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    About a boy named Hugo, a girl named Sophia, and three cats.

    June 2007
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self portrait

Self Portrait, Hugo, c. May 2007, texta on paper.

“It’s me, Mum” he announced. I’m not convinced though … there is the lack of hair for one thing. (ok, and what is with “mum” and “dad” all of a sudden? I want to be MUMMY again :( )

not *all* pink …

… sometimes we put her in other colours as well. A bit.

Buzz who?

(an aside … someone once told me “No-one remembers who the SECOND man to walk on the moon was” so of course, I always remember now that it was Buzz Aldrin. I don’t think that was the point that was being made but there you go. In any case, this story is not about that Buzz).

Hugo was recently unwell – nothing serious as it turned out but worrying enough initially for me to take him to hospital to be checked out. Given that we’ve had what feels like months of rain now (yes, how soon we forget that we are actually in drought, and should be thankful for the rain!) it’s been quite a challenge washing clothes and getting them dry – I needed to put a clean shirt on Hugo before we left and I grabbed a clean shirt that he has never worn before, which just happened to have a picture of Buzz Lightyear on it.

Hugo does not like hospitals, he does not like doctors and he ESPECIALLY does not like taking medicine. In order to distract him from his anxiety, everyone we had contact with from the paramedic to the doctors and nurses made a big deal about this tshirt – “Oh, who’s that on your shirt, is that Buzz? Do you like Buzz?” or “To infinity and beyond!” etc etc. Hugo has never seen Toy Story. He has no idea who Buzz Lightyear is. He just looked confused every time someone else started talking about poor old Buzz. It got to the point though, where it was just not worth explaining it again. (You should have seen how excited Hugo got when a little boy in Thomas pyjamas walked past though LOL). What kind of name is Buzz anyway?

(In spite of that though, the staff at the hospital were fantastic. They were so good with Hugo in light of his obvious distress, and they didn’t make me feel like a paranoid mother at all. Hooray for the public health system!).

All better now :)

and look how big Sophia is getting

Sophia was a month old last Thursday, and five weeks old today. Already it seems like she isn’t a newborn anymore, and we can’t imagine life before she was here. When Hugo was this old, we had already done a long haul flight and were in the UK (and although we miss everyone there and would love to introduce Sophia, I am kind of glad we didn’t have to get her passports and tickets and everything organised as quickly as we did for Hugo). When Hugo was this old, he’d also lost all his hair already. Sophia seems to have kept the majority of hers :) (although Hugo is certainly making up for it now).

Hugo, emo

Need a haircut, much?

It has been commented upon that this is in fact, quite a cool haircut. If only. It’s a cool non haircut.

A sad day …

Hugo likes Thomas the Tank Engine. A lot. He has an extensive collection of the Thomas Wooden Railway pieces. The same ones that have just been recalled because several of the engines and other pieces have been painted with lead based paint (which begs the question, WHY would you make children’s toys using lead based paint? Really … why??).

So today James, Skarloey and various assorted other carriages and accessories have gone for a holiday to ‘the Works’ to get a new coat of paint.

Hugo doesn’t know yet – luckily he was asleep in the stroller when we went to the post office station to bid them farewell. I am hoping that he won’t notice their absence for the next six to eight weeks until the replacements arrive they return.

brotherly advice …

“Just lie there and look cute. Eventually she’ll stop taking photos when the camera battery goes flat, or the memory card is full. Or you move out of home.”