Avocado baby.

When I was little I think I remember this book, either being read to me or more likely being read to my younger sister and brother.

I had a moment during a weigh-in with Toby when I remembered the pictures of the baby performing amazing feats of strength, when Toby decided to lift up the scales. I was trying to lift him up of the scales but he had a firm grip on each side and what followed was this…


And there we all stayed, suspended for a minute in disbelief (Toby literally suspended) that these really heavy scales were hanging beneath Toby who looked like he was just sitting on them, holding on like they were some kind of magic carpet.

The excellent part of the whole day was finding out that Toby is still following the curve that he had been gaining weight on (somewhere around the 95th percentile) and that I was therefore feeding him about the right quantity of solid food now that we have started introducing that into his diet.

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Posted by on December 15, 2012 in Baby


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Attachment anxiety


Now Toby is six months we have reversed all progress made at getting him to sleep in his cot. This is because of multiple challenges. The first one was that he suffered from a round of bronciolities which made it hard for him to breath lying down in his cot (where he had been sleeping for some of the time, I’ll be honest, some not all, but some) and for a week slept in bed with me as he would go to sleep sitting up on my chest and then I would very carefully lie him down next to me and we would both go to sleep.

After he got better from this he refused to even be put near his cot, but at the same time hit the age where he gets anxious if away from his mum. It gets worse, interestingly, if dad (our lovely Jeremy) attempts to replace mum. If I go and have a shower the hysterics are less if I leave him playing on the floor by himself, then if Jeremy tries to read a book or play, or even sit quietly and sing songs with baby.

So all in all we have been co sleeping these last few weeks with J sadly cast adrift in the spare room. It is easier sometimes to take the path of least resistance.

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Posted by on December 11, 2012 in Baby


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The things we do

One thing that arrived at a similar time to the baby is my lovely iPad. My mum very sensibly suggested there would be no way I would be able to spend any length of time in my study on my iMac and so in order to be connected with her in nz on Skype she funded this beautiful piece of ‘new mum’ kit.

As well as having a connection to the outside world through this lovely gadget we also bought a Wacom stylus for it and an app called ‘paper’ which has been somewhat of a revelation. Certainly it is very easy to sketch and share our little day to day moments this way.

Some of these drawings have made it into a show at Radio Active so stay tuned. It should be up soon I think.









It does occur to me that a substantial portion of these drawings are concerning sleep or the lack there of. Toby has a habit of now only settling himself in our bed and sleeping in such a way that it would be impossible to fit around him except to curl up in a little ball and sleep in the corners. A amazing feat for someone so apparently little himself – he takes up a surprising amount of space.

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Posted by on December 3, 2012 in Baby


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I have many bad habits*. I follow the 3 second rule when I drop food on the floor (unless it looks unsalvageable, sometimes I will wash it before resuming eating it i.e. in the case of fruit – but it is worth mentioning that Jeremy has banned what he calls ‘floor-food’ while I am pregnant.) I will trade any amount of household chores of any kind to avoid cleaning the bathroom. I leap in front of Jeremy when he is playing games on the PS3 with a pointless interjection on something (that could have waited for another time) boring. I read Mills and Boon romances, I cut my own hair when I am feeling idle and contemplative usually resulting in a mullet or uneven cut, and I save all files to my desktop – giving myself the file management system of a compulsive hoarder. The other bad habit my family (and Jeremy) sometimes give me a hard time about is that I listen to whatever is on the pop’iest of pop radio stations and love it for the average time it stays in the top 20 charts.

But it’s not crap – I defend my pop music. Its wonderful. Every song is pretty much the same. I have defended Mills and Boon in a similar way. I love the way each story or track is a different variation of the same thing, much like listening to Mozart’s Variations.

I am not really saying that pop music is Mozart… I am pretty sure you could use many of the current top 20 chart songs played over and over to drive somebody insane, and I am fairly sure that Mozart on repeat would have a less damaging effect on the human mind – but there is an overlooked wonderfulness in the way pop music is constantly producing the same song, but different.

And this afternoon I found this video by Norwegian Recycling showing how six popular songs from the last 10 approx years are pretty much the same thing. It fills me with glee to hear them like this all together. It’s like the pop industry has been composing it’s own ‘Variation’s’ in this particular little sequence of chords.

I am not sure what my taste in music is doing to our baby son. He’s still on the inside – but it is commonly agreed now that he can hear what is going on on the outside. Jeremy tried to explain Derivatives and Differentiation to him last night for his bed time story (and because I couldn’t remember what they were and made the mistake of asking). During the last appointment it was decided to send him for an additional ultrasound scan as the bump looked larger than usual for the stage of pregnancy we were at. Today a scan confirmed that the baby is taking more after his dad, or perhaps his very tall maternal great uncles and great grandfather (my mum’s whanau), with his head and torso measuring larger then average.

Baby size graph

The graph above here shows the baby sitting nicely above the 90th percentile of baby sizes on the graph (the darker top line) and way above the middle average baby grey line. The star indicates the guesstimate based on measuring my stomach with a tape measure, the circle with the dot is the actual scan 2 weeks later.

Time seems to be flying by now. Personally I am in denial about the fact that we will soon be parents to an actual baby, or based on his musical exposure so far, parents to a very tall future pop star – who is also good at maths and computer science (a wee way off). Jeremy rightly pointed out that even though the baby is bigger then average, he is not yet as big as the baby we will meet in May. This briefly reassured me and then made me think of Kaz Cooke’s ‘Up the Duff’ guide to pregnancy, which I have been enjoying, when she says towards the end of her pregnancy diary that she now knows why whales beach themselves.

I find myself wanting to stay on the couch rather then going to work. Wanting to get into bed early rather then staying up on Friday and watching television or lurking in the living room. This has incidentally stemmed another one of the bad habits I mentioned above. Jeremy is able to play Mass Effect 3 in the secure knowledge that I am unlikely to leap in front of the TV during a critical battle for the safety of the planet Earth against the Reapers.

*the following list is not all-inclusive.

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Posted by on March 12, 2012 in Baby


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Local Adventures

In recent weekends we’ve discovered the liberating experience of being able to ‘just go’ and see the local sights in our car. Lesser known sights – things that aren’t strictly tourist attractions, but instead are neat places that locals go for walks, photography, or just a dose of free history. These places are not on public transport routes, and are far too far away to walk to.

The first such adventure was to the Chesterton Windmill, which is readily accessible in the centre of a functioning paddock. I’ve seen photos taken by a workmate with the mill surrounded by a beautiful yellow crop on a bright spring or summer’s day. When we went it was partly cloudy, and the field had clearly recently been sown, so it isn’t quite as picturesque, but it’s still pretty cool to look at.


The photo above shows me in the field in question. I got so much mud on my shoes that when walking back I felt considerably weighed down. We had to find sizeable sticks to get it all off. I hope I didn’t kill too many plants!

On another day we went on a trip to Henly-in-Arden, in order to find a shop that Fran was looking for. The trip was successful, and into the deal we got to see another small town in Warwickshire. On the way back we stopped at the Hatton Locks, which is basically the answer to “How on earth do we get this canal to go up a fairly significant incline?” It’s pretty cool, and we’ll definitely go back there another day with our proper camera in hand – it should be able to capture the experience somewhat better than my phone did.


In our quest to find affordable baby related goods, we also made it our mission to find the fabled ‘“Baby Barn” in the very small town of Marton. The store is great, but let’s just say it really does live up to the name. It is literally in the middle of a farm. I wish I’d taken some pictures, but even better would have been photos of the random tiny towns Google Maps took us through on the way there. I highly recommend visiting both Eathorpe and Wappenbury if you’re looking to find places that accurately represent the term ‘village’. Awesome.

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Posted by on March 11, 2012 in Baby, Leamington Spa


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Not shoplifting

Pregnancy looks a bit like shoplifting to the untrained eye


Posted by on February 22, 2012 in Baby, Leamington Spa, UK


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Sharing (while 27 weeks pregnant)

The division of a UK king size bed (NZ queen size) while pregnant

Pictured above from left to right: Before, and now (27-28 weeks pregnant).


Posted by on February 16, 2012 in Baby


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