Kings Park Take II, Glorious Garden & Caught

Before I get started, Happy 2nd Birthday Romilly!!


Yesterday was a very busy, but beautiful day. Church in the morning. Somehow even though we didn’t get up early and we kind of wandered our way through the morning we made it to church on time. Not early, but on time.

It was Billy’s birthday and he was having an afternoon tea picnic at King’s Park, so after not visiting King’s Park for a very long time, we’ve now been twice in a matter of weeks. We decided to go earlier than the party time so that we could get a parking space without worrying about being late, but also go for a walk. Wow. The wild flowers are out, and they were just spectacular. I was pushing the pram, and pointing out flowers for Brett to take pictures of. Here are some of the best from our short walk.

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How amazing is our God?

The party was wonderful. Billy was spoiled rotten, the ice-cream cake and milk tart were delicious, company was grand, and the play ground was heaps of fun. It was just so nice to be out in the sun with friends in a relaxed environment.

After the picnic we were headed out to pick up something for dinner but decided to pop past Brett’s parents place (Nan and Grandpop) to say hello and change someone’s nappy. I often tell people that they have the most beautiful garden and now I have proof. Here is what met us through the gate.

Something else that happened when we arrived. Someone was very happy and smiley and we caught it on camera.

It just melts my heart.

Elisha’s going to grow up with an identity crisis (or the nicknome project part II)

Well here finally is a list of the most commonly used nicknames for Elisha.

E-man, Lisha, Eli, Belchy Boy, Bubbly Boy, Grunty Boy, Grunty Bunty, Bubbly, Maggot, Grub, Pupating Maggot, But, Grubbly Bunny, Bruiser, Boofer, Chubbly Bunny, Grunty Bunny, Fubbly Wubbly Bunny, Monkey, Cheeky Monkey, Little Monkey, Monkey Moo, Mr Moo, Friar, Bubblet, Winston, Magoo, Mr Magoo, Magooby, Monster, Stinky Pants, Little Monster, Sweet Pea, Sweetness and Little Old Man.

Let’s hope that he grows up to know his own name.

I was speaking to a friend who has a five month old baby recently and she was relaying that she had been talking to her daughter and the baby had only responded to her nicknames, not to her real name. Oops!! I think that could quite easily happen with Elisha, except I don’t know how he will pick which name to respond to.

Two Months

Dear Elisha,

I was just speaking to Daddy on the phone telling him that I was going to write a “two month” entry, and he didn’t mention at all that he had already done one. Cheeky Daddy.

Yes, that’s right, you are two months today. Where have the days gone? It seems like only yesterday we were meeting you for the first time. In other ways I cannot imagine not having you in our lives. You are such a blessing.

You have grown and developed so much in two months. Gone is our little newborn boy. In some ways I guess you never really were that little, but you certainly aren’t little now. Some of your nicknames are “Bruiser” and “Boofer”, referring of course to the fact that you are quite big for your age. I see other babies at different places and am often suprised to see that they are the same size as you, but much older. I guess that there is nothing wrong with the amount or quality of food that you are getting.

It has been an amazing experience getting to know you, and learning new things about you every week. I think that we are finally starting to understand most of your cries. Sometimes in the mornings I’m not sure if you are just talking to yourself, or if you are wanting to be fed, but I’m sure that we’ll work that out soon enough. The other cry that I find hard to work out is your very upset, pained sounding cry. I think the reason that I have trouble with this cry is that it can mean so many different things. Perhaps some day I’ll learn that this cry is actually more than one, and come to hear the difference. Maybe not.

Some of the things that work to sooth you when you are upset are: feeding (if it is time for a feed this always works), changning your nappy, picking you up, rubbing your tummy and singing (this one is good if you are supposed to be sleeping) and sitting you in front of the stereo and playing you some music, loud, but not too loud. You are your Mummy’s boy, she likes loud music too.

I love it when you smile. It just makes me all gooey. In fact your smiles have the ability to turn me into a sopping big puddle. We haven’t really managed to capture a really good smile on camera yet, but this is the best of what we’ve got. Daddy was changing you and you were just smiling and smiling away, even when something was put over your head, which is normally the cause of some tears. You are not too particular about who you smile at, but I like to think that you save up your best smiles for your mummy and daddy.


Crying is not the only sound you make any more. You quite often can be cought talking to yourself, or should I say gooing and gurgling. On a couple of occassions you have blown a raspberry, but only by accident. The other most common sound we hear from you is grunting, and hence the nicknames “Grunty”, “Grunty Boy”, “Grunty Bunty” and “Grunty Bunny” this grunty usually accompanies other activities into which we shall delve no further, except to say that it is nice to get some warning.

We are not one hundred percent sure if you have laughed at us, (I’m sure you have in your head at some of our efforts of parenting), the sound that is most like a laugh is usually in very close proximity to crying. On only a few occassions has this sound been solo. But only very small and short.

Napping during the day is not always what you want to do even when you need to, but going to sleep at night is no longer a problem. You seem to be quite happy to go to bed. And I know we said in an earlier post that you were sleeping through, it seems that for the moment you have decided eating during the night is better than sleeping, and we’re back to feeding once in the wee hours of the morning, and then again at about 5.30 to 6.30. If it is 6.00 or after I stay up, but otherwise I go back to bed. Here’s to hoping you soon sort out what it is that’s stopping you from sleeping through.

You are still growing at a phenomenal rate. You are putting on an average of 1 kilogram a fortnight, and hence you are racing through clothes sizes. You are now starting to grow out of some of your 000s and most of your 00s are fitting you quite nicely. I wonder how long it will be before we have to break out the 0s.

We also have a little game we play. I call it “Knock, Knock”. It is very simple. I tap you twice on the nose saying “Knock, knock” and then “Who’s there?” It usually results in a smile or a gurgle.

Such a lot to write about such a young boy. I’m looking forward to writing these month by month, and even more to being there to watch it happen.

I love you little man.

xx Mummy xx

And what Elisha doing right now… let’s get the camera and go take a look.


Guy Smiley

Elisha hit the two month mark today. Tara enjoys hearing me say “two month year old.” It appears that some speech patterns are so ingrained they’re hard to break. Last night he had the biggest bout of ‘smileys’ I’ve yet seen. I couldn’t help but to laugh for joy 🙂

In space, no one can hear you grunt…

Further proof to hand of the conjecture that Elisha is indeed an alien inhabiting a (small) human body. The incident cited below was understood to be of a fairly benign, albeit upsetting, nature. A simple case of common, if impressive, infant reflux. However, it also lends itself to a decidedly more sinister interpretation, namely the 2nd stage of small-human-unit weapons testing (I now believe the first stage to have been misinterpreted as a simple cat and mouse, or hose and towel, nappy changing game). Suspicions have increased as both NNF and IWNM have observed an odd leg waggling behaviour from the Child that we can only put down to the frustrated attempts of the encapsulated extraterrestrial to master the nascent perambulation powers of the chosen human capsule, in short to become fully mobile. This photo, taken just days ago during an observation vigil, appears to provide undeniable proof of the otherwordly nature of Child. Note the glowing nimbus, possibly some sort of fuel cell discharge or communications mechanism, and the vacant eyes.

Update re: the human Nicknome Project, or “It was the blurst of times…”

We hope to make our first milestone soon, release of the first draft, in this the inaugural work in the fledgling field we dub “Nicknomics”. For those unaware, we are seeking to plot the ramifying confusion of Elisha’s nicknames before they explode beyond all possibility of cataloguing. It is expected that the register, when formed in all of its multibranching and nefariously looping behaviour, having wrought untold damage on the vocabularies of NNF, IWNM and others unlucky enought to have been sucked into its merciless vortex, has been stretched end to end, will circumscribe the earth, no doubt taking in ‘Kevin Bacon’ at least once. What started with pen and paper and good old fashioned human memory has now given way to the more technologically (and zoologically) advanced employment of a million monkeys on typewriters. Delays have arisen due to banana related logistical problems, but we hope to have the first draft posted soon here for peer review.