Rain, rain, go away

I had Mum and Dad all to myself today.

That's because Noah was at Kindy and Dad had the day off.

Mum and Dad spent the day waiting for the rain to stop.

It did not.

Personally, I have no issue with rain.

When we have to dash to the car in the rain, I tilt up my head to catch the rain drops.

And when the rain beats down on the roof, I sleep as soundly as ever.

But Mum and Dad have had enough of the rain.

It doesn't help the garden get weeded.

And it doesn't help get the washing done.

New family

I joined a new family today.

Well, just as a temporary measure.

Dad had to stay home from church today because he had to watch a certain car race on television.

So Mum bravely ventured out with me and Noah.

It was particularly brave because the weather was rainy and windy and because she didn't know how she'd manage with two kids and no pram.

She soon found out, though. No sooner had we arrived and sat down, when Noah announced he needed to do a wee.

Of course, he'd just done a wee at home ten minutes earlier.

But no one is game to call his bluff at this stage, especially when it comes to bodily functions.

So Mum handed me over to Ben, who was sitting in front of us with Gabe and Claire.

When she and Noah got back from the toilets, I was obviously quite happy where I was and showed no signs of wanting Mum to take me back.

So I stayed with my new, temporary family for a good chunk of the service.

And, as a sign of respect and thanks, I didn't even spew on them!

Weighty matters

We had to duck into the shops today.

There's a chemist there that has a set of baby scales so, as we walked past, Mum popped me on.

I'm now 6.2kg!

The chemist lady was impressed with how much weight I've put on in the past few weeks.

But Mum says no one's impressed with how much weight she's put in on the past few weeks.

First toys

I played with some toys for the first time today.

I have four little soft, squishy, crinkly pink blocks that Aunty Lyndall gave me.

They're actually the only toys in this house that belong to me.

I scrunched them in my hand.

I batted them away with a fist.

I kicked them off my chair onto the floor.

I spent a happy half hour playing with my very own toys.

And then Noah stole them to use in some sort of game of Jedi warfare.

That's not my vomit!

There's been a lot of vomiting in our house today.

But it's not my vomit!

Noah has an ear infection. He gets them quite a bit. And they make him feel sick.

He spewed on Dad. And then on Mum. And then on Dad again. And then on Mum again.

And finally they taught him how to spew in a little bucket.

With all that vomiting going on, you wouldn't think anyone would notice the little round wet patch on Noah's tutu popper couch.

"Arghhh!" he shouted, "What's that?"

"That's probably from Lucy" said Mum.

"Grrr!" he grizzled, "Get it off my couch!"

I like Lucy

It's Grand Final day today.

Again.

We're not doing anything exciting though, because we've had a big week and my brother is on the verge of being a bit sick.

And being on the verge of being a bit sick makes him a bit cranky.

He's been telling Mum, 'I only like Dad' and telling Dad, 'I only like Mum'.

Until he thought of a one-size-fits-all cross thing to say to both of them.

'I only like Lucy'.

Wrapped Baby

I sleep wrapped up. I always have.

When I was just a few days old, Mum bought me a couple of miracle blankets. http://www.miracleblanket.com.au/

They're like a baby straight-jacket.

I've slept in them - day and night - ever since.

But now they're getting too small! Or am I getting too big?

So...with a sense of trepidation (not wanting to mess with my wonderful sleeping habits), Mum put me down for a sleep in a Grobag.
http://www.gro.co.uk/

Epic fail!

I will not sleep in a fancy schmancy, expensive grobag. I will not sleep in any sort of sleeping bag.

I will only sleep in a miracle blanket.

It's back to the drawing board for Mum.