Still in New Zealand...

...but Dad wanted to show off a few more pictures.

Yes... I do occasionally sleep. Not quite sure what the fascination is for the parents, but I can't tell you how many times I've woken up to find them peering over the edge of my cot. It's creepy enough when they do it without a camera! I hope they grow out of it soon...

Dad put my arms up so they rested on an invisible table. I'm much too young to understand that there's no such thing as an invisible table, so I just humored him.

My cousins! I love my cousins... that's Caitlin and Elena giving me all their attention (and I do love being in the spotlight!) while Ben somehow found a toy train that was more interesting than me. I mean really, a train? On the floor? I just don't think I'm going to understand boys.

Later!

S.

Just shootin' the breeze with Mom and Dad.

A little peek into my Saturday morning ritual with the parents, this is from last week. Thankfully, there are subtitles so you can understand what I'm saying.



For the life of me I still don't know exactly what a Socceroo is... but I imagine it would be one ugly animal.

S.

I'm not really here...

Seriously. I'm in New Zealand right now with Mom and Grandma Helen. Mom had to fly over and attend a conference and since I'm never more than 40 minutes away from her boob I came too.

Mmmm.... me thinking about some delicious boob.

So you're probably thinking I slipped away from my handlers to one of those baby-friendly internet cafe's to post this message from New Zealand. Well... although that's the image I'm trying to achieve I'm afraid the truth is a just little different. You see Dad is actually posting this from Melbourne. The fact is that as a 2 month old baby I can't actually type.

I mean, sure... I can bang on the keyboard with my tiny-yet-powerful fists of fury (TM) but when I do it usually comes out looking like this:

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Not quite as engaging a dialogue, is it? And then of course when I'm tired of typing I generally spit up on the mouse.

So thankfully, Dad types for me. And of course I can't actually talk either, so I tell Dad what to write in my blog via a highly complex and evolved method of non-verbal daddy-daughter communication. Or he just makes stuff up. I'm not quite sure, seeing as I can't read either.

Anyhow... time to distract you from my embarassing admission (Saskia has a ghost writer! Gasp!) with some random cute-ness!

Damn. I'm good lookin!

This would NOT be an example of the 'non-verbal' communication I have with my Dad. This would be me laughing at Mom. Or possibly yawning at her. Actually, I'm probably getting ready for more boob. I'm one big baby, I certainly do enjoy a good boob.


OK... so for a week or so it actually looked like Australia might make it through to the late rounds of the World Cup! I was very proud... and equally distressed when they were finally eliminated on a bogus penalty kick awarded to Italy in extra time.

Well, what can you say. Italy sucks. I'll never speak Italian again...

Ciao!

S.

Hairstyling and Daddy Technique

So this weekend I was able to hang out with Dad for a while. Mom and I went to visit him at work where he introduced me to his friend Jackie. At which point I promptly spit up all over Mom. Which had nothing to do with meeting Jackie. In fact, that's kind of my standard greeting for anybody these days.

Mom then took me to meet her hairdresser, who was totally impressed with how I carefully style and sculpt my hair. And by carefully style and sculpt I mean sleep on it 18 hours a day. It's a bit of a commitment ladies, but boy does it deliver results.

Dad also thought it would be fun to get a shot of me in the tub. I can tell you right now Dad that I know you plan to pull this photo out and try to embarrass me in front of all my friends at my 21st birthday party... I'm on to your diabolical schemes!


Speaking of el-Daddo... he's mastered the art of baby sitting. Note the subtle shift in his technique, depending on whether or not Mom is watching...


At least he's stopped putting his hot drinks on me without using a coaster.

Chillax homies! I'm kidding... Dad never uses a coaster.

Sass!

First Smile

Yeah, my first ever smile. Up until now, it had all been gas.... I swear.

Seriously, Mom just happened to be there earlier this week with the camera when *BOOM* I just decided I'd drop a big fat love bomb on her and Grandma Helen. They were thrilled!

Since then, I've discovered the joys of smiling early in the morning. I really enjoy waking Mom and Dad with the usual screams at 5:45 or so. You should see how grumpy they get, but then all of a sudden I start smiling and you'd think I poo money or something they're so darned happy with me.

Yeah... so of course you know me, I'm gonna milk this for a while. Every time they get annoyed with me, I'll just flash those pearly whites (ummm, well pearly gums anyhow) and see how much stuff I can get away with. Parents are so easy to raise when you just use the right kind of discipline!

And because I'm posting so infrequently these days (I really should get myself an agent to handle all these appearances I'm putting in!) here are a few more random photos from the last week to tide everyone over for now... ummm, is it just me or do I have what they like to call a 'distinguished' nose?







Peace out!

S.

Weekend Update

First off, just wanted to say that although I'd really like to post more often I'm a very busy girl (as you will see) so unfortunately I only seem to find time to update all my fans on the weekends. Well, I suppose a girl always wants to retain a bit of mystery.

Anyhoo... so this weekend was eventful!

Mom and Dad took me to a really groovy cafe for brunch on Saturday, and I rewarded them by hardly screaming or disturbing other patrons. (What can I say, the place was full of goateed and tattooed bohemian types who would just go home and write really angry poetry if I were to start crying. I didn't want that on my conscience.)

Later in the same day, some of my parents friends from Canberra came by to visit. Check this out:



Ohmigod isn't he just dreamy? His name is Todd (or as those who know him best call him , Toddles... *sigh*) and he's so the man I'm going to marry! Well, we would be totally dating right now if it wasn't for his wife Jackie. Puh-lease... can you see the look I'm giving her here?



I know, this is like so Romeo and Juliet it's not funny. It's a tragedy. I think I'll get all cranky and keep my parents up all night in protest.

And finally, I just wanted to thank everyone who has sent me a card or gift so far. There have been so many!



I keep telling Mom that she's got to send out the thank you cards. She blames Dad for not designing them yet. Ah, parents... what can be done about them? You're stuck with the ones you got. Though really, I suppose my Dad isn't that bad. I like hanging out in his arms after all.

Yeah, my Dad is cool. Shiloh eat your heart out.

S.