Charlotte Inara (aka boo boo)

2006-07-05T16:01:00.000+09:30

I love my auntie Heidi! She isn't like anyone else i love, she talks to me like i understand everything she tells me. I try to look real intelligent and smile a lot when she speaks to me about stuff like music so that she thinks i know exactly what she means. Mummy says I have an old soul.....?

flying lessons

2006-07-02T13:20:00.000+09:30

So after weeks of mummy saying 'flying lessons for the baby' I feel no closer to being able to fly. From the first time i saw those crazy looking people swimming in the pond at the park I wanted to be able to move like they do so when mummy started holding me above her head i tried to flap my arms like they do. I even have a green jumper now that looks a little like their skin. They seem to be a different shape to me though and when mummy throws bread to them they don't talk like us. I tried to ask them questions to find out more but they seemed a little hesitant to respond.

Due to popular demand

2006-06-12T17:28:00.000+09:30

I heard mummy talking to my Auntie Mandy on the phone the other night and she sounded worried that I hadn't written in so long. To tell you the truth I have been a little preoccupied with some new life challenges, apparently i no longer need a night feed - says who? I want union representation! Now that i have 'solids' i don't get milk at night....hmm....Solids there's a whole other topic. Apparently these smooth, yellow, orange and green substances are nutritional however i'm not sure what i'm supposed to do with them. I think that maybe they should be rubbed into the skin, i'm pretty sure they don't go in my mouth, they just taste wrong, plus nothing is better than a good milkshake.

Daddy says he'll help

2006-05-09T20:24:00.000+09:30

I've been laying low lately. They tell me that there are things called growth spurts and that is why sometimes i can't stop eating and i want to hang out with mummy heaps of the time (day and night). They make me feel quite random and a little fragile. At least mummy seems to understand and lets me hang out with her when i need to. Speaking of mummy i have had to enlist daddy's help this week, i've been watching TV and have discovered there is a day called mother's day. I thought every day was mother's day (i can't really imagine a day without her around) but apparently this Sunday is the one where we do something special together. Dad has some good ideas so i'm letting him sort it this year, i just don't feel like i could effectively book a resturant yet. Will let you know how it goes. I'm practicing not crying especially for Sunday!

Some small humans are born with them

2006-04-06T18:48:00.000+09:30

Well i haven't written in some time because i have been somewhat occupied. The last few weeks have been slightly hard work. First there was the wind issue and by that i'm not talking about the autumn breeze. I don't know what brought it on but it was nasty, some nights i'd wake up farting and it wasn't fun. And just when i thought that life was back to smooth sailing my mouth started to hurt and Karen the midwife told mummy i am teething. Mum told her i was too young but Karen says that some small humans are born with teeth and that i could get some any time. I'm not sure exactly what these teeth things are but they can't be good news if they hurt so much already.

2006-03-25T11:42:00.000+10:30

I think i'm really getting the hang of this thing that people call being alive. Things just seem to be getting more and more entertaining. I have discovered that the things that flap around my face are actually attached to me and while i can't always control what they do i quite enjoy looking at them now and holding the end bits together. Mummy keeps telling people that i have found my hands. They taste pretty good too. I have also realised that if i try really hard i can get from one end of my cot (or any other flat surface) to the other. Mummy says its lucky she always watches me when i lie on her bed or else i would have ended up on the floor. Moving about is really fun but pretty tiring. I find typing pretty exhausting too.

Working on it! ..... i promise

2006-03-09T12:51:00.000+10:30

now i'd just like to clarify my position on the whole crying issue. it really does appear that people think i enjoy crying! How much do you enjoying crying uncontrollably? Ok so sometimes i start to make sure mamma and dad know what i need but then it just takes over and i can't be held responsible from there in.

The other point i'd like to address is the whole not sleeping through the night thing. mum, dad, Auntie Gen i really am doing my darndest to go eight hours before my rumbling tummy drags me from my pleasant dreams and causes the above mentioned uncontrobale tears. So stay with me guys i am working on it.

Mummy says its called smiling

2006-03-01T19:21:00.000+10:30

Mummy says its called smiling, whatever it's called it's quite bizzare. Sometimes something will happen and i find the corners of my mouths elongating and all the muscles in my face feeling quite lovely. It usually happens around people like Auntie Gen, Lola Elsie, Mum and Dad. I can't quite understand why Mummy always tries to make it happen when there are other people around. However as much as i am enjoying this new found expression I continue to find crying extremely effective for reminding people that i'm around. Smiling only has limited benefits it seems. The other strange phenomena today occured in Sydeny Park. Inside my house i was feeling quite cozy but once my pram was outside I felt suddenly alert and mummy said I shivered so she covered me with my soft yellow blanket and i felt ok again apparently Autumn will be visiting soon. I wander if autumn is one of Auntie Gen's or mummy's friends they both say they like her......

can someone explain what arms are!

2006-02-17T18:44:00.000+10:30

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

2006-02-14T18:39:00.000+10:30

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

2006-02-05T20:52:00.000+10:30

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

2006-02-04T12:15:00.000+10:30

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

2006-02-02T22:44:00.000+10:30

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.