Ouch Eina

Six weeks means the first inoculations on that special card I have. Dad and sis Kayleigh took a chance and presented themselves (and me) at the local state clinic in Westville. When they handed Dad waiting ticket No 82 he thought “here we go” but we were soon ushered past all the sick people to the new baby section where they were only two of us. After a short wait a nurse gave me the once over before squirting some stuff in my mouth. I hit the 4 kg mark on the scale and then it was time for the real reason of our visit. Squeamish Dad had to hold my legs and arms while the same kind nurse turned into the Gestapo. Not one but four needles were stuck in my legs. As the first one went in the pain was so horrific that I lost my breath trying to scream. After a few seconds I let rip and by then the next three needles were poking into my tender little thighs. Thanks goodness I will have no conscious memory of this in years to come. As soon as he could Dad gathered me up and held me close and I settled down. In four weeks we return for more of the same. Bummer.

Smoke and Mirrors

Today the powers that be decided that I was to be baptised. They dressed me in a cute white baptisim dress that was bought by granny Elaine's niece. There was a long service in St Pauls Church before Dad carried me to the font and Rev Alvin Sigamoney (another relative) poured some holy water over my forehead. All this is on video as I cannot vouch for any of it. I simply slept through the whole episode. I would however like to thank all those that attended. Oh yes I also gained another three “godmothers. viz Marcelle Robbins (Dads sister) Lorna Charles (Moms best friend) and Natalie Sigamoney whose hubbie  Martin is really not too shabby on the ivories and played the church pipe organ for me. Oh yes nearly left out the "godfather" who of course is my Uncle... Mark Sigamoney.

Papoose

Kangaroos know a thing or two about closeness and stuff. I love manipulating my Dad to carry me around on his morning shift in this papoose. Within minutes of him hooking me up, so to speak, I drift off. He even manages to do boring housework stuff like vacuuming etc. Just when he thinks it is safe to put me back in my crib I let rip with some wails and its back into the papoose again. I just love the morning shift. Now when are we going to hit that new beachfront on the bicycle?

Mom

The most important person in my life has not been mentioned much so far. My Mom..Sometimes I wonder if she did not give her life so that I could live. I know it sounds dramatic but until Dad gets the autopsy results it is looking more and more that way.
Mom liked to go by the name of "Wildflower" she often used it as a password for various applications. So when Dad spotted this wild Cosmos growing on the side of the road on the way to Splashy Fen he screeched to a halt and got Mom to pose with her favourite subject.
I just know Dad will put together all the photos and videos he has on Mom so that one day when  I am big enough I will learn to love and know her as all those that knew her did. We will never forget you Wildflower…

“Two birds with one stone”

OK I know it’s two days in a row now but I just had to show you this nifty sleeping place I discovered. Pretty comfy for me and allows Dad to do some computer stuff at the same time. For some reason when he does the morning shift with me I refuse to sleep when put down. As soon as he holds me I doze off and when he puts me in the crib I wail until he picks me up again..and so it goes. This way we both get to do what we want.

4 Weeks and growing

Every two weeks I get to go out. Not far mind you , just to the local chemist to use his baby scale. I weighed in at 3.5kgs today which is almost  two blocks of butter more than last time.So a steady rate of about 200g per week. This means Dad can now carry me in the “papoose” which has strict instructions for a min weight of 3.5kgs. Of course in his excitement he forgot to bring his camera and anyway I slept through the whole weighing thing while the staff oohed and aahed . When we got back Dad took this shot of my foot complete with his dirty fingernails. Not too sure how it represents being weighed but it will have to do.

Seeing eye to eye

What can i say. Cheryl is my half sisters mom so I guess we are related. Anyhow she has stepped into the breech so to say and somehow between work and with all the other family members we manage.  We have a lot of fun except in the wee hours of the morning when anyone would be grumpy except our cat and bunny who love the midnight hours. I am hoping to sleep a little longer through the night as I grow a little more. Tomorrow is another milestone as I hit the four week mark so we are off to the weigh scale to see how much of that fatty stuff I have added to my girth. Will report back soonest.