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

You know your three year old is smarter than you when …

… you have conversations like:

Mummy, what’s a meteor?”

It’s a kind of star, I think”

“No, it’s not! It’s a ROCK in SPACE!”

or “Mummy, what’s a good name for a cat?”

“What about Nik or Louis or Barney? Or Chairman Meow? Pussolini? What about Sinbad?”

NO! Sinbad is NOT a cat, he’s a PIRATE.”

nine months

Just scraped in at the end of the day :)

Sophia is three quarters of a year old! The last month has been full of achievements. She is pulling herself up and starting to cruise the furniture (although her dexterity is slightly lower than her intentions, so we do have quite a few tumbles). She loves music and ‘dances’ to anything (even my singing, she really is not discerning). She loves to clap and shouts something like “YAAAAAAYYYYY!” which is what we say every time she claps.She loves to eat finger foods such as sandwiches and vegemite toast, rusks and dry cat food (I am less horrified by this than Daddy is … I have distinct memories of eating dry cat food as a child, and quite enjoying it).

We’ve given Hugo some space by putting a safety gate in his room so he can play in there without Sophie “annoying” him. It’s quite heartrending to see her standing up holding onto the gate, watching him in adoration while he plays, all but oblivious to her.

She really misses Hugo the two days he is at preschool, and greets him with a huge grin and babbles away in delight when we pick him up. He is settling into preschool quite well. He will sing songs that I haven’t taught him, and tell me stories in the course of the day but if I ask him specifically “what did you do today?” I get the age-old reply of “I don’t know” or “I can’t remember” or “nothing”.

I guess it’s nearly time to start thinking about Sophie’s birthday. These past nine months have flown by. I get a bit teary and nostalgic when I look at photos of her as a tiny baby, but am delighting in the little girl she is growing into.

big round of applause

for Sophie, who has learnt how to clap! She’s been doing it for a few days but it seemed kind of accidental. Today she has been clapping all day. (I’ve done two photos because it’s hard to show clapping with a static shot).

(Where is her neck?? Is it just the design of the t-shirt? She looks like a cabbage patch kid).

two beautiful

I don’t understand why it’s so hard to get a nice photo of both of them together. It’s just impossible. I must have taken a couple of hundred photos in the last few days trying to get both of them together, smiling (or just not crying), not eating or pulling hair or trying to run away, without a tsunami of drool hanging off the bottom lip or food smeared from ear to ear.

I used to get so annoyed at those childrens photographers in shopping centres who chase you down and try to convince you to have photos taken in what seems to be a fairly obnoxious manner. Now I realise they are being annoying on purpose! They don’t actually want me to say yes! Then they’d actually have to try to photograph my children!! AND THAT’S IMPOSSIBLE!!!

And this one, even though the colour is a bit funny, just because she is so cheeky and I hardly ever catch that in photos because as soon as she sees the camera she puts on her photo face.

what Hugo learnt at preschool today.

The yellow line at the train station is very dangerous.

You walk over it and fall on the track then the train runs over the top of you and squashes you like a creepy crawler, and your bones come out. Then a helicopter comes and saves you.

Okay.I may never get him on a train again.

However this is the same child who, sitting in the pushchair on a perfectly flat, very wide footpath, with no other people or cars around, yelled “QUICK MUMMY, put my seat belt on or I’ll fall out of the pushchair and roll along the ground and fall onto the road and get squashed flat by a car!!”.


When I went to get Sophia out of her cot after her nap this morning, she had pulled herself up on her knees holding onto the side of the cot.Apparently it’s her new trick, and she’s trying it out everywhere.