technonaturalist

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Tiny likes this song, he was fussing, I asked him if he’d like to listen to music, what would he like to listen tp, would he like to listen to Guns n Roses? And put this song on. He went into happy state.

Those cloth nappies can contain anything but major blowouts, and we had another one of them. I had Tiny sitting on my lap shortly after he woke up. He must have got that concentrated look on his face that he often gets when he’s about to do a massive poo but I missed it as I was trying to get through the last of the things I check each morning (deviantART), one of my online friends had gone a bit nuts, but she always does good work so I didn’t mind.

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It used to be that either I would have to feed Tiny to sleep or JJ or me (or anyone else really, Mum always seemed happy to do it but he’s ours etc ;) would have to carry him and cuddle him to sleep.

A couple of times he surprised us by falling asleep all by his cute little self.

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I think there’s an in built stress tester in babies that causes their parents concern (assuming the parent isn’t already overly a major worrywart). Tiny got up to his projectile vomitus tricks again. I gave him his morning feed in bed as per usual and after an hour or so he chucked it back up. We cleaned him up, changed his nappy and it was feeding time again. He drank again, wet his nappy and I took him to the bathroom and was in the process of changing his nappy when he projectile vomited against gravity. I exclaimed “Crap,” as he did so. Then “Crap!” as more followed in a slightly higher projectile, and finally major expletives as I pulled him out of the way of the third.

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“Kids grow up too fast”.

I’m more inclined to believe that kids grow up at a normal rate and that time is distorted by parents taking too long to get used to the phase of development the child is in until they’re well into it and starting to get out of it, or being too self centred at the wrong time.

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Nearly forgot it was a public holiday when we made our plans but kowren and I decided to trek to Freo anyway to see if we could find any place that had canvas or hessian sack or something similar backing. We are gong to cut up this quilt and quilt cover to make matching floor rugs for Tiny and her future child. The four of us (me, JJ, kowren and terrycat) had a fun long debate about homeschooling vs mainstream schooling as well. Their kid isn’t even born and ours is only 9 weeks or so. Yeesh :)

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Bleeding again. Not fun. Hope it goes away soon and is not my period coming back >_<

Last night was call the parents night - although JJ kinda forgot coz he was watching a movie. He usually calls first and then I’ll call coz Christmas Island is one hour behind Perth time.

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…there was me, my husband (justjoshin which I usually shorten to JJ or J), 5 cats (Sanguine, Graymalkin, Darkness, Ghost and Itti Bitti Kitti), a dog (Fenrir) and some number of fish (was 2 algae eaters and 3 goldfish but they’ve been breeding). For anyone who cares I’m 24 (was 23 when Tiny was born) and JJ is 26 turning 27 this year.