Moolies

Feeding clinic

We were invited along to attend a specialist feeding clinic, wshich unfortunately means Nora has to go to bed an hour late on Mondays. We've been for two weeks noew and after last week's assessment session, this week we were actually given strategies for change.

It's interesting noting my psychological defensiveness about this. So the idea is, we have to give her lunch made up of only finger food. And that's it. Originally, they wanted us to cut the meal time down to 1/2 an hor too but we were so uneasy we didn't do that.

The idea is to spread a whole bunch of finger food on Nora's high chair table, and eat the same thing at the same time (or bloody similar anyway- given that I'm not going to be eating any turkey any time soon). But only for lunch though, so we feel easier about shoving loads of the usual down her at supper.

Reasons we're uneasy? the finger food part of her meal times usually lasts approx 5 minutes before she gets bored and decides to scramble it all on to the floor, or throw it at Elliott, the cat.

Good god, my Dad's just called. It's half past ten at night, what is he doing!

Twinkle, twinkle

Little Star.

Yes, this is one of those "Isn't she amazing, she must be a genius" type posts. I will attempt to puncture my own bubble but probably in vain because this is one of those "She did that? Blimey!" actions.

We read an book of Twinkle Twinkle little star every night as her last book before going to bed. I sing it all gentle & quiet like, she turns the pages and pokes her fingers through the cutout stars in some of them. I often - not every time though - point to the words as I'm singing it.

T'other night she got hold of my finger as I was pointing and dragged it along the words HERSELF. She's less than a year old! It's ridiculous.

The fact that she hasn't done it again since is entirely immaterial, obviously.

My belly was soooo much bigger than this

8 months up the duff
Originally uploaded by Zoonie.

I just checked the sitting photos! But again, the photo session shots aren't comparable to this at all really. This was actually taken in his front room, and he used a plain photo of our mirror and CD's for the background.

What I mean is, in here is how well we got on, how much Fraser assessed my mood, my personality... y'know. He's a painter in't he.

Just beautiful

My favourite
Originally uploaded by Zoonie.

I think because this is unfinished it retains a fresh and bright feel somehow. The fixed look between Nora & I is indiscribable and what it really show you is how fraser took photos, but there's so much more in these paintings than just a photographic image. I just love this, I feel honoured that I'm in it!

This one is Mackay's favourite

Mackay's favourite
Originally uploaded by Zoonie.

I'm not as keen because I can tell how much Fraser didn't really know what to do about covering up my scars (I have 2 scars on my neck / chin) but that's very selfish as a thought because it's fantastic of Nora.

Paintings c/o Fraser King

Another beauty
Originally uploaded by Zoonie.

Right, so, here they are at last. Fraser is a smashing person, who I commissioned without knowing who he was, when my Dad was still working in an art gallery that sells his stuff.

I asked him to do "Before and after" and he got a bit carried away, ending up doing 2 extra paintings because he's too nice. And needless to say, the paintings are bloody incredible.

the funny thing was, they were originally a surprise birthday present for Mackay, and it wasn't until I saw them in their frames that I realised. They're not for Mackay, they are for her. And we're just looking after them for a while.

Just think how amazing it will be for Nora's kid/s to have these. Blimey!

The meaning of ITunes to a 35 year old woman

Buying silly one off songs that you would never get the hardware version of in a million years.

To whit, today: Gwen Stafani, "What you waiting for"

Astoundingly good video to that strange, funked up euro-pop song.

Ear ear

So what the hell is going on with the whoozy dizziness?

Ear infections, sinus infections and chest infections a go go!

..and the doc wasn't going to give me antibiotics.

"Dear Mr New Doc who doesn't know me. I hate antibiotics and rarely take them, which is why, when I say to you "I need antibiotics" you can believe me".

Meanwhile the weepy eye Nora seemed to have accompanying her (now extinct) chest infection seems to be hanging around, so I'll be dragging her back to the the Docs on Friday morning. Hmph.

Grumpy old lady

I find it quite difficult dealing with out-and-out rudeness and I think most people do, because it's just such a shock. There you are, patiently waiting to do X and someone walks straight past you and takes your place, and ignores you if you attempt to say "Er, eh? What?"

Eh? What?

Nora is now clear of all coughing and snots.

I, meanwhile have a bunged up ear. D'you know the type of thing - when you blow your nose, the impacted gunge that's bungign up your ear moves slightly and prickles?

Ow.

I now have a bunch of olive oil and cotton wool in my ear. BIG problem is it's my left ear. I'm so left handed, I actually find it difficult to use a phone to my right ear.

Anyway. Point is I can't hear.