|Mark Ryden of course.|
After the hospital appointments, the start of some little baby kicks being felt over the past week or so, and making the booking for our next scan so we can find out if it's pink or blue at our house (we have a feeling, but definitely want to know for sure!) it's all starting to feel quite real. No cravings yet, apart from pancakes, but I can't really call those a craving, I can only call it "Wednesday".
We are already planning those first few sleepless weeks. Going to keep Rubes in daycare for 3 days a week while I am maternity leave, we are lucky to be in a community co-op which she loves, and has had the same carers and kids to play with for the last 18 months, so I think keeping her in her routine with that regular stimulation and time away from exhausted parents and a screaming newborn is a great thing. And if I can get over my maternal guilt for the first 8 weeks, we may see if we can do 4 days.
Speaking of maternal guilt... THINGS I NEVER THOUGHT I WOULD SUCCUMB TO AS A PARENT:
1. pre-made sauces
2. packet mix cakes
In order to explain that 1) DrMr is ridiculously cute in that he gets excited that he can add "cooking Thai" to his menu, which involves cutting up chicken, adding frozen vegies and a bottle of green curry thai sauce. I grew up thinking that premade meals were pretty much FROM THE DEVIL, but you know - we are busy working parents and thanks to them when we occasionally use them, we eat something other than toast or porridge.
2) DrMr actually prefers the taste of premade cakes to the ones I make. Probably mostly cause I make cakes he doesn't like (banana, carrot and a really odd-tasting zucchini one the other day). Rubes loves to bake (lick the bowl), so it's super east to get her involved.
Rubes meanwhile insists that men do not have a penis or testicles, they in fact carry their poos to their front, and obviously in their pants. DrMr is perturbed by the idea that his child believes he keeps poo in his pants all day. She refuses to hear otherwise. She was wearing a plastic gold beaded necklace around her tummy the other day, with a longer section hanging down in between her legs. "look Mummy! Look at my poos! Gold poos!".
That photo above illustrates one of the happiest days in Rubes life - the three of us got to ride on Thomas the Tank engine through our local shopping centre last weekend (yes, she is kissing him). As adults, people came up after the ride was over and actively mocked us after seeing us on it. People, people please - obviously you have no idea of how willing I am to humiliate myself.for the sake of entertaining my child.I LEARNED and regularly PERFORMED (with red blanket) the iggle piggle dance to entertain her.
Fortunately, now as a mature 2 year old who has grown out of her iggle piggle obsession and is instead fascinated by Charlie and Lola and all I have had to do now is learn how to make pink milk (our recipe : milk, strawberries, dash of pure maple syrup).