Today we all ventured into the city to, among other things, go to rebel sport to buy Mel some workout gear (I finally got sick of her whinging and bought her a personal trainer for mother's day!). While the mother unit was trying on various trackies etc, G man and myself decided to check out the cycling section. They tell me that you are not supposed to put the kiddies in the bike trailers or seats until at least 12 months old but I reckon he could handle it now....the helmet almost fits him!! I don't quite get the relevance of trains on a bike helmut but the only other one they had was pink. I decided not the get this one but will keep an eye out for a cooler version.
Tomorrow Seb is coming over and we are going to play the "game of the summer" (or should that be Autumn?) .....Kubb! Never heard of it? Well where have you been. Apparently it is the fastest growing game in Europe and the USA and has been described as a cross between bowling, horseshoes and chess. It is a very old Swedish game and now they even have the World Championships held annually. It basically involves throwing bits of wood at other bits of wood to try and knock them over. Despite my rather basic description it actually is quite strategic. After all the Kubb fun we will probably trow down a few tallies (we bought a case of the beer voted the world's best at the recent Sydney international beer competition....Weihenstephan Krystal...also reportedly made in the world's oldest brewery). Those German's can sure make a good beer!
Cheers!!!
Saturday, May 19
Wednesday, May 16
Grayson's many faces of salmon... a series
Sigh
Sometimes it is hard being the Grayson.
I mean, look at my parents....
Mother wants to go off and operate on people at a moment's notice and father keeps putting on silly glasses and saying how much he loves his Heine (pronounced hine-knee)
EWWWW
Sounds nasty...
But anyway, the latest news is the parental attempts at testing my gag reflex with more solid food (one incident at the Jenkins place comes to mind - I am a muffin man in THEORY mother!!!) have come to naught, apart from a delicious example that I MUST espouse upon. It was pink, and soft and tasted simply delicious. Mother, feed me more, I will be yours forever...
edit: the mother's response - Grayson - the stretchmarks left behind from your little stay at Chez Melinda are a permanent reminder of your soujourn... You OWE ME!
Sometimes it is hard being the Grayson.
I mean, look at my parents....
Mother wants to go off and operate on people at a moment's notice and father keeps putting on silly glasses and saying how much he loves his Heine (pronounced hine-knee)
EWWWW
Sounds nasty...
But anyway, the latest news is the parental attempts at testing my gag reflex with more solid food (one incident at the Jenkins place comes to mind - I am a muffin man in THEORY mother!!!) have come to naught, apart from a delicious example that I MUST espouse upon. It was pink, and soft and tasted simply delicious. Mother, feed me more, I will be yours forever...
edit: the mother's response - Grayson - the stretchmarks left behind from your little stay at Chez Melinda are a permanent reminder of your soujourn... You OWE ME!
Saturday, May 5
How to torture parents101
1. Look cute and smile often - it lulls them into a false sense of security
2. When they are not looking, turn cute smile into maniacal grin
3. Wait until they have closed their eyes again - thinking you can amuse yourself at 615am on their birthday morning
4. Either
a. Launch self backwards hitting unaware parent in chest area - it winds them and gives them a bit of a startle
b. Emit piercing shriek which sounds a bit like a prepubescent heavy metal rock star
c. Emit loud and offensive smelling load from the other end - this is particularly effective if the parental units have started meat solids (especially fish)
d. All of the above
:D
G
2. When they are not looking, turn cute smile into maniacal grin
3. Wait until they have closed their eyes again - thinking you can amuse yourself at 615am on their birthday morning
4. Either
a. Launch self backwards hitting unaware parent in chest area - it winds them and gives them a bit of a startle
b. Emit piercing shriek which sounds a bit like a prepubescent heavy metal rock star
c. Emit loud and offensive smelling load from the other end - this is particularly effective if the parental units have started meat solids (especially fish)
d. All of the above
:D
G
Sunday, April 29
Updates from Grayson - again (talkative little thing isn't he)
Things I have done since last updating the blog
Celebrated Grandpa's birthday - I showed off by doing my little rocking dance and working my cute look(s). Great Grandma seemed to like this
Hey, this baby thing only lasts so long, I need to work it while I can
Celebrated Daddy's birthday - he won't tell me how old he is but he keeps shaking his head and complaining about grey hairs (mummy keeps making comments about special birthday parties next year)
MWAH!!!
Celebrated Auntie Riley's birthday - she doesn't have any angst about grey hairs. She's nice
:D
Nan and gramps stayed with us that night so I got lots of cuddles.
After all that celebrating I found that my pants were getting a bit tight with all the good squishey I had been drinking. Fortunately mum had acquired some new gear (from somewhere called ebay - must investigate this ebay option)
We then went to the Gold Coast to see my other Great Grandma and Grandma. They took me to a parade on Wednesday where there were all these plastic things called flags and lots of people were wearing suits and bright shiny things on them. The plastic things didn't taste that good and I fell asleep half way through things only to be woken by a loud trumpet. GAH!! Mummy gave me some hand holding action at this point so I didn't cry. I'm seven months old (almost) now. I'm a big boy!
On Friday we went to see Great Grandma (Nanny) as Great Grandpa was sick and had to go to hospital to get better. I gave her lots of cuddles to try and cheer her up. Uncle Ron was there too and I showed him how well I sit up now (he got some cuddles too).
We went to see Great Grandpa yesterday - more cuddles and kisses (I am a great advocate of cuddling and kissing therapy).
Now I'm all cuddled out.
G
Celebrated Grandpa's birthday - I showed off by doing my little rocking dance and working my cute look(s). Great Grandma seemed to like this
Hey, this baby thing only lasts so long, I need to work it while I can
Celebrated Daddy's birthday - he won't tell me how old he is but he keeps shaking his head and complaining about grey hairs (mummy keeps making comments about special birthday parties next year)
MWAH!!!
Celebrated Auntie Riley's birthday - she doesn't have any angst about grey hairs. She's nice
:D
Nan and gramps stayed with us that night so I got lots of cuddles.
After all that celebrating I found that my pants were getting a bit tight with all the good squishey I had been drinking. Fortunately mum had acquired some new gear (from somewhere called ebay - must investigate this ebay option)
We then went to the Gold Coast to see my other Great Grandma and Grandma. They took me to a parade on Wednesday where there were all these plastic things called flags and lots of people were wearing suits and bright shiny things on them. The plastic things didn't taste that good and I fell asleep half way through things only to be woken by a loud trumpet. GAH!! Mummy gave me some hand holding action at this point so I didn't cry. I'm seven months old (almost) now. I'm a big boy!
On Friday we went to see Great Grandma (Nanny) as Great Grandpa was sick and had to go to hospital to get better. I gave her lots of cuddles to try and cheer her up. Uncle Ron was there too and I showed him how well I sit up now (he got some cuddles too).
We went to see Great Grandpa yesterday - more cuddles and kisses (I am a great advocate of cuddling and kissing therapy).
Now I'm all cuddled out.
G
Wednesday, April 18
The Muffin Man speaks.... sort of
Grayson C reporting in - well overdue I know - with more updates from the madness known as my family (someone has to do the blogging, and with the parental units back at work, I am trying to pull my weight)
We moved mid-late March from our comfortable surrounds into more comfortable surrounds (well, I keep hearing mum and dad going on and on about ducted air conditioning, miele gas and how much they love being back at Teneriffe). I was a bit disturbed at first, owing to a significant lack of buzzy bees and dotti stickers - the bee situation has somewhat improved but I have NO idea where my dots are. (If only I was mobile I could go looking).
As for the other upheavals in my life...
Mum had to go back to work.
WAH!
Dad decided to go away for a few weeks (although I got to see him most days, I couldn't take him home with us - and mummy was kind of sad too)
WAAAAH!
One word - VACCINATIONS
WAAAAAAAAAAAH!
Ok, I confess - I decompensated. I regressed. Not back to foetus-hood, but I may have gone back to waking up a few times in the night. Well, mummy must have been up at just the same time too as she kept coming in and giving me a cuddle or some hand holding action. I worked out if I did it often enough, she would take me into bed with her - mummy cuddles whenever I want! (I slept really well after this).
Then one Friday, Daddy came home and stayed. As there wasn't enough room in the bed for me, I decided to sleep through the night again. (after which I kept hearing mum say that I was being a potato-head. Must look up meaning of potato head in dictionary)
Other news? I am slowing down in the growth stakes, which is a great relief to the parental units - as they kept muttering about the effects of freezing and defrosting on DNA, I am trying to stand up (and yes am working on crawling/wiggling too - I am well aware of the developmental concerns of babies who don't crawl - BWAH!) and the three of us are enjoying the delights of living close to the river/parks/restaurants etc etc. Must convince the parents we need to live around here permanently.
later...
G
We moved mid-late March from our comfortable surrounds into more comfortable surrounds (well, I keep hearing mum and dad going on and on about ducted air conditioning, miele gas and how much they love being back at Teneriffe). I was a bit disturbed at first, owing to a significant lack of buzzy bees and dotti stickers - the bee situation has somewhat improved but I have NO idea where my dots are. (If only I was mobile I could go looking).
As for the other upheavals in my life...
Mum had to go back to work.
WAH!
Dad decided to go away for a few weeks (although I got to see him most days, I couldn't take him home with us - and mummy was kind of sad too)
WAAAAH!
One word - VACCINATIONS
WAAAAAAAAAAAH!
Ok, I confess - I decompensated. I regressed. Not back to foetus-hood, but I may have gone back to waking up a few times in the night. Well, mummy must have been up at just the same time too as she kept coming in and giving me a cuddle or some hand holding action. I worked out if I did it often enough, she would take me into bed with her - mummy cuddles whenever I want! (I slept really well after this).
Then one Friday, Daddy came home and stayed. As there wasn't enough room in the bed for me, I decided to sleep through the night again. (after which I kept hearing mum say that I was being a potato-head. Must look up meaning of potato head in dictionary)
Other news? I am slowing down in the growth stakes, which is a great relief to the parental units - as they kept muttering about the effects of freezing and defrosting on DNA, I am trying to stand up (and yes am working on crawling/wiggling too - I am well aware of the developmental concerns of babies who don't crawl - BWAH!) and the three of us are enjoying the delights of living close to the river/parks/restaurants etc etc. Must convince the parents we need to live around here permanently.
later...
G
Thursday, March 8
Progress report from Grrrrrrrayson - 5 and a bit months
Hello again.
WAAAAAH!!
What the freak is that pain in my mouth? I've got something sharp and pointy coming out my lower gum and just because I get a bit grizzly about it the parental units try and smear THIS stuff (see photo) in my mouth.
WAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!
I thought that guys are SUPPOSED to try and emote or something as part of their psycho-something development (or that's what it says on the women's channel)
Yeah well, mum and dad have been calling it a tooth. And they have tried to tell me that this is just the start of many many more. Hmmm. I am going to start looking at denture options...
On other news in tormenting the parents front, they measured me at 75cm today (I am just 5 months old) and then seemed to get a bit stressed that they may be breeding a giant. (Mother started doing google searches and was coming up with Marfan's disease)
Hee hee hee - I am just taking my growth hormones out for a spin! Daddy rang up one of his paediatrician friends who told him that there was nothing to worry about (yet).
Damn it, must work harder at parental stressing - maybe this teeth thing will work in my favour after all.
More news later
G
WAAAAAH!!
What the freak is that pain in my mouth? I've got something sharp and pointy coming out my lower gum and just because I get a bit grizzly about it the parental units try and smear THIS stuff (see photo) in my mouth.
WAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!
I thought that guys are SUPPOSED to try and emote or something as part of their psycho-something development (or that's what it says on the women's channel)
Yeah well, mum and dad have been calling it a tooth. And they have tried to tell me that this is just the start of many many more. Hmmm. I am going to start looking at denture options...
On other news in tormenting the parents front, they measured me at 75cm today (I am just 5 months old) and then seemed to get a bit stressed that they may be breeding a giant. (Mother started doing google searches and was coming up with Marfan's disease)
Hee hee hee - I am just taking my growth hormones out for a spin! Daddy rang up one of his paediatrician friends who told him that there was nothing to worry about (yet).
Damn it, must work harder at parental stressing - maybe this teeth thing will work in my favour after all.
More news later
G
Wednesday, February 21
Mr G in da house....
Oh the humanity! How is a nearly 5 month old supposed to cope??
A striped beanie I tell you - in summer? To quote my mother - MEEP! (may I just add that the parents put the airconditioning on full blast so they could take a photo of me in this ridiculous garb before my head gets too big).
What other stresses am I under? Let me tell you, its almost enough to drive a 5 month old to drink.....more (squishey that is).
The parental units are trying to sell our home, and with a contract on it at present - this can only mean a move is not far away. Where will we go with my buzzy bees? And my dotti stickers?? WAAAAAH!
I started child care this week, and had to deal with a sad mother unit. Gee mum, snap out of it. The umbilical cord has got to be broken sometime.
And finally, it seems that there is other food out there apart from squishey. Well, it looks like squishey, and tastes a little like squishey.... but ..... hmmm. Have to work out what I really think about this. Mum says its to firm me up a bit - I think she was getting sick of the (ahem) leakage that one has with the new probiotic formula.
hee hee hee - who says babies can't have fun
later
G
A striped beanie I tell you - in summer? To quote my mother - MEEP! (may I just add that the parents put the airconditioning on full blast so they could take a photo of me in this ridiculous garb before my head gets too big).
What other stresses am I under? Let me tell you, its almost enough to drive a 5 month old to drink.....more (squishey that is).
The parental units are trying to sell our home, and with a contract on it at present - this can only mean a move is not far away. Where will we go with my buzzy bees? And my dotti stickers?? WAAAAAH!
I started child care this week, and had to deal with a sad mother unit. Gee mum, snap out of it. The umbilical cord has got to be broken sometime.
And finally, it seems that there is other food out there apart from squishey. Well, it looks like squishey, and tastes a little like squishey.... but ..... hmmm. Have to work out what I really think about this. Mum says its to firm me up a bit - I think she was getting sick of the (ahem) leakage that one has with the new probiotic formula.
hee hee hee - who says babies can't have fun
later
G
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