MY FRIEND SOPHIE

Yesterday, Mum and I went to Aunty Stacey's house for morning tea. Aunty Megan and my new friend Sophie came too. (Again, I realise these women aren't my real Aunties...)

Sophie is very clever - she can crawl, eats solid stuff and can even pull herself up to stand. I hope I am that good one day! We had a great play while the older chicks talked and talked and talked. They didn't seem to be at all bored without their husbands there...

Anyway, I can't wait to see Sophie again. I'm sure it won't be long until we are getting up to all kinds of mischief together. I have some plans involving Dad's home entertainment equipment, but don't tell him.

Hannah

THE MAGIC CHAIR

I have a little advice for all of you playing at home. It's for those of you who have a little baby, are expecting a little baby or for those who think there is even a remote possibility that you may one day have a baby.

Now I'm a pretty mellow kid as far as most things go, but I occasionally like to test my mum and dad by chucking a bit of a wobbly or by staying awake until I am so ridiculously tired that I can't sleep (I know, too tired to sleep? Sounds crazy but I know you know what I mean). The only problem is that they have discovered a secret weapon in this battle - the Magic Chair.

The Magic Chair was a present from Aunty Mel and Uncle Jamie (I know they aren't my real Aunty and Uncle, but it sounds cute). It is a rocker that has a comfy chair and animals to look at, but the real secret to it is the vibrate function. When it's on I just can't seem to be grumpy. Come to think of it, I can't even seem to stay awake! It's great for sitting in to watch the golf (my new favourite show) and Mum and I have some great chats while I am in the chair.

So my advice for all of you is to get one of these! I think there is a niche market for the development of one of these chairs for adults - I'll have to get onto that.

Must go, Mum is trying to explain the rules of cricket to me. I get most of them, but this follow-on business is tricky.

Go Aussies!

Hannah

A BUSY WEEK

Boy, am I tired! You see I have had a very busy week as Mum has continued to drag me from pillar to post. We started with a bit of a rest on Monday - lots of reading and smiling and drinking and pooing at home. Then on Tuesday, Mum dragged me along to the obstetrician for her 6 week check up. Nana came too and looked after me while Mum was in with the doctor and he was very happy with how she is going.

Then on Wednesday, we hung around at home while Mum waited for our new lounges to be delivered. Mum was so excited when they arrived in the afternoon, but when they wouldn't fit through any of the doors she seemed to be a lot less excited. Now we're waiting for Uncle Trav to come and visit on the weekend so he and Dad can take them from their current home in the garage and try to fit them through the dining room window - good luck with that mission!!! I'll let you know when the lounges are finally in the lounge room!

And Thursday was my most busy day. I had a morning apointment with the pediatrician - my 6 week check up. He said that I was the longest he had seen at my age, feels good to be a record holder! He said that I was perfect and that my mum and dad should be very proud. I am in the 97th percentile for my weight (5.81kg) and have shot off the top of the graph for length (61cm). While we were in his office at Murdoch, Mum got a text message from Nana saying that she and Grandad were downstairs in the emergency room - Grandad had kidney stones! But he's all good now. Then we went up to visit my new boyfriend Dylan. He's Mum's friend Alison's little baby. He only weighed 6 pound 1 ounce and was very, very cute.

So as you can imagine I am very tired, not to mention the massive projectile vomit I just did - it was the biggest Mum has ever seen and she has seen a fair bit of spew in her time! I think I'll go and have a lie down - I think Mum should have one too, she's looking a little weary...

Love and kisses,

Hannah

AT 6 WEEKS

So, despite my parents' obvious lack of experience in child rearing, I have made it to 6 weeks of age and am doing pretty well. I have started holding my own head up, although sometimes I get a bit tired and lose control - I look a bit like my Grandad when he is falling asleep on the lounge! I am holding a rattle when it's given to me and am just starting to reach out and touch things that I want to get my hands on. You know, toys, Mum's shirt, Johnno when he comes close enough...

I have also started to smile, aside from the obvious farting grins. I don't quite understand why, but the first two times I tried it, Mum cried. What a giant girl! What she doesn't realise is that I am smiling because she sounds like such a dork when she talks to me - and she said she would never talk like that to a baby. But I do like that we have started reading books together now. Dorothy the Dinosaur sure gets up to some exciting adventures. I just can't wait to hear more!

I have grown out of the 000 size clothes and am now into the 00. I am off to the pediatrician next week and to see the child health nurse too. I'll let you know how I go. Mum and Dad say I grow in length every day and have really chubbed up - they can talk!!

So that's what's happening with me at the moment. Gran and Pop Mark have gone back to Brisbane and I miss them a lot. My Nana and Grandad come down to visit often - I really like it when they come and I know Johnno appreciates the attention too!

I'm off to spend some more time with Dad - I miss him when he is at work so I have to make the most of the weekends. No one cuddles like my Dad!

Love,

Hannah

PRESSIES #1

Dad has decided that it would be a good idea for me to put some pics of me using the pressies I got for my 0 birthday on the blog site. Now I think this sounds good in theory, but I received so many presents that it might be a fairly slow process - hence the #1 part of the title.

So in these first 2 pictures you can see the lovely Pooh lounge that Ricky and Laura bought for me and the funky little overalls and one of the jumpsuits from Trav and Veronica. You can also see my new preferred sleeping position for during the day.

Time to go, apologies for the hand gesture and also for the excessive posting - buy hey, I'm still new and the novelty hasn't worn off yet!

Hugs and kisses,

Hannah

BATH TIME

My dad has taken on the job of bathing - kind of glad about that, I mean you saw in my previous post just what a gumby my mum is at the whole baby handling thing. Not sure she could be trusted with me in the bath!

It seems that after a pretty shaky start to the whole naked and immersed in water situation, I am really starting to enjoy bath time. The picture to the left was taken when I was just 4 days old and was still in hospital. It was a nervous time for Dad, but he did a very good job.

The other picture was taken when I was 5 weeks old - you can see that I am enjoying myself a lot more and Dad is even brave enough to go for the roll over on to my front! I am getting a little too big for the laundry trough and think it's a great idea to push off one end with my feet. Unfortunately I haven't quite put it together that this bashes my head into the other end.

Well, time to go and have a bath. I think I may add a little lavender tonight, just because I am special and I deserve it!

Hannah

UNCLE PAUL'S VISIT

How good are these pictures! When Uncle Paul first came to visit, he brought his wicked new camera with him. I hear he took nearly 200 photos - not sure if he needed to take that many to get a good one, or if I'm just so good looking that he couldn't help it... I'm going to assume the latter.

Now they say babies don't smile until at least 6 weeks old and if they do then it's just wind, but take a look at this pic and tell me that's not a smile! And besides, who doesn't have a bit of a chuckle when someone lets one rip...

Better go, Mum has decided to have a beer tonight so I better go and chase up a feed before it sends her to sleep!

Hannah

EARLY PICS

I know I'm going back in time a little bit, but I thought I would post some of the photos taken when I was in hospital. This first picture is of my mum when she 'wasn't in labour'. Yes, that is the sad, sad image of a woman bent over in pain - if only she knew how much worse it was going to get... About 10 minutes later, Dad actually managed to convince her that they were real labour pains and we were off to the hospital.

The picture above is of me sleeping in my hospital cot. It was pretty comfy, but I really don't like having my hands and arms all wrapped up - I am an absolute jet at wriggling them out.

The picture to the left shows just how retarded Mum actually was at handling me at first. This is a particularly pathetic attempt to burp me. Don't worry, she is much better at it now.

Anyway, better go - Mum is getting ready for bed so that means I am too.

Hannah

MY FIRST ENTRY

So here I am. Mum has decided that I needed a blog page so that the people who don't get to see me very often can keep tabs on how I'm going. I think it's a little excessive, but I'm not really big enough to argue yet!

As I write this post I am about 3 and a half weeks old - yes, I know I have excellent fine motor skills for a newborn, not to mention my outstanding literary ability. Mum and Dad seem pretty impressed with me. I am feeding well every 3 or 4 hours and am gaining weight at about 1 and a half the average rate. I still wake up a couple of times a night for a feed, but am pretty good at going back to sleep straight away.

I have been absolutely spoiled with presents and visitors and best wishes and I'm pretty stoked at the moment because my Daddy is on holidays and my Gran is visiting from Brisbane. My Pop is coming to visit soon too, he'll be here on the weekend. I can't wait to meet him!

Anyway, I'd better go and do some more sleeping and pooing but I'll post again soon.

Hugs and kisses,

Hannah.