Beatrix at 16 months

July 12, 2014

Ribbet collage

Beatie and I took these pictures on Wednesday while Violet was still in the middle of a marathon nap. It was after an altercation with one of our morning play date friends, Baby Ryan (not a baby anymore, still known as such), a sweet little boy about one month older than Beatie who decided that morning that paper was for chumps, and following Beatie around with a marker drawing on her head was the right way to do art. She was very put out by this, you can see the remnants on chin and nose. Also note the amazing red cheekedness of a baby toddler who is still flushed from sleep. Beatrix at 16 months is hilarious. She has so many words and so many preferences. She only likes weetbix with honey. When she asks for "wattah" she is really hoping you'll provide "mulk". And if Violet eats all of her dinner first, thus being first (and usually only, Beatie is a slow slow slow, distractible eater) to claim her prize of the worlds tiniest tub of jelly (that's jello for you Americans) for dessert she WILL park herself almost on top of her so as better to watch her eating it from a distance of about one centimetre between Beatie's nose and the cup of jelly.

Here is a list of words that a Beatie can say:

mulk (milk), wattah (water), Byah (Violet), Beeeeetieeee (Beatie), wed-upppppp! (wake up, a game where one pretends to sleep and the other wakes them up, also used in real life when one falls asleep before the other. Adorable), Puppa (Peppa. Pig. 4eva), arm-ee (arm in. for getting dressed and into car seat), stuck (it's her favourite word), nope (another favourite), yep, bag, duck (followed by WACK WACK WACK), dunstairs (downstairs, where food can be found), look, Poppa (Poppy), neeeeeeeigh (the sound but not the word for horse), baby (another favourite, she usually has one), nana (banana), air (hair), mow (mouth), eye (eye AND eyebrow!), noe (nose), ee (ear), owie, poo-poo, my (mine), buttle (bottle), cup, meow (cat), twinkle twinkle (words illegible but tune is obvious), wah you (love you, only when prompted to say it) and my favourite of all the things in all the world..... DUDDLE (cuddle), said with arms in the air, hands opening and closing and a hopeful, quizzical look on face. I'm melting at the memories. 

Actually she's a pretty good parrot if you say "can you say"...those don't really count though, do they? If only I could convince her to waddle that waddle that 16 month olds do. Although that could actually be on the cards since I just turned around to see her trying to trim her toe nails with nail clippers. Where did you get those from and why so clever/reckless?  Anyway, this is my second, second last, second to second last? 16 month old ever and she's light enough to carry long distance, and cute enough to think wearing underpants over the top of her nappy/pants makes her a big girl like her sister. She's happy enough to share her bed with Violet and hold hands in the car. 16 months is sweet and cuddly and not very cheeky yet, but soon. I am really very in love with motherhood at the moment (and always but sometimes it's harder and the days seem longer than it is right now, you know?), especially watching my two as siblings.

it's winter in the city

July 11, 2014

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Winter in the city can be anything. More often than not it's crispy, cold and grey with hints of sunshine that keep you dancing between too hot for one zillion layers and freezing beyond belief. It is always, always beautiful though. We took our car to be serviced in South Melbourne and instead of visiting the market or a cafe nearby we decided to make the 40 minute walk into the city. Just for something to do, why not? It's been a good few years since I lived close enough to walk into the heart of it, it was nice pretending to be a city dweller again. I say all the time that if there were more parks and playgrounds, I'd take apartment living in the cbd over space any day. I wouldn't but it's nice to pretend when the stakes are low and no one is going to call you to commit ;). Truth be told, there isn't enough life times in my one to live out all my alternate universe dreams. It's a good thing that reality is so sweet.

plaster painting/girls weekend

July 06, 2014

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Last month Rob went to Sydney for Hair Expo alone for the first time since Violet was born. Last year was really too much with a newborn and a toddler and so this year I asked my girlfriend Nicki to stay with me for 3 days to help relieve the pressure of him being gone. Yes, I know, I could do it alone. I don't want to, a girls weekend was just what no doctor ordered. The girls' godmother, Caity, came for dinner, drinks and movies the two weekend nights and our friend Sarah came to stay for a night and a day too. It was actually way more fun than stressful, even though after a couple of days Violet was full to the brim with show-off vibes and starting to test my patience on listening (why listen when there are a gaggle of girls to giggle at your silliness?). Truly though, for the very most part of the weekend they were both angels and I'm seriously questioning whether commune living/village to raise a child theories aren't the way to go. Nicki on the other hand, may be feeling somewhat different. That feeling is probably lingering exhaustion. I always forget what it must be like for non-parents to stay with parents for longish periods of time. There are tricky problems without solutions. Like, I want to day drink but there are children around so i have to wait until after 7pm. Just kidding. Sort of, it's a problem. I think the solution is a real girls weekend away. Child free, many wine, etcetera.

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All jokes aside though, she is so fabulous with children and came up with the best idea of all time that I have personally never thought of. Plaster Fun House trip! Although I picked a place called Glaze It in Elsternwick instead. Don't ask me why but I am glad that I did. Elsternwick is a beautiful suburb and the owner graciously squeezed us in when they were already full. We called earlier in the day to see whether we needed a booking or dropping into the studio would be ok. The young girl on the phone said dropping in would be ok but we didn't get there until the afternoon and obviously either things had changed or she only meant the morning would be ok for drop ins. I really appreciate being fitted in after travelling a fair way to get there and having excited children ready to paint mugs and whatnot. For the record, it looks not so busy in my pictures but I did try to wait until there weren't other people's kids in the shots to take them (obviously i still accidentally got a couple of other kids) plus they were booked with birthday parties who were off picking their ceramic pieces at this point. Violet chose a pig money bank and I chose a mug for Beatie. Nicki chose a little mug and saucer. I chose to monitor the toddlers with paint brushes because anything else would have been a disaster! Violet finished way before everyone else so she picked another mug. Not really pictured. It's hilarious. It's this disgusting monster mug with a gross worm for a handle and googly eyes/protruding teeth. I sort of tried to steer her in the direction of something more um, three year old friendly, but nope, monster mug it was. Who can argue? Who even wants to?

We had to wait for a week to pick them up so they could be fired but it was totally worth it to be able to unwrap the tissue paper and reveal the finished pieces with Rob. I had no idea what they would look like because the paint is so pastel before it's fired. And you're supposed to do three coats to get the full effect but who can tell a three year old and a fifteen month old to do that? I wonder if my mum still has any things like this that I made as a child? I do know I was obsessed with making plaster things in molds somewhere in my early tweens. I had a little kit where you mix the plaster yourself with water and who knows why i would want even one of those silly little plaster clowns or ice creams that I used to make but I probably made one zillion of each, I really loved that kit for a while. Anyway, for posterities sake I wrote their ages on the mug and money back, and heaven help me if they should ever be used for their intended purposes, I'm a bit too attached. I guess that means more trips to Glaze It are in order, so that my kids can have some things they made themselves instead of having their crazy mum hoard them all in the event that they gasp grow older and gasp I get nostalgic for their littleness before they even have.

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