Snails have eaten my WHOLE chilli plant!
And even the chillies are gone!
Snails have eaten my WHOLE chilli plant!
And even the chillies are gone!
Aaah. It’s good to be hoooooome.
Highlights of the trip –
Stirring the embers of our bonfire at sunset.
Hiking through the gorges in Kalbarri (with a baby).
Stomping through wet aussie bushland.
Strolling along still deserted beaches.
Having home cooked dinners every night!
Using someone else’s shower. Ugh.
Callum woke up 3 times a night, every night!!
My flu developed into a fever by the end of the trip. And as we got home, I had to spend the next few days in bed. Bleh.
Still — we had a nice time.
^ The adventures of my feet came out rather well. However I didn’t include the one of me standing too close to the fire and accidently melting the end of my shoelaces.
^ Callum strutting his stuff in Granny’s lounge room.
It’s been a long week.
Tomorrow we’re off on a road trip up north. I’ve been looking forward to it all week — getting out of the house, out of my routine, out of the cold wet city.
I’m looking forward to see some lush greenery. Wet fields and blooming hills. Trees, flowers, mud, fresh air.
With a 3 month old baby in tow, we’re just going to take it easy. A nice slow drive up the coast, sight seeing in the country side, road test our video camera. It’s a 6 hour drive to Andrew’s parent’s place, so hopefully Callum will be content to sleep, stare out the window and munch on the legs of his spider toy.
I’m looking forward to the drive too. There’s a warm hypnotic kind of meditation watching fence post after fence post.
And it’s nice to just chat, laugh and share the stuff in your head. Andrew and I had numerous road trips early on in our relationship. For our first one, we talked non-stop for 9 days. Driving, walking, camping, hiking, diving, dining, climbing trees, visiting galleries. Just the two of us! 216 hours in company of one other person.
I think we’d go bananas if we tried that now.
I’m ALSO looking forward to the endless hours of reading.
Last time I did that was during our trip to Scotland. It rained so much that there was nothing to do BUT curl up in front of the fire and read a book. A cup of tea and a packet of McVitie’s. Mmm. I think I ploughed through 6 books in 2 weeks. Good stuff.
Callum has been sleeping longer throughout the night. 7 to 9 hours straight! It was a little weird. I kept waking up to check if he was still alive.
He can also look at his feet now. So cute.
Thanks for all the birthday wishes + emails!
I got a video camera! What fun!
We had dinner at some fancy schmancy revolving restaurant where we racked up a bill of $150+. The restaurant was supposed to revolve so slowly that you don’t notice.
But being Ms. Motion-Sick Girl, I felt a little queasy throughout dinner. Then again, it might’ve been the alcohol, who knows. It took about 2 hours to complete one revolution. The view was spectacular!! Perth looks so pretty at night!!
Sparkley and glittery and tiny little lights as far as the eye could see.
Hmm. Although it’s actually tomorrow, we’re celebrating my birthday today. I’m going to be 25!
My mum is baby-sitting for us and my husband as some “surprise” awaiting for this evening.
I don’t really like surprises. I made him promise… no huge surprise party with everyone I know invited. No pub crawl. No telegram stripper. No one-day holiday. No coupon for jumping out of planes. Or swimming with sharks. And no choosing expensive jewellery without my consultation.
Our 2nd baby swim class!
Callum was much more relaxed this time. We swished and swayed in the water and he ALMOST gave me a giggle. But he was distracted by the 6 month old baby (all the other babies are only 3 months) who was showing off by paddling with his hands and doing somersaults in the water. Cal still hasn’t got full control of his neck muscles, so he loved floating on his back. The rest of the time, he was Mr Floppy Head.
I find it cute – but frustrating – how babies and kids just LOVE nursery rhymes and kid songs. I can’t STAND them. Grrr. They are just so twinkly and silly and irritating.
There’s only so many times I can sing along to ‘The Wheels on the Bus’ in a chirpy sing-song way while gritting my teeth. Sigh. I guess as long as the kids are enjoying themselves…
While I was pregnant we attended a prenatal group at the Family Birth Centre. Today, 3 months later, we had a little get-together where we plonked our assorted offsprings onto a couch for display. It was one of those so-cute-you-could-throw-up moments.
(L to R) Anna, Callum, Damon, Morgan, Anakin, Neve and Max.
A girlfriend of mine invited me to go clubbing. Clubbing? I raised one eyebrow. I’m so not into the clubbing scene.
OK… I think it’s only fun and interesting if I go once a year. That way there’s enough time to forget how annoying drunk people can get, how expensive drinks are, how people squish past you in a crowd to grab your boobs, and how utterly gross my hair smells after.
But hey, I had a baby 3 months ago. And I’m still 24.
I wanted to go out, feel young and crazy and have some irresponsible fun.
It was a fun evening. We had two dweeby guys sitting by the bar looking after our jackets, another two guys buying us drinks, and two very good looking (but very boring) dancers making us look good.
I believe there’s a certain feeling of power when you’re in a club and MARRIED. You know you’re going to go home to a warm bed and snuggle up to the man you’re utterly in love with. So it was with that cool and ease in which I found myself shutting down, waving off, lying to, and ignoring every boring, annoying, pretentious guy I met.
There was one guy who I couldn’t shake off. He told me some story of how he’s been in Perth for 8 months and hasn’t been able to find a salsa dance partner and that I was the best salsa dancer he’s ever danced with blah blah blah. He really wanted my number so he could practice with me. Riiiight. Sure buddy. Good try.
I refuse politely. But he insisted again and again. I realised that the easiest way to get rid of this guy was to pretend to give it to him. So I took his phone punched in some completely random number, gave it back to him. He was so grateful, I almost felt sorry I did it.
Then there was this OTHER guy. Phwoar. He looked like a cross between between Lenny Kravitz and Ben Harper. Damn he was hot. I managed to score a dance too. But he started chatting and telling me he was a computer programmer. Hmm. I so didn’t want to know that. After that, I couldn’t stop imagining of him eating spam and instant noodles and forwarding Dilbert cartoons to his co-workers. No offence to the computer programmers out there!
So overall it was a fun night. I got home at 3am. I was still a bit drunk. I promised myself I’d never do it again.
And I HAD to wash my hair. So it was 5am before I went to bed. And yes, it was nice and warm.
Callum and I went for our first baby swimming lessons today!! I just can’t begin to describe how excellent and fun it was!
I’ve been going to a different mother’s group these last few weeks and one mum told me about this swimming class at the St John of God Hospital. The classes were quite expensive. $21 for a 1.5 hour session. Nonetheless, a few of us arranged to meet up to give it a go.
We were all quite stressed about what our babies would wear in the pool. What if they have a little accident? Eeeew. So we each bought a packet of expensive, waterproof disposable nappies.
But when we arrived, the class leader told us that the babies didn’t have to wear anything during the swimming class. The chlorine takes care of any nasty leakages. And apparently babies don’t poo when they’re in water. A womb thing perhaps? She also told us that after the class, we should take the nappies off, wring all the water out and reuse them next week. Eer. Is that hygenic? On one hand, it’s their pool and they have to clean it. But on the other hand, we’re the ones who has to swim in it.
The water was DELICIOUSLY warm. It was one huge gorgeous hot bath. I felt my bones and muscles melt as I walked down the stairs into the water. It was heavenly. Callum freaked out a bit. He’s never been surrounded by so much water before. So he just waved his arms about hoping to grab onto something. Or, me.
We splished and splashed along to nursery rhymes. Swayed and dipped to songs. Floated and bounced to different rhythms and beats. The babies LOVED it. And just because of that, it was soooo much fun!