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Kid Life 365 {Week Seventeen} 

::One hundred and twenty-five:: Playing dress up with the boys who live across the hall. On slow afternoons, we just open up both apartment doors and the kids run between houses, always dressed as doctors, fire fighters, and builders. 

::One hundred and twenty-six:: Every evening, when we should be getting ready for bed, she's trying to sneak a few last smiles from her brother.

::One hundred and twenty-seven:: Brusing teeth. I can do it BY MY OWN, she says. 

::One hundred and twenty-eight:: Writing a letter, in her imagination.

::One hundred and twenty-nine:: Hugo M. Bear kinda wants to swim? He definitely wants to hang out with the big kids, but that water is awfully cold, so, question mark?

::One hundred and thirty:: The two o'clock nap is always great for a moody photo op.

::One hundred and thirty-one:: Reluctantly posing in the unreasonably poofy pink skirt she talked me into buying for her. Ha.

Linking up here for weekly stills.




"a portrait of my children, once a week, every week in 2014."

Stella: She had a tough week of saying goodbye to some important friends who are moving on. But despite all the change, and sad farewells, the new routines, she's been wonderful. If you ask her, she'll tell you, "I'm big now. I'm four. I can do it by my own." And it's true. She is four now and suddenly so big.

Hugo: He's had a tough week of....uhhhh...being a baby? Actually he's had a great week. And LOOK! He can do a little tripod sitting. 

This soft one from last week is beautiful. One of the greatest pleasures of this blogging world is stumbling upon inspiring people making art with their camera, with their words. I love that. 

Linking up with Jodi and Living Arrows.


Three Months

Seeing as how it’s June fourth and Hugo is officially four months three days old, it’s time for his there month update. (And, um, PS, If there’s one area in which I excel, it’s being on top of things. Yes.) 



Hugo started the month at 7 KG, and rounded out at 7.8 KG is just a bit more than 17 pounds for you imperial folk. According to the internet, he’s in the 83th percentile for weight, which is actually a little smaller than Stella was at that age. I may not be able to get to monthly updates in a timely fashion, but I do make beefy babies. That’s one thing I’m good at. 


::Learning:: Sitting up.

He’s not quite there yet, but we’re definitely on the way. And I’m totally looking forward to it. The pre-mobile post-sitting up stage is really the sweet spot of babyhood, hey? I mean they’re so happy to be an independent sitting human able to play with toys and other nonsense but not able to get out and roam free and eat all the soil out of your houseplants, right?

Anyway, he can sit up if you hold one hand, or if propped up in the beanbag chair. So, happy days ahead!


::Mastering:: Hands. Laughter. 

At two months he figured out that hands are things that exist at the end of his arms. And now, at three months, he’s learning that he can actually use these hands to manipulate objects. Also of note is his concentration face: focused eyes, tongue stuck out, serious business concentration. I die.

He’s typically making this face when he’s going after the wooden toy for his bouncy chair, Sophie la Girafe, and any plate, bowl, spoon, fork, etc within reach. Which is to say, goodbye peaceful, mess-free meals.

And guess what? We’re getting some legit laughs, which is incredibly gratifying when you’re on the receiving end of baby hilarity. All you really need to do is “disappear” (object permanence is such a silly concept!!), or sing Huuuuuugo and Steeeeella to the tune of the Charlie and Lola theme song. 

Hugo is also super into whatever it is that the big kids (Stella and the neighbour boys, typically) are up to. He basically tries to leap out of my arms and get down to whatever they’re doing. 


::Eating:: Milk. With a side of formula, and I totally cried about that.

We’re still going strong in the baby-fattening human milk factory department. But midway through the month, I got a random tropical illness (I’m going with amoebic dysentery, in case you’d like to know) annnnnnnd then my milk dried up for a few days. When we exhausted the freezer stash, we had to offer supplementary bottles of formula. I obviously had a crisis of consciousness about this, Hugo was all, thanks Mum, this is delicious, and what’s your problem anyway. 


::Sleeping:: Medium?

He’s sleeping six-to-six (or seven) but with several wake-ups for nursing and general practicing of skills that could very well be practiced during daylight hours, thankyouverymuch.


::Changing:: Eyes and Hair

I’m predicting green? Sandy blond? Let’s see?


::Loving:: Wuggy Bunny. Blankets. Fabrics of all kinds.

This guy is one tactile kid. His hobbies include scratching his fingers along the bedsheets at 3 am, clutching his blanket over his face, and petting the ears of his Wuggy Bunny. 

He also loves the odd rough and tumble game of throw the baby on the bed (gently, from a height of like 30 cm). This is sure to elicit some megasmiles. 



Waking up. My GAWD that is is difficult to go from a state of unconsciousness to consciousness and requires a solid thirty minutes of sleep crying, thrashing about, and general unhappiness in the mornings.

Also not a fan of the three month jabs. The vaccine hangover lasted days. DAYS.



I’m really enjoying the predictability of Hugo’s daytime routine, and the knowledge that no matter how painful the hour between five and six pm is, he’ll be lights out by 6:15. 

Three months is that magical moment when baby becomes less of a thing requiring a lot of attention and work and more of a human. That’s kind of great, hey? I mean, I get to see this little guy who loves grabbing onto his blanket, makes funny concentration faces, adores his sister, wants to be a big kid, loves a little roughhousing, and gets super frustrated when he can’t make his hands do what he expects.


I tell you what, this boy is a real gem. Totally. 

PS One Month. Two Months.


Kid Life 365 {Week Sixteen}

::One hundred and eighteen:: Her favourite colour is pink, and while I bristled at that initially, her love of anything pink and twirly is growing on me.

::One hundred and nineteen:: He's really figuring out how to work his hands. He gets pretty frustrated when those little fists don't do what he expects, but he's tenacious. It must be hard to be a baby.

::One hundred and twenty:: He was pretty cranky this week after he had his three-month injections. Poor wee bear.

::One hundred and twenty-one:: On an afternoon with nothing going on except for a whole lot of lounging on my bed, I tried out some free lensing.

::One hundred and twenty-two:: Always and forever a big sister, she's showing him how to push up on his arms making tummy time a little less terrible.

::One hundred and twenty-three:: Not only can he bat at things with his hands, he now he can grasp! 

::One hundred and twenty-four:: Us. Hanging out in bed. Like always. 




"a portrait of my children, once a week, every week, in 2014"

Stella: As her birthday present, she received a full stock of dress up clothing, and since Tuesday, she's done basically everything dressed as a "pwincess," or a fairy.

Hugo: He's loving his bouncy chair (and by loving I mean tolerating), but he does quite enjoy sitting in his chair, watching Stella and her friends play around him.

I'm loving the afternoon light this week (okay, and every week. Trust me, it DOES NOT get old.) There's something enchanting about the way golden light and palm shadows play on the wall, reminding me of everything good and lovely in the world. I'm also loving dirty feet in bed, and more dress up clothes. Now that's something else that really does not get old.

Linking up with Jodi



My best girl turned four. FOUR! I'll just join in the chorus of every other Mamalady blogger who ever put words to screen and say I can't believe she's four. Wasn't she born yesterday? Where does time go, etc etc.

Because really, nothing I could write in the space of a blog post could ever really encapsulate what this girl means to me. My whole world changed when I became her mum. She's my all and my everything, my heart beating outside my chest, my lovely lady with auburn curls and the deepest brown eyes. 

The other night while I was tending to some important Ice Cream Making Business (!!!) Hugo slipped out of his bouncy chair (perhaps because I hadn't done up the seatbelt, because of haste and the above mentioned ice cream business? But this is the high judgey court of the Internet, so I'll never tell.) Anyway, Stella noticed him slipping, ran straight to his side, and caught his head before it hit the marble floor. And that's just the kid of kid she is: observant, watchful, careful, loving, and always always ready to help her little brother. She's an amazing kid, this one. And I get to be her mum.



Newborn baby Stella in the NICU in Japan // Stella celebrates her first birthday by shoving cake into her face, which is really only reasonable // Stella celebrates her second birthday at Ohori park in Fukuoka, Japan // Stella's third birthday in a swanky hotel in Singapore // Stella's fourth birthday at our kitchen table, where she announced that the cake I had made was "not very yummy, it's crunchy and yucky." But then she ate it anyway, so. 


Kid Life 365 {Week Fifteen}

Looks like we spent the majority of week fifteen either on my bed or at the pool. Which is probably accurate? Let's face it, that's basically how we spend most weeks. And that's kind of just the natural order of things.

::One hundred and eleven:: Yet another little snap wherein the big kid dotes on her little brother.

::One hundred and twelve:: This kid. These jams. Probably the best combination known to man.

::One hundred and thirteen:: Another golden afternoon. Can I tell you that when we're outside between hours between 3:30 and 5:00, it's just better than anything? Ever? The sun hangs low. Hugo is easy, busy tracking palm trees as they wave in the breeze. Stella runs around with friends. And on this day, she jumped BY HERSELF into a foot and a half of water, which, is a whole new level of achievement.

::One hundred and fourteen:: Westward windows make sunbeams at nap time. 

::One hundred and fifteen:: New goggles give Stella braver batteries.

::One hundred and sixteen:: So, I can NOT get enough of this baby in that hat. 

::One hundred and seventeen:: Swimming lessons have given Stella so much more confidence in the pool. On this Sunday morning, she was happy to paddle around solo while I sat on the deck with Hugo.


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