Your first two word sentence. Spoken upon entering the bathroom. Er, a literal description of the scene before you ... "Dad poo".
Succulent and fleurs Valentines gifts.
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Unforgettable #6
Friday, February 18, 2011
Dear Olive,
Your first two word sentence. Spoken upon entering the bathroom. Er, a literal description of the scene before you ... "Dad poo".
Succulent and fleurs Valentines gifts.
Your first two word sentence. Spoken upon entering the bathroom. Er, a literal description of the scene before you ... "Dad poo".
Succulent and fleurs Valentines gifts.
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The Big Bite
Sunday, September 12, 2010
Dear Olive,
OK, so I may have been a little over zealous with my enthusiasm about how great I was feeling yesterday. Or maybe I actually was feeling that great. Today, however, I do not feel that great. I'm tired. I'm just bloody tired, all the bloody time! I know your Dadda is sick of hearing about it - I'm sick of complaining about it, but it's just completely overwhelming. I hate that one of the most overriding experiences from this whole first year of having you is how desperately tired I am. But we have another issue going on right now. You've been biting my nipple when I'm feeding you. Hard. It is so so so so painful, I cannot tell you. You've drawn blood twice and on the bite side now it's excruciating to feed you. I've been expressing and giving you the milk from that side in a bottle because I'm scared of re-bites. And I'm stressed because I know not as much comes out when I express so now you're getting less milk. I'm not too sure what I should do, I've tried doing what the "experts" recommend to no avail so far. On top of this, I had a fight with your Dadda (over nothing much in particular except I'm probably crazy because I'm tired) and now he's gone away for the night to play a show in Brisbane.
On the upside, we had yum cha this morning with Hayes, Sarah, Anika, Jimi and Roxy. Yum cha makes everything seem a bit better. You really love and respond to your aunts and uncles and cousin, it makes me so happy. Thank goodness for family! I bought a bunch of colourful, happy flowers to cheer myself up too. I think it worked.
OK, so I may have been a little over zealous with my enthusiasm about how great I was feeling yesterday. Or maybe I actually was feeling that great. Today, however, I do not feel that great. I'm tired. I'm just bloody tired, all the bloody time! I know your Dadda is sick of hearing about it - I'm sick of complaining about it, but it's just completely overwhelming. I hate that one of the most overriding experiences from this whole first year of having you is how desperately tired I am. But we have another issue going on right now. You've been biting my nipple when I'm feeding you. Hard. It is so so so so painful, I cannot tell you. You've drawn blood twice and on the bite side now it's excruciating to feed you. I've been expressing and giving you the milk from that side in a bottle because I'm scared of re-bites. And I'm stressed because I know not as much comes out when I express so now you're getting less milk. I'm not too sure what I should do, I've tried doing what the "experts" recommend to no avail so far. On top of this, I had a fight with your Dadda (over nothing much in particular except I'm probably crazy because I'm tired) and now he's gone away for the night to play a show in Brisbane.
On the upside, we had yum cha this morning with Hayes, Sarah, Anika, Jimi and Roxy. Yum cha makes everything seem a bit better. You really love and respond to your aunts and uncles and cousin, it makes me so happy. Thank goodness for family! I bought a bunch of colourful, happy flowers to cheer myself up too. I think it worked.
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A Bunch of Roses
Monday, August 9, 2010
Dear Olive,
We both have colds. We are both very snotty. We are both feeling very sorry for ourselves. You positively hate me wiping your nose with a tissue. Much better to self-wipe on my shoulder instead.
Shane brought us a bunch of roses to cheer us up. (Or perhaps someone was feeling guilty about his new pair of shoes and thought they should compensate me??)
Whichever the reason, thanks Shane.
We both have colds. We are both very snotty. We are both feeling very sorry for ourselves. You positively hate me wiping your nose with a tissue. Much better to self-wipe on my shoulder instead.
Shane brought us a bunch of roses to cheer us up. (Or perhaps someone was feeling guilty about his new pair of shoes and thought they should compensate me??)
Whichever the reason, thanks Shane.
