A moment to remember

Beau woke up from his sleep this afternoon very grumpy. I picked him up from his cot, taggie held firmly in his hands and with his sleeping bag still on. He nestled into my shoulder and put his head down. I walked out to the lounge room with him so that he wouldn't wake Jasmine, and we sat on the couch. He looked around a bit then lay his head back onto my chest, playing with the loops on his taggie. His breathing became slower, and I felt his eyelashes tickle my skin as they closed. He fell asleep in my arms. I don't know how many more times he'll do that, but it was just bliss. 

Happy Christmas from the Little Lawrences

Bomit

Neighbourhood Christmas party at our house + largely unsupervised platters of cheese, dips and chocolates + about 15 children tearing around = Jasmine vomiting on Daddy, our bed and our floor at midnight.


Scraping chunks of bile-smelling dinner off the carpet with a knife onto a plate at midnight is not a great way to start the day. Especially when you've had a few too many champagnes and can't quite remember actually going to bed.


I was hoping it was overindulgence induced vomiting until she followed it up with another massive spew while we were sitting in a Bob Jane T-Mart waiting room while the car was getting a wheel alignment. She'd just had a pink milk, so the vomit was a beautiful shade of Jasmine's favourite colour.


All my hopes of a gastro-free Christmas were finally dashed when she jumped off the couch later this afternoon, ran into the kitchen and said "the bomit is coming again, mummy". We made it to the toilet just in time. Clever kid. 

Food donations welcome

People warned me that having a son would mean big grocery shops in the future. I didn't realise the future came so soon. Beau ate five weetbix yesterday morning for breakfast. Five!!! I struggle to eat three. The kid is going to be a giant. 

Our first concert

The Little Lawrences attended their first concert today - The Wiggles!! It was their birthday party tour. Believe it or not, they've been around for 20 years, which means that there must be mums and dads who grew up with the Wiggles, now watching Wiggles with their own kids. 

A couple of the Wiggles were showing their age (beer bellies and more salt than pepper up top). But they rocked the party and we all had a blast. 

A special shout out has to go to the outrageous priced helium balloons which were TWENTY DOLLARS!!! Unfortunately I had promised one to Jasmine before I found out how much they cost, so I couldn't re neg on the deal, especially since she was just about to wet her pants with excitement at the prospect of bringing one home. The bloody thing is a Dorothy the Dinosaur balloon and is about the size of a 3-year-old which we had to put in the boot (trunk) to bring home because we couldn't see out the windows driving home with it in the car. I felt like we were bringing home a dead (but strangely buoyant) body.

Also a a shout out to Wiggle Murray who impressively (given his gut) climbed up on a human pyramid with his electric guitar during a particularly spectacular number, and then broke out into, no, not Hot Potato, or Wiggly Party, not even Rockabye Your Bear, but, wait for it, Stairway to Heaven!

Here are some photos from our morning.

This was taken shortly after Beau stopped
crying at the start of the show.
I think he was frightened by all
the noise and lights, but by the grand finale
was dancing on the chairs... literally!

Finally, Jasmine is wearing something on her
head that's not a pink crown.
But is still a crown. D'oh!

Dorothy the Dinosaur in tutu. Who said big
girls shouldn't wear short skirts?

Jasmine with her hero, Dorothy the Dinosaur.

All tuckered out on the drive home.

Words to cherish

Some of Jasmine's latest:

• I luff you mummy ( can be genuine affection or a cunning ploy to divert attention from a recent misdemeanor) 
• I want to marry you mummy (spoken once after a particularly cuddly and authentic 'I luff you' moment, and just about made me cry) 
• This is sooooo yummy! I luff this dinner mummy! Can I have this next time? (I was shocked into stunned silence at this comment, as it is such a far cry from our usual hour long negotiation over whether Jasmine will even contemplate eating dinner)
• You made me choo too! (when Jasmine sneezed straight after I sneezed)