A week of firsts.....

Just had to write it down that my baby has finally got her first tooth.

Yes on the morning of the 28th March, a day shy of turning 9 months old, there it was. Can't see a bloody thing but, boy, I can feel that little rough toothypeg just breaking the surface. So I was right, she has been teething all along. Yes, since 3 months old! LOL

On the Tuesday it was my first "cuggle" as AJ calls them. I was holding her and I said "can mummy have a cuddle?" and she put her head down on my shoulder. Awwwww!

And, then, yesterday. My first kiss!

I was laying on the mattress in the loungeroom which I am beginning to really like having there. We originally got it out for our friend to sleep on last weekend when she visited (hiya Nani Kaf) and we haven't managed to put it away yet. It's great for the girls to play on and we all just get on there and roll around and AJ jumps on it like a trampoline. Great fun. And all this can be done while watching TV!

Anyway, I digress. I was laying there watching Strawberry Shortcake with AJ when Schmoo climbed up and leant in and gave me a big schmacker on the lips. That lovely first slobbery open-mouthed kiss.

Not to mention the quality time spent with AJ yesterday when we went on our first shopping expedition in search of some new dresses. Do you know how hard it is find dresses while winter is fast approaching? Not fast enough for my liking. Hurry the hell up winter!

Anyway, we managed to buy a few dresses but, by far, the most important purchase of the day was the princess dress that AJ can now wear to a ball! Because at almost 4 years old there are alot of invitations coming her way to dance with a prince for a night!

It's been a big week all round and my little girl is 9 months old!

She can stand up by herself for all of about 15 seconds. She's still saying "mum-mum-mum" and "bub-bub-bub". I have tried and tried to get her to repeat "dad-dad-dad" because, let's face it, while it's awesome to be her first word, I would much prefer her yelling out to daddy at 2am!

Gifted and Talented....

So a friend of mine visited us the other day and was telling me about a quiz to check if there is a possibility of your child being gifted.

She was saying that most of the questions made her think instantly of AJ and that I should do the test just to see if she is.

So, of course, I did the quiz and was in the category of "high possibility your child is gifted".

So, I'm telling my husband that maybe we need to look into it and find ways to keep her very active mind stimulated.

I turn around, only to see her picking her nose and then trying to flick it off her finger.

So do you think that falls under the category of gifted or talented?

Say cheese....

So I used to think the blue wiggle was a good looking guy. I mean he has won Cleo's most eligible bachelor award so he-ay, I'm not gonna argue with Cleo!

But lately there is something about him that is irking me. I've been looking very closely to try and determine what that something might be and it has finally come to me and hit me smack in the face, not unlike a bug when you're riding a bike at dusk.

I have decided it is one of three things:

1. He has false teeth;
2. He has whitened the shit out of his teeth; or
3. He has lost enough weight that his teeth look too big for his head???

I can't quite work out which of these three it is but, seriously, does anyone have teeth like that?

Take a good look the next time you see him. In fact, if you don't get to see them regularly go and hire one of their more current shows. Better still hire an old show and a new one and see if his teeth look any different!

Hmmm, must get out the dvd and study it closely.

Who's cross???

So, after my very early start to the morning we dropped the eldest at kindy, oops sorry it's Preschool now, and headed off on the loooong drive - well it seemed alot longer today considering the wee one kept herself awake until we had like 10 minutes left of the trip - to my best friend's shop.

As usual, when I get there, I need coffee from the lovely little place upstairs that, when they get it right, deliver a superb coffee.

Decided on the hot cross bun and coffee deal thanks very much only to receive a cold hot cross bun!

Now, which part of hot cross buns do they not understand?

I mean if they weren't meant to be hot wouldn't they just be called Cross Buns???

You know you're up way too early when.....

There's not even any current spam sitting at your email address!

We've been up since 5.30am! I hate 5.30am with a passion. 5.30 needs to come with a warning. Something like "often results in tears" would be about right.

I can't figure out the difference between 5.30 and 6.30 but it must be when I get the best sleep because I'm normally much happier getting up that hour later.

My little Schmoo is a pooing fiend it would seem and her regularity, for want of a better (possibly funnier) description, is somewhat frightening!

This morning it was 3am but even after a nappy change and a bottle, which she drank so fast I wanted to start chanting "skull, skull, skull", there was no room for a sleep in.

She's normally not an early riser so I'm really hoping this is just a phase.

And, now, I am off to start up the coffee machine in the hope that it provides me with the ability to act like a human today!

Please let this be a phase!

Priceless.....

So we've been reading to our daughter for all of her 3.5 years and I swear she has a photographic memory.

She can repeat nearly word for word just about every story we've ever read her more than once!

The latest one is the Three Little Pigs and listening to her read it is just too funny!

Yes, funnier than hearing her daddy imitate a little girl and sounding more like someone who has just been kicked you-know-where.

So, of course, the catch cry is "Little pig, little pig let me in!" and then my daughter follows, in a very high pitched voice, with.....

"Not ov da hair of my little chin chin."

I've gotta tell you. It's sounds funny. Get a kid to say it for you! It'll be worth it.

A funny thing.....

I don't know if it was delirium or this was just really funny but have you ever....

Listened to a grown man (and let's face it, he's a big guy at 6ft 6in and 100kg of muscle) reading a bedtime story to his daughter and doing the voice of Little Red Riding Hood!

Priceless I'm tellin ya!

I was seriously crying, I was laughing so hard.