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Amalie and the family reunion

Filed under: Words to the wise — bob at 12:14 pm on Sunday, April 15, 2007

img_0734.jpgWe took Amalie on her first trip down to the mainland all the way to the deep, deep Southland over Easter.

She traveled about with her cousin Patrick which she loved immensely.

She went first to Dunedin, where she visited the beautiful township of Port Chalmers, and the sleepy village of Aramoana, where she got into a giggle fit with Patrick to the amusement of all.

Then she was chauffeured down via Gore and Invercargill to Riverton, the riveria of the deep south, a beautiful fishing villiage on Foveaux Straight, where the Frew-Lyon reunion was held.

There she met many close and distant relatives, discovered she was the youngest at the party, as well as learning about her baby double, the lax liquor law enforcements on Easter Friday and how to pick a third place getting horse at the Riverton Races. (pity she bid to win).

Having filled up on yarns, tales, and general babbling she headed back to Dunedin where she went and checked out the Albatross colony at Taiaroa Heads, saw one soaring about but was more interested in eating her own feet.

All in all Amalie says it was a good trip away and the weather was un-seasonally fine and warm.

For pictures go to gallery

Amalie helping with work

Filed under: Words to the wise — bob at 8:01 pm on Friday, February 9, 2007

Amalie is helping me be more work efficient by grooming me while I work.

A good eight hours…

Filed under: Words to the wise — jojo at 7:51 am on Thursday, January 25, 2007

For some reason unbeknownst to us, Amalie has started sleeping through the night! (Knock on wood). We know this may not last, as babies tend to change their minds about such things at a moments notice, but we are lapping it up while it lasts. Mmmm, eight hours sleep in a row. Haven’t had that since before I was pregnant. Way to go Amalie.

Amalie was a brave wee thing yesterday getting her three month immunisations (she still screamed indignantly but got over it pretty quickly when she got a milk treat afterwards). Her mother wasn’t quite so brave though – I made Bob come along with me this time to hold her as last time I burst into tears when she got the jab.

Her favourite song at the moment is “old mcdonald had a farm”, so maybe she’s planning to be a farmer?

Filed under: Words to the wise — jojo at 7:50 am on Thursday, January 25, 2007

Clammy days equal unhappy baby

Filed under: Words to the wise — bob at 4:13 pm on Tuesday, January 16, 2007

Now that summer has arrived we find that Amalie is not as keen of the lazy days of summer as the rest of us. She seems to like having power naps and power grizzles.

She is growing like topsy and is looking to be too tall for anything and everything she owns.

Another ditty about baby

Filed under: Words to the wise — jojo at 1:03 pm on Monday, December 18, 2006

Here’s a song that I like singing to Amalie (sung to the tune of “She put de lime in de coconut…”):

“She puts the poo in the nappy and shakes it all up,

she puts the poo in the nappy and shakes it all up,

she says daddy – I need a nappy change,

she says daddy – change my nappies now!”

A ditty about baby

Filed under: Words to the wise — bob at 11:52 am on Monday, December 18, 2006

Here is a little song I was singing to Amalie

“My baby’s got milk drunk eyes,
My baby’s got milk drunk eyes,
It’s so plain, she can’t disguise,
My baby’s got milk drunk eyes”

“My baby’s got milk drunk eyes,
My baby’s got milk drunk eyes,
It’s feeding time, oh so divine,
My baby’s got milk drunk eyes,

Her first smiles

Filed under: Words to the wise — jojo at 6:58 pm on Tuesday, December 12, 2006


Just wanted to add that Amalie gave us her first smile on the 1st of December – managing to melt her parents’ hearts. Yesterday, we finally caught one camera. (Up until then every time we brought the camera out the smile would disappear to replaced with a look of fascination focussed on the camera).

Amalie’s Story – part one

Filed under: Words to the wise — jojo at 10:13 am on Tuesday, December 12, 2006

First, to really confuse people, we have changed the spelling of our daughter’s name again. Since people were having trouble pronouncing it, we have changed it to Amalie.
Also I thought it was about time that I added something to my new daughter’s blog. It’s been almost 7 weeks since she arrived – long enough ago so that I have forgotten the really gory details and but not so long that I’ve forgotten the best bits. Warning though – I will include any gory bits that I can remember so if you’re squeamish you might want to stop reading now.

The contractions started in earnest at about 11pm. At this stage they were about 20 minutes apart and I could quite happily read in between. So, I figured I’d be brave and only wake Bob when I was really ready to go to the hospital. But, my bravado lasted only six contractions. At about 12.30, I gave in, woke him, and he begin the important tasks of timing the contractions and trying to distract me with crossword puzzles.

I have to say that, bar one event, I was really nice to everyone during my entire labour – honest. However, one little incident occurred when Bob got slightly more interested in the crossword puzzle than in timing my contractions. I thought the timing should take precedence over any puzzle. But Bob didn’t see it quite so clearly so I made sure that Bob was aware of this in no uncertain terms. (After this, Bob was fantastic and stayed with me the entire labour – yes I did let him out to go to the toilet – and did all the right things).

We carried on with the puzzles until the contractions were about 8-10 minutes apart lasting about about 45 seconds – 1min (at about 4am). Then I moved to the bath. This is when I discovered what a fantastic invention removable shower nozzles were. My contractions hurt my back more than more my than my stomach and so every contraction bob would fire up the nozzle and squirt directly into the small of my back easing the pain immeasurably.

It was in the bath that the nausea and vomiting started. Yes, during labour you not only get intense stomach and back pain (kind of like someone is repeatedly kicking you in the stomach from the inside), you also get to feel really, really ill. Luckily we had a nice vomit bowl that floated perfectly, so I didn’t get any in the bath.

Bob rang the hospital when the contractions were about five minutes apart (around 5:30am) and they told us to come in whenever we wanted, there was no rush. At about 6:30am I realised that if i didn’t get out of the bath now, I’d never get out. And since parking isn’t the easiest at welly hospital we figured now was as good a time as any to head in….
More later.

The name you know

Filed under: Words to the wise — bob at 6:53 pm on Saturday, November 4, 2006

Right we finally have settled on the name, the spelling and pronunciationimage1.jpg
for our little bundle of joy.

Her name is Amalia Miro.

Amalia is pronounced Ah-Ma-Lear

And Miro as in the tree

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