stealth duck
Sunday, April 30, 2006
Taken at Staglands a couple of months back.
blogorrhoea*
odds
wet liberality
vicarious butchitude
fratboy yuks
culture i don't have time to digest
the mothership
newzuld
Klezmer Rebs
sods
tallpoppy
blog from a broad
eat your words
from the morgue
spleen
diaspora
turquoise
additiverich
utterly otterly
maire
the little professor
tallpoppy pics
flickr pics
about
previously, in h-blog
Archives
August 2005
September 2005
October 2005
November 2005
December 2005
January 2006
February 2006
March 2006
April 2006
May 2006
June 2006
July 2006
August 2006
September 2006
October 2006
November 2006
December 2006
January 2007
February 2007
March 2007
April 2007
May 2007
June 2007
July 2007
August 2007
September 2007
October 2007
November 2007
December 2007
January 2008
February 2008
March 2008
April 2008
May 2008
June 2008
*logorrhoea n pathologically excessive and often incoherent talkativeness or wordiness, prolixity [Gr logos word + roia flow, stream]
blogorrhoea n online manifestation of the above
i really loved the skilful way...
Saturday, April 29, 2006
Rebecca beats the other girls to the bride's bouquet. Taken at Cat's wedding in Tauranga in February.
aftermath of a crêpe
Friday, April 28, 2006
Taken in Geneva last September.
We do wash her face occasionally, honest.
happiness is...
Thursday, April 27, 2006
a jar of Marmite and a spoon.
This one was actually taken in Auckland last October, shortly after our return home. I have now uploaded the million or so photos we've taken since then to the server (and even some taken before we left the UK), and will drip-feed them onto this site in due course. Honest.
right champion
Sunday, April 23, 2006
All hail and a big Antipodean shoutout to Scarlet, who included in the package of splendid things for Becca's birthday a packet of Yorkshire teabags for her delighted and appreciative parents. What a star.
not to be read before lunch
Monday, April 10, 2006
My brother, who has a young daughter around Becca's age, just sent me the following email:
'On Saturday, I was in a shopping mall with Evelyn when she piped up "Daddy shoulders!", so I hoisted her up to sit on my shoulders while we walked along.
A few minutes later, we entered a supermarket. Right at this moment, she went "Bluuurgghhh!" and vomited all over my head, through my hair, on my glasses and onto the floor. Amazingly, she missed my clothes. "My daughter just vomited on your floor" I said to a passing staff member, pointing (perhaps unnecessarily) at the steaming pile in the entrance way. You could clearly see chunks of the banana she'd had for breakfast. "Goodbye", I added as we made our exit. A smelly ride home followed.
It was a glorious time on the planet Earth.'
It's the way he tells them.
for love alone
Have finally - finally - finished, and sent off, what's more! - the Christina Stead biog. What with buying, moving and unpacking, semi-part-time Bug-wrangling and nursing through various childcare-related ailments, (not to mention the various tasty editorial projects Maire keeps putting my way) it's been a long time coming. At a rate of approx ten words per day, if I've done my sums right. Still, it's done now, and there are only eight left to knock off by year's end. In the meantime, fetch me a large pile of laurels and a double flat white.
the zot button
Sunday, April 09, 2006
Don't get me started on nursery germs. After coming down with croup in the middle of her second birthday party three weeks ago, Rebecca was restored to health for approximately 48 hours before being stricken down with another bubbling, fretful lurgy. And last night while she was staying at her nana's she was found to have a mysterious rash. There's chicken pox going around at the daycare centre too. (Fortunately, nana's a doctor.)
To think I used to brag about her iron constitution: clearly I am being punished for my hubris. Happens all the time.
Hosted our inaugural curry night last night: in attendance were Svend and Celeste, Maire and Rodger. Made cardamom chicken, sag aloo and dahl, put the extendy bit in the middle of the dining table, and lingered over it in light yet somewhat profane conversation. Fortunately Rebecca's tender young ears were protected by distance - about a kilometre, most of it vertical. Must remember to go and pick her up. Might go back to bed and read for a bit first though.
just a little green
Friday, April 07, 2006
(Yes, I know we've been unremittingly slack about posting photos of Rebecca. But to be fair, we have been a bit busy lately.)
More soon, I promise...
baby einstein
Becca just picked up a stray Z-shaped metal fitting* from the study windowsill. 'Thassa TWO!' she declared triumphantly, brandishing it at me. I had to agree: it does look like a 2. We've been seeing a lot of those lately, mostly on birthday cards.
According to my father, when I was very young I spent some time gazing at the pairs of handles on a chest of drawers before sagely pronouncing that three twos were six. At the time, this precocious observation promised much, but sadly it represented the zenith of my mathematical aptitude. Still, I have a sneaking suspicion Becca's smarter than me. Much smarter.
*Don't worry, it wasn't a particularly pointy fitting.
as geeky as it's likely to get
Thursday, April 06, 2006
What happens when you inadvertently grant your toddler several minutes unsupervised access to your PC? Why, Sticky Keys, of course!