First Immunisations - Wwwwaaahhhhhh

Today Holly had her first set of immunisations. Three needles for eight diseases. I know its got to be done, but boy it was tough watching her get the needles. I held her close, but she cried so much and was so upset. I cried too. The nurse was really nice to us both; it sounds like a lot of mums cry when their babies first get their jabs. I've discovered that seeing your child in pain is harder to handle than being in pain yourself.

What Holly Likes

So now that Holly is a full nine weeks old, its starting to be apparent what her likes and dislikes are.

Holly likes:

• Lying on and (unfortunately) sucking on the sheepskin rug.
• Music by Mozart, Bach, Tchaikovsky, Billie Holiday, Bob Marley, Delerium, and Juno Reactor.
• Having her nappie* changed (she's the only baby I've ever met that does).
• Lying on mummy or daddy's chest.
• The bouncy chair. The thing has soothing vibrations that are supposed to put her to sleep, but are far more effective for making her do a poo.
• Kicking things.
• Having a bath.
• The sound of the dishwasher and vacuum cleaner.
• NHL Hockey playoffs - She's already a Canucks fan.
  
• Cuddles
  

Holly does not like:

• Being swaddled with her arms in. I've had to develop a "swaddle-from-the-armpits-down" way of wrapping her up.
• Trying to be fed on the breast :(
• The sound of crinkling paper.
• When mummy and daddy want to have dinner.
• Metal, Rap and music by the Gorillaz.
• The baby sling.
  

*This is the Aussie/British word for diaper.

Do you dare me?

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Nine and Three Years

Nine years of happiness together and three years of wedded bliss. Today, Earth Day, is our wedding anniversary. I can't believe we've been together almost a decade. The time has just flown by. Its an especially special anniversary this year as it is our first with our beautiful baby girl. She has added such happiness to our life. Jen sums it up best about how the heart is an ever expanding organ.

Happy Anniversary Jaime-boo :)

So far ...

So far I've been pooped on, thrown up on, had my shirt sucked and spat upon. I've been headbutted, kicked in the face, punched in the face, slapped and scratched. I've had my groin stomped and my ear screamed in.

And I've loved every moment of it, especially now that she has learned to smile :)

My Present to Me: An iMac

So I finally bit the bullet and bought myself a new computer, having last purchased a pc in September 2003. I had ummed and ahhed about it for ages after I had to give my macbook pro back to work in January. Since then the only computer access I had was Jaime's old Frankenstein of a pc, which worked, but barely. Besides bad performance, the biggest problem was the sound; like a jet engine taking off. Holly hated it!

So I ordered myself an imac! And it is a thing of beauty. 640 gig hard drive, 4 gig ram and a screen that makes me redefine what colours mean. The built in speakers are great. And everyday I learn something new that OSX can do. I just found out that if I get a USB keyboard, I can learn to play the piano through Garage Band! And for digital photography it's perfect!

And most importantly, its whisper quiet. Even the keyboard is considerably less clicky than traditional ones, so it doesn't bother Holly.

So yes, I am one of those annoying Mac people.

The Filth Wizard

...friend only to the rat and the pig. That's Holly. I cannot believe how much laundry she generates. Today she managed to throw up on her adorable little onesie suit about three seconds after I put it on her. And the thing is that I don't actually mind the task of laundry. There's something almost zen about putting dirty, disheveled clothes in the machine and taking them out clean and soft. However, like most apartment buildings in Vancouver, we do not have a washer in our suite, but rather have a laundry room in the basement of our building. This wouldn't be so bad if the washers weren't so scarce or nasty. This building has almost 140 apartments, and yet we have six washers and six dryers in the laundry room. Trying to grab a washer or two during the week is tough and on weekends its practically an Olympic event. And the industrial monster washers are just brutal on our clothes. I miss having my own washer, where if I realised at Midnight on a Sunday that I had no clothes for the week, I could do the washing then and there. Alas, until we own our own place (which is never) I shall be at the mercy of the industrial washers.