These pics were supposed to be in the post below, but blogger chucked a hissy fit and wouldn't let me do it.
Monday, 14 July 2008
Hissy Fit
These pics were supposed to be in the post below, but blogger chucked a hissy fit and wouldn't let me do it.
Shinging Armour
We went to the Abbey Medieval Festival on Sunday.
We headed for my parents place in Woodford on Saturday, even though they weren't at home. We got there about 1, settled in, had some lunch, fed the munchkin and were about to head off to do some shopping at Morayfield when we heard voices.
"Lo," quoth I, "is that voices I hear?"
Kelly confirmed that it was so. "Yea."
"That doth sound like my Pa," quoth I, again.
And it did. And low and behold there he was, standing at the back door. Seems that, seeing my mother was actually sick they decided to cut their holiday short and rushed home. It was too late by that stage to cancel the wild party Kel and I had planned, but more on that later.
Anyways, we went shopping and that was exciting.
The next day it was off to the festival. It looked like rain, but that didn't eventuate, thankfully. At least not until we were on our way out the gate (near which we bough a box ful of strawberries. Mmmm, strawberries.)
So anyway, we spent the day wondering the stall, watching some sword fights and
dancing and whatnot. It was great, as usual. Though, as usual, would be much better if I could afford to spend hundreds of dollars buying stuff. All i get to do is look at swords and helms and stuff like that. Not fair. Kel would probably let me buy things but...
We met Josh, Leanne and their boys there. We didn't see them for most of the day, but I'm sure that isn't the point. Apparently Connor spent seven and a half hours (or something like that) pumping a bellows for a blacksmith and was given a hand made arrow head for his efforts. And another story circulating was that Josh was able to draw a 120lb bow (after an embarrassing failure on Saturday) and had an entire hand made arrow as a trophy. I wasn't there so I didn't see it. I have my doubts.
Bayli had a great time. She was lying in the pram for a while. Then she was sleeping. Then she was lying in the pram a bit more. She did a lot of smiling though, so I'm sure she had fun.
Afterwards, Josh and company came back to mum and dads for a slightly overcooked BBQ. The dog was terrified (after being tied up for most of the rest of the day), but apart from her, I think everyone had a good day.
NB: Some accents may have been changed (again) to protect those without funny accents.
We headed for my parents place in Woodford on Saturday, even though they weren't at home. We got there about 1, settled in, had some lunch, fed the munchkin and were about to head off to do some shopping at Morayfield when we heard voices.
"Lo," quoth I, "is that voices I hear?"
Kelly confirmed that it was so. "Yea."
"That doth sound like my Pa," quoth I, again.
And it did. And low and behold there he was, standing at the back door. Seems that, seeing my mother was actually sick they decided to cut their holiday short and rushed home. It was too late by that stage to cancel the wild party Kel and I had planned, but more on that later.
Anyways, we went shopping and that was exciting.
The next day it was off to the festival. It looked like rain, but that didn't eventuate, thankfully. At least not until we were on our way out the gate (near which we bough a box ful of strawberries. Mmmm, strawberries.)
So anyway, we spent the day wondering the stall, watching some sword fights and
dancing and whatnot. It was great, as usual. Though, as usual, would be much better if I could afford to spend hundreds of dollars buying stuff. All i get to do is look at swords and helms and stuff like that. Not fair. Kel would probably let me buy things but...
We met Josh, Leanne and their boys there. We didn't see them for most of the day, but I'm sure that isn't the point. Apparently Connor spent seven and a half hours (or something like that) pumping a bellows for a blacksmith and was given a hand made arrow head for his efforts. And another story circulating was that Josh was able to draw a 120lb bow (after an embarrassing failure on Saturday) and had an entire hand made arrow as a trophy. I wasn't there so I didn't see it. I have my doubts.
Bayli had a great time. She was lying in the pram for a while. Then she was sleeping. Then she was lying in the pram a bit more. She did a lot of smiling though, so I'm sure she had fun.
Afterwards, Josh and company came back to mum and dads for a slightly overcooked BBQ. The dog was terrified (after being tied up for most of the rest of the day), but apart from her, I think everyone had a good day.
NB: Some accents may have been changed (again) to protect those without funny accents.
Friday, 11 July 2008
Window
This photo was taken the same place as the one below. I like it.
There have been three posts today, so don't forget to look at them all... :)
Bamboo Picture
The original photo is in the centre. It was taken in Sydney the weekend Kelly and I got engage. The others have all undergone some fairly basic photoshopping.
This Post Needs a Title
Yes, I know, it's been more than a week but...
Wait. I seem to remember writing something like that that last time. I guess there's no need for me to finish writing it this time then cause you know where I was going. :)
Not a lot has actually been happening. I've slowly been getting into writing, though not the new book. I'm working on the next draft of The Brightest Light which is a good thing, really. Obviously I'm two drafts closer to the end of that than anything else I have at the moment. And, obviously, Orbit still hasn't gotten back to me about Songs of Other Worlds. It has only been about four months so I don't have any reason for complaining yet.
Kel is moving forward with the home daycare thing. She's been busy typing away--personal philosophies and price structures and stuff like that to give to parents. I think she is kinda looking forward to it.
We took Pip to the vet the other day. Apparently there's a chance she has hip dysplasia. That's something that can't be treated except, eventually, with an expensive hip replacement, so let's hope it's something else. We'll be taking her back for x-rays in a couple of months.
In the mean time she's still going through her digging/chewing phase. It's great.
Bayli is going great. The wind isn't as bad as it was-- whether that's because Kel is eating less wheat (thanks for the tip Nicky) or because she's starting to outgrow it is impossible to tell. She's been lying on my knees for the last half an hour happily chatting away and now, all of a sudden, she's started crying for no apparent reason.
The lounge room has been completed. It's done. Well, all but done. Close enough. It's actually been done for a few weeks but we wanted to surprise grandparents with it. Kel's folks have seen it and mine are gallivanting somewhere up near Charters Towers, on their way back from visiting Deb on Lizard Island.
And while they're gallivanting we'll be staying at their house. The Abbey Tournament is on this weekend so we'll be staying there on Saturday night so we only have 1/2 hour or so to drive to the Tourney on Sunday. We will be meeting Josh, Leanne, Hagan, Connor and Cullyn there.
I may have discovered the reason for Bayli's crying... And that reason smells a little bit like poo. I think I may have a job to do...
Wait. I seem to remember writing something like that that last time. I guess there's no need for me to finish writing it this time then cause you know where I was going. :)
Not a lot has actually been happening. I've slowly been getting into writing, though not the new book. I'm working on the next draft of The Brightest Light which is a good thing, really. Obviously I'm two drafts closer to the end of that than anything else I have at the moment. And, obviously, Orbit still hasn't gotten back to me about Songs of Other Worlds. It has only been about four months so I don't have any reason for complaining yet.
Kel is moving forward with the home daycare thing. She's been busy typing away--personal philosophies and price structures and stuff like that to give to parents. I think she is kinda looking forward to it.
We took Pip to the vet the other day. Apparently there's a chance she has hip dysplasia. That's something that can't be treated except, eventually, with an expensive hip replacement, so let's hope it's something else. We'll be taking her back for x-rays in a couple of months.
In the mean time she's still going through her digging/chewing phase. It's great.
Bayli is going great. The wind isn't as bad as it was-- whether that's because Kel is eating less wheat (thanks for the tip Nicky) or because she's starting to outgrow it is impossible to tell. She's been lying on my knees for the last half an hour happily chatting away and now, all of a sudden, she's started crying for no apparent reason.
The lounge room has been completed. It's done. Well, all but done. Close enough. It's actually been done for a few weeks but we wanted to surprise grandparents with it. Kel's folks have seen it and mine are gallivanting somewhere up near Charters Towers, on their way back from visiting Deb on Lizard Island.
And while they're gallivanting we'll be staying at their house. The Abbey Tournament is on this weekend so we'll be staying there on Saturday night so we only have 1/2 hour or so to drive to the Tourney on Sunday. We will be meeting Josh, Leanne, Hagan, Connor and Cullyn there.
I may have discovered the reason for Bayli's crying... And that reason smells a little bit like poo. I think I may have a job to do...
Wednesday, 25 June 2008
Cats and Dogs
Yes, I know, it's been more than a week. If you don't like it then don't read... :)
Anyway.
We had a kitten. Sort of. For a night. Kel was in the kitchen the other night and said, "Forsooth, is that a kitten I hear?"
I didn't know what was going on with the strange accent but I went out on the deck to look. And I discovered a kitten shaped patch in the darkness that was making kitten like sounds. I went back in side and informed Kelly of my observations. And that, we thought, was the end of that.
Until, five minutes later, a tiny black kitten came marching in through the doggy door as if it owned the place. It proceeded to spend the next ten minutes wandering around investigating things and climbing on our (thankfully, old and tatty) lounge. Pip was very excited to say the least.
Eventually, Kelly took the tiny, very cute kitten and put it out on the street, hoping it would carry on with it journey and make its way home. Five minutes later, it came back. It sat on the deck for a while eating Pip's dinner and pretty much ignoring her attempts at play. So, I took it and dumped it over the fence right away from the door. And five minutes later...
So, I dumped the tiny black kitten out the back door, hoping it would wander away. And five minutes later...
So I tried again. And closed the door (with Pip inside) and the curtains.
And five minutes later, as I was washing up, the tiny, annoying black kitten climbed up on the BBQ and sat there watching me through the window. I closed the blinds and turned off the lights. Be very very quiet...
About an hour later I put Pip out for the night and found the tiny, annoying stalker kitten in the dog kennel.
I took the damn cat and put it over the neighbour's fence, hoping it would be distracted by the lights over there. And five minutes later... Nothing.
Huh, I won't be out smarted by a tiny, very cute black kitten.
Of course it was on the back deck the next morning.
We took it to the RSPCA. The chick there said the kitten was very thin and had probably been roaming on its own for some time. Hopefully somebody gives the little bugger a home, though apparently not many people take the black ones. It was very cute though.
Oh well.
In more animal news, we were taking Pip for a walk through the park the other day. We generally let her off the leash to wander around on her own. This day, she saw some ducks and trotted a bit closer for a look. The ducks decided, for whatever reason, they wanted to be somewhere else at that time and took off. Pip thought duck hunting looked like a fun sport and head down, ears back, took off in pursuit.
The trouble was, the ducks took off from a pond. The trouble was, the pond was covered with weeds, so it looked green and solid to gullible young puppies (ok she's seven months old but still...).
Dogs normally belly flop if they want to jump into water. Pip went nose first and surfaced a couple of meters out in the water. Thankfully she worked out quickly enough that she could swim and headed for shore. She came out feeling sorry for herself but none the worse for wear.
Kel and I had fun.
Othe rthan that... Bayli's doing great. Kelly is going to be doing Home Day Care. And... Thant's all, I think.
Anyway.
We had a kitten. Sort of. For a night. Kel was in the kitchen the other night and said, "Forsooth, is that a kitten I hear?"
I didn't know what was going on with the strange accent but I went out on the deck to look. And I discovered a kitten shaped patch in the darkness that was making kitten like sounds. I went back in side and informed Kelly of my observations. And that, we thought, was the end of that.
Until, five minutes later, a tiny black kitten came marching in through the doggy door as if it owned the place. It proceeded to spend the next ten minutes wandering around investigating things and climbing on our (thankfully, old and tatty) lounge. Pip was very excited to say the least.
Eventually, Kelly took the tiny, very cute kitten and put it out on the street, hoping it would carry on with it journey and make its way home. Five minutes later, it came back. It sat on the deck for a while eating Pip's dinner and pretty much ignoring her attempts at play. So, I took it and dumped it over the fence right away from the door. And five minutes later...
So, I dumped the tiny black kitten out the back door, hoping it would wander away. And five minutes later...
So I tried again. And closed the door (with Pip inside) and the curtains.
And five minutes later, as I was washing up, the tiny, annoying black kitten climbed up on the BBQ and sat there watching me through the window. I closed the blinds and turned off the lights. Be very very quiet...
About an hour later I put Pip out for the night and found the tiny, annoying stalker kitten in the dog kennel.
I took the damn cat and put it over the neighbour's fence, hoping it would be distracted by the lights over there. And five minutes later... Nothing.
Huh, I won't be out smarted by a tiny, very cute black kitten.
Of course it was on the back deck the next morning.
We took it to the RSPCA. The chick there said the kitten was very thin and had probably been roaming on its own for some time. Hopefully somebody gives the little bugger a home, though apparently not many people take the black ones. It was very cute though.
Oh well.
In more animal news, we were taking Pip for a walk through the park the other day. We generally let her off the leash to wander around on her own. This day, she saw some ducks and trotted a bit closer for a look. The ducks decided, for whatever reason, they wanted to be somewhere else at that time and took off. Pip thought duck hunting looked like a fun sport and head down, ears back, took off in pursuit.
The trouble was, the ducks took off from a pond. The trouble was, the pond was covered with weeds, so it looked green and solid to gullible young puppies (ok she's seven months old but still...).
Dogs normally belly flop if they want to jump into water. Pip went nose first and surfaced a couple of meters out in the water. Thankfully she worked out quickly enough that she could swim and headed for shore. She came out feeling sorry for herself but none the worse for wear.
Kel and I had fun.
Othe rthan that... Bayli's doing great. Kelly is going to be doing Home Day Care. And... Thant's all, I think.
Monday, 16 June 2008
Lounge rooms and Tracky-daks
Scott writes...
I was changing Bayli's nappy the other day and managed to put her tracky-daks on back to front-- I had the pockets at the back instead of the front. Of course, this does beg the question... Why does a two month old baby need a track suit and, on the slim chance she is going to go for a run or for a workout at the gym, what the hell is she going to put in her pockets?
Anyways...
Bayli's jaundice seems to be clearing up but she's still getting wind really bad. Most babies grow out of that by about three months, apparently... Only about three weeks to go. She starting to try to talk now, making sounds other than just crying and grunting. She's also starting to smile a lot more. It's very cool.
Other than that, the renovations are starting to get somewhere now. I'm doing the final tidy up on the plaster at the moment then it's just painting to go. Woo hoo. Can't wait. It will be nice to be able to do a couple of reasonably little jobs. The wardrobe in the main bedroom. A couple of short stretches of fence. None of these projects really effect our quality of living (unlike not having a lounge room) so they don't have to be done straight away. Then, of course, the bedroom has to be done sometime as well. That involves plastering as well, but it should be reasonably easy compared to the lounge room. Thank god.
We went down to Brisbane the last weekend. It was Bayli's first time out of Nanango and Kingaroy. Some of Kel's friends visited on Saturday. Then we went and visited Jason and Mil on Sunday. It was great.
And Aunite Deborah visited from Lizard Island a little while ago. She met Bayli for the first time.
She met Pip for the first time too, actually. And speaking of Pip, she's taken up plying soccer. We bought her a ball and she loves it-- mainly because she can't pick it up so she pushes it around the yard with her nose until she's too exhausted to run any more. It's great. I don't have to do a thing.
That's all for now. I've decided to try to post at least once a week. We'll see how that goes.
I was changing Bayli's nappy the other day and managed to put her tracky-daks on back to front-- I had the pockets at the back instead of the front. Of course, this does beg the question... Why does a two month old baby need a track suit and, on the slim chance she is going to go for a run or for a workout at the gym, what the hell is she going to put in her pockets?
Anyways...
Bayli's jaundice seems to be clearing up but she's still getting wind really bad. Most babies grow out of that by about three months, apparently... Only about three weeks to go. She starting to try to talk now, making sounds other than just crying and grunting. She's also starting to smile a lot more. It's very cool.
Other than that, the renovations are starting to get somewhere now. I'm doing the final tidy up on the plaster at the moment then it's just painting to go. Woo hoo. Can't wait. It will be nice to be able to do a couple of reasonably little jobs. The wardrobe in the main bedroom. A couple of short stretches of fence. None of these projects really effect our quality of living (unlike not having a lounge room) so they don't have to be done straight away. Then, of course, the bedroom has to be done sometime as well. That involves plastering as well, but it should be reasonably easy compared to the lounge room. Thank god.
We went down to Brisbane the last weekend. It was Bayli's first time out of Nanango and Kingaroy. Some of Kel's friends visited on Saturday. Then we went and visited Jason and Mil on Sunday. It was great.
And Aunite Deborah visited from Lizard Island a little while ago. She met Bayli for the first time.
She met Pip for the first time too, actually. And speaking of Pip, she's taken up plying soccer. We bought her a ball and she loves it-- mainly because she can't pick it up so she pushes it around the yard with her nose until she's too exhausted to run any more. It's great. I don't have to do a thing.
That's all for now. I've decided to try to post at least once a week. We'll see how that goes.
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