Monday, August 9, 2010


Today we blended a tablespoon of peas into Hannah's rice cereal. Revolting shade of mould green but from Hannah's response obviously a lot tastier than boring cereal. Picking her up after the meal I could swear she had gained at least a kilogram. Wonder what colour her poo will be tomorrow

Saturday, August 7, 2010

A fine day out

Hannah's dad needed some time to himself so he could work on his assignments. So Hannah was dressed up warmly in her newest Mummy creation (an Elizabeth Tunic made out of Mosaic Moon MMR Aran Year and A Day colourway) and we went out for brunch with Karen at Dench's in North Fitzroy.

This is a photo taken by Karen of Hannah doing her most adorable 'Who me?" look. You may notice that she is wearing a different knitted hat - the purple one fits better.
Following brunch we stopped for a visit to Aunty Faye where Hannah rolled beautifully and charmed and entertained her.

Finally, coffee at godparents Phill and Jess's place before limping home exhausted but happy.

Thursday, August 5, 2010

Rolling Hannah

In the last photo she so looks like her Grandma Paula Bozik with a touch of her Great Grandmother 'Booba' Masha Obronczka.

Monday, August 2, 2010

Mmmm... banana

Hannah liked having a slice of banana mashed up and added to the bland rice cereal. Then she burnt up all the extra calories by performing a series of jumping jacks (while lying on her back), rolls (to the left) and break-dancing (well that's what it looked like).

Sunday, July 25, 2010

Food for thought

Hannah had her first solids this evening - rice cereal with mummy's milk. Then she downed a full feed of pure milk. Is in bed now with a bulging tummy.

Thursday, July 15, 2010

Bath Time

Hannah's favourite activity is swimming around in the big double bath with Mummy.

And maybe having a drink

Sunday, June 20, 2010

Someone is watching you

June 2010

Dressed in feminist purple knitted by mum and playing with her favourite punk fairy butterfly doll from Aunty Karen
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Bedtime reading with mum (Winnie the Pooh)
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Receiving a manicure from dad
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Our big brown-eyed girl
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Monday, June 7, 2010

15 weeks today

And doesn't time fly. Our little girl is now into her third round of sizes - she's mostly wearing 00's, although she's up to 0's in the oddly-sized Bonds and Target Bright Bots growth suit range.

Her parents are very boring - we favour the 'feminist purple' and hot pink Baby Bots cotton suits with velour polar fleece suits for cold nights.

We have given up storing clothes - if Hannah has a little sister, we will start again. Most items we received free of charge anyway, grow suits can be had for less than $10 each from Target and other new parents deserve the baby clothes karma we have benefited from.

Hannah is drinking 180ml of mama's milk five times a day (only the fresh stuff - we're hoping she will accept some of the frozen milk mixed with her food when she gets onto solids).

She is pressing up strongly on her elbows, lifting her head and kicking with incredible force. She does not yet roll or crawl properly but she loves playing a counting game where we help lift her into standing position. She's also learnt that when she gets put onto the change table to put her legs up so we can easily change her nappy. She is a very clever, as well as strong girl.

She smiles occasionally for us but is mostly a very serious little girl. She can break our hearts with her steady serious gaze from her big brown eyes.

As part of our bedtime routine I read Hannah a chapter of a book each night even though she is too young to understand anything yet. This gets her used to my voice and to the concept of reading and signals that it is time to go to sleep. After getting bored senseless reading about Spot the dog I decided I would only read what I enjoyed - a bored reader does not transmit a love of books to the listener.

We have read Alice's Adventures in Wonderland and Through the Looking Glass; we are now reading Winnie the Pooh. I have discovered that these classics not only stand the test of time but are more enjoyable when read out loud - it's hard to appreciate the poetry and verse when read silently to one's self. The books are clearly designed as much for adults as children with clever puns and delightful nonsense that stand many repeated reads.

Thursday, June 3, 2010


My mouth is still open in shock from a conversation I had last week with the grandmother of a 10-year-old girl with serious entitlement issues.

While visiting relatives overseas, the 10-year-old had apparently fallen in love with their house. This is perfectly normal. What I found disturbing and abnormal was that the girl had then presented the relative with a piece of paper asking that he write on it that she was to get the house after he died! And apparently this is not the first relative she has hit on in this way.

Where on earth does a 10-year-old get the idea that this is normal and acceptable behaviour? I used to joke that based on the behaviour of its student body, the very expensive private school she attends (and Hannah will not, even if we win the lottery) must have classes on materialism and entitlement. But I suspect that one must look much closer to home.

Whatever our financial situation is in the future, Hannah is going to be brought up knowing that if she wants certain material things, she will have to work to pay for them herself. This doesn't mean that her father and I won't help her if we can - my entry into home ownership was made much easier thanks to relatives who helped me get together the deposit for my first (relatively modest) flat but I never expected or demanded such help. And by work for them I mean a regular job as a gardener, engineer, cafe manager or the like - not as a glorified prostitute who only dates/marries men of a certain income.

I know from my own experience that the freedom that comes from the knowledge that you have and can support yourself financially is worth more than a dozen expensive houses bequeathed to you by others. Every gift comes with its own price, emotional or otherwise. It is exhilarating to look around my house and know that aside from a few pieces of furniture and dishes (and the original assistance with my first deposit) both it and everything it contains is the result and my and my husband's hard work. I don't want to deprive Hannah of this experience.

Wednesday, June 2, 2010

Little Miss Chatterbox

Hannah has started chatting away in her own language which, alas, is still incomprehensible to us. But we are trying.

Hannah: "Bwa bwa bwa bwa bwa."

Dad (looking Hannah in the eye): "Really? You don't say!"

Hannah: "Bwa bwa bwa bwa bwa."

Dad: "You make sure you stand up for yourself and tell them so!"

Hannah: "Bwa bwa bwa bwa bwa."

Mum (getting into the spirit of things): "I totally agree."

Hannah: "Bwa bwa bwa bwa bwa."

Mum: "That's a very interesting point Hannah. I think you should start coming to my work meetings. You have a lot more to contribute than some of the people who turn up."