If it ain't broke, don't fix it.
Again, this year, we headed to The Corkman in Carlton to watch the AFL Grand Final. We meet up with a few friends there - there's free food and the pints are good. Big screen - what more could you want?
This year, we rode the bikes there. We got a few nice waves from pedestrians and car drivers alike, as well as (of course) any other cyclists we saw.
Genevieve again had a ball and loved chatting with people. She and Mummy worked out her tips for the win, first goal and the Norm Smith medallist (no joy though) and she even competed in the handball competition.
On the way home, we dropped in to the 'Skinny Park' for a quick play, watching a few guys on the other side of the train track playing kick-to-kick for the last time this year (prior to it starting to appear a little sad - post season).
The girl, that is. I was just toasty warm.
Vievey and Harry had a bath last night, and we washed her hair as she'd been swimming that day. (Oh... and managed to jump in with only a noodle under her arms, all by herself - ie: not being caught by Mummy or anyone).
Anyhow, Harry normally has baby oil in his bath, so that also went into Genevieve's hair.
Generally, she'll choose one of ours.
This night, I wrapped her up nice and tight, so she was... err... grub-like.
Last night, Vievey asked Naomi what she was doing. Naomi said 'Cleaning my face'. Vievey responded...
"Why?"
So... it's started!
BUT, another thing has started too!
Naomi bought her some (cringe) Dora underpants.
VV was pretty impressed, until we hit her with the common, but not over-the-top "You can only wear underpants if you tell us you need to do poo or wee, and you can sit on your potty".
Long story short - she did the ones (Naomi thought that was a fluke).
After a few aborted attempts - "Mummy, I got poo..." Run, run, fluster, strip, sit....... .... ..... nuthin... we got log.
And MAN... what a log it was. No WONDER she thought she was gonna do something earlier... I think it was just clearing its throat.
So... we got the full Hawthorn, in one day!
OK... sometimes we have to chase her for it, or cajole her into it, or bribe, or get in with her.
But once she's in, she loves it.
She'll sometime have bubbles (although, we're out at the moment - we got her these special ones which she loves, put Phuket is a bit too far to go for a replacement).
We try to keep her hair dry, unless, of course it's time for a wash.
When we do wash it, it's then when we realise how long it's got. It's almost down to her but. She'll also help out now - shampooing and rinsing.
Now, I had a fair idea what it was, seeing how I'd picked it up and brought it home one evening during the week. However, I wasn't prepared for what it looked like.
They'd got all of the kids to paint up their cup. And, I've gotta tell you, I was rapt! I was just expecting some non-witty made in China mug. Instead, a work of art!
And the people at work were most impressed too!
Happy, happy Daddy!
VV is still suffering with this cold. (Not bad... just annoying). She didn't want to go to bed, not in her bed, not in Mummy's/Daddy's bed. So I thought of another option. What about Nar-nar's bed!? (Nai's mother sleeps over on Mondays, to look after VV on Tuesdays). It's in our study, and it's very, very dark in there.
Anyway, she lulled off in there. We waited a little while to ensure she was asleep (OK... I forgot) and then I did the transfer. I snuck in, feeling my way (and squinting my eyes shut, so that when I opened them, I has some semblance of night vision.
One hand under the head/neck, the other under the body, and lift (I'm sure you've all done this). Hmm... her cold must be bad... she's having trouble breathing. Hang on... that feels softer than it should.
Yes, she was lying on her belly, and I carried her to her room face down, carefully removing the pressure from her throat.
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