Wednesday, December 5, 2012

The Paranoid Parent

About a month ago Daisy started to cough a wee bit.  Hack hack.  Hack hack.
No biggie I thought, no reason to get stressed.  Probably just caused by extra saliva since she's teething and it'll be catching in her throat.  All good.  Nothing to worry about here.  Let's not get paranoid Kellie.

And so I didn't.  Well, I tried my best.

You see I'm not a fan of being paranoid about every little thing when it comes to child raring.  The Plunket brochure said puree but I went with chunky mash and Daisy preferred it.  Didn't choke.  Didn't freak out.

I didn't have her in woollen hats and socks from day dot and she came out of the newborn stage fine.

I don't use eco friendly laundry powder (have you seen the price of it!?!?) and her skin isn't ravaged by redness.

And the only time she wears organic cotton is when someone else buys it for her.

I'm just not that paranoid that every little thing has to be perfect or she'll die.  But then there was that cough ... hack hack, hack hack hack.

Fast forward to the day before yesterday and that cough intensified a little.  Hack hack hack hack hack. It's time to call Plunketline.  They put me onto Healthline.  Who advise a trip to the doctor within the next three days.

Paranoia strikes.  What if she's dying?  What if her lungs aren't right?  I'm the worst mother ever!!  Damn my lackadaisical parenting!

The Doctor:  Her tonsils are slightly inflamed she may have had a touch of tonsillitis.  Keep breastfeeding as long as you can.

Me to Doctor:  Damn right I'll keep breastfeeding as long as I can, it's great for my weight!

So what did I learn from all this?  Well I guess there's being a paranoid parent.  Then there's being a parent who knows when to be paranoid.

What's that Mummy?  You DON'T wash my clothes in eco-friendly powder?  You mean cow!

Saturday, November 3, 2012

Hi Baby!

When my wee girl was a few weeks old she used to laugh in her sleep.  Big happy hearty laughs.  It used to wake me up and give me a 'what the?' moment as she never ever laughed out loud while she was awake.  And although I was sure I was hearing what I was hearing, I didn't really believe she could laugh in her sleep until one day she'd fallen asleep on my knee then suddenly grinned and giggled her wee sleeping head off.

Then last night I woke up to hear this loud "Hi!!!!" coming from the bassinet beside me.

"Hi!!!!"  Clear as a bell.  Not a 'iiiii', there was an 'h' preceding the 'iiiii!!!'.

What the????

I went back to sleep and woke up quite sure it must've been a dream.  (I've often gotten up in the middle of the night to answer the door dead sure someone had knocked on it only to find the stoop empty, so imagining dream stuff is real is not unusual for me.)

Anyway later this afternoon my husband mentioned he'd woken up to hear Daisy saying "Hi!!!!".

I wasn't dreaming!

The wee dot (four months and one week old) spoke in her sleep!

So now I have a theory that babies dream about doing stuff the way we dream about doing stuff.  You know, like how I once dreamt about flying superman style. Which gave me a rude awakening when I punched my fist into the wall as I shot forward in my dream.  I didn't break the wall.  Or my fist.

I guess what I'm trying to get at (in my long winded completely unscientific way) is that Daisy was dreaming about saying "Hi!" to us and actually said it out loud in her sleep.  And that babies use dreams to get ready to say and do stuff for real before that really do say and do stuff for real in the real middle-of-the-day world.  (Most convoluted hypothesis ever.)

This theory is based on two things a baby has done, but there are millions of test subjects out there and I can't help but wonder if any other mums have had that same kind of experience with their wee ones ...

Friday, September 14, 2012

No Internet? No worries.

I've just spent 24 hours without the interwebs to keep me company.

I was left with very idle hands so I thought 'I know, I'll bake bread!'

Problem.  My no fail bread recipe is saved in my favourites on my web browser which requires the internet for me to see it.

Solution.  I'll wing it!!!

So I got down to business doing my best remembering to make a loaf of bread.  As I had time to ponder I pondered about how much fun it was watching the yeast do it's thing ...

Little yeasty bubbles ...

Grow ...

 And grow some more ...

Til they're all puffy and floopy and ready to be mixed with flour and made into dough.

Now usually I'm a big fan of kneading my own dough but I decided it was time to test out the hook on 'the beast'.  Look at this photo - all menacing like and beasty!!

Now look at it knead!!

And knead!!

Knead my pretty!!!

Then after a goodly amount of rising and then baking in the oven this came out ....

And it tasted mighty fine ...

PS.  No internet no worries?  Pfft.  I was a wreck!

Monday, August 27, 2012

I Am In Love

I am in love ... and for once this is not a blog post about my daughter (mostly).

It's about THIS:

The Breville Planetary Mixer BEM800.  My MacDaddy (if I chose to ignore the KitchenAid mixer, which I do, but only because I can't afford one of those) Mixer.

It arrived today after I bought it off TradeMe for an exceptionally good price - nearly half of the usual retail price.  Happy days.

It's so beautiful.  So shiny.  So solid.  I'm completely in love.  And I feel about the Breville mixer much how I felt about my daughter when she first arrived.  I'm afraid to touch it in case I break it.

So for three hours now it has sat on my kitchen bench waiting for me to use it.  And I'm terrified.  I want to bake a cake but I'm paralysed to do so.  A loaf would be lovely but I can't seem to make my hands move the mixer to the electrical outlet.

And so it sits and waits.  Like a starving child on a Worldvision advert.

At least it has a nice view.

Sunday, August 26, 2012

The Art of Waking Up

When was the last time you really enjoyed waking up?

I don't know about you but until recently the moment my alarm went off I was a) out of bed and in the shower in a blink of an eye all geared up to do whatever had to be done that day whether it be work/housework/visiting/shopping ... or I would b) hit the alarm's snooze button the second it went off then spend the next 10 minutes semi sleeping while dreading the inevitable return of the beep beep beep.

Either way it wasn't a very satisfying way to wake up.

Then came along Miss Daisy and she taught me how to enjoy waking up again.

When Miss Daisy wakes up she slowly starts to stir.  Her head moves this way and that.  Her eyelids slowly flutter open before slowly fluttering shut again.  She reaches one hand up and stretches before lowering it again.  Then the other hand rises up to stretch, then is lowered again.  Then they're both brought up for a stretch and at the same time her legs stretch out.  And then she opens both eyes.

She looks well rested.  She looks peaceful.  She looks good.  And if she catches my eye as I gaze down at her she smiles.

So instead of waking up and rushing rushing rushing I now take the time to stretch, to slowly awaken my body to a new day.  It's a little bit of bliss in an otherwise busy day.

Sunday, August 19, 2012

Born to Pose

The other day my little miss was looking extra cute (in my eyes anyway) whilst sleeping in her car seat.   So I thought I'd better get a couple of pics for posterity.

I picked the camera up and the flash thingy, realising it was a bit dim, popped up and BAM the little miss smiled.

It was like she knew a camera was trained on her.  Here's proof ...

I couldn't believe my eyes!  She even held the smile for three pictures.  And then she got grumpy and did the 'no to the paparazzi' hand thing.

I spoke to a few other mums and dads and they'd had the same experience.  The camera comes out, the baby smiles.  It got me wondering ...

... are all babies born Kardashians?

In other words, are they all born to see or hear a camera and immediately put on their best face?  Lord knows you don't see ugly baby pictures that much these days.  Although that's probably thanks to that delightful wee trash can symbol featured on cameras and computers everywhere.

I think I'll miss ugly baby photos though.  In the olden days there were lots of them.  It's what you got when you had a film that took 24 photos and once taken they could never be taken back.  And considering the cost of processing you weren't exactly going to throw those babies in any trash can.

I won't lie, the little miss has had a few ugly photos taken so far.  Clearly my fault, I haven't got her angles or the light right.  Bad Mum.  But I'm going to keep them and in 20 years and 10 months I'll pop them right smack bang in the middle of a photo board, right in the middle of all those Kardashian-styled posed photos, for all her friends to see.  Evil Mum (mwahahahahaha).

Wednesday, August 15, 2012

Night Rambles

The joy of a newborn is the middle of the night feedings.
Mine take place at around 2 and 5am.
And for whatever reason I struggle to get back to sleep after the 2am one.
My mind goes 'Hey!  You're awake!  Excellent!  Let's think about stuff and things!'

Sometimes it's mundane ... 'what do we need to buy in the online grocery shop? ... olive oil, flour, eggs, chocolate ... bananas would be good, but not if they come too yellow.  Yellow bananas are awful. Yuck.  Oooh, chips are good too.  And chocolate.  Hold on, you're meant to be eating healthy food in order to nurture your baby.  So add some spinach in there.  But get lollies too.  Don't forget the chocolate'.

Sometimes I hark back to torturous times past 'remember when you said that to so-and-so?  God you were a cow. How can anyone like you?  Sure you were 16 and you've improved as a person since then but really, what a cow.  And what about when you got drunk and said/did that?  How embarrassing.  You really should be ashamed of yourself.  Yes it was 10 years ago, but really, you ought to have known better'.

Then one night after putting my beautiful (yes I'm totally biased) daughter to bed where she drifted back off to sleep as I gazed at her adoringly (when I should have been drifting off to sleep myself) my brain came up with this gem "Oh gosh, she's lovely.  She's growing up so fast though.  It won't be long before she no longer wants to nuzzle into your neck when she needs comforting.  She won't find your silly dances and songs funny.  And she'll discover that Daddy is heaps more fun then mummy.  You'll just have to make another one won't you?  What a great idea!  Another wee baby.  What will you call it?  Now if it's a boy you've got the name all sorted since you didn't get to use it this time.  But what if you have another wee girl?  What will you call her.  You should still honour your side of the family.  How about Henrietta Hailes?  Hmmm, maybe not Henrietta, but it would be nice for you to acknowledge both your grandads.  You could shorten it to Etta.  And you walked up the aisle to Etta James' At Last.  So that'd be nice too.  Etta Hailes as the first and middle name.  Perfect.  Excellent.  So when are you going to make the next baby?'  Then sanity grips.  'What!  Hold on!?!  Back the truck up!  I still remember the pain of childbirth!  Sorry hypnobirthing book but you were wrong, it HURT.  No babies.  Not now.  Not for a long time.  Not until I forget the flippin' pain of having the first one.  What are you on??  Oh my giddy...'


And there goes the 5am wake up call.  Lucky I'm awake.