This is one of the few days were the photo of the day was literally the only photo I took that day. I normally take quite a lot and pick my favourite – today there was only one of miss Peach. Right after I snapped this she burst into tears. It feels like we’ve been seeing Jess and Dana every weekend for the last few weeks (and probably because we have!). Priya’s love for Dana has not diminished and when she woke from her nap grumpy and restless, only Dana could soothe her tears. When I tried to cuddle her she moaned “NOOOOOOOO mama!, Daaaaanaaaaaaaaaaa”.
Yep, charming, I know! I tried to reason with myself that I should pick this way cuter photo for today’s picture but my commitment to document the year properly could not be fulfilled without a vomit photo from Theo. Why is that you may ask? Well, that is because my otherwise perfect son, is the vomit king. I tell you, he has inopportune timing down to a fine art.
“What this? My mamas cleavage?” – VOMIT
“What’s this? Dinner mama is making?” – VOMIT
“What’s this? A new outfit?” VOMIT!
I swear to you, he is doing it on purpose. To add to the insult, he still tries to smile and be completely adorable while decorating our couch in pre-ingested breastmilk.
P.S sorry about the blurry pic, it was low light and this wasn’t one I could just take again!
I’ve been pumping milk for a friend’s baby and Priya is rather intrigued by the whole process. If you’ve ever pumped before you would know how valuable that ‘liquid gold’ is so you can imagine how frustrating it is when a little someone loves to run up and try remove the flange from my breast and starts spilling milk! Eary this morning after I’d finished pumping and bagged the milk, Peach declared “my go!” and attempted her very best to get some milk out, it was very sweet. I explained to Peach that she didn’t have any milks (or breasts!) but she was adamant that she did. After realising no milk would come out, she picked up her doll to breastfeed instead. Like Peach, I too find the milk going straight into the babies mouth a heck of a lot easier!
Today my adopted sister Sarah returned from her 6 months living in Indonesia. We had missed her terribly and Theo had not met his aunty Sarah! When Sarah left for Bali only 2 weeks before Theo’s due date, I was pretty sad she wouldn’t be around to meet our baby. In fact, I may or may not have cried and tried to lay on the guilt (yep, I am a jerk like that). Plus, you know, when you’re heading overseas to do aid work in a developing nation, you should totally feel guilty about leaving your friends. Perhaps the guilt tripping worked, or perhaps Sarah was actually just as keen to meet her first nephew as I was to show him off because we were her first port of call back home in Australia. We picked her up this morning from Brisbane Airport and had her all to ourselves for the afternoon. Theo wasn’t his normal happy self (he’s been a little off for the last 3 days) but he was still well enough to charm his way into her arms.