Chasing Chickens

My parents have chickens in their backyard. They lay eggs. Eat all the kitchen scraps. And every now and then they would fly out of the coop and take a stroll around the garden. I swear they must take a dip in the swimming pool when no one’s watching.

Whenever we visit my parents. I pray that there are eggs for us to collect. Callum (who is 1 year old) would flap his arms wildly and point at the eggs in the hutch. It’s so cute.

I’m also trying to teach Callum animal sounds. Cats go meow. Chickens goes cluck cluck. Dogs go woof. But when I ask him what sound does Callum make, he looks at me blankly and goes “Ooo?”.

I can’t wait for his first farm visit!

Callum’s 1st Birthday Cake

At first I had ambitions of making a rubber-ducky cake sitting on a pile of marshmallows. Then I wanted to make a pile of colourful cake blocks which spelt out Callum’s name.
But once I saw Jenny’s bunny cake, I decided to try something a little less complicated… a number 1! So this is my first attempt at making a kid’s birthday cake.

I made two chocolate cakes. One square and one rectangle. Cutting straight lines was a lot harder than I thought. The icing covered up most of the wonky edges.

Covering the vertical edges with hundreds and thousands took ages! I poured them down a bit of paper so they slid and stuck onto the sides. But they also went all over the floor.

I finished it an hour before the party. The floor was covered with chocolate cake, icing sugar and smarties. It was a real mess. But it was such fun to make and it turned out great!
I also think I did ok with piping Callum’s name. It was easier than I thought.

All the while, Callum was sitting on his high chair playing with the icing sugar.

My Lil Walking Monster (12 months)

I took some really funny photos of Callum the other day.

He was plodding around the house picking up objects and placing them in different places. After his game, I found plastic balls in my shoes, wooden blocks on the sofa, toy cars in the kitchen drawers.

(Excuse the spooky photo-stitching. I DON’T have triplets.)

Out & About

  Kicked off my bunny slippers and went gallivanting around town today. Ok not really. I went to a fashion event at the Perth City West End. They closed down King Street and had models parading in very unexciting clothes.

  Did I mention… we bought a new car! Yay! No more tow trucks. No more waiting by the side of the road. No leaking tubes. Rattling windows. Broken buttons. Rusty doors. I can finally torch my 20 year old BMW.

  So our “new” car is actually 2 years old. And it still has that new car smell. I bought it at an auction and outbid a man who looked like Santa Claus. Auctions are crazy man. I felt like I was at a cattle stockade… and that my entire life was hanging on the thump of a stupid little hammer.

  I ate the most delicious Chinese meal the other day. Two words: Peking Duck. It was soooooo yummmmmmmy. The juicy, crispy, crunchy, fatty skin pancakes were orgasmic. I couldn’t get enough of it. Callum (1 yo) munched on gai lan stalks and pulled funny faces when I gave him some ice kachang. He loved it.

Callum Turns ONE

It’s Callum’s FIRST birthday today!

We decided to postpone his birthday party, because my parents are away on holiday. I would’ve been happy to hold a simple little picnic with family and friends. But my parents want to throw a huge party, roast a suckling pig and invite the whole neighbourhood when they get back. So I’ll let them organise it and I’ll make the birthday cake. Yay.

Anyway, Callum and I made some chocolate chip + macadamia nut cookies this morning. Or rather, he banged some pots lids while I made the cookies.

The other day I was washing the dishes when I heard the awful my-child-is-getting-up-to-no-good silence.

I looked around the house and found Callum under the table munching on an Easter egg! He must’ve pulled it out of a box and ate through the foil! He’s never had chocolate before!

I wiped the chocolate from his face, pried his little sticky fingers appart and took the Easter egg from him. Then, for the first time in his life he screamed and threw an actual tantrum!!

All of the sudden, he developed all these new and very clear communication skills.

He pointed urgently at the chocolate. He screamed an I-WANT-THAT scream. He gave me a very angry grumpy scowl. I almost laughed at how cute it all was. I gave him a cheese biscuit, which he tossed onto the floor and toddled off in a huff.

Now he knows what the special brown stuff is. And I have to eat the rest of my chocolate in secret.