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Wednesday, February 11, 2009
He used to LOVE "The bebby". As soon as Aunty Bess walked in the door he would proclaim very loudly "My bebby?" and clamber up onto the couch and assume the baby
This also happened on the next few occasions we spent time with Aunty Bess and Bebby.
Everyone commented on how much he loved him. How cute it was.
I'm not sure there will be many more cuddles (I'm sure there will be bruises, scrapes and fights over footies) so I had to share this photo before Tobes tries to ship him back off to his home planet in an Australia Post prepaid satchel marked "Return to Sender".
Sunday, February 1, 2009
Saturday, January 24, 2009
Friday, January 23, 2009
When Tobi was born the first thing I noticed was his beautiful milky white skin. I thought it was his Finnish/Irish blood from Tim's side.
I took these photos of him this morning and had to laugh at his tan line and the contrast between his milky whiteness and his tanned lil arms! Beth calls it his tshirt tan! So here's the pic before I converted it to B&W.
School friends calling…gossiping. Eventually the inevitable “boy talk”. Me battling to get her to hang up every night.
Well…I was wrong! At least for now!
It seems our telephone is an extension of my young lads arm! He has to call Grandad and Gigi at least once (sometimes half a dozen) times a day!
Tim must’ve been worried about our phone bill because he’s even started dialing a wrong number just so Tobi can talk to the lady who ever so politely tells him to “Please check the number and try again, you have not been charged for this call!”.
Tobi knows that lady quite well, I’m sure they are on a first name basis by now!
Grandad and Gigi even call him when they are just around the corner in the car when coming to visit! They beep the horn and watch as he races to the door! Listening to his excited squeal, best of both worlds you see! They get to hear and see his reaction to their impending visit!
Poor Tobes is quite perplexed by the whole “beeping” situation though. He hears a car beeping during the day, races off to grab the phone, brings it to me and says “Beeps, Gandad!!”
He assumes he can just pick up the phone after hearing a beep and that Gandad and Gigi will magically appear! Everyone thinks this is hilarious... poor boy.
He’ll talk to anyone really. We quite often have him running around the house gibbergabbering to somebody on the other line. Sometimes we even forget he’s on there and half an hour later the person is ever so kindly trying to tell him to give the phone to Mummy and Daddy or hang up! There’s only so much
Russian "Tobi babble" one can take in a single sitting!!
He loves ringing Daddy at work! I’ve trained him well! He calls Daddy and says “Miss Ooo Daddy!” and Tim’s favourite just before the end of the call “Lub Ooo Daddy”.
He tells anyone who will listen all about his tchucks and cars. Oooh but his favourite topic is “the jump”.
“The jump” is the best present Santa has ever given! The trampoline provides hours of entertainment, although I must admit it’s not such a godsend at 7am when my eyes are ever so heavy and all I want to do is crawl back into bed but the boy is chipper and shouting “JUMP, MUMMY JUMPS!!!” as he bangs at the backdoor.
He’s a smart boy though, has some great multi-tasking talent! He has learnt to combine his two favourite things! Jumping on the trampoline and talking on the phone!
I guess I shall let him make the most of it, in three or four years he won’t even get a look-in where the phone is concerned (when the boy talk comes-a-knocking). Maybe I should start saving for the surgery to have them separated now!
OOoooh and I just had an excellent idea for those annoying telemarketers that we can never understand and who don't take no for an answer! I can just pop Tobi on the phone and he can talk to them for hours! Best thing..it doesn't cost us a thing and they just won't be able to get rid of him!! Genius!
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
I'm dieting so I just drooled all over myself and poked my eyes out with a blunt stick. *sigh*
Thursday, January 15, 2009
Only one thing was taken and they were kind enough to leave something in return.
I was thinking about posting a sign around the neighbourhood asking if anybody had seen it, maybe offering a reward. But I kinda like what they left in it's place more!!! Shhhh!!!
Must've been gypsys or fairies, whatever it was, it did it quietly!
What was it that they took??!
Why don't I want him back??? BECAUSE THEY LEFT ONE THAT SLEEPS! Alllllllllllllllllll the way through the night. Oh how nice the sweet sound of silence is all night long.
Those who know Tobi know that he's never been a good sleeper! He has had a night here or there where we thought he was becoming a reformed man but alas it wasn't to be! When he was born the doctor couldn't believe the scream on him. Nor could the rest of the hospital!! I think his exact words were "He's going to like being heard".
And he does! At 1am, 3am, 5am, 5:30am.
Ok, maybe not quite that bad, but there has been many a night at 2am where nothing but Ellen Degeneres or taking him outside to look at the stars has been able to calm him down.
Maybe it was the return of "beaaaaaaar" that did it.
Beaaaaaaaaaar is Tobi's longlost rabbit that we never even noticed was missing. Taylah found a rabbit at Gigi and Gandad's house and claimed it was Tobi's most favourite teddy EVER and that she must return it at once! Gigi even offered for it to stay at her house but Taylah was quite adamant that she must not return home without him!
I can't even remember the rabbit. Tim couldn't remember the rabbit! Noone remembered the rabbit. Surely he couldn't have been TOO attached to it, right?!
Well the rabbit came home and it was like Tobi had been reunited with his long lost best friend!! He hasn't put it down all week! It's been on the trampoline, to the shop (where Tobi taught him the finer art of flirting with checkout chicks! Hrmm I wonder where Tobi learnt that from?!), he's been for drives in Daddy's Car and he's even had a swing! So it seems Taylah was right! And we are horrible parents who didn't even know our son was missing his most dearest friend! LOL Start calling DOCS people!
Maybe he has just "grown out of it". Took him long enough!!
So you think we would be all refreshed and revitalised. No. The bags under the eyes have remained. We keep staying up til 2am blogging, photo editing, game playing and watching TV! But that's gotta stop!
So here's to more sleep and just a note to those fairies who took my other son..
If you return him I will pull off your wings, tickle your toes til you're physically ill and as an added bonus I will superglue matchsticks from your upper to lower eyelids, forcing you to keep your eyes open for all of eternity. Sounds nice, eh? So does more sleep :)
Oh and Timmi, thankyou for doing more than your share of the resettles! I'd be a basketcase without you! Love you xox :)
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
My computer was getting a much needed vaycay with Gandad (Yes I'm aware that I'm missing an "r") Hiski who has cured him (only a male would cause me so much grief) of all his ailments!!
Thankyou Hiski :) I owe you and Gigi "Tobi Time" as a form of payment!
I had a little vaycay myself. From cyberspace! My house has never been so clean *gasp*
And just because I need a photo to accompany this entry and I tried to take a photo of my clean floors but the gleam was just too much for my camera to handle ;) ..here is an extra yummy, totally gorgeous..scrumdiddiddlyumptious baby that I could just about eat...
(But I wouldn't)
(I'd just squeeze his cheeks really hard)
(Hrmm maybe that's why he doesn't like me, but that's a whole nother post)
Isn't my nephew divine?
I'll be back very soon with more than cute babies! Or maybe just cute babies and more...
Thursday, January 8, 2009
(Excuse the look on my face, I was trying to get Tobi to do his "cheesy grin")
Love you Tim! Thanks for a wonderful 3 weeks :)
Wednesday, January 7, 2009
This is the one I took from today..(Oh Alyce I found your headband up near the pool so I borrowed it especially for this shoot! Hope you don't mind LOL)
Anyway, Timmi apparently loves it. But..he has a serious case of not thinking before he speaks LOL, or rather what he's saying doesn't come out just right.
So this was our convo as we were cleaning the table once Gigi and Gandad had left this evening..
Tim : "Babe you look like Mary Magdaline in that photo"
Me : *blank stare*
Both keep cleaning...
about 30 seconds later...
Tim : "She was a prostitute, you know?"
Me : *Throws teatowel at him*
Tim : *giggles insanely and mutters about it not meaning what it sounded like he was saying*
Anyone who knows me well, knows that I HATE birds. Little birds are fine. It’s the big ones that really freak me out.
It’s not an irrational fear either. There is a reason for it. A very good reason.
When I was young, my Uncle Barney (no his real name isn’t Barney! It’s Greg) and my Granny took me to feed some birds. Someone must have been equipped with a camera to document the occasion, cute little girl with pigtails feeding the big friendly giants (well giant to a three year old) because here it is….
How cute, right? WRONG. THAT..nasty number right there almost took off my arm. I was innocently holding out a piece of bread for the evil sucker to feed on and it swallowed my arm! It didn’t just take a little nibble. I can still recall feeling my hand at the back of his slimey throat. The blood curling screams…the blood (ok maybe I’m exaggerating now).
Pelican’s also eat ducks I’ll have you know!! Check out this video clip for PROOF!
So you can see why I’m now petrified of any bird bigger than a duck! I think they are all on some evil mission to frighten every small child in existence, which was proven when we took Tobi to Lake Monger yesterday! I needed some inspiration for my “photo a day” for 365 so what better than some pretty wildlife?! We had been out of the car all of five minutes when Tobi was railroaded by a big goose on a mission to get whatever I was carrying (my camera). He obviously thought it was bread. It WASN’T (Tim was carrying that bag lol). But yes he nearly knocked over the poor Tobesmeister on his way! So already we were off to a bad start..
To solidify my bigibirdophobia, as we were leaving a big swan walked up to him and just PECKED him. Right on the chest! Tobi didn’t flinch, he just looked at it like “Eh! What was that?” He is tough, but I rest my case. Birds…of the big variety are evil.
Tuesday, January 6, 2009
This post is all his fault.
I made my better half, Timmi a banana cake. I cut it up all pretty like, popped it on a plate..drizzled it with the bestest ever homemade Baileys sauce *Thanks Doobie* and then topped it with icecream, sprinkles and freshly cut up banana!
I may not be the perfect housewifey, far from it actually..just ask my mother who recently offered to iron Tim's workshirts!! Little did she realise I had about 70 shirts backed up that I so uneagerly *cough*
So tonights specialty was homemade banana cake fresh out of the oven, topped with icecream, banana, Doobie's extra awesome Baileys sauce and a few sprinkles thrown on for good measure.
I was just telling my lovely father about it on Skype. His reaction..."n" (nice) No, not even the four. whole. letters. Just the one "n". Uggh.
That is all. Hardly the jealous response I was looking for. As my brother wasn't around (who would have provided a much better ranking on the jealousy scale) and all my sister had to offer was "ewwwwwwwww bananas" *sigh* that means all you innocent banana loving people must suffer.
So yes blame the Pa. He deserves it! (Don't worry Dad, I still love you :))
Oh and this is Doobbie's Homemade Bailey's Sauce. Did I mention how utterly mouthwatering it is? The best present ever? Which is FAMOUS as of now! *wink wink*
Doobie can we have 10 more bottles? *batters eyelashes* ;)
I'z is missin you berry much while you'se gone. Buts I is also enjoying myself with your stuff.
Mum and Dadsie took sum pictchas of me enjoyin your stuff. I hope you like dem.
I was never a girly girl as a kid. I’m still not overly girly now..although I’d like to be..I’m just not. Don’t get me wrong, I wear makeup and skirts. I brush my hair!! I don’t get around like a bogan in jeans and a flannel shirt (not that there's anything wrong with that!!), I’m just not the epitomy of girly.
My daughter must take after me *sigh*
How I would love to have a girly daughter! I have dreams of pink, pink and more pink! Ballet lessons, gorgeous dresses, ruffles, bows…
And while she will wear those things and most of the time she is dressed rather “girly” she is most happy in a pair of shorts and a singlet. She loves kicking a ball and getting dirty in the yard! Loves experiments and finding out how things work. Collecting bugs in tissue boxes for me to find weeks later curled up and
I shouldn’t complain though (and I don’t…I just keep stuffing her closet to the brim with the most gorgeous Pumpkin Patch dresses ever created! and buying her Barbies that she never, ever plays with) because also like her mother ;) she inherited my smarts (where else would she get it from? ;))
She’s soooo clever! And I know every parent says that about their child, but it’s true! It’s not suprising really, she talks and has done since she was 18 months, like it’s going out of fashion. She’s constantly asking questions! Some of them at really inappropriate times like at 20 months we were on the train and there was an African man opposite us and she pointed and said (loud enough for him to hear) “Mum why does that man look like Sooty?” *cringe* Or…the time we were in the park and there was a larger lady have lunch and as the woman walked past us to put her rubbish in the bin she piped up with “Mummy, why doesn’t that lady have ankles?” *sigh*
So yes it can get her (or me) into trouble and it does drive me a bit crazy but I really do love the fact that she is so inquisitive!
The reason for this post…
I dressed up my poor daughter into a fairy outfit on New Years Day, put a tiara on her head, flowers in her hair and sat her under a rose bush in my garden. She hated every moment of it and we even had to negotiate how many shots I had left at the end. I got what I wanted..a beautiful picture and also got punished in the form of a massive thorn stuck in my foot that Tim had to dig out (I’m sure they were all grinning about it later!)
The final result for your viewing pleasure…
Monday, January 5, 2009
Ever since Tobi was a baby he has had what seems to be an inbuilt fascination with anything that goes "Brrrrrrrrrrooooooom".
It isn't limited. He loves cars, tchucks (trucks), bikes, bups (busses) and planes! Not a car trip goes by that we don't hear a little "Ooooooooooh" from the backseat. Followed by "Airplam" or "Tchucks Daddy, tchucks!"
He must have a super-ultra-dooper sense of sight (Tim claims he must be one of the Heroes *rollseyes*) because it only has to be a miniscule spot in the sky that sets him off! Quite often we are all hunting for a good two or three minutes before we can see it too.
It started with planes or Airplams as Tobes calls them. As a baby he would point to them in the sky and squeal in delight. Then when he started walking if Gigi & Gandad were visiting he only had to hear one (again he must have super-sonic hearing, because we don't hear them) and off he bolts, dragging Gandad by the hand out into the backyard to show him! He is quite fond of the odd toptar (helicopter) too!
We were out and about one weekend and the Red Bull air race training was on! The planes were doing loops, spins and we had a front row seat! Tobi would love it! Or so we assumed. We lay out a rug and sat to watch when the first plane LOUDLY whizzed past. He freaked right out! Screamed, jumped into my arms and buried his head in my chest where he firmly remained put the entire time. Eyes clamped shut. He shook like a leaf. No amount of coaxing would get him to look at those airplams! So we left..
And that has just about been the demise of the airplam obsession! Naughty Mummy and Daddy!
Then it was tchucks but now.. it's cars! But mostly "DADDY'S CAR!!!" Tim only has to say "Keys" and Tobi is blowing me kisses goodbye and shouting "Etttts Go!!!" He races outside and puts the key in the lock and waits eagerly for Daddy to put him in his seat. He LOVES being in the car. Every white car we see is "DADDY'S CAR!!" His white dinky cars are..you guessed it.."DADDY'S CAR"
Every afternoon that Tim pulls up he runs to the door squealing "Daaaaaaaadddddddddy!!!!" I'm not sure if it's Daddy he's glad to see.. or Daddy's car ;)
So there is the story behind our new blog’s title :) We hope to write in it often and share some photos of the family that I capture on my new baby (Canon 400D) that I scored for Christmas!
So here's to an uneventful (of the cursed kind - but more on that later) but super special 2009 :)
We hope you enjoy!
<3 Cat, Tim, Taylah and Tobes!