Hungry

Hungry
Originally uploaded by Jason Hutchens.

Wow, I've really let the ol' blog lapse, innit? Today's Australia Day, which is a good two months since the last post. Eliza is eating solids, crawling around, babbling and standing up against tables, human legs and what-not like Nobody's business. She even Stood Without Holding On for three full seconds last Saturday morning. And she's taken to swimming like a duck to water. She doesn't even cry when I dunk her under.

These days the routine goes something like this. Wake at seven-thirty, and babble to oneself in cot for a while before waking parent. Drink 240mls of formula, self-administered from bottle, while parent prepares brekky. Play on floor for half an hour (with favourite Cookie Monster toy) while parent eats brekky and reads news. Sit in high chair and eat some toast and slices of fruit, and a bowl of cereal or yoghurt and fruit. More playtime, including a few self-composed, avante-garde pieces on the Pianola. Sleep, exhausted. Awake around half ten, get dressed, and perhaps Go To The Shops with parent. Return home to a lunch of meat and vegetables (beef and carrots or chicken and cauliflower, for instance, all home prepared in our kitchen assembly line), washed down with a dram of diluted juice. More playtime or perhaps going out for the afternoon, with a long kip between half one and three. Awake for 240mls of formula, self-administered via bottle, in pram or chair or car seat, depending on the day's activities. Play again, and perhaps go for a walk around Glebe with parents. Return home for dinner (meat and vege again), bath and a bedtime bottle of 240mls of formula (self-administered). Play until tired. Get cuddly with parent. Read book. Heavy eyelids. Listen to a mediocre performance of Rock-a-Bye-Baby. Zipped up in sleeping bag, dummy in mouth, teddy in arms. Aware or parents cooking dinner, eating dinner, watching television. Doze off.