Sweet Mishali. At four months of age she is rolling, mobility is kicking in. She sleeps less during the day, and now sleeps through the night - her grandmother is now getting a good night's uninterrupted sleep. (Yes, mum has been doing the night feeds so I can work and cope with Toby during the day, God I am LUCKY!!!! to have such a mum). She rolls from her back to her front, the opposite of Toby at the same age. When on her tummy she is bending her knees and digging in the toes, she is desperately trying to move, and not going anywhere. She gets frustrated and flips onto her back then tries the crazy crawl head first crawl, and gets nowhere. It's just a matter of time ...
A lovely big brother, Toby likes to kiss and feed his sissy. She has always been Sissy or Waa Waa, last week he called her "Mishi", which is pretty impressive considering he has only just started calling himself Toby instead of "You". As Mishali grows up and interacts more with the things in her corner of the world, Toby becomes more interested in her. He kisses her good morning, kisses her good bye and kisses her good night. Poor Toby is a bit rough and likes a full-on mouth schmuck when kissing and sometimes doesn't understand why his expressions of love make his sister cry.
Pappa's girl. This is may dad with his second grand daughter, she is the apple of his eye. I just love watching the love between them and watching my 76 year-old dad get so much joy from his babies. mummy regularly dumps a crying baby on his lap, and she settles for him straight away. The young do give the old(er) a new lease on life.
Pappa's babies. They adore him, especially Toby who is his little shadow. Toby draws Pappa pictures at Day Care and roudly stomps up the stairs calling " Pappa!" then presents him with his latest masterpiece. Toby waters the garden with Pappa, Toby helps Pappa with mechanical things, Toby cuddles on Pappa's lap and gives him big smoochy kisses. Toby goes to Pappa when called in Polish ... my child is becoming bi-lingual. Pappa has taught Toby to count to five - how cool is that?
Pappa: Ah boo boo boo boo boo
Mishali: Ah goo goo goo goo goo
Have I already posted this pic? This is what you do to your little sister when daddy sends you stickers.
Sibling love. One day this photo will embarrass them.
We've upgraded from a box to a pram. The pram is mine - it's 40 years old - it bought for me for my dollies when I was four, carted up to Queensland from Tasmania when I was seven, loved by my now 16-year-old niece when she played with dollies, and now belongs to the next generation. Living back at home is a blast from the past, I must say! Mum and dad complain they don't have enough space in their three level, five bedroom house, yet the bookcase still houses the 1975 collection of World Book Encyclopedia, a collection of Little Golden Books with titles including "Heroes of the Bible" (featuring no female characters, and a glaringly sacrilegious omission of Jesus); and I've just caught up on the 10 years worth reading of Diabetes Monthly.
We sat Mishali on the scales last week, she is more than five kilos. The gorgeous dresses gifted to us by Kim over at A Family Miracle no longer fit her : (( I had to go shopping online for new clothes, ebay rocks, 19 auctions won, $160 spent and around 30 items of "new with or without tags" clothing on their way. Seriously, why buy new? People get given so much stuff when a baby is born, most of it isn't ever worn.
Uncle Egg! My brother Greg with the boy. One night he took photo of Uncle Egg to bed with him.
A kangaroo in the park next door. I am still astounded we live with wild life. YOu drive down the street and there are kangaroos on the verge. You walk down the street and have to dodge kangaroo poo. You drive down the street and have to go really slowly so you don't run over a koala. I saw a wild fox/dingo/inbred mongrel dog on my drive the other day; there are monitor lizards over a metre in length; we saw a shark in the breakers last week; and night time brings a n unpleasant chorus of kookaburra laughter. That's what you get for living on an island that is 90% national park.
Life is good!