Friday, 1 September 2017

Smokin' Pyramid

The middle of last week, when I was driving home from in town (not that I can remember why I was in there), baby Possum had fallen asleep and the Pyramid was smokin' so I took a little detour.


I'm not sure how far it got in newsworthyness but the burning off of Walsh's Pyramid certainly made the news here.


There were even some people from other areas convinced it was a 'for real' volcanic eruption.
Haha, the jokes.


Anyway, I didn't see it that day but noticed it the next day.


Walsh's Pyramid definitely wasn't looking volcanic anymore but the smoke was still pretty impressive.


This is the time of year for controlled burning off around here, before it gets too hot and before the hot weather and pre wet season arrives when storms might do the job, resulting in big fires and lots of damage.


That is what this smoke display was from, a controlled burn of the national park. A clean up you could say. Actually, I haven't seen them burn off the Pyramid since I moved here so it has been a few years (unless I missed it).


It was nice to have the excuse of an only just fallen asleep baby to so a bit of driving around. He had missed his sleep after all and no one likes a sleep deprived baby.


At the moment we are in the middle of the cane season so there are trains and harvesting everywhere. Not that I have seen much because I haven't been gallivanting around the countryside this year.


The sugar cane is a varying ages, some newly harvested, some not long planted, some regrowing and some still waiting its turn.


It won't be long until the heat of summer is here so it is nice to get the chance to enjoy the cooler weather while we can. Mind you as said in a discussion this morning with Mr Sparky about enjoying seasons "there aren't really seasons here just summer and hot summer" 😁. Not quite true but close enough, we have been having some cooler nights and mornings after all.

Wednesday, 23 August 2017

Cruising down at the Wharf

Hi ... it's me.
That person who apparently blogs in this little space.

It seems that a little boy who came into our lives has reduced my wish to write posts, 


either that or it is my lack of getting out and about like I used to. Maybe it is really my sheer laziness and reliance on facebook and instagram browsing instead of doing more useful things or even more enjoyable things, like blogging.


A couple of weeks ago we headed into the city for a doctors appointment followed by meeting Mr Sparky for breakfast. Sometimes it seems like we never see him and like our Little Possum never gets to see his daddy. Anyway, after breakfast bub and I headed off on a walk first to visit a daycare Mum's shop and then down to the wharf because CRUISE SHIP and there is nothing like a walk along the water to relax.


I used to spend so much time down here because of work, and because I wanted to. Now that we've moved south side it takes a bit more effort and organisation, both of which I seem to lack at the moment.


It was a gorgeous day to be close to the water and it was sunny. We'd been having a far amount of cloudy weather at the time. The sun is back now and giving us firm hints of the Summer to come.


There were plenty of other people around, probably more because of the cruise ship than anything.


There was even some wedding photography happening. A pretty awesome backdrop really.


I really should start making more of an effort to get out and about a bit more. Mind you it isn't like I don't with Possum's swimming lessons and Mums group, but it isn't quite the same.


Hopefully I get some catch ups from the last few months for you to enjoy. Don't hold your breath waiting though. Those hanging out on instagram probably have more of an idea of what I've been up to recently. But its okay .. "I'll be back." (Bet you read that in an Arnie voice 😜 ... you did now)

Wednesday, 19 July 2017

3 months on




How many times can you say that you can't believe that much time has passed before it sinks in?



Our cheeky little possum has been a part of our family for 3 months now, clicking over to 3 months old on the 6th of July.


It seems like such a milestone but we started the day as normal, and the rest of the day went per "normal" to be honest. First was the pre sunrise feeding and hanging with Dad before he went to work. We then headed off on our morning walk.


It was a gorgeous and relaxing start to the day, we love getting outdoors.



Liam is always set up with his toys which he plays with more and more. He usually checks out the sky and anything else he can see before dozing off.


I, of cause, am always set up with my camera, which Liam likes to use as a foot rest.

 


It is good to get out and about, checking out the area we now live.




I can't really believe he is that old already, that he has been in our lives that long already.
I feel like our baby is growing at a rate of knots and that if I blink he won't be a baby any more.
We have so much love for this tiny human in our lives and so much amazement watching him grown and learn.


 I feel like things are certainly easier and the newborn days are definitely gone. I miss those first weeks already but I certainly enjoy getting sleep now. I know we will have many more challenging times of teething, sickness, tantrums and who knows what else ahead but this certainly seems like we've made it through the hard slog, for now anyway. I guess it is getting sleep that gives me that opinion but he really is a mostly chilled little man or maybe I am just very good at forgetting the screaming and unsettled times. I'm just going to enjoy this rhythm we seem to have fallen in to. Mind you the other day I had one of those 'I wish I was at work' moments. I'm really not sure what to do with myself.


Our little cockatoo has certainly found his voice, being just as noisy as the birds that his hairstyle mimics. He is just on the edge of giggling, I know one day it will just start. He startles easily these days, any strange or loud sound sees his bottom lip drop and body tense up. Raspberries and making noises and bubbles in all that dribble is the way to communicate these days. We certainly know who is boss in our house at the moment. In saying that though, he still goes with the flow.



These days Liam gets a little excited when Daddy gets home and is usually happy to see him, with smiles to share. He also gets excited when we say bath and when he gets completely undressed. Bath time is always fun and there is a lot more splashing these days and just enjoying the feel and noise of the water. He also loves our morning walks, well I assume he does. He is very relaxed during them and has a little nap. 


These days the hanging toys are a lot of fun and are whacked, grabbed and pulled into his mouth. His hands and fists are another endless source of entertainment and comfort. He is often seen sucking on various fingers and his thumb or trying to shove the whole fist in his mouth. He is certainly gaining more control over his hands, grabbing things that are near him and most recently trying to bring them to his mouth. Tummy time is also more interesting, his little head sitting up high, looking around and doing occasional rolls over when he feels like it. He still loves that knitted clown he was given and these days loves the little, brightly coloured koala that is usually hanging in his pram. Feet are also apparently a fascinating thing and when he realised they were covered up in his suit the other night he spent ages staring at them, I swear trying to work out where they had gone.

I can see him changing, growing and learning all the time. He is such a copy cat and such a personality.




Not only has Liam been on his first flight he has now been on his first camping trip. I feel this kid will certainly have seen a lot when he has finished his first year. I can't wait to experience more with him and share his amazement at this whole shiny, new world  ... and to blow more raspberries on all that chubbiness.

Monday, 29 May 2017

6 weeks ...

How an earth has this happened!


The first 6 weeks of our little possum's life have flown. The first 6 weeks of having him in our lives have flown!


We have loved watching him change and grow, celebrating the smallest things and waking up every day swearing he has changed. In the last 6 weeks he has learnt so much about this world and us just as we have learnt so much about him.



 This boy is rarely still, just like his father I feel. He loves wriggling, kicking, waving his arms and pushing with his legs. Daddy loves evening play time with him making him stand up, walk and fly. Liam loves it too.


The most rewarding thing for us, and hopefully for him, was learning to smile. No matter how crappy a night is has been or how over feeding him what seems like every five seconds or how i wish i could get things done, that smile fixes it all and lights up the day, or middle of the night. 



He absolutely loves baths although not so much the getting undressed and dressed part. I did work out one night though, if you crazy exaggerated sing along to what ever song is happening, smiles come willingly rather than crying.


Speaking of music, this boy loves anything going, especially if it is upbeat and according to daddy loves the Dixie Chicks.


He is learning to love floor time more and more, slowly growing the amount of time he is happy to play. He loves staring at who knows what around the room, the t.v (gasp) and smiling at nothing much in particular (or maybe it is his invisible friend). He has favourite toys already. There is the lat scrunchy monkey that makes a crinkly sound, just like the paper when he goes to get weighed, which he also loves wriggling around on. He also likes Mr Squeaky, a brightly coloured dog with a squeaky foot along with the dangly lion the jingles when you hit it.


Sleep is apparently always something to be fought unless he is sneakily snuck into it while just snuggling on the chair. Most of the time though, settling to sleep involves a little squealing in protest or even a full blown tantrum. He has kind of settled himself into a routine of sorts, that is until he decides to mix it up and keep us on our toes. In general he spends 3hrs asleep, 2 hours awake, with plenty of flexibility to it, especially at night when often 3 or 4 hours is considered all he should have. It seems that mummy and daddy pointing out the benefits of sleep and that they would be much better with more of it falls on deaf ears. Oh well.


He loves to eat as soon as he wakes up, there is no holding back this hungry little gremlin. He used to think being awake meant being on the boob but now loves his little bit of play time. He loves to have a chat to his food and still squeals like a piglet when he looses it along with the super cute grunting, snuffling, nuzzling and open mouth searching to find it again. I have learnt that breast feeding is challenging, a lot harder than I thought it would be, but that it slowly gets easier (around the 6week mark I found). No one really tells you that about that.


It seems our little possum is the king of poo-plosions. He got me a good one, one day, meaning I needed to have a shower before I could even attempt to clean him up. I've learnt I have a bizarre sense of humour when it comes to things like this, maybe I have reverted to being a ten year old.
 

 He has learnt to really focus on things, although he was pretty much born doing that. He stares you down reading what your face is saying, looking deep inside I swear. He also hams it up for the camera, maybe he thinks it is his real mummy.


I could sit and drink in his cuteness, his smell, his feel and drown in his eyes for hours. Such a time waster but such an adorable one.


And just because it took me so long to actually post this blog, we've made it to 7 weeks.


This little man has now had his first flight (outside the womb) which he mostly slept and fed through. He also charmed anyone he saw. It is amazing how good service on a plane is with a cute baby (mind you that airline always has excellent service).



He has finally met his very excited cousins and Aunty C (sis C) as well as his Grandad.


They love cuddling him, especially his cousins. A real live dolly to snuggle which is good practice for the coming addition to their family, due in November.
Yay! I get to be an Aunty again!
 

He has also loved getting to know his Granny, who was there to see him born. He definitely loves his snuggles with her, she has the magic touch.


In the last has worked out he can do this squeal thing while smiling and just this morning he thought that tongue poking while smiling was fun, producing even more smiles. He has also found his voice and loves chatting away to anyone and anything.


I want to freeze these moments in time and keep him as he is but I want to watch and see what he does next.

It is funny how little time he has been here yet how it seems like he has been here forever.

I hope to get back to the blogging and many other things, like housework ... not that I really want to do housework, yuck.