can someone explain what arms are!

I have been certified as having “out of control” arms. What does that mean though? What are arms? I wonder if they are the things that randomly wave around my head, i still haven't worked out where they come from but they freak me out. Sometimes they make me cry. I hear mum and Auntie Gen talking about the state of these arms (amongst other interesting things) and I attempt to make my face look wise and knowledgable but I still don’t get it. However, I know that the both of them have been laughing at my many faces and (ahem) bodily functions. It's not my fault Tapas flavoured milk doesn't agree with me. It’s not as if I can help myself. I don’t think mum would be happy if someone laughed every time all the wind in her tummy decide to escape through her bottom, would she? But what can I do? I am only five weeks old and have no say in anything, it seems.

In other news, I hope Auntie Gen’s hands are still hanging in there. She tried to rock me in the car on the way to church last night for a whole hour. Poor her. She didn’t seem very excited although I was! All that rocking reminded me of the time I was in mummy’s tummy when she was..... well i don't know doing what but all i know is that i like constant movement.

When we got home last night daddy came round and it seems that he now has a milk machine too. Its a little different to mummy's but the milk is just as good and less violent in its delivery. Daddy calls it a bottle. We got to hang out all night, it was nice. Daddy says that i smell so good. Mummy keeps telling us that smell is the strongest sense in relation to memories. Speaking of which i smell milk...... gotta run.

one month on the planet

mum and dad took me out to my favourite cafe for dinner last night. Corellis on
king st Newtown is where i drank Chai tea with mum while i was still in her tummy. Auntie Kate and Gen and mum's friend Marianne who was our doula for the birth all came to celebrate. And..... i got presents, a black bonds tee for when i want to look like a funky newtown chick and the little miss books. When i woke up this morning mummy read me little miss giggles.

Milk Machine Malfunction

So this morning everything is going fine, i wake up and alert mummy to the fact that i am ready to be fed, still all standard procedure. Then..... instead of having to approach the milk machine as i normally would it appears to have sprung a leak. Milk is shooting out randomly and i cop it in the eye instead of in the mouth. I hear mummy telling Auntie Gen later that this malfunction is known as major oversupply, mummy says she has enough milk for 1000 babies! I hope that doesn't mean i'll have to wait in line.

I've graduated

Well after baths in the laundry tub and baths in the kitchen sink it appears i have graduated last night i had a bath resting on mummy's knees it the real thing! the big tub. It actually seemed strangely familiar. Like i'd spent time there before.

the things we have to endure

So tomorrow i will be three weeks old. Gosh if i knew it was gonna be this much fun i would have had my appearance sooner. My schedule has been quite hectic, between eating, sleeping, creating laundry for mum to do and mastering this new skill that i am informed is called crying. Apparently there are different versions of it and each seems to illicit a different response. Dad says that sometimes a sound more like flipper the dolphin than a baby. Haven't worked out whether to be offended or pleased by that. I have met a lot of people since the hospital, i have some definite favourites but actually they have all been pretty cool. Will tell you more later but really need to get some zzzz's.