tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74139342024-03-24T04:59:06.166+11:00Bugsy's BlogNo Regrets! When my stint on this earth is over I want to be able to turn around and say "I have no regrets". I refuse to let infertility rule me, but sometimes it does get the better of me. This is my record of trying to beat the demon infertility. Current score: Universe : 3, Me: 1Bugsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09858450584684501269noreply@blogger.comBlogger771125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7413934.post-65952725433625478732010-09-05T20:28:00.002+10:002010-09-05T20:43:06.633+10:00Three alreadyThree - We are three already - when did that happen! <br /><br />He is such a gorgeous and amazing man who is so smart that he puts me to shame - I actually lost a logical argument to him this week - the topic was "how do you decide whether something is real or not? he said "I am real because i can talk". I said 'what about the dog? does that mean the dog is not real?" - he answered "the dog talks - she barks! - that is her way of talking". What could i say to that? Here are some photos of him - Alex with his monkey, and on his pirate birthday, complete with the pirate themed cake i made him, and then alex dressed up as superman!<br /><br />He is my superman!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCvHs7R4rzwC2w0tidcynykOY4QxsMoQBTIWraDI0AtNqPuxZNgrLhX5dXtuUDmmsSGSY7kZHVgUmPWzSvs8FPCW_zmewEMozS37ndy6ekQr6oz3UFQaKwrZe4zz1RhG7z5QWp/s1600/P2230022a.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCvHs7R4rzwC2w0tidcynykOY4QxsMoQBTIWraDI0AtNqPuxZNgrLhX5dXtuUDmmsSGSY7kZHVgUmPWzSvs8FPCW_zmewEMozS37ndy6ekQr6oz3UFQaKwrZe4zz1RhG7z5QWp/s320/P2230022a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513376876018725874" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiANtMQz_F5_vEW7N4AoryyI4DwS3fxWVg8tmjVASLlNFF0D8G3o3GaVbSg6fuqtGyOCag9eJVZOc5kkf-TPiK4K6MTIBHl2bbUxlSM4P1PU57RjpsMR4mHInC_v1d6fw0-lbn9/s1600/DSCN0373_035a.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiANtMQz_F5_vEW7N4AoryyI4DwS3fxWVg8tmjVASLlNFF0D8G3o3GaVbSg6fuqtGyOCag9eJVZOc5kkf-TPiK4K6MTIBHl2bbUxlSM4P1PU57RjpsMR4mHInC_v1d6fw0-lbn9/s320/DSCN0373_035a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513376866583606834" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXPWZgsFTLMzLBD18IFQFrnN-k_3c8Z1JpYGmQTVYglJJFWh-srGK5w_0tL2M6PUURYXKeSvbfYWdfse2LHM3Knx5FfZaX-8Wo56mBS2bTe9Cn3suj0DFZQbXoO8NbXtqUs4Gl/s1600/P3230087.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXPWZgsFTLMzLBD18IFQFrnN-k_3c8Z1JpYGmQTVYglJJFWh-srGK5w_0tL2M6PUURYXKeSvbfYWdfse2LHM3Knx5FfZaX-8Wo56mBS2bTe9Cn3suj0DFZQbXoO8NbXtqUs4Gl/s320/P3230087.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513376861494244274" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgitlQpRoV-5UrAlaH4tgbdyj1PXaNqsYA2HfHZWrYzxXObmA5y56jJBD6EgXR1Xyb9FTzsnQZLDyyJrQixKJenmgULvcK0WGvTDlGUpJ51Z3jzf-phwzQ-MJvZnPLv-rBuYRt6/s1600/DSCF3670.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgitlQpRoV-5UrAlaH4tgbdyj1PXaNqsYA2HfHZWrYzxXObmA5y56jJBD6EgXR1Xyb9FTzsnQZLDyyJrQixKJenmgULvcK0WGvTDlGUpJ51Z3jzf-phwzQ-MJvZnPLv-rBuYRt6/s320/DSCF3670.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513376855611328258" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuXqNLcxWlg0PR-vQyjfRbb4tGNJbdaSNTreBEQRagIf1_ef1cb2NgP91MaRZC00I6p9HLHCYtVg7VYoeRrv4U17L0p2LxulIsLq_lh-Y-Rij4TtHp5KURYP8koHNUYmWVRFxn/s1600/DSCF3657.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuXqNLcxWlg0PR-vQyjfRbb4tGNJbdaSNTreBEQRagIf1_ef1cb2NgP91MaRZC00I6p9HLHCYtVg7VYoeRrv4U17L0p2LxulIsLq_lh-Y-Rij4TtHp5KURYP8koHNUYmWVRFxn/s320/DSCF3657.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513376845899934418" border="0" /></a>Bugsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09858450584684501269noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7413934.post-836850340930316912009-12-09T09:44:00.004+11:002009-12-09T10:08:46.729+11:00Yes - we live!A post from Bugsy you say? Nah - she never posts anymore. Well yes I have been naughty, but I have also been busy. Working non stop with a 2 year old and a home to care for as well is very very tiring. And i must admit, facebook has lured me away from just about everything else.<br /><br />Anyway - here i am.<br /><br />Alex is just about 28 months old, (2 years 4 months). He has sure grown up. My little boy is in big boy undies and is very excited about it - he is telling everyone. It only started yesterday so it is quite a novelty for him. But while he is interested, we will pursue his interest. Getting rid of nappies will certainly help alleviate some weight on the budget!<br /><br />I entered some of my knitting in the local agricultural show and i got a second place and a third place! Was really pleased because i really didn't expect to win anything, when i am competing against women who have been entering for 30+ years and win every since time. Quite nice though that someone else likes my knitting too. Yay.<br /><br />ok - some pics.<br /><br />Collecting the eggs at Auntie's farm:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGL2soPohzZ6d87DbuZlG9OMck05rlnDwdAttrTjaYwbj0jjUWsxLciqi6EP9aTh1qC2Ffox9bgnLzRFZGhTut8rK2sxI79L3MsfylSJDSClkLqEm3dF6Gw1QxznXzFajnHa47/s1600-h/DSCF3073.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGL2soPohzZ6d87DbuZlG9OMck05rlnDwdAttrTjaYwbj0jjUWsxLciqi6EP9aTh1qC2Ffox9bgnLzRFZGhTut8rK2sxI79L3MsfylSJDSClkLqEm3dF6Gw1QxznXzFajnHa47/s320/DSCF3073.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413005344979927458" border="0" /></a>This is MY egg - i took it inside and Auntie cooked it for me and i ate it for breakfast:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg18bzC6BFpgWIBerPMWmlOOosCpz3IT2BichcEqV_5BzGmilRLhgzuUySO9nyTWxOzr6zFljCLXBpjfTozVDnAT9SwsnWIVZ8IVBNDvhW71Z4h1Do1mKX7UuXulMDxFAjxWaBR/s1600-h/DSCF3072.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg18bzC6BFpgWIBerPMWmlOOosCpz3IT2BichcEqV_5BzGmilRLhgzuUySO9nyTWxOzr6zFljCLXBpjfTozVDnAT9SwsnWIVZ8IVBNDvhW71Z4h1Do1mKX7UuXulMDxFAjxWaBR/s320/DSCF3072.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413005342321399362" border="0" /></a>Professional daycare pics - my studious look: (notice - left hander!):<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjr7bf4l6PwhUuJTUBH6sZfrXABIM-YO7qUKuN__snjfdlvMFbtAkZr9UaXSdn_uxlk4t7JYhfKHgvHgxVMajF44kWXm2lD6mnMnZjKqZmJsgMCOMXQN_4M5TwuwwOvmsebLm_y/s1600-h/alex20090008.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjr7bf4l6PwhUuJTUBH6sZfrXABIM-YO7qUKuN__snjfdlvMFbtAkZr9UaXSdn_uxlk4t7JYhfKHgvHgxVMajF44kWXm2lD6mnMnZjKqZmJsgMCOMXQN_4M5TwuwwOvmsebLm_y/s320/alex20090008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413004596997601170" border="0" /></a>My playful look hehe:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnP_YEY843pwHOubWDUMwl5sIDZxe07MieO2FF3T42QD3hgRNmtaLOffxOGpBNEK1hgHKt3JOlsNMxJRgJeBXGwpmjPt0lIyZS3PB1WmUxScITGoZ7pWQdSjneJVtIJGSZQsQE/s1600-h/Alex2009a0001.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnP_YEY843pwHOubWDUMwl5sIDZxe07MieO2FF3T42QD3hgRNmtaLOffxOGpBNEK1hgHKt3JOlsNMxJRgJeBXGwpmjPt0lIyZS3PB1WmUxScITGoZ7pWQdSjneJVtIJGSZQsQE/s320/Alex2009a0001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413004591326575026" border="0" /></a>Tired after a long day with Nanna - got to see Santa, got a pressie, rode a pony and got my face painted.:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGBaMK1vh5mt42CuBkHW_-xBotDdfCv-PqbDxRXgpqHXnjZ-MVIeKykb8tOlBmchqAMOj_hRPqCQLSDfsxb7nbYMw7wxeeV2Tv2J0lqM3dj0YJHzBCQmbX_xCR6mjbkqAf2y7J/s1600-h/P7080027a.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGBaMK1vh5mt42CuBkHW_-xBotDdfCv-PqbDxRXgpqHXnjZ-MVIeKykb8tOlBmchqAMOj_hRPqCQLSDfsxb7nbYMw7wxeeV2Tv2J0lqM3dj0YJHzBCQmbX_xCR6mjbkqAf2y7J/s320/P7080027a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413004590177420530" border="0" /></a>My little kitty: (roar)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4Af3AUXAohDJgWCiTRg3RDN6N9B0td6KiYNUwQaSclsuaEHo3xEXQMe-lKbQKUUIek_PddVI7fi1zpV5RX7S9jLBx-j39OpSE1njLnA-UZkFe_0FpayPq1wnK5TaoIWIOyOgN/s1600-h/P7080029a.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4Af3AUXAohDJgWCiTRg3RDN6N9B0td6KiYNUwQaSclsuaEHo3xEXQMe-lKbQKUUIek_PddVI7fi1zpV5RX7S9jLBx-j39OpSE1njLnA-UZkFe_0FpayPq1wnK5TaoIWIOyOgN/s320/P7080029a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413004581409366034" border="0" /></a>The knitting that won me 2nd and 3rd at the local show (baby feet blanket and iggle piggle):<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfWYb74Hzc1ujEmneQ2S-7oUlOr1q3aCZYgQPh7vrDhS2G4o75qWzhI_20le6ptY9VJowrdNPGUzpCNKzcTJ7GqBSXqaKnwt5DKFBvm-jHc0myxC9BfWW1ljWo01e7K-CUxWYk/s1600-h/P7080016a.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfWYb74Hzc1ujEmneQ2S-7oUlOr1q3aCZYgQPh7vrDhS2G4o75qWzhI_20le6ptY9VJowrdNPGUzpCNKzcTJ7GqBSXqaKnwt5DKFBvm-jHc0myxC9BfWW1ljWo01e7K-CUxWYk/s320/P7080016a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413004570505414674" border="0" /></a>Bugsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09858450584684501269noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7413934.post-65714817992339348082009-05-11T08:57:00.004+10:002009-05-11T09:47:37.776+10:0021 months oldWhat a mother's day pressie - my boy turned 21 months old on Mother's day.<br /><br />He is getting so big now. Such a little man.<br /><br />* He squeals and shouts and makes lots of noise, then turns around and holds his finger to his mouth and says "shhhhhh......."<br />* When he wants to go outside he runs into his bedroom and gets his boots and puts them on.<br />* He can put his pull on boots on himself. No guarantee he will get the right feet but 90% of the time he does.<br />* His language skills are finally starting to take off. He attempts to repeat what we have said and you can pick up what word he was trying to say.<br />* He has started saying "please" and will add it to what he wants eg "up please".<br />* Toys have to kiss now lol. Teddy and giraffe pash all the time, then Mummy and Daddy have to kiss teddy and giraffe too.<br />* He has become a little bugger to get to bed of a night time. The last four nights it has been well after midnight before he has reluctantly gone to bed. This is definately something that needs correcting as it is driving me quickly insane.<br />* If a song he is dancing to ends, and there is a gap between that song and the next one he stands there with this arms open and says "uh-ohhh".<br />* If he spills something he grabs a "cloth" of some sort and wipes it up.<br />* Whenever someone leaves he waves, calls out "Bye" and blows kisses - even if it is just someone leaving from a car park outside the shop that he doesn't even know. We have had some grumpy people laugh and smile when he does it to them.<br />* He loves art. Drawing especially, but he loves pasting as well.<br />* He is a big music lover. Not only listening to it but also he loves playing his drum, recorder, harmonica etc.<br />* He enjoys doing flashcards and will bring us the packet every day to do. When we get to I for Icecream he wants to lick the card hehe.<br />* He can tell me what sound a dog, cat and fish make.<br />* He loves his new blue dressing gown and his white bath robe.<br /><br />and so much more. He is amazing and awesome and frustrating - all in one tidy little package.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgn11W2ccm7De-Ou7Z4qXkOiQh95DPTsXccFdRLXaUuifOAYS60kRodDyge14eaV0QI6yyeiLCD-kyzrvsWsUN5SLlmmWcOD9exE8BOnvkpKNXg6tYAGUe0v31PKyKwqQDniwCi/s1600-h/P4160017.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgn11W2ccm7De-Ou7Z4qXkOiQh95DPTsXccFdRLXaUuifOAYS60kRodDyge14eaV0QI6yyeiLCD-kyzrvsWsUN5SLlmmWcOD9exE8BOnvkpKNXg6tYAGUe0v31PKyKwqQDniwCi/s320/P4160017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334344717864437762" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF_NgClBSJk5K8VakxSj9w-BAwMrrDOtRhmznoCPcC4CGZQInbpau9bhc29t-JADTpUWMUEosb1oLDM3oZSBe8bdyMzGpSlSNmxryPH-HcHeOB5uXnFftDLAaju1cLZug9goXb/s1600-h/19042009063.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF_NgClBSJk5K8VakxSj9w-BAwMrrDOtRhmznoCPcC4CGZQInbpau9bhc29t-JADTpUWMUEosb1oLDM3oZSBe8bdyMzGpSlSNmxryPH-HcHeOB5uXnFftDLAaju1cLZug9goXb/s320/19042009063.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334344711331757074" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb8k4gGg1hfwpD4v9fb0PeRAaWqFbQ33UBpFiS9lxoU77k7nvADQdR64V21L6PAulbgBZLrMAn982OHGE0A0M0WtlD_dj5GZRRXI0OcecFVxSUPhaFU1MgVHR5t8H4IhCze75W/s1600-h/19042009059.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb8k4gGg1hfwpD4v9fb0PeRAaWqFbQ33UBpFiS9lxoU77k7nvADQdR64V21L6PAulbgBZLrMAn982OHGE0A0M0WtlD_dj5GZRRXI0OcecFVxSUPhaFU1MgVHR5t8H4IhCze75W/s320/19042009059.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334344710759092002" border="0" /></a>Bugsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09858450584684501269noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7413934.post-92177097304588997192009-04-15T19:15:00.007+10:002009-04-15T19:32:34.318+10:00igg1e pigg1eLeeanne - I have been knitting - honest.<br /><br />I have almost finished an Igg1e Pigg1e toy for my boy. All i have left is the blankie. <br /><br />This is where i am up to at the moment:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1P-SJlVI1DbXEKQsh9Tvd60_wVfbKhAU2pXkFt6Rlh9owQv8etIyfQQYji8b3PAeypVeSmVBGq9rzqIs-AznRRZStwC8Mm6CEp3JB7iqwFFltbPSjkQdr9DQA721DoeGGkD5d/s1600-h/P3280037.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1P-SJlVI1DbXEKQsh9Tvd60_wVfbKhAU2pXkFt6Rlh9owQv8etIyfQQYji8b3PAeypVeSmVBGq9rzqIs-AznRRZStwC8Mm6CEp3JB7iqwFFltbPSjkQdr9DQA721DoeGGkD5d/s320/P3280037.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324847664891149394" border="0" /></a>Close up of the face:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBg8uOBDtzbiuIYSk34HxyDphfLEpW2wLH9RVvaYznpeCpTg5uUuyaVyTmTWpc_Wa3rNlRYa8fnncrHzqAdrlgdJrtj6TPQ2Jqja_CmJfbf_X4E3f_jAgtzMt_ub5n7XmSAbQX/s1600-h/P3280033.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBg8uOBDtzbiuIYSk34HxyDphfLEpW2wLH9RVvaYznpeCpTg5uUuyaVyTmTWpc_Wa3rNlRYa8fnncrHzqAdrlgdJrtj6TPQ2Jqja_CmJfbf_X4E3f_jAgtzMt_ub5n7XmSAbQX/s320/P3280033.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324847660646665506" border="0" /></a>Back to when he was "armless":<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgGcGg5mR3RGFsuDVdJT8I4O_NzrfDf7F7DbVEZdwcGZVN6y4q6GYkPqLhRq0t2g86M8a1Ah2KeTOAB3j09ot_3k7UoI_YzcUishAhqVMjanz_z9qFkTinf4LiWLVETxJ-qCcP/s1600-h/P3280032.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgGcGg5mR3RGFsuDVdJT8I4O_NzrfDf7F7DbVEZdwcGZVN6y4q6GYkPqLhRq0t2g86M8a1Ah2KeTOAB3j09ot_3k7UoI_YzcUishAhqVMjanz_z9qFkTinf4LiWLVETxJ-qCcP/s320/P3280032.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324847659366220258" border="0" /></a>and before then he was just a faceless entity:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCd2BKaJrd_DKEKfd55slG8cW2uRbpvJTAEIwAL1p0IeCqswV00fWQ1gyjP3iRy6GBv9vxVTT31cNMkZ_GrFb5qwKhsW2t_b1_4Kc57MRclYbyJ7BeTKdVnDeE04LVyUakzHCK/s1600-h/P3280030.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCd2BKaJrd_DKEKfd55slG8cW2uRbpvJTAEIwAL1p0IeCqswV00fWQ1gyjP3iRy6GBv9vxVTT31cNMkZ_GrFb5qwKhsW2t_b1_4Kc57MRclYbyJ7BeTKdVnDeE04LVyUakzHCK/s320/P3280030.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324847653689297634" border="0" /></a>The body after i just finished knitting it:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPEwHA6VGHQFRkb2e9B8lWjPzER7m5BgaHU550auZcqISnFIf9nFGNQwO6V2JM6yxGoV9mQeYo7DjeQ5XU6rbE4pCgzFcDDMTyddGtz0ZVi1nG_3IdSKb92u_7CXfvHkRvpH5D/s1600-h/igglepigglebodyWIP1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPEwHA6VGHQFRkb2e9B8lWjPzER7m5BgaHU550auZcqISnFIf9nFGNQwO6V2JM6yxGoV9mQeYo7DjeQ5XU6rbE4pCgzFcDDMTyddGtz0ZVi1nG_3IdSKb92u_7CXfvHkRvpH5D/s320/igglepigglebodyWIP1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324847641601644258" border="0" /></a>Bugsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09858450584684501269noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7413934.post-1134471858852772662009-04-15T11:37:00.004+10:002009-04-15T12:05:47.799+10:00An updateI thought it was about time i posted, and Rachel - you have encouraged me to finally make a post.<br /><br />We are doing okay. Times are a bit tough (okay a lot tough). Business is struggling, i can't find a job and I am terrified we will lose our home (hubbs assures me it won't get to that - I pray he is right.).<br /><br />Alex continues to be incredible and is my rock in this world. I don't know how i would cope without him.<br /><br />He is now 20 months old and a real little boy now - no hint of my baby remains.<br /><br />He is down to one bottle at bedtime and eats me out of house and home already. I swear every night he eats the same amount i eat. And i love that he will try anything. I don't think i have found any food yet that he just won't eat.<br /><br />When i am preparing dinner he sits on a bar stool at the kitchen bench and watches me, and he wants to try every ingredient. He loves to munch on carrot but wasn't too keen on raw onion hehe. At least he tried it. He loves raw cauliflower too.<br /><br />His vocabulary has started improving and he is a whiz at baby sign language. if he can't make us understand the word he signs it instead so we get the idea of what he wants. It is very cute.<br /><br />Some pics of our little family:<br /><br />Alex doing what he loves best - being a revhead on daddy's motorbike - boy he can rev that thing. He bawls buckets when he gets pulled off it and daddy rides away to go to the shop.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSZ3eJw408zE_NffdsFo_KNxRWgmMr9a4VCGU4rC_1clYheQO_eN-Jb061mRqIRbMY1-KD5-bCIMiB9htVGewPaEBu1bghGMwVIQPu9lY5CU7sDF-_o-sSGlHMMPf8e5ajsSfS/s1600-h/P3260004.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSZ3eJw408zE_NffdsFo_KNxRWgmMr9a4VCGU4rC_1clYheQO_eN-Jb061mRqIRbMY1-KD5-bCIMiB9htVGewPaEBu1bghGMwVIQPu9lY5CU7sDF-_o-sSGlHMMPf8e5ajsSfS/s320/P3260004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324727324228408482" border="0" /></a>Our family. Daycare had a really cheap deal for doing family photos so we got them done. I love and cherish them.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgp5t6RQzgpcyn9Aky9j46rAS7oV1Go6BMZ2cvLKlVmshfZx0ja3h5PmiWjEZLI81XzgR-saifyNSf2Opi_TIXdWTcO54BHaTgSh0MpJNh1bv28VNFQqh7kz-8wL-PK85muFwLZ/s1600-h/family2a.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 255px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgp5t6RQzgpcyn9Aky9j46rAS7oV1Go6BMZ2cvLKlVmshfZx0ja3h5PmiWjEZLI81XzgR-saifyNSf2Opi_TIXdWTcO54BHaTgSh0MpJNh1bv28VNFQqh7kz-8wL-PK85muFwLZ/s320/family2a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324727323246749778" border="0" /></a>My boy. Losing all his baby fat, he is a real little boy now. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUyZl7s_qGb4mQUlhoB93C1IcLq8PZWK-giCtLNdr2WTYwAZ9KOX1QiWjLtJlKYiKGAw2fBSvpftjEWDrNpVBqzAge_oHtFT-2N23jx5tRqvjWUbQYET7hFFp3w6QejzS5wlpv/s1600-h/alex1a.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 255px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUyZl7s_qGb4mQUlhoB93C1IcLq8PZWK-giCtLNdr2WTYwAZ9KOX1QiWjLtJlKYiKGAw2fBSvpftjEWDrNpVBqzAge_oHtFT-2N23jx5tRqvjWUbQYET7hFFp3w6QejzS5wlpv/s320/alex1a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324727316797523794" border="0" /></a>hehe and when 1 sippy cup just isn't enough:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwnjSXolJTKHPoUzX5KMlQfmw-eGpuESy9lBfEob-ISuuvm3d248XLYn9-Ac5XMgoB608C14FPPHx1dwTQacVk54JLGdk5iphnNGB6v_b1XT7J1n0pWipLp3nCDvEBAvsR031M/s1600-h/P4090033a.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwnjSXolJTKHPoUzX5KMlQfmw-eGpuESy9lBfEob-ISuuvm3d248XLYn9-Ac5XMgoB608C14FPPHx1dwTQacVk54JLGdk5iphnNGB6v_b1XT7J1n0pWipLp3nCDvEBAvsR031M/s320/P4090033a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324727312048455218" border="0" /></a>My chocolate easter bunny:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyTTewLDgMDCV_WlJDQ6aVnDmAGsVEB_4yVz5UjNCrZAwhlpx2NizLg7wIz4Fj_mvwOKXUn9EcUE_GccwroZYGjbFQ_XIfCpRVmDCAY4VA-2ZYVBivYn9oxGryBij0nwRNWfup/s1600-h/P4100048a.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyTTewLDgMDCV_WlJDQ6aVnDmAGsVEB_4yVz5UjNCrZAwhlpx2NizLg7wIz4Fj_mvwOKXUn9EcUE_GccwroZYGjbFQ_XIfCpRVmDCAY4VA-2ZYVBivYn9oxGryBij0nwRNWfup/s320/P4100048a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324727306923447762" border="0" /></a>Bugsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09858450584684501269noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7413934.post-74689677240639324062009-02-10T12:40:00.002+11:002009-02-10T12:55:11.634+11:00Urgent Aid Needed - please help all you can.<span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">You would have to be living in a hole to not know of the devistation that has been happening in Australia at the moment - Victoria being the worst hit with the fires (although I wouldn't want to really compare - other states have had it really bad too). The toll is still rising but so far there are 173 people dead in these Victorian fires and thousands of people homeless with little more than the clothing on their back. They are saying 750 homes have been lost but I wouldn't be surprised if it was much more than that. We are only beginning to understand the depth of this.<br /><br />My sister is in an affected area, and i never again want a phone call like the one she gave me on Saturday. She called , in tears to tell me that the fires were near, and the name of the solicitors office where her will is kept, just in case. She told me she loved me and that there was no opportunity to evacuate - all roads leading out are blocked with fire. The fire front was 20 kms wide, with flames leaping 60-100 ft high. <br /><br />Somehow, with a lot of luck, and a lot of fire prevention in place, and by being up for 24 hours putting out spot fires on their property and saturating their house and property they survived unscathed apart from some singe marks. <br /><br />As they run dog boarding kennels they had 8 boarders that they brought into their house, so they could defend them better. All the owners are very happy that they cared enough to do this.<br /><br />Since then they have taken in a friend and her cats. This friend breeds russian blue cats and has 55 of them ranging from kittens to adults. They only managed to catch 49 of them before they were forced to leave because the fires were too close. They haven't been allowed back into the area yet to see if the other 6 have survived and whether her house is still standing - they will try every day to return though. So my sister's house is pretty full at the moment with lots of dogs and cats and 3 humans.<br /><br />Of course with all this loss there is a great need for assistance from anyone. The red cross are accepting donations, as are most of the major banks. Please give what you can to help.<br /><br />For those of us that are too short of cash that want to help out there are other things you can do. </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">COLES</span> supermarket is having it so all money spent there Friday 13th will go to the bushfires, so PLEASE hold off getting groceries and shop at coles this Friday!!! </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">There is a Ravelry group that are collecting 12inch (30cm) squares to make blankets for those in need. Please go <a href="http://www.ravelry.com/discuss/packages-down-under/518406/1-25">HERE</a> and join up. Every square helps..and lets face it..If you were in need YOU would want someones help, dont be selfish, give just a few hours to make a square or two. They can be knitted, crocheted or sewn and if you want you can also donate materials. <br /><br />If you don't have a Ravelry account and still want to make squares, you can send them to me and i will pass them on. Email me at mail(dot)bugsy(at)gmail(dot)com and i will send you my address.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">It can pretty much be said that if you live in Australia you must know of at least one person who this has affected, even if its only a friend of a friends friend..its still so close to home. This could happen to any one of us.<br /><br />Please - if there was ever a time to help someone out that seriously needs it - this IS the time.<br /><br />Thank you<br /></span>Bugsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09858450584684501269noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7413934.post-45388177746436761552009-02-04T15:01:00.002+11:002009-02-04T15:14:20.340+11:00Tagged - i hate being tagged!!!!<h3 class="post-title"> Tagged </h3> The lovely <a href="http://www.kattsknitting.blogspot.com">Katt</a> tagged me so here I go<br /><br />Here are the rules:<br />Link to the person who tagged you.<br />Mention the rules.<br />Tell six quirky yet boring, unspectacular details about yourself.<br />Tag six other bloggers by linking to them.<br />Go to each person’s blog and leave a comment that let’s them know they’ve been tagged.<br /><br />1. I hate being tagged. Yet i do them when pushed. (or bored)<br /><br />2. I have never seen snow.<br /><br />3. I was 28 when i got my ears pierced, and even then i cried because i had defied my father's wishes (he hated people mutilating their bodies) - and my father had been dead 7 years by then.<br /><br />4. I was 30 the first time i flew anywhere - it was a conference on the gold coast - i loved it<br /><br />5. I would love to write a book about infertility - one day i hope i do, and it hope it touches one person out there suffering as i have.<br /><br />6. i hate being tagged - i can never find a final thing to tell you about.<br /><br />Not tagging anyone - that is my gift to you.Bugsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09858450584684501269noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7413934.post-18952523889815963552009-01-19T13:46:00.004+11:002009-01-19T14:09:07.232+11:00i never postYou know that - This is like my first post in 2 months - Talk about a gap!<br /><br />I have been sick. Since November actually. Started off like a cold, and just got worse until i had trouble breathing. After many trips to GPs I had 6 lots of antibiotics and 2 days before Christmas day the doc wanted me to go into hospital. I managed to talk her out of this - how on earth can i go into hospital with a toddler, 2 days before christmas when i am cooking lunch for 5 people?<br /><br />Luckily i started getting better so stayed out of hospital, but have since started going downhill again. Lung x-ray showed nothing so i went for a high res CT scan of my lungs this morning - results on Thursday. I am so sick of being sick. My throat is still ulcerated and it hurts to breath. I am still coughing up green mucus and have had a headache mostly for the last 5 days. And you can bet i am not even doing anything positive like losing weight lol.<br /><br />Alex has been awesome. He is almost 1.5 years old - can you believe it?<br /><br />he is growing and changing all the time. I love him to bits. I have a million photos on facebook of him (email me and i will give you the email address i use there so you can easily find me).<br /><br />We recently went to my sisters for a few days and he loved the beach - the biggest sandpit he has ever seen!<br /><br />I have been busy too - here are a couple of projects i have finished recently:<br /><br />A pair of Fetching handwarmers:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzcegicxMLxVfteKi1d7DxmjhOIhWyhky24SR8K0DmhOZwjdk0sU7hFL8rMm7c2DBTc9-bDkLKUM2iinUs9CtCQZUMhI60BHhhROCwrWbt_YvSQnS9MJpbys3b4kb6JnfNsUMI/s1600-h/P1170077a.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzcegicxMLxVfteKi1d7DxmjhOIhWyhky24SR8K0DmhOZwjdk0sU7hFL8rMm7c2DBTc9-bDkLKUM2iinUs9CtCQZUMhI60BHhhROCwrWbt_YvSQnS9MJpbys3b4kb6JnfNsUMI/s320/P1170077a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292835723555723362" border="0" /></a>Alex's little blue heart jumper - almost finished - just have to do a little bit of embroidery around the heart<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA11kYfdeO5paSDOekKORLJUGwbLC_bNR7Hj6utZQChl1BZZKucvYUpmbltF0cnanA1I7ZkpVovsLNbnNuNdiBLRNXpjpa40z1mgmMEmOq8TiblFZH9v32Ch9iYhw6-XBP04tP/s1600-h/P1180089.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA11kYfdeO5paSDOekKORLJUGwbLC_bNR7Hj6utZQChl1BZZKucvYUpmbltF0cnanA1I7ZkpVovsLNbnNuNdiBLRNXpjpa40z1mgmMEmOq8TiblFZH9v32Ch9iYhw6-XBP04tP/s320/P1180089.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292835406237483330" border="0" /></a><br />And of course some up to date pics of Alex:<br /><br />Alex at woodside beach:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilCbGcOE8xsWhptWHvoOFRQI-6TBukc7PR-1g7F7_VIx9D4vKaSgxvpwsR3l3GMO27hvBe6p5xQ-cCQ-KxCWOw2citjJkAioKQEckjNkUsHJJjRWs2rIZG86cHlw6PtVh7wPSF/s1600-h/P1120033a.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilCbGcOE8xsWhptWHvoOFRQI-6TBukc7PR-1g7F7_VIx9D4vKaSgxvpwsR3l3GMO27hvBe6p5xQ-cCQ-KxCWOw2citjJkAioKQEckjNkUsHJJjRWs2rIZG86cHlw6PtVh7wPSF/s320/P1120033a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292835410885561154" border="0" /></a><br />Alex and Mumma at woodside beach:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixzIVTC-UdlcQYuyHJFU7eU-1xuWlVu55tWfeR-u2BStTjQWQbUS7TsrMW3qhUVCNqnpZx8LEwMwxK7a4wpO4Xm8r3V4H_MoTxXhyg1JNCbzKHb6ITDpaTF9r_LZqRepXPwHW9/s1600-h/DSCF2615a.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixzIVTC-UdlcQYuyHJFU7eU-1xuWlVu55tWfeR-u2BStTjQWQbUS7TsrMW3qhUVCNqnpZx8LEwMwxK7a4wpO4Xm8r3V4H_MoTxXhyg1JNCbzKHb6ITDpaTF9r_LZqRepXPwHW9/s320/DSCF2615a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292835404194878946" border="0" /></a>Alex playing in the sand at woodside beach:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGwI2136N6uHO0iC5dMxSn_OMsyJtdjU7skchN2-_SNSk3pXUlXd1h8V9akElMGP6SqdYoLvyvnapymfgqWkvqXDCac9mgRAjhW28sN278gZXMMWIX2IPpthXxXN_6wzqjtoez/s1600-h/DSCF2573.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGwI2136N6uHO0iC5dMxSn_OMsyJtdjU7skchN2-_SNSk3pXUlXd1h8V9akElMGP6SqdYoLvyvnapymfgqWkvqXDCac9mgRAjhW28sN278gZXMMWIX2IPpthXxXN_6wzqjtoez/s320/DSCF2573.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292835394700448754" border="0" /></a>Mummy, Daddy and Alex on Boxing day at my family christmas get together - he was very spoilt:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinq9ZR15_HGY7BACR3i4KYW2lB1H2wKCrOXkEWAn4nku4xzOcyHnwi796dr-SNBkgpJTaN-GMmD7Dx_PnK63YfZYoRfZ_0_bewV4BKEEShrdjWtzEWLj1bRO60nEOThb2DP9uE/s1600-h/DSCF2507.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinq9ZR15_HGY7BACR3i4KYW2lB1H2wKCrOXkEWAn4nku4xzOcyHnwi796dr-SNBkgpJTaN-GMmD7Dx_PnK63YfZYoRfZ_0_bewV4BKEEShrdjWtzEWLj1bRO60nEOThb2DP9uE/s320/DSCF2507.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292835386903580610" border="0" /></a>Bugsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09858450584684501269noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7413934.post-14075073864839929352008-11-28T19:39:00.003+11:002008-11-28T19:53:43.123+11:00Big ChangesIt's been a big week.<br /><br />Wednesday Alex was sick and i had to stay home with him. At 9am i got a phone call - my boss, and a HR rep on the phone. In 10 mins my life changed. Over the phone they told me that my position had been made redundant. After 8 years, I am unemployed. In a heartbeat.<br /><br />I finished up today.<br /><br />I should be happy. I am one of the lucky ones. I get a reasonable payout in very uncertain times. New redundancy policies come into play 1st jan next year that means the payout is effectively halved.<br /><br />Today was hard. It was like i was invisible to most there. Like i had already gone. 4 amazing friends there really helped me today. They made me remember why i love that place so much. It is the people - they are incredible and i thank them so much for being there today. They have no idea how their support carried me through the day.<br /><br />I left quietly. No presentation, no gift, no card. It was better this way. I went to lunch with the people that mattered. I said goodbye to those people as well. No false presentations, no guilt filled gifts. It made the day more about me instead of them, and i was very glad of that.<br /><br />Still, it was hard. I cried several times. Heck i am crying as i am typing this.<br /><br />But I got through the day and now it is done. I am unemployed. I am free.<br /><br />I never realised how emotional redundancies are. How the feelings are totally mixed. I just want to say to my friends that have been through this (Jojo -i am thinking of you), I hope i helped you during this time. I hope i made you feel okay. I never really understood, but i do now, and i am sorry if i didn't understand at the time.<br /><br />I feel like they loved me so much that they paid me to go away. and i am struggling to understand how that really makes me feel.<br /><br />i'm conflicted. I wish i could stop crying and see this as a positive thing, like so many people are telling me to do.<br /><br />8 years is a long time. I have some grieving to do.<br /><br />So now i have some big decisions to make, and i get to spend more time bouncing on the bed with this incredible little man:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9bK-__Px1eUWzpfHvhDsqWgZCNidyDodUMXIh47NMITxPKFHwPZiC36CbX2CoxF1f2enNrdMJ8fFK5uS5WMBRWXtk0XJdnHFwDuFGHXsn_5VcG48U2jVIiZoeJz5YeC08kqXK/s1600-h/PB230015a.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9bK-__Px1eUWzpfHvhDsqWgZCNidyDodUMXIh47NMITxPKFHwPZiC36CbX2CoxF1f2enNrdMJ8fFK5uS5WMBRWXtk0XJdnHFwDuFGHXsn_5VcG48U2jVIiZoeJz5YeC08kqXK/s320/PB230015a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273628191077941138" border="0" /></a>and that IS a very positive thing.Bugsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09858450584684501269noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7413934.post-52685132146236444442008-11-23T17:44:00.003+11:002008-11-23T20:09:44.621+11:00Yes I am alive - really I is!I really am still alive. Things have been busy. Alex has been continually sick with one thing or the other. I really hate daycare for making him so ill. He got bronchitis and I was home for 2 weeks with him until he was better, then he was only back at daycare 1 week and he got gastro, then both Hubbs and I also got gastro! absolutely disgusting it was. Ohh and then we gave Nana gastro too. Fun.<br /><br />I am incredibly busy with work as well. In fact I worked almost all weekend remotely (nana came over to help with alex yesterday while I looked after crisis hotspots). I have no idea where the rest of my time goes. Either i am working at the shop, or doing something with Alex. (in fact it has taken me all day to write this blog post!)<br /><br />Alex is thriving. He is over 15 months old now and running everywhere. Every day he grows up a little more and every day i am reminded that he is more knowing than i give him credit for. He seems to understand everything. I can ask him where something is and he will run and get it and bring it back to me.<br /><br />He will eat really well with a spoon and doesn't make that much mess really. He eats pretty much everything we put in front of him (except if he isn't feeling well).<br /><br />He has 11 teeth (4 top front, 4 top bottom and 3 of his "first molars") and it really hurts when he bites!<br /><br />He has finally decided to say Mumma. He says quite a bit (most not totally recognisable though). eg "ish" is "fish", "eueueue" is "hello" (when talking on a phone). "ah ya ya" seems to be"I love you" in response to me telling him I love him. etc<br /><br />He runs up to us and gives us the biggest hugs - wrapping his arms around our legs and looking up and smiling.<br /><br />He can do kisses - but is very sparse with them - he really isn't a very cuddly kid.<br /><br />He is very artistic. He loves doing artwork at daycare and they say he holds his paint brush or sponge brush perfectly and sits quietly concentrating on his art for ages at a time.<br /><br />He hates me being at the computer and pinches the mouse at every opportunity.<br /><br />He loves tv and gets the remote and presses buttons to change channels lol. He works everything out really quickly.<br /><br />He loves to build things with his blocks and can sit quietly for ages putting blocks on top of each other.<br /><br />He just is continually amazing me, day after day.<br /><br />Personally things have been a little tough. I won't go into it but let me just say some money and a new husband would certainly improve things lol.<br /><br />I will leave you with a few of my favorite recent pics.<br /><br />New videos are up on Youtube as well - You can find them here--> <a href="http://au.youtube.com/user/bugsy1970au">http://au.youtube.com/user/bugsy1970au</a><br /><br />p.s. if you want to add me as a friend on facebook send me your email addy for facebook and i will add you (i will tell you that this is bugsy when i do so you know who i am).<br /><br />A tired little man:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLnwzpFqol1rLl_6aAQwx0hWBlx6-PIwhLrYHOX4E00Ac5zN_p9F6bfYMMOr3BU0t8UP8yD7C6wb9-_zsDJafEKcAia0Co9YpMACcimXeNAF9Yu86fzueoEw9CTtGKOt5O-lWV/s1600-h/PB020002.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLnwzpFqol1rLl_6aAQwx0hWBlx6-PIwhLrYHOX4E00Ac5zN_p9F6bfYMMOr3BU0t8UP8yD7C6wb9-_zsDJafEKcAia0Co9YpMACcimXeNAF9Yu86fzueoEw9CTtGKOt5O-lWV/s320/PB020002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271745422778785538" border="0" /></a>OK - so maybe , just maybe he does have a little bit of red in his hair:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3Uhdt2Q1Ue8Jro9MvFp6r0aq2vO-Eidy0MFR2ys4KUmNET1Tyl_XE2v-Exq7dsNNDo0apbwTkaLhQ5jppyyb48oYRmugw1FtDap3xSL-LlkYygMXQshfP33m_LRFJPXVKkocO/s1600-h/PA190149.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3Uhdt2Q1Ue8Jro9MvFp6r0aq2vO-Eidy0MFR2ys4KUmNET1Tyl_XE2v-Exq7dsNNDo0apbwTkaLhQ5jppyyb48oYRmugw1FtDap3xSL-LlkYygMXQshfP33m_LRFJPXVKkocO/s320/PA190149.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271745413451329298" border="0" /></a>My current favorite pic - Alex and I :<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ2AoWppY4EEydryX7XeIGF-3R9OyGey8GtCLxBkolA1aUQo_OWRTJbYUVzWU-R6Shlidr_g8R3C8j710Iop8g_C0-8Di4yeYI3PQ43zYnj4bBe3Jn_N6CiP4HeTHR9uecnMhO/s1600-h/PA190131.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ2AoWppY4EEydryX7XeIGF-3R9OyGey8GtCLxBkolA1aUQo_OWRTJbYUVzWU-R6Shlidr_g8R3C8j710Iop8g_C0-8Di4yeYI3PQ43zYnj4bBe3Jn_N6CiP4HeTHR9uecnMhO/s320/PA190131.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271745407053633698" border="0" /></a>My cheeky boy! He loves this cap and can put it on himself. Actually he loves hats and shoes.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlXIppCpa1Jr_p3nz321vzvr1fY7rJ4riESTN9Fmn3iqom-afwg4zBdji6B-HtMlGii0ZkjcwOD1O4r7jlzfhsyZRyyr8Q8_FwUK_4dzBI2SRnUjFWP8TG9c9e-vahbTfT2L1B/s1600-h/PB080003.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlXIppCpa1Jr_p3nz321vzvr1fY7rJ4riESTN9Fmn3iqom-afwg4zBdji6B-HtMlGii0ZkjcwOD1O4r7jlzfhsyZRyyr8Q8_FwUK_4dzBI2SRnUjFWP8TG9c9e-vahbTfT2L1B/s320/PB080003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271745404565844322" border="0" /></a>A picture from today that just makes me smile:<br />What a poser!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuZJ6q6vTXZpacoy3RDtq3r7VgxPaqbGKdHuQC06AJKWJ7CkdzuOT_Z5d0ks4E2n3Qau5koGUNk7H_IWMVHZ-qcn0fGVvdGOBC9kfer_g0blEAoyf6sDDiiuXbXlYl_eQiNqAQ/s1600-h/PB230027.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuZJ6q6vTXZpacoy3RDtq3r7VgxPaqbGKdHuQC06AJKWJ7CkdzuOT_Z5d0ks4E2n3Qau5koGUNk7H_IWMVHZ-qcn0fGVvdGOBC9kfer_g0blEAoyf6sDDiiuXbXlYl_eQiNqAQ/s320/PB230027.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271745394276654082" border="0" /></a>Take care all.Bugsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09858450584684501269noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7413934.post-16624049283525172042008-09-29T19:18:00.002+10:002008-09-29T19:25:58.354+10:00Ever wonder?Have you ever wondered what IT people do during the day, when you are between tasks and every second person that contacts you seems to be "missing a few sheep in the top paddock", if you know what I mean?<br /><br />Well - we play with toys.<br /><br />Here are the toys on my desk - doing a conga line.<br /> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaw4-PF7EigVlkc2HDMhQv41rwWeJUL4lkweR5gXx_LTDMnnBrqa4ojJUaOQhY6t84HpOMUihDHvBeK61tW3H0M1fZXq87U4JOakgzLKuHR_gPOZSQ7NSfpwJO6K7ZOMX1eQ8L/s1600-h/Image181.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaw4-PF7EigVlkc2HDMhQv41rwWeJUL4lkweR5gXx_LTDMnnBrqa4ojJUaOQhY6t84HpOMUihDHvBeK61tW3H0M1fZXq87U4JOakgzLKuHR_gPOZSQ7NSfpwJO6K7ZOMX1eQ8L/s320/Image181.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251370831666787010" border="0" /></a>and those naughty boy bees trying to "upskirt" wonder woman - (if you know, she was wearing a skirt).<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm2Ws-WL3uhhUkfVp2M1orSIY2VpfaZ1q7dXkbPmJMXdQUs8mWynkRFnKxHgtMdeBjfPzlVVn1CB1uAr0taFhzhGOGsMjF4vJeF9zr42GYSnAsrPJ5IngGIoTkWVR-R5D9czMN/s1600-h/Image183.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm2Ws-WL3uhhUkfVp2M1orSIY2VpfaZ1q7dXkbPmJMXdQUs8mWynkRFnKxHgtMdeBjfPzlVVn1CB1uAr0taFhzhGOGsMjF4vJeF9zr42GYSnAsrPJ5IngGIoTkWVR-R5D9czMN/s320/Image183.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251370838531544162" border="0" /></a><br />ok - I know - i need a life. <br /><br />Hope you are all well.Bugsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09858450584684501269noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7413934.post-60312089816811020572008-09-18T22:53:00.003+10:002008-09-18T23:28:26.095+10:00still alive - barelyHi everyone,<br /><br />I haven't posted in a while and there are lots of reasons for that. I guess the biggest reason is that i haven't really felt like "sharing". Life is full of twists and turns and not all of them are pleasant scenic spots that you want to send postcards from. Lately our "laneways of life" are littered with broken glass and i just can't cope with facing all my demons just yet.<br /><br />Plus i have been sick, plus Alex has been sick, plus nobody ever reads this anymore anyway, .... blah blah blah.<br /><br />Lots of excuses, bah humbug.<br /><br />Just be assured that essentially all is okay. Alex and i have had a virus - a lovely nasty one that has flu like symptoms along with ear and eye infections. Alex recovered quickly. I am still struggling three weeks later with limited hearing and eyes that are still sore. it sucks. it could be worse. i will get over it.<br /><br />On the 31st August at my mother in law's 64th birthday party, Alex stood up and walked to his Nana. Talk about showboating. Nana of course was thrilled.<br /><br />Every day since his confidence in walking has grown and now he prefers to walk than to do anything else. He can take 40 steps in a row, all on his own now and is almost to running stage. Of course, getting him to stay in his pram now is hopeless. We walk , at toddler pace, through the shopping centres and supermarkets. oh well. It is beautiful to see him walking. And of course, to see him so happy and proud of himself.<br /><br />Videos of Alex are up on YouTube for your viewing pleasure - including a few of him walking. The can be seen <a href="http://www.youtube.com/bugsy1970au">here</a>. Enjoy<br /><br />And of course some photos:<br /><br />Alex with his daddy at the shop (oh how he loves his Daddy - luckily the feeling is mutual) :<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5w1nA42OP7I99zks6WaR6uiDYe3jJFYWP0EnvISmcIGXLT34frCwbUPnMMCAVTg0PcXMlyszJ_KrVu3ezxpMF3gRQXTMNgZt4BTjUqHy0NY215TNTwUca8rwPlvX3xE_wkjnB/s1600-h/P9130039.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5w1nA42OP7I99zks6WaR6uiDYe3jJFYWP0EnvISmcIGXLT34frCwbUPnMMCAVTg0PcXMlyszJ_KrVu3ezxpMF3gRQXTMNgZt4BTjUqHy0NY215TNTwUca8rwPlvX3xE_wkjnB/s320/P9130039.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247350687722131874" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBWQldrjeiFei3xCbl5aOTQ48fhU83k-uMxozSpHVpFlJVRas9YUjcBQhHA7WNah5rt-9FDZ1D_7g2Gsr6kYkbl-LkY12FU5spqJM8srPLMdidhHB-0FKaySM5adHD4ya523wU/s1600-h/P9130032.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBWQldrjeiFei3xCbl5aOTQ48fhU83k-uMxozSpHVpFlJVRas9YUjcBQhHA7WNah5rt-9FDZ1D_7g2Gsr6kYkbl-LkY12FU5spqJM8srPLMdidhHB-0FKaySM5adHD4ya523wU/s320/P9130032.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247350697063567362" border="0" /></a>Alex laughing with his mummy - I like to call this shot : "Take your top off mum - might attack more customers!":<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvWypg42oDvCqS-r-vyo4tHF8Hm7WOfZD0IGXIyzDiyatsuaUFo1VCByrJxwnCgaR3sWNzZBr-fgEVZV0bOsdPjVn3q5Hw0zozVKVLVcixfQwwXBnN0snnxuDUBTj81syHcltY/s1600-h/P9130053.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvWypg42oDvCqS-r-vyo4tHF8Hm7WOfZD0IGXIyzDiyatsuaUFo1VCByrJxwnCgaR3sWNzZBr-fgEVZV0bOsdPjVn3q5Hw0zozVKVLVcixfQwwXBnN0snnxuDUBTj81syHcltY/s320/P9130053.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247350704788980146" border="0" /></a>and finally one of me with my little man.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjW0aQfUXFjVo219hu7BHUFRt9u9ons6qOcF3HWY_Xu8COjyBnN4CB8i4Unb2ENsZmE9O_zLkAwti9jqgSmwl32ZBLArG6vF5I4p_p5Ytghy4B52IxggiTNJO01dLEo2dN3y2mV/s1600-h/P9130043.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjW0aQfUXFjVo219hu7BHUFRt9u9ons6qOcF3HWY_Xu8COjyBnN4CB8i4Unb2ENsZmE9O_zLkAwti9jqgSmwl32ZBLArG6vF5I4p_p5Ytghy4B52IxggiTNJO01dLEo2dN3y2mV/s320/P9130043.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247350710227323506" border="0" /></a><br />I'm very proud of you darling! I have a toddler!<br /><br />Toddler alert - Toddler Alert!Bugsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09858450584684501269noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7413934.post-33432225764283417602008-08-29T22:45:00.003+10:002008-08-29T23:14:04.524+10:00You know you are exhausted when......You know you are totally exhausted when:<br /><br />1) You don't shower for two days or wash your hair for three days and still go to work that way<br />2) You go to work with a stain on your tshirt and don't realise for hours<br />3) It gets to midday before you notice you have toothpaste across your cheek.<br />4) You send your son to daycare with his pants on backwards and only notice when you hand him over.<br />5) You have so many coffees before 10am that you can feel your heart leaping out of your chest.<br />6) You get to bed before midnight one night and consider the 6 hours sleep you then got was totally luxurious.<br />7) You say "thank god it's friday" in a lift full of workmates, only for someone to remind you it is Wednesday.<br />8) You go to eat the meal you just cooked, hold your cutlery to eat, and can't figure out what is wrong - then you finally get it and have to take a picture of it for your blog:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQseY-T2WymChpPEdwP7xFZQu6zUglXmfGa8XXPlHBQnXYf_qrxF16dI8dmravka9B6J5NnOo9VlTIHZqvucYH-SYkGC2Ur_y3LSWpEefPKhRvU_epVG24VicjHvN97v5qu4yu/s1600-h/P8260139.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQseY-T2WymChpPEdwP7xFZQu6zUglXmfGa8XXPlHBQnXYf_qrxF16dI8dmravka9B6J5NnOo9VlTIHZqvucYH-SYkGC2Ur_y3LSWpEefPKhRvU_epVG24VicjHvN97v5qu4yu/s320/P8260139.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239924489780227410" border="0" /></a>But the tiredness fades away when you come home to your amazing little man:<br />(pictured here at his best mate Jesse's 1st Birthday bash)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLjGtOk-XW3MaLmTuQPUMBCyqTJdFmiAptpOZ74GY97TF-9fo4eG4Igyeuk9hL8P-zmXZdblb2qd9hgPzfAarX9VzKDQplBnpbaGdd-4spkUL7214lXYcLPHlkfO42-t-_oNCz/s1600-h/P8160075a.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLjGtOk-XW3MaLmTuQPUMBCyqTJdFmiAptpOZ74GY97TF-9fo4eG4Igyeuk9hL8P-zmXZdblb2qd9hgPzfAarX9VzKDQplBnpbaGdd-4spkUL7214lXYcLPHlkfO42-t-_oNCz/s320/P8160075a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239924497315808530" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrRCuXsAmLoliCmL9Z2xM-9qn44DkjN1MNnw3uaxCWScgaJJu8bvIkz5nzW8EItIwTD2qQKSjYH_iWAxrTumRoM_S3ydy6oCBVEacVfpOiN2pExOOxx8sR5HxvoZqPWHIsF_nd/s1600-h/P8160076a.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrRCuXsAmLoliCmL9Z2xM-9qn44DkjN1MNnw3uaxCWScgaJJu8bvIkz5nzW8EItIwTD2qQKSjYH_iWAxrTumRoM_S3ydy6oCBVEacVfpOiN2pExOOxx8sR5HxvoZqPWHIsF_nd/s320/P8160076a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239924501453289346" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhm1SwYAE1RvD-fvdvWGvnhPo9KoiTa4vP8BGp3w_MmBPm2FWOEDsw6jSuveYlVeSzM1139GMlMSGwJJeWCcMOLUyCGpw2zdN6Y3meaf3V-MnLnZCJHR5PYRGApfdHO0NNIA9im/s1600-h/P8160080a.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhm1SwYAE1RvD-fvdvWGvnhPo9KoiTa4vP8BGp3w_MmBPm2FWOEDsw6jSuveYlVeSzM1139GMlMSGwJJeWCcMOLUyCGpw2zdN6Y3meaf3V-MnLnZCJHR5PYRGApfdHO0NNIA9im/s320/P8160080a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239924507947677778" border="0" /></a>Happy 1st Birthday Jesse! <br />It has been so much fun sharing this last year with you. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjn2c8BWc2w00fQmlzY9OFI7xVJmyVgPtq-KRQvyWM-LJFbam9llYebsMyftZCYzusGA9AqSfpPo33aGboBAmNsrM9-eGJk0nf_HRBClQmOXwQjDKuACRhuHRtW3_bUp-yBKGHo/s1600-h/P8160084a.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjn2c8BWc2w00fQmlzY9OFI7xVJmyVgPtq-KRQvyWM-LJFbam9llYebsMyftZCYzusGA9AqSfpPo33aGboBAmNsrM9-eGJk0nf_HRBClQmOXwQjDKuACRhuHRtW3_bUp-yBKGHo/s320/P8160084a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239924491716374786" border="0" /></a><br />Can i go to sleep now?Bugsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09858450584684501269noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7413934.post-84108214377055212202008-08-10T18:12:00.006+10:002008-08-10T22:38:11.095+10:001 year old today!My baby boy is 1 year old today. This time last year i was cradling him in my arms, during the precious moments they let me touch him while he was in special care.<br /><br />This time last year I knew my life had changed forever, but I really had no idea just how much it had changed.<br /><br />This time last year i thought my dreams had all come true - little did I know it would get better than i had ever dreamed of.<br /><br />1 year old today.<br /><br />Alex had a lovely birthday - he couldn't believe all the new things he got to play with.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg22Ds-5oaO5O1WcT5zA_-aSYIA7PN3da8AXgDRYTy8s2Zlor9wKfK6-WkzElQ0Kibgx0tpNb0MP2pthJi3JrgXc9k_gWx-hZY5dGDkot0T8hqGDJcNSce-GBuLhCBXviqoG5WO/s1600-h/P8100004a.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg22Ds-5oaO5O1WcT5zA_-aSYIA7PN3da8AXgDRYTy8s2Zlor9wKfK6-WkzElQ0Kibgx0tpNb0MP2pthJi3JrgXc9k_gWx-hZY5dGDkot0T8hqGDJcNSce-GBuLhCBXviqoG5WO/s320/P8100004a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232799851193567698" border="0" /></a>Daddy and Mummy bought him a learning car and he couldn't wait for daddy to unpack it and put it together.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkFvcTdhBBchwX1Nz2wNiN09EcWV0rtbsS7P_KnpSm1YA2NiaifcWn91Ga-aeuCOwSX-cQG2F0xTd0ymOldU8C-MpblqvyJufbbyRHpIWps3vGeeC538OwOJuYRkqQlcdpzhf6/s1600-h/P8100005a.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkFvcTdhBBchwX1Nz2wNiN09EcWV0rtbsS7P_KnpSm1YA2NiaifcWn91Ga-aeuCOwSX-cQG2F0xTd0ymOldU8C-MpblqvyJufbbyRHpIWps3vGeeC538OwOJuYRkqQlcdpzhf6/s320/P8100005a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232799854883323922" border="0" /></a><br />But once it was together he knew exactly what to do with it.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcmBxrCivaaCb86-U1Q5ixuSGwjlELnsggHddfcJj5ustKO8cLJpiBBFTzK3RVtVB_S1bRj_QD8rDaTXuglGzkMNguqbMy0BfLFq_VoqM0bYTOpOih1bymPtdC_O5KElDGgZSU/s1600-h/P8100007a.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcmBxrCivaaCb86-U1Q5ixuSGwjlELnsggHddfcJj5ustKO8cLJpiBBFTzK3RVtVB_S1bRj_QD8rDaTXuglGzkMNguqbMy0BfLFq_VoqM0bYTOpOih1bymPtdC_O5KElDGgZSU/s320/P8100007a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232799862112685202" border="0" /></a>Apparently it is heaps of fun.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSa1isAofu_vIoAcrg4PHvq5i1xkKfxqFN8ulcPfKAM0Qn1R23mI9rf618fFEovq1njhBuMgWAjp6Pq01S6qjgKeeIxCQ3DM4KpSWTJxyqMsH86yU5XTvH0vQj8N8mOnrv3CG4/s1600-h/P8100009a.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSa1isAofu_vIoAcrg4PHvq5i1xkKfxqFN8ulcPfKAM0Qn1R23mI9rf618fFEovq1njhBuMgWAjp6Pq01S6qjgKeeIxCQ3DM4KpSWTJxyqMsH86yU5XTvH0vQj8N8mOnrv3CG4/s320/P8100009a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232799866380912786" border="0" /></a>The ever lovely <a href="http://www.kattsknitting.blogspot.com">Katt</a> gave him (amongst some awesome clothing) a hand made lil devil hat. Mummy loves it as he can't easily get it off (and he is always pulling his hats off) but Alex wasn't that keen on it lol: She sells lovely hand made items on her etsy site (<a href="http://www.kattwings.etsy.com">here</a>)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiF2xdGff1HMe77myX2LO11P-v0RqgGPiivAid84YMHTDmjrOun2tRUUelnHzWix1l6kAIkrKSpmPIakBfNr5M-Z_SOuLvUR8DUvEGVNeDhMjwcbbr57Mzb19G1Xub9lpdIKUY/s1600-h/P8100020a.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiF2xdGff1HMe77myX2LO11P-v0RqgGPiivAid84YMHTDmjrOun2tRUUelnHzWix1l6kAIkrKSpmPIakBfNr5M-Z_SOuLvUR8DUvEGVNeDhMjwcbbr57Mzb19G1Xub9lpdIKUY/s320/P8100020a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232799870915225602" border="0" /></a>Auntie and Uncle also bought him a block wagon that he adores. Then he worked out he could play with both at once - and he was a happy boy then.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCQMRX6r2nUGGx8SCT045d0_j17fqMm5LTta65msdsPjUMUsJlBZMB4KbBhoEg_Z6exOXjH4JUCPIhfsDrNOICJ-WjfyWJNUt3ceePDUzSlGehc83N_TP1Y_qi6t62d42P3nrG/s1600-h/P8100021a.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCQMRX6r2nUGGx8SCT045d0_j17fqMm5LTta65msdsPjUMUsJlBZMB4KbBhoEg_Z6exOXjH4JUCPIhfsDrNOICJ-WjfyWJNUt3ceePDUzSlGehc83N_TP1Y_qi6t62d42P3nrG/s320/P8100021a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232800597715474210" border="0" /></a>We had lunch today with friends and family. Alex's best mate Jesse was there to help him celebrate - they enjoyed their time together:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj55BAgLYaxk1ZrErnWAfbOBZMV0uBb-hIHn2nov_1TkBZZTuXflifSMk_yiuBrD36TVxczhgZq8YDtq9oLvkNnrNVdv22Ck7yWDAXrnxcHQw7JjqSkFsnaC0TfzdN0eq6h8g0r/s1600-h/P8100025a.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj55BAgLYaxk1ZrErnWAfbOBZMV0uBb-hIHn2nov_1TkBZZTuXflifSMk_yiuBrD36TVxczhgZq8YDtq9oLvkNnrNVdv22Ck7yWDAXrnxcHQw7JjqSkFsnaC0TfzdN0eq6h8g0r/s320/P8100025a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232800606301162258" border="0" /></a>Until Alex decided he wanted both toys - poor Jesse!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhN8qX2ou6QElCbrsW_zAU7xG6xN2wpy9-DWNLRLsjrFeZxPCE3ZxpE_Jl5yxUs1VdKFZA2bKAyyLnifR1XeKQV10F9p8m6611_pmO9tMNPdP3MdlhkaVCL3AWWIL7XkwPki8rU/s1600-h/P8100026a.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhN8qX2ou6QElCbrsW_zAU7xG6xN2wpy9-DWNLRLsjrFeZxPCE3ZxpE_Jl5yxUs1VdKFZA2bKAyyLnifR1XeKQV10F9p8m6611_pmO9tMNPdP3MdlhkaVCL3AWWIL7XkwPki8rU/s320/P8100026a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232800611871861554" border="0" /></a><br />I am happy with the cake we got - it tasted divine.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqymxerA3NwLBK2f5KrpbYKo5JDh_r85hVhDlvyAr45Gm06iaf0Y_980jY-Y-_n35xN0b5GnOUNWMRPgbQIrPRPWaFK-yt_g0XwiT5C8w7dMpUtF57D-Wt2kNXJxH1lgRNU0-K/s1600-h/P8100031a.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqymxerA3NwLBK2f5KrpbYKo5JDh_r85hVhDlvyAr45Gm06iaf0Y_980jY-Y-_n35xN0b5GnOUNWMRPgbQIrPRPWaFK-yt_g0XwiT5C8w7dMpUtF57D-Wt2kNXJxH1lgRNU0-K/s320/P8100031a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232800617347200562" border="0" /></a>Of course we got a pic of Mummy, Daddy and our 1 year old son, Alex.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWRs2CkqghfGwO4NwYcmhrul7mezLQnLFj0HG6TmQvo7WAxcatN6cWmigCu-tWva8lzApoKnS45rCGHMeFGahNluKFrJgdm-TEzPvcQtiIFpUHnm6kax3s37iEs-NY9ynSEtjJ/s1600-h/P8100034a.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWRs2CkqghfGwO4NwYcmhrul7mezLQnLFj0HG6TmQvo7WAxcatN6cWmigCu-tWva8lzApoKnS45rCGHMeFGahNluKFrJgdm-TEzPvcQtiIFpUHnm6kax3s37iEs-NY9ynSEtjJ/s320/P8100034a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232800620103964866" border="0" /></a>Did I mention that he loved the cake?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkpcCC6TdD_zRufcrKyilB8V6jVt8UY97t9n_T9YnOZDV9QQVNUUjvk2YsF6ANhcSNfjDKuhEbFVX6jUg00bHZY_mnL18oigJXXKl7E-cBqgW2hS69STvXiYV_gXehoivRifhi/s1600-h/P8100037a.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkpcCC6TdD_zRufcrKyilB8V6jVt8UY97t9n_T9YnOZDV9QQVNUUjvk2YsF6ANhcSNfjDKuhEbFVX6jUg00bHZY_mnL18oigJXXKl7E-cBqgW2hS69STvXiYV_gXehoivRifhi/s320/P8100037a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232800998380802130" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQExp7qP3Nkk6X_BNlD7DK38fYFh_cak4hMQomLFae1L08zOalaZSm_KXmjap1BNuh7xMMLvqYUI5_zOQki9qURBC0dP6tbR0O8jinNZ3FEMYvsYYJVvYRbpbf3Fi6eMyb-qhF/s1600-h/P8100039a.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQExp7qP3Nkk6X_BNlD7DK38fYFh_cak4hMQomLFae1L08zOalaZSm_KXmjap1BNuh7xMMLvqYUI5_zOQki9qURBC0dP6tbR0O8jinNZ3FEMYvsYYJVvYRbpbf3Fi6eMyb-qhF/s320/P8100039a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232801001450004866" border="0" /></a>Last week I asked Hubbs "Is he everything you expected?" - he said "Nope - he is so much more, and better than i ever dreamed". Wow<br /><br />Happy Birthday darling boy. Mummy and Daddy love you more than anything in the world.Bugsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09858450584684501269noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7413934.post-8277279422556740092008-08-09T11:40:00.002+10:002008-08-09T12:14:04.441+10:006 things<p>i have been tagged by <a href="http://www.aprill.net/blog/">muser</a><a href="http://diaryofawannabehippy.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"></a></p> <p>Here are the rules …<br />1. Link to the person who “tagged” you.<br />2. Post the rules on your blog.<br />3. Write six random things about yourself.<br />4. Tag six people at the end of your post.<br />5. Let each person know that they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their blog.<br />6. Let the tagger know your entry is up.</p> <p>–</p> <ol><li>I have never bought paper napkins - any time we are out and have some sort of take away, they always give you too many and I diligently take them home and add the spares to my stash - that is what we use if we want to use one at home.<br /></li><li>I have been known to just eat a big bowl of steamed cauliflower with a home made cheese sauce for dinner.<br /></li><li>I went to high school with <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Damian_Walshe-Howling">Damian Walshe-Howling</a> We even acted together in the school play. I remember how he was as wonderful a person as he is an actor (and equally as sexy). He is definately one of those people that is beautiful inside and out.<br /></li><li>I can wiggle my nose several different ways and always do it when i am stressed. It has been known to really freak people out. (kids love it though)<br /></li><li>I am really short - less than 5 ft tall.<br /></li><li>I still can't used to people calling me "mummy" - I look around wondering who they are talking to. (eg "is mummy okay with you having that piece of apple to eat?"</li></ol>not tagging anyone - but go do it anyway and let me know if you do.Bugsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09858450584684501269noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7413934.post-36463108261071388722008-08-04T20:27:00.004+10:002008-08-04T21:09:19.655+10:00sick, sick sick, so we went to the doctors quick quick quickWe are sick - again.<br /><br />Alex has been on antibiotics for ear infections both ears, and he finished them on Thursday. Saturday he started with the runny nose, Sunday he started pulling his ears, and today it was back to the doctor and more antibiotics. Poor little man is sooo unhappy.<br /><br />Hubbs has been sick with it for about a week now and today I got hit with it - as the day progressed i got sicker and sicker. Not fun<br /><br />I just want him to be well enough to enjoy his birthday - which is fast approaching us. In fact, there is only 6 more sleeps (18 for Alex if you count his two day sleeps as well), until my little man turns 1.<br /><br />1! Can you believe it?<br /><br />Every Thursday we do our grocery shopping. Every week the lovely lady in the deli asks after Alex, cooing at how much he has grown and he smiles back at her, happy to have someone's attention. Last Thursday we went to do our shopping as usual, and it was too much for little man to cope with. He fell asleep on the job. While we were taking the picture, they were boarding up the local Starbucks while the staff stood nearby watching them , their boxes of personal items at their feet.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgN9IkBY62MtgG_orG_ZpqIJJ9A7vubGG4-NMEugWQ00bDDdXzdml4ws7rN91imMmmXfTutVh8iIacDoqOTiaXtbZw5ZLwRUg66Vv26JRyZTp39ezJVSxPbs7rk8eSzq8zYcMwV/s1600-h/Image158.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgN9IkBY62MtgG_orG_ZpqIJJ9A7vubGG4-NMEugWQ00bDDdXzdml4ws7rN91imMmmXfTutVh8iIacDoqOTiaXtbZw5ZLwRUg66Vv26JRyZTp39ezJVSxPbs7rk8eSzq8zYcMwV/s320/Image158.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230607911739259522" border="0" /></a>That's Alex in his trolley cover in the front seat of the trolley.<br /><br />I think we are prepared for his birthday. After reviewing kiddy play centres, etc, we decided that the only babies who would be there are Alex, his buddy Jesse and new baby Thomas (more on that below) so we decided to go to the pub instead (ok family bistro attached to the pub, but "the pub" sounded better).<br /><br />And now very very exciting news. Remember my friend Jobie? Well she had her baby boy last Monday. Please Meet Thomas James : (Happy 1 week old Thomas!).<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNNJFZY6eljuShcvesXc3Yyo1i7ibztQE-PiICGbVl-6f6yLTBdTdPRIhSTrVwNqA5QFC19eGZeL7Pdmhr9UiqLwWAozohFxVMXsPbUyxg3XKioyWIHJ5sPJws7xIh7zoxa7AY/s1600-h/P7300040a.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNNJFZY6eljuShcvesXc3Yyo1i7ibztQE-PiICGbVl-6f6yLTBdTdPRIhSTrVwNqA5QFC19eGZeL7Pdmhr9UiqLwWAozohFxVMXsPbUyxg3XKioyWIHJ5sPJws7xIh7zoxa7AY/s320/P7300040a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230611250105824850" border="0" /></a>That's yours truly getting a very lovely cuddle with the new arrival - ooooohhhhh he is soooo gorgeous, i seriously wanted to sneak him off the building and hurry home with him - but his Mum and Dad wanted to keep him for themselves instead (Mean huh!).<br />Alex looks positively gigantic compared to baby Thomas.<br />(That is Hubbs holding Alex).<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEkPPt__m9eFXQBj58Y5K8eH8bHVi8Qj3pi1iyvwb7cOPzzQaK19RwQ56SywpHOQ3cYtE9kxZBikrMKyLio3KtAZUyx11rTfmrJ5j_uBYKXYBmM41ebVyIT7IyevFIa1vatt7p/s1600-h/P7300041a.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEkPPt__m9eFXQBj58Y5K8eH8bHVi8Qj3pi1iyvwb7cOPzzQaK19RwQ56SywpHOQ3cYtE9kxZBikrMKyLio3KtAZUyx11rTfmrJ5j_uBYKXYBmM41ebVyIT7IyevFIa1vatt7p/s320/P7300041a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230611257283041026" border="0" /></a>I wanna another baby!.<br /><br />I need Jobie to send me a picture of her and her hubby with baby Thomas - we need a family pic I think.<br /><br />p.s. I very nearly drove over there yesterday for a cuddle. He is soooo cute. Isn't he cute?<br /><br />Jobie was very nicely over a week overdue, so i actually had a chance to finish the surprise pressie i was making for her. <br /><br />Here it is - A blankie very similar to Alex's one! Of course this one is better than his - Every colored square is patterned, and every corner is "baby feet" - every other patterned square is unique - no duplicates like Alex's one.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFRMPdY0p8aOHujWnDhX0n1EtSW5j-rXFlKcGW_aWHc3fBBvxbxBdn92lIOT12hRdoWUWdbTy6LQhYlIkv1_dHz2RTDloAC4ilAf-SbrUxXVaK8yrVkv5UAlZcFQlmaRwqZ7HA/s1600-h/P7300027a.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFRMPdY0p8aOHujWnDhX0n1EtSW5j-rXFlKcGW_aWHc3fBBvxbxBdn92lIOT12hRdoWUWdbTy6LQhYlIkv1_dHz2RTDloAC4ilAf-SbrUxXVaK8yrVkv5UAlZcFQlmaRwqZ7HA/s320/P7300027a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230615403345190770" border="0" /></a>Here is a close up of some of the new patterns I added:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAE0ZvTySqOL8ScOOvd90cVrtuE0LI0Ekt-YD_TJkPUlCqQlzk6UEgkBGfCRV6iHvVq2Db4BRk8ceZE8MJvFaJiPFZydymCURDqVk7sUnmIZwSqfrkcn8uJPwIRi4YYbqSsx4m/s1600-h/P7300030.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAE0ZvTySqOL8ScOOvd90cVrtuE0LI0Ekt-YD_TJkPUlCqQlzk6UEgkBGfCRV6iHvVq2Db4BRk8ceZE8MJvFaJiPFZydymCURDqVk7sUnmIZwSqfrkcn8uJPwIRi4YYbqSsx4m/s320/P7300030.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230615413729247650" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjz0i6Zqvq72jLpZ9Vya-0uTaTG7TXnDD1Yv7-Sosfw9DsXXuKqiie_oyf9eQNWDbY3A0Uce9zaBvXJXrgQzcPFHdQtPgk2Lymc0vqPF2flhj1r6m5rwr18_GLeZ19KnZbyA7N6/s1600-h/P7300031.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjz0i6Zqvq72jLpZ9Vya-0uTaTG7TXnDD1Yv7-Sosfw9DsXXuKqiie_oyf9eQNWDbY3A0Uce9zaBvXJXrgQzcPFHdQtPgk2Lymc0vqPF2flhj1r6m5rwr18_GLeZ19KnZbyA7N6/s320/P7300031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230615418064628034" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ_3Jb9VgA7FhCXjSLMhvTkUw4UJOvv_sj3feENSk2ZP0nYiPXVsZm65Qag3H7hTBVFxBy2tTdBqP1Sg0xuChZcFL0qN1DnSWvyeDN4vJBrWQfKnRPVVJZwSClbRVD-kwJDgAN/s1600-h/P7300033.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ_3Jb9VgA7FhCXjSLMhvTkUw4UJOvv_sj3feENSk2ZP0nYiPXVsZm65Qag3H7hTBVFxBy2tTdBqP1Sg0xuChZcFL0qN1DnSWvyeDN4vJBrWQfKnRPVVJZwSClbRVD-kwJDgAN/s320/P7300033.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230615425442322114" border="0" /></a>I also changed the way I sewed up the blankie. Alex's one you can't see the seams but at times the weight of itself makes the seams seem a bit weak. So instead, this one I experimented with making a feature of the seams and I loved how it ended up - it was so much stronger too.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQHSCQBK3H8-s0xu96mvGbmcEFFuYNBeiZTDjmMK_a6j7MAKJ3Mq5366kc-fg-YkAbkjp1m4mREYv3NmjQRTp0k1Dm6wUcb7NGBWso4Yr-3XMczd4iKRwQwwYuGA_ql3R0pJWL/s1600-h/P7300034.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQHSCQBK3H8-s0xu96mvGbmcEFFuYNBeiZTDjmMK_a6j7MAKJ3Mq5366kc-fg-YkAbkjp1m4mREYv3NmjQRTp0k1Dm6wUcb7NGBWso4Yr-3XMczd4iKRwQwwYuGA_ql3R0pJWL/s320/P7300034.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230615429136426882" border="0" /></a><br />I love that I can make something very special to give to a couple who I know will appreciate it. I do hope you love it Jobie, and that Thomas enjoys using it as well. That is one cute little man you have there! Well done girl.Bugsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09858450584684501269noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7413934.post-62027053895439632342008-07-28T21:24:00.004+10:002008-07-28T22:39:19.118+10:00It's all in the nameAlexander my darling son - if you are reading this in say 10 years or so, and think you have a crappy name and wonder why we called you this boring average name - then read the article below. We could have named you "bruno the stripper" , "doggy doo doo that the doggy doo doos", "bake for 2hrs at 180degrees", "Express train to Flinders street" or "100 green bottles". But no - my little love, we named you Alexander after the wonderful people who lived next door to mummy when she was growing up - that was their surname and they were like grandparents to Mummy.<br /><br />So read on and remember how lucky you are!<br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></span></span></span><h1>"Judge changes girl's ridiculous name</h1> <p class="author">From correspondents in Wellington</p> <p class="published-date">July 25, 2008 01:03pm</p> <div style="font-style: italic;" class="article-source"> Article from: Reuters</div> <!-- END Story Header Block --> <div style="font-style: italic;" class="article-toolbar top clearfloat floatright"><br /></div> <!-- END Story Toolbar --> <!-- Lead Content Panel --> <div style="font-style: italic;" class="storyintro"> <p>A YOUNG girl embarrassed by her name - "Talula Does the Hula from Hawaii" - has won a new one from a family court judge in New Zealand.</p> </div> <p style="font-style: italic;">Family Court Judge Rob Murfitt, ruling in the city of New Plymouth in the North Island, made the youngster a ward of court so that she could change the name she hates. </p> <p style="font-style: italic;">Judge Murfitt, in a written ruling released yesterday, said the girl's mother had not given any thought to the implication of naming her daughter. </p> <p style="font-style: italic;">"In all facets of life, a child bearing this name would be held up to ridicule and suspicion," Judge Murfitt wrote in the ruling made in February.</p> <p style="font-style: italic;">"The court is profoundly concerned about the very poor judgment which this child's parents have shown in choosing this name for her. It makes a fool of the child and sets her up with a social disability and handicap quite unnecessarily."</p><p style="font-style: italic;">The name issue arose during a custody hearing for the girl. </p> <p style="font-style: italic;">Judge Murfitt also took a stand against other parents saddling their children with bizarre names despite officials often trying to talk them out of unusual choices, saying this could create "social hurdles" as they grew up. </p> <p style="font-style: italic;">He cited as examples a family who named their children after six-cylinder Ford cars, twins called Benson and Hedges and youngsters called Midnight Chardonnay, Number 16 Bus Shelter and Violence. </p> <p style="font-style: italic;">"Quite frequently judges in the family court are dismayed by the eccentricity of names which some litigants have given their children," he wrote. </p> <p style="font-style: italic;">New Zealand's Child, Youth and Family agency was quoted as telling local reporters that it did not consider odd names as such to be child abuse although it could be classified as such if a child was bullied because of his or her name. </p> <p style="font-style: italic;">In Talula Does The Hula From Hawaii's case, there was no bullying, probably because the girl was so embarrassed that she never told friends her real name, instead calling herself "K". </p> <p style="font-style: italic;">Judge Murfitt gave the girl a new name but it was not made public in order to protect her privacy. </p> <p><span style="font-style: italic;">The custody case was also resolved."</span> </p>Bugsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09858450584684501269noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7413934.post-85193613440133575982008-07-26T20:04:00.003+10:002008-07-26T20:39:25.644+10:00Back at workI started work full time this week. It's hard. Really really hard. I have to get Alex to daycare before 8am so i can get to work on time and getting everything organised for us all is a bit of a struggle.<br /><br />But I am getting there. The first couple of days i cried all the way to work, if not for sheer exhaustion then definately for leaving my crying baby at daycare. Boy is that hard!<br /><br />Alex is settling in well at daycare though, and truth be known, before the car is started, he has already stopped crying and has started playing. They love him and tell me all the time what a great little man he is. He is blossoming there.<br /><br />But i have seen some things that upset me. Teddy blankie has changed from being something he likes to cuddle at bedtime to an object he has to have with him at all times. A real security blanket. It worries me that he needs it but I am trying to not get upset about it. At home he carries it around a little but soon forgets it.<br /><br />He has been continually sick since his second day. he got a cold which became ear infections in both ears and an upper respiratory infection and has had to be on antibiotics for a week now. He is very slowly getting better.<br /><br />One great thing is that they have a doctor visit the daycare centre every monday and you can get her to see your baby if you have anything you are concerned about or for immunisations etc. She is great with babies and children - they love her. She also bulk bills which is really good. So she is going to check him again this Monday to make sure he is on the improve. Poor little man.<br /><br />He also finds it difficult in the mornings when he wants to continue sleeping and Mean Mummy picks him up, dresses and changes him and puts him in the car with his bottle. The look on his face shows how he just doesn't understand what is going on.<br /><br />I found the first few days at work a bit of a challenge too - after all it has been a year since i looked at all this stuff and the cobwebs have definately built up. I am back at my old desk and all my stuff is still there, including pens etc. Bit freaky really. But Friday saw me thrown in the deep end with the girl who was doing my job calling in sick and not one but three major disasters occuring during the day that I had to immediately respond to. Something happened and I remembered things i had forgotten. I got them all fixed, in a timely manner and with appropriate notification. My new boss was really happy when I told him exactly what the issues were and how they should be fixed a full two hours before the professionals could diagnose it. I was so busy i never even had time to drink a glass of water, cup of coffee or even have lunch. And you know what? I loved every second of it.<br /><br />I felt like my brain has been switched on! And bonus - at the end of the day i get to go pick up my amazing son and we play and laugh and cuddle. <br /><br />I still count the hours to picking up Alex from the moment i get to work, but I enjoy being at work too. It sure helps.<br /><br />Alex is gearing up for his first birthday. One of the things he decided to do the other morning was read up on what big kids are doing:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOHiNKQFT9Y6EVwcVEYzsWhoCDAnT8ATFxA_P9rm3-gqwk-2Xky-xEGj9xAW0D9CZnrBw-3VFwkmf24yXXMwOZKPp-diMJsy75YncFknXgHI3HjFzriXijuzYB7qcpUZp963aX/s1600-h/P6050074.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOHiNKQFT9Y6EVwcVEYzsWhoCDAnT8ATFxA_P9rm3-gqwk-2Xky-xEGj9xAW0D9CZnrBw-3VFwkmf24yXXMwOZKPp-diMJsy75YncFknXgHI3HjFzriXijuzYB7qcpUZp963aX/s320/P6050074.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227264689672052370" border="0" /></a>hehe what he did was put his hands through the bars and pull in all the books he could get out of the bookcase at the end of his bed. Cheeky bugger.<br /><br />On the weekends we enjoy a leisurely breakfast where Alex adores his vegemite toast! Yummmm<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1TugYrdbabJ9ChV1GFVJacUHUjGnpNlK5fcZ_nIIqPsei0oeqDoRP_btXN2jSWrnGmLlXFAxsUdgxnk8WmcSX_Wbi5bpgQ4TM6sJ_0wvxIcZbxWS_PmdwvptMXmyldsfjpFE0/s1600-h/P6050075.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1TugYrdbabJ9ChV1GFVJacUHUjGnpNlK5fcZ_nIIqPsei0oeqDoRP_btXN2jSWrnGmLlXFAxsUdgxnk8WmcSX_Wbi5bpgQ4TM6sJ_0wvxIcZbxWS_PmdwvptMXmyldsfjpFE0/s320/P6050075.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227264701353001426" border="0" /></a>Hope you are all doing well - take care all.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0IYShCFnIdLdIx7IV7tE70qgBUl1F3vdQBgZMTCS64kx40OIGqfcxxDV6RG6yldHvcSeIY0esdr9svqIE9ZvwLXBeTNo1bZNJl9iHPSEUkjGx6v-KPau_YwBr5dLhCFF819sF/s1600-h/P6150090.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0IYShCFnIdLdIx7IV7tE70qgBUl1F3vdQBgZMTCS64kx40OIGqfcxxDV6RG6yldHvcSeIY0esdr9svqIE9ZvwLXBeTNo1bZNJl9iHPSEUkjGx6v-KPau_YwBr5dLhCFF819sF/s320/P6150090.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227264704816216994" border="0" /></a>Bugsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09858450584684501269noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7413934.post-57961186313209002902008-07-14T21:11:00.003+10:002008-07-14T21:17:08.388+10:00Alex's first big dayIt's not his first day of school but it is just as momentus for Mum. (oh and for Alex as well).<br /><br />Alex started Daycare today. I go back to work next week full time and Alex is going into a really nice daycare centre half way between home and my work. So to ease me (i mean Alex) into it, I started him this week at half days . <br /><br />Today was his very first day there.<br /><br />Alex coped really well.<br /><br />Mum didn't do so well.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYigJq_vMh2djuJG7ip09NSjzHX9UHBmMiDwR3MZdEqAHpH2Ap-cpBDlQPQGg5Qmuf58HJhGqdDMgntmwImht1-pAyt1e2sEj76xQzO6CtZCAmK6jtPA__KkrHzB-Rirn9EdJV/s1600-h/P7140005.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYigJq_vMh2djuJG7ip09NSjzHX9UHBmMiDwR3MZdEqAHpH2Ap-cpBDlQPQGg5Qmuf58HJhGqdDMgntmwImht1-pAyt1e2sEj76xQzO6CtZCAmK6jtPA__KkrHzB-Rirn9EdJV/s320/P7140005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222826455323399842" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Does it get easier?Bugsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09858450584684501269noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7413934.post-82790700392886798852008-07-14T20:57:00.002+10:002008-07-14T21:11:37.600+10:00my little lumberjackIt's cold in Melbourne - blooming, bone numbing, about to snow any second cold (okay so i am exaggerating a little as it has never, to my knowledge, snowed here), but it is still cold.<br /><br />So with much excitement we have started using the flannelette lumberjack shirts that Alex has. I love them. I love him wearing them. I think he looks like such a cute little man wearing his shirts. And as a bonus they keep him really warm.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5OP9YdRWRMU-HTjW1sRBxAlbgMK1Q_SzVeCye4zlODuCJKsbnmZmGq381GCUYuVhn8Go6VYUeMEKMISw4wyj6erzadYlyxgYZOtn5ppjBpufnaoNZsQu7T8wPbaPttLPYnqVj/s1600-h/P7120076.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5OP9YdRWRMU-HTjW1sRBxAlbgMK1Q_SzVeCye4zlODuCJKsbnmZmGq381GCUYuVhn8Go6VYUeMEKMISw4wyj6erzadYlyxgYZOtn5ppjBpufnaoNZsQu7T8wPbaPttLPYnqVj/s320/P7120076.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222824570843338290" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYm_lNhCWUsB_7oy-vxjSn_lGHH6dAGd3nVa2GscT6U58KGAH8pPXPIyJBlg54S809v1b1fC19LnqhV7wYvlZklCh2tjR0WVJnCkSEXOSboT9F1uKsP9_mjUYmHMYibgQ8xhNl/s1600-h/P7120079.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYm_lNhCWUsB_7oy-vxjSn_lGHH6dAGd3nVa2GscT6U58KGAH8pPXPIyJBlg54S809v1b1fC19LnqhV7wYvlZklCh2tjR0WVJnCkSEXOSboT9F1uKsP9_mjUYmHMYibgQ8xhNl/s320/P7120079.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222824576979588002" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrP4h14SUvA5eHXLYILezbtT7acvHJh7YFDsEIHDkdx7mqAG9hqclVvr4eBJaXubAzKa0zN7E39ka567BZ0uFmgs_kaa4c90d8LZCHVO-E1OifCuEtT_xSx2mo13v0ey7Lrtyc/s1600-h/P7120084a.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrP4h14SUvA5eHXLYILezbtT7acvHJh7YFDsEIHDkdx7mqAG9hqclVvr4eBJaXubAzKa0zN7E39ka567BZ0uFmgs_kaa4c90d8LZCHVO-E1OifCuEtT_xSx2mo13v0ey7Lrtyc/s320/P7120084a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222824579308399234" border="0" /></a>He is growing so fast. <br /><br />So very very fast.<br /><br />Do you think he has too many toys? The other day he grabbed a good deal of his toys out of his toybox and distributed them over the floor. Can you see Alex? He is the one in the top middle. lol Lost amongst his toys.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmYKyQKx5N9iPh7ZQRE35KJIutnTIB_jwgNXYkVAaKUtSERtdWJeX7vJpJBRc43ggq_CbeoqfFX9_20xvEnW69SX95E_jfiaeDzNtNFuyNKYUATCHodjAuh0ZueXOeLhXpfI7P/s1600-h/P7120098a.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmYKyQKx5N9iPh7ZQRE35KJIutnTIB_jwgNXYkVAaKUtSERtdWJeX7vJpJBRc43ggq_CbeoqfFX9_20xvEnW69SX95E_jfiaeDzNtNFuyNKYUATCHodjAuh0ZueXOeLhXpfI7P/s320/P7120098a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222824584884301602" border="0" /></a>Bugsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09858450584684501269noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7413934.post-83615729531736109072008-07-08T17:56:00.004+10:002008-07-08T18:15:06.399+10:00My turtleRemember when Alex was first born and we let him sleep in his bouncer? <br /><br />Just in case you forgot - here he is as a newborn in his bouncer:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7WAlafzQpEymtcsj4105Q07AIIk1djhu7TaKLtmCkjhAXN37kPuaZqnSlLNqsdEKZVHCSgc2EGJwbNpWG0b5JKanMTDDa8vC09b1nwEW9HTQN7GC0MFAazIJ-FtiiyUZJBEcd/s1600-h/AUT_7806.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7WAlafzQpEymtcsj4105Q07AIIk1djhu7TaKLtmCkjhAXN37kPuaZqnSlLNqsdEKZVHCSgc2EGJwbNpWG0b5JKanMTDDa8vC09b1nwEW9HTQN7GC0MFAazIJ-FtiiyUZJBEcd/s320/AUT_7806.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220552981786674066" border="0" /></a>Well almost 11 months later and he still uses the bouncer. He sleeps in it, drinks his milk in it and just lounges around sometimes sitting in it. Except now he can stand up in it. We still buckle him in for safety but now he just becomes our little turtle with his bouncer on his back:<br /><br /> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicffS9WC-IER8GSpaCsdw_JF6_hrde3J8O5l1WBTnDqrrmJGAzRWv7GZ62SHPC89PiPIL8Zsmu0qFuTUsid9-6bhRAq3TEPlplFKkWEXt7jX7yKtOnJGav9kN7S4Zrb91O5A5C/s1600-h/DSCF1933.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicffS9WC-IER8GSpaCsdw_JF6_hrde3J8O5l1WBTnDqrrmJGAzRWv7GZ62SHPC89PiPIL8Zsmu0qFuTUsid9-6bhRAq3TEPlplFKkWEXt7jX7yKtOnJGav9kN7S4Zrb91O5A5C/s320/DSCF1933.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220551915232826786" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1FgGcZFHeovF_wVNy-Vphif6LiqrHI-64hczMAk6XHpgfaJ7AGMr9w0YeWe-KFFHdVVWu87Xc9EUixSspGk3nrrnFtOqG67pCgkQYB8Ii1D38zTKkdab_6D0zJuasD4GDVgrV/s1600-h/DSCF1931.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1FgGcZFHeovF_wVNy-Vphif6LiqrHI-64hczMAk6XHpgfaJ7AGMr9w0YeWe-KFFHdVVWu87Xc9EUixSspGk3nrrnFtOqG67pCgkQYB8Ii1D38zTKkdab_6D0zJuasD4GDVgrV/s320/DSCF1931.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220551919902179138" border="0" /></a>Isn't he gorgeous? (ok I am not biased much - honest!) lol.: My little thinker:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1CfZzLRXFp_j6p_j8M_vKOcrafNLGMyLAvqM-OEgdDoAuUKwxNYJw_j0KxHcVKoIv9ogqoVfzqY2MmBjJ1Fraq_S42ni3tRzi8779qmvpV3nbuNH78A-ld3TouTL6QBefBwI6/s1600-h/DSCF1934.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1CfZzLRXFp_j6p_j8M_vKOcrafNLGMyLAvqM-OEgdDoAuUKwxNYJw_j0KxHcVKoIv9ogqoVfzqY2MmBjJ1Fraq_S42ni3tRzi8779qmvpV3nbuNH78A-ld3TouTL6QBefBwI6/s320/DSCF1934.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220551925300739250" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0zmnVUxuVSKJ_eX31BmrtbCOfyFPxp4b8_DwvBzc_ObKMbFd5XKWvn4COC-0e8dtcGcwZx0Fj53RzoafdS1gzeUWC6pKNxYCuMq4_nX79zS0e2AyHwdf7L1UKfnwJgxMN43eR/s1600-h/DSCF1937.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0zmnVUxuVSKJ_eX31BmrtbCOfyFPxp4b8_DwvBzc_ObKMbFd5XKWvn4COC-0e8dtcGcwZx0Fj53RzoafdS1gzeUWC6pKNxYCuMq4_nX79zS0e2AyHwdf7L1UKfnwJgxMN43eR/s320/DSCF1937.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220551933878427890" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Mummy loves you sweet pea. You are just amazing!Bugsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09858450584684501269noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7413934.post-7082494629046929742008-07-08T17:22:00.004+10:002008-07-08T17:56:38.986+10:00Let's be differentWe're home from our little holiday at my sisters. It was lovely even though it rained every day, the toilet was on the brink most of the time and there was hardly any water for a shower. Oh and first Alex and then I got sick. Still it was nice.<br /><br />My sister has a number of dogs. I have kinda lost count but I think there are six dogs that are their dogs, 1 that they were finding a home for and about 10 or so they were boarding at the time.<br /><br />While we were there, only the two smallest dogs were allowed in the house as the others were just too big and I was worried about them being with Alex. As it was, I even watched him carefully around the two little ones. <br /><br />The smallest pup is a 5 month old Cavalier king charles cross called "Smidge". Smidge was the runt of the litter and is sooo tiny. He is adorable though and both Alex and I fell in love with him. The feeling was mutual and Smidge never left Alex's side. He even scratched at our bedroom door to come in and sleep on the floor beside the cot. Unfortunately they wouldn't let us bring Smidge home with us, or he just might have come to stay! (Dan - you would LOVE Smidge)<br /><br />Here are some pictures of Alex with "his" puppy:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhubDSNwDybPFaoBQlQbV_-sg9EzXkwH_89GoWXv4x-eY0XMh-PApSLsJ2QZ-gGQOZ1W7YUiD5RTHEWW9MMxSx7Ez4HwxRanTCNwljw7GvgajawhK2J6efZQUAnTlBNdzz15XvC/s1600-h/P7010038a.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhubDSNwDybPFaoBQlQbV_-sg9EzXkwH_89GoWXv4x-eY0XMh-PApSLsJ2QZ-gGQOZ1W7YUiD5RTHEWW9MMxSx7Ez4HwxRanTCNwljw7GvgajawhK2J6efZQUAnTlBNdzz15XvC/s320/P7010038a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220541374839415490" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKFrBtCMxT7ed3yLyXE_SzGphxd46widCMzPvPniTLnbEEY6AqBGsQdVWO7ZDd8Ab84RYZ3f-MJh7vmNnXoVUz5xOgQYueTkf7wNIxlD9FCOGZIQSJ_348QGYXwElTEp4G3aBG/s1600-h/P7010039a.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKFrBtCMxT7ed3yLyXE_SzGphxd46widCMzPvPniTLnbEEY6AqBGsQdVWO7ZDd8Ab84RYZ3f-MJh7vmNnXoVUz5xOgQYueTkf7wNIxlD9FCOGZIQSJ_348QGYXwElTEp4G3aBG/s320/P7010039a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220541384229949986" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaPyIGSN39Xyv0UiwKJs-73cA-z1oK4wb1Lhf0ULUpaBiBQF4r5tKOzHMEv889Xlx3jJQlEacxOVMNgfVMtwgKk4Q5ITp-UkXfmSEbY6c9TqeeX-XLpu5PQFNqq7tcilGAXE90/s1600-h/P7010040a.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaPyIGSN39Xyv0UiwKJs-73cA-z1oK4wb1Lhf0ULUpaBiBQF4r5tKOzHMEv889Xlx3jJQlEacxOVMNgfVMtwgKk4Q5ITp-UkXfmSEbY6c9TqeeX-XLpu5PQFNqq7tcilGAXE90/s320/P7010040a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220541392510933666" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWsHtLClDG_I2AR6JHXGe0n_bzciYW7mEictxkowOo-FP7TLEk8t7tu-X2Hr_dvUjoAuFjEazy5vy2LDoXM6W2PXi_Nt_1rVMxLLDsVfD_CHVsQ2Pu44ylTTk5sf4kScChiVrv/s1600-h/P7010041a.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWsHtLClDG_I2AR6JHXGe0n_bzciYW7mEictxkowOo-FP7TLEk8t7tu-X2Hr_dvUjoAuFjEazy5vy2LDoXM6W2PXi_Nt_1rVMxLLDsVfD_CHVsQ2Pu44ylTTk5sf4kScChiVrv/s320/P7010041a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220541394845839570" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQf61iWgqT-s2kPydhVFzjOHjA1JQgIjNmNCbhNgARbMHJ1Wg65JL2Bhix2_iLc4NCaLAa1GYZLGMypH3zHeLNojt4F9zM9wOXFCY1wyANHJMfNtlQw-KIhgqhXBHeb9o-ZSnR/s1600-h/P7010049a.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQf61iWgqT-s2kPydhVFzjOHjA1JQgIjNmNCbhNgARbMHJ1Wg65JL2Bhix2_iLc4NCaLAa1GYZLGMypH3zHeLNojt4F9zM9wOXFCY1wyANHJMfNtlQw-KIhgqhXBHeb9o-ZSnR/s320/P7010049a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220541402020304114" border="0" /></a>But as I said - we both got sick. 3 days before we went to my sisters we went and played at a play centre. Alex had a ball there but we apparently left with more than we came with. The day before we went on holidays Alex had a fever and was crying all day. <br /><br />We went to our friend Jobie's baby shower (which was awesome by the way), thinking that Alex just was teething. He got worse there and cried all day. I struggled to get food or even milk or water into him. He seemed to be okay that night so next morning we packed the car and left.<br /><br />He cried all that day and hardly ate or drank - but we also noticed he started to develop blisters on his hands. I thought it was just part of teething - seeing as his hands are constantly in his mouth. I thought the constant wetness was just giving him a bit of a rash. <br /><br />The next day he was slightly better and started eating and drinking more. We thought he was settling in better. Each day he got better and better. <br /><br />But then I got the worse sore throat. Then aches, pains and hot/cold shivers. I thought i was getting a cold. Until I started getting blisters on my hands. <br /><br />Alex and I both ended up getting blisters on our hands, feet and in our mouths. Dr Google suggested we had hand-foot-mouth disease. We fitted the profile exactly.<br /><br />So off to the doctors we went - Confirmed diagnosis as suspected. The doc was amazed as apparently it is quite rare to see it, and she said it rarely occurs in adults. Go figure!<br /><br />She assured me we would both be okay and that our dear friend Jobie would not be at risk (which I was worried about as she is 38 weeks pregnant).<br /><br />Alex is almost over it now and I am still struggling through it (i seemed to cop it worse than Alex did).<br /><br />Here is a picture of his hand when it had the blisters:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhD-0BhmB7WM79aW1bETbsjafnXnsb8KWIu53kp4H4HLaHasMXz45ifrGW9SAcQeq6GveCt1o_HEGXogzIlF59znQnPsM2WzbdBOIhBFdNY-o4XktZPG1Tj-Ns0x8Qh6CRE09r3/s1600-h/alexblisters.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhD-0BhmB7WM79aW1bETbsjafnXnsb8KWIu53kp4H4HLaHasMXz45ifrGW9SAcQeq6GveCt1o_HEGXogzIlF59znQnPsM2WzbdBOIhBFdNY-o4XktZPG1Tj-Ns0x8Qh6CRE09r3/s320/alexblisters.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220543488153086850" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Back with another pic that i just have to share cause it is so cute.Bugsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09858450584684501269noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7413934.post-26436162475412747052008-06-28T10:11:00.005+10:002008-06-28T11:11:48.879+10:00One in a millionWe are still alive! Honest we are.<br /><br />We have spent the entire week at the shop, as Hubbs had a work experience girl there and we went to help out - it was good and she was a great kid, but it was very tiring.<br /><br />There have actually been a lot of reasons i haven't been blogging. I have issues that are pretty big for us at the moment, and it just didn't feel right blogging about them. Mostly they are money related - life isn't about money but it sure makes it hard when the money starts running low.<br /><br />I go back to work in about 3 weeks, so next week i am spending the entire week at my sisters in the country - yay! It will be great for Alex and I to get away for a bit before the mayhem of working full time hits us.<br /><br />I have also been deeply affected by the amount of news reports on parents hurting their babies. The twins that were found dead from malnutrition hit me hard. I found out their names and there are still pictures of them online (if you know where to look) - not pictures of them now of course, but pictures of them as newborns and up to 7 months old. They were happy, healthy and very loved. So what happened?<br /><br />That hasn't been the only case of neglect, murder or abuse lately - every night the news seems to have yet another case and it is damn depressing.<br /><br />Please i urge you - if you find yourself having thoughts you know are wrong; if you find yourself surprised that you smacked your child harder than you intended (or just surprised you smacked them at all); if you think there is nobody to talk to - nobody that can help, Please PLEASE speak out - contact someone - anyone. Contact everyone if you have to. Eventually someone is going to listen to you and then you won't be alone again. Please don't go through major things alone.<br /><br />Alex is doing wonderfully well. He is of course, looming up to 11 months of age (thanks Katt - i fixed the ticker). He is incredible. He now has 6 teeth. He occassionally says Dada but flatly refuses to say Mama. He is showing signs of independence already, happily playing with other kids at playgroup, without hardly a look back at Mum. He is crawling everywhere, pulling himself up to standing on everything and everyone, and yesterday he started letting go and standing on his own for a second or two (then he realised he wasn't holding on and grabbed for the closest thing to hold on to).<br /><br />My mother in law is yoyoing. She came out of hospital after 6 electroconvulsive therapy treatments a happy vibrant woman who immediately went on a shopping spree and increased her household from 2 cats and a dog to 3 cats, 2 dogs, 5 budgies, 4 canaries and a fish. We are really peeved about them getting the dog and the cat as it is seriously the last thing they need. The dog is a pup and not housetrained and is peeing everywhere and destroying everything - they are seriously too old to cope with him. He will never have any obedience training or anything. She then went and completely cancelled all the arrangements i had set up for them - the cleaner, the help with showering her husband, the meals being delivered - everything.<br /><br />We have been to visit her once and i won't be returning with my son. It was putrid. We couldn't put Alex on the floor at all. The house stunk of pee. It was disgusting. The best room was the loungeroom - and even that stunk to high heaven. She told me it was because she had "just sprinkled pine-aclean around" but it wasn't what the room smelt of i can assure you. We stayed 30 minutes and finally had to leave as we were all feeling sick. Instead of going there I have been meeting her at shopping centres or inviting her to our place. It is the only option.<br /><br />Anyhow, thank you Lesley, Net and Rachel for checking up on me. We are okay. Jac - i got his tigger outfit from Target.<br /><br />To finish off - some new pictures of my "one in a million" boy: (check out his top, the teeth and the smile! hehe)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsnw2s_r-8Z1QoRA7wTCHuAYUHUx2t_tnCq5q1Y7lhbe-WDEH4QnCCjahxT0tq5W4CbUWYLJRhzqbmqlgCmQ7IqzwFZ7eYgsWaMaVdwWZuvBwfkls3aYBezzAKgWnoSkKsfIaA/s1600-h/P6250112.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsnw2s_r-8Z1QoRA7wTCHuAYUHUx2t_tnCq5q1Y7lhbe-WDEH4QnCCjahxT0tq5W4CbUWYLJRhzqbmqlgCmQ7IqzwFZ7eYgsWaMaVdwWZuvBwfkls3aYBezzAKgWnoSkKsfIaA/s320/P6250112.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216720628906380898" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvOMISGHHNNF-YdJf48TP374KkbVyX325gKTpjnMqg1mL11pgOZz6NWlPWP7oHN2YffkSNC8vvr6RDPp40eHem4CAEA_sp0-yeRhYmNlKVaK0j5kotYjg4zxYQ18njtTB3Lvj2/s1600-h/P6250114.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvOMISGHHNNF-YdJf48TP374KkbVyX325gKTpjnMqg1mL11pgOZz6NWlPWP7oHN2YffkSNC8vvr6RDPp40eHem4CAEA_sp0-yeRhYmNlKVaK0j5kotYjg4zxYQ18njtTB3Lvj2/s320/P6250114.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216720636186929858" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhh1l3uAEaPWDTst7W7fTyf0bk7r61dJZ9mFZyDshvHrnuCOJWtLWfRBxuBDoClKD_vedPNWgb00r3DhbwXVQspkzgHypZRphrYFe-otZ35x6CZoNxSuChZcFo8oGifQnZz44se/s1600-h/P6250115.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhh1l3uAEaPWDTst7W7fTyf0bk7r61dJZ9mFZyDshvHrnuCOJWtLWfRBxuBDoClKD_vedPNWgb00r3DhbwXVQspkzgHypZRphrYFe-otZ35x6CZoNxSuChZcFo8oGifQnZz44se/s320/P6250115.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216720638734859938" border="0" /></a>Bugsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09858450584684501269noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7413934.post-86482694298120410532008-06-06T11:50:00.005+10:002008-06-06T13:02:07.517+10:00There was a Tigger in my house....He wasn't always a happy Tigger:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhR0MhkyhVMnk4M5TlZrGBzABXf7Mkav4TmjF0Kf3n9efurznGTaSBI54eEecoyeGvW_VEkWRNW51ZW_4yYGVp7xL-3O8XOmhr1KsSForUKK09TwzqnAXozbgvqZera55FWhaH2/s1600-h/P5250011.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhR0MhkyhVMnk4M5TlZrGBzABXf7Mkav4TmjF0Kf3n9efurznGTaSBI54eEecoyeGvW_VEkWRNW51ZW_4yYGVp7xL-3O8XOmhr1KsSForUKK09TwzqnAXozbgvqZera55FWhaH2/s320/P5250011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208595752337849634" border="0" /></a><br />But he tried to remain happy and played in his forest of toys:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimOXynpmnYpORGOJ0ZLBCXKqovyzC6nZgnEtC3sRZUeNsGFm6HtS5nAeREDXhqt9m5pX29XGKR6qOaJc-N7EeoCqhkAqLKhEg12CMXS6MUknwxp_hK0mDoXAHq_9WYbLRO1dMN/s1600-h/P5250012.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimOXynpmnYpORGOJ0ZLBCXKqovyzC6nZgnEtC3sRZUeNsGFm6HtS5nAeREDXhqt9m5pX29XGKR6qOaJc-N7EeoCqhkAqLKhEg12CMXS6MUknwxp_hK0mDoXAHq_9WYbLRO1dMN/s320/P5250012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208595778784727970" border="0" /></a><br />He crept through the toy jungle (growl, growl):<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaetVMIDbEwmloE8V6is1ChvAHQQVFDZXypJtxVk7h45KzMNrm3oscOWQIZxF7If51jnerivCqElow3JilUmiD2cxs30ln1h4O8EoIJFiI01gJczpPNmR1uiqUIvxJe4lKZSI-/s1600-h/P5250013.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaetVMIDbEwmloE8V6is1ChvAHQQVFDZXypJtxVk7h45KzMNrm3oscOWQIZxF7If51jnerivCqElow3JilUmiD2cxs30ln1h4O8EoIJFiI01gJczpPNmR1uiqUIvxJe4lKZSI-/s320/P5250013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208595808610557954" border="0" /></a><br />And tried blending into the trees as he stalked his prey...:<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7WQ2pKvR_BMy_ppBEF8lelKW-h6PR8w7Tu9Lj_SDRRr9m4dO_esnfPX8AilcnNN7fUcSolOcuvIVg-RDCoGX1MGhfGNSCfvCmuyxjlRRnU3GqAqmD1ur89ix3Z0-4Hy-C0ypd/s1600-h/P5250016.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7WQ2pKvR_BMy_ppBEF8lelKW-h6PR8w7Tu9Lj_SDRRr9m4dO_esnfPX8AilcnNN7fUcSolOcuvIVg-RDCoGX1MGhfGNSCfvCmuyxjlRRnU3GqAqmD1ur89ix3Z0-4Hy-C0ypd/s320/P5250016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208595823379218210" border="0" /></a><br />Sometimes he just sat very very still:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixptnRibUi4Baak7mQ__-41DA8MECsw4RHuDa9_q1mYhKllPd90TYtqA4BgGnpfRSq69MrqUzU6XVX8vepm7oMysbpC67DfTkjU4MBIXxY4bSOaJyANu8rgapgmhnGM1GqNbzk/s1600-h/P5250019.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixptnRibUi4Baak7mQ__-41DA8MECsw4RHuDa9_q1mYhKllPd90TYtqA4BgGnpfRSq69MrqUzU6XVX8vepm7oMysbpC67DfTkjU4MBIXxY4bSOaJyANu8rgapgmhnGM1GqNbzk/s320/P5250019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208595844569108898" border="0" /></a><br />And sometimes he made quite a racket:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjb3wBHV1eFp07mIEMrwUMVAkt8cxRkdXBD0qQig4NSiOvmKLPe6ZABd5oIXdLmeqj0IHPUeuSXPl1Ch1rhf-P36RoFb3zVdDnEo7Wx_coWMp4N1VGukwbRTutgapAe1oKEMbYt/s1600-h/P5250020.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjb3wBHV1eFp07mIEMrwUMVAkt8cxRkdXBD0qQig4NSiOvmKLPe6ZABd5oIXdLmeqj0IHPUeuSXPl1Ch1rhf-P36RoFb3zVdDnEo7Wx_coWMp4N1VGukwbRTutgapAe1oKEMbYt/s320/P5250020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208585592058571890" border="0" /></a>Tiggers love creeping through the jungle:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKqeN0bQTcFxef0mW1hWyp9MWlksMqobkMUrJutiX7jLWnOhidH2rnGqu8Oi___wvp1NAI6jQPkX4bEhoUPgDGP5oKZFjCzDfk_6dsDmlYoVZ3ckayHQYd12FcE4ebd1fYeAQp/s1600-h/P5250021.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKqeN0bQTcFxef0mW1hWyp9MWlksMqobkMUrJutiX7jLWnOhidH2rnGqu8Oi___wvp1NAI6jQPkX4bEhoUPgDGP5oKZFjCzDfk_6dsDmlYoVZ3ckayHQYd12FcE4ebd1fYeAQp/s320/P5250021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208585609800655042" border="0" /></a><br />But they are not sure they like close ups:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFxiGfy7PBKxk9sbG0-GxHzMPeYcz7Di6haKRdHqEAcMaqfwHDAaaW15zWqT8xU6Y1YQNEXcDmZRy9F2n73cf_ClF2WQ_rnC_iYby9LKV_R6hDDETRUzcdu2PBjJ6S5u_AZ6Y0/s1600-h/P5250024.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFxiGfy7PBKxk9sbG0-GxHzMPeYcz7Di6haKRdHqEAcMaqfwHDAaaW15zWqT8xU6Y1YQNEXcDmZRy9F2n73cf_ClF2WQ_rnC_iYby9LKV_R6hDDETRUzcdu2PBjJ6S5u_AZ6Y0/s320/P5250024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208585619010868530" border="0" /></a>Can you see the Tigger? He is hiding:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJ7FmN6XVAAVgwpZkiv7dE145bIZm0zyIa8zT1p1nwGrJ06c6tYa8_X0HHjR9BrslUakVYWXJV5x_sDUHFHkl7WTHa364Sae5fpN2zI8RO70r3Dd8bn_cxXnCmZT0c8uad666t/s1600-h/P5250009.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJ7FmN6XVAAVgwpZkiv7dE145bIZm0zyIa8zT1p1nwGrJ06c6tYa8_X0HHjR9BrslUakVYWXJV5x_sDUHFHkl7WTHa364Sae5fpN2zI8RO70r3Dd8bn_cxXnCmZT0c8uad666t/s320/P5250009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208585625254454802" border="0" /></a><br />Caught you! This Tigger has been well and truly spotted (or is that striped?):<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMwfQjeMd-TRFOcqe2J3PFx1Sb1LKemrnOO44ESIQ-Rpd0ckC8mlNMOKqQAfDEkLTpV6Qq37SCUJ65pTfbtjvYD-N4bY85h-z49cW7CYT7MdyDcHWWyaaXS7UuAbECzK3Ad1JK/s1600-h/P5250010.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMwfQjeMd-TRFOcqe2J3PFx1Sb1LKemrnOO44ESIQ-Rpd0ckC8mlNMOKqQAfDEkLTpV6Qq37SCUJ65pTfbtjvYD-N4bY85h-z49cW7CYT7MdyDcHWWyaaXS7UuAbECzK3Ad1JK/s320/P5250010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208585631389080290" border="0" /></a>Bugsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09858450584684501269noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7413934.post-61601385045191687622008-05-31T14:15:00.004+10:002008-05-31T14:40:36.423+10:00Finally - an update on all things Bugsy Part 1Well - where do I begin?<br /><br />Let's start with Alex.<br /><br />So much has changed with my little Man . 1 week after getting his third tooth, the 4th broke though and 3 and 4 have come down soooo quickly they are nearly as big as 1 and 2 already!<br /><br />1 week ago today he decided to crawl ! (<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q77iZLEgg6E">see video</a>) Very tentative at first but he is getting faster by the day. The very next day he started pulling himself up on furniture. Yesterday he started taking steps around a table. Today he has figured out how to go to a sitting position to play with toys, then go back to crawling. Every day the changes are immense. How can he change so quickly on me?<br /><br />He is now eating really well, including being able to pick up and eat slices of banana, rice cakes and sultanas. He loves his food. The only stuff we have found that doesn't seem to agree with him is tomatoes. After eating one of the heinz variety meals he was unsettled for a couple of hours and then threw up absolutely everywhere. It was a complete change in bedding and a bath for bubba! When i looked at the jar it had 54% tomatoes. It doesn't surprise me as Hubbs is allergic to tomatoes. It will just have to be something i will have to look out for in the future.<br /><br />He totally surprised Hubbs this morning by getting one of his toys that has a string to pull the toy along with and pushing the toy back and pulling it forward with the string. 1 week ago he thought the string was just another great thing to chew on. <br /><br />MIL - My mother in law is out of hospital after finishing her 6th ECT (Electroconvulsive therapy) session. Despite initially being a little hostile ("why wouldn't i drive where ever i wanted?" (ummm cause for the last three months you have been scared of the car?)) she is now happy, bubbly and almost back to herself. I say "almost" because we have seen some behaviour in her that does have us worried. Behaviour that started when she started getting sick. For example she is back to spending big. She bought herself 8 different sets of expensive perfume gift sets - eight! She then spent another $55 to buy me an Oscar de la renta gift set (price was still on it when she gave it to me (i told her to keep it for my birthday)). She bought Alex a new sleeping bag and a cute pair of socks. She came to the shop and wanted to buy bird cages (2 of them) and 2 different fish tanks and it took Hubbs and i ages to talk her out of it. In the end Hubbs gave her a small bowl with a fish in it at cost, just to make her happy. We went for a walk to the fish and chip shop and we passed a newsagency and she bought a magazine that had an envelope on it that may or may not contain money (like 1 in 40,000 contain money and the rest say "sorry, you can enter the second chance draw"). 20 mins later she pops out of our shop again for a minute and she has gone to buy a second magazine (still no money).<br /><br />So we are still worried about her but hope she is on the road to recovery and the money spending settles down.<br /><br />I think that will do for a bit of an update for the moment as i have a migraine today and my brain does not want to think any further (this post took me two days to write - i kept saving it as a draft and coming back to it).<br /><br />Pictures of Alex (of course):<br />A very happy little boy sitting playing:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikCnXyNmZqWpapkxc7TJSqKvdRFDFXAY5BLoGiWnxtDiB9WnLCi4IQ9rNFwyIPZF4n007TgHFkK0HGNRofOVnoCVDjY-jCNF6fv2_qElT5nDQRgC0SXgxZdb5ZY_WVurAJbKQK/s1600-h/P5160004a.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikCnXyNmZqWpapkxc7TJSqKvdRFDFXAY5BLoGiWnxtDiB9WnLCi4IQ9rNFwyIPZF4n007TgHFkK0HGNRofOVnoCVDjY-jCNF6fv2_qElT5nDQRgC0SXgxZdb5ZY_WVurAJbKQK/s320/P5160004a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206391476035618050" border="0" /></a>A close up of my little man dribbling in his high chair:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyWfow4vELSSfPSUEgklaznxgz8M85VSyoPIDansyIVPnjuhKd-wgpF-prSeiPVYOpZNifdOp886b-V9IBJzMiCcV5bntBtn4CSzypu-ZPGsj_V5wuKH9yqlQVu10t4C2N_NOa/s1600-h/P5180014a.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyWfow4vELSSfPSUEgklaznxgz8M85VSyoPIDansyIVPnjuhKd-wgpF-prSeiPVYOpZNifdOp886b-V9IBJzMiCcV5bntBtn4CSzypu-ZPGsj_V5wuKH9yqlQVu10t4C2N_NOa/s320/P5180014a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206391493959478594" border="0" /></a>The picture of innocence : (haha as if).<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhS9TW0wjHF_n8YfqXO_WhlbeSxVtz96ApQXjDMLcFUyDhgIz8tMZZEYjC9VBRwqVWwHl8iFzUnz5YQqVEoDyqWDKgddci_q5ONlhi9Bza7-KZXysalwx7Z5LTAPkW-0jbJ-bQg/s1600-h/P5180015a.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhS9TW0wjHF_n8YfqXO_WhlbeSxVtz96ApQXjDMLcFUyDhgIz8tMZZEYjC9VBRwqVWwHl8iFzUnz5YQqVEoDyqWDKgddci_q5ONlhi9Bza7-KZXysalwx7Z5LTAPkW-0jbJ-bQg/s320/P5180015a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206391498868804706" border="0" /></a><br />Happy weekend to you all.Bugsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09858450584684501269noreply@blogger.com5