At 9 months and 2 weeks old, Amelia is:
As a Mum of 9 months and 2 weeks, I am:
Congratulating my sister and Darren on their engagement! The ring is absolutely gorgeous (he was incredibly game purchasing it himself), I'm already booked in for wedding dress perusing and everyone is beyond pleased for them.
Appreciating Milly sleeping so much better. 4 nights out of the last 5 she's slept from bedtime through till at least 5am, and slept every evening with barely a peep. It's been left than a week, but I'm optimistic.
Feeling freer now that Milly is 'babysittable'. Mike and I had a date night on Sunday, seeing 'Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them' at the cinema and it was so nice to spend the time alone together. Apart from going to see the musical 'Matilda' back in October, when we left our screaming baby with my sister, I can't remember the last time we had a date together.
Anticipating the 7 course degustation dinner Mike and I will be having at Gelato Messina on Thursday. I think it will be epic.
Enjoying having my computer back and working well after it was off being debugged for a few days. I've been chasing one issue after another since February and attempting to download Photoshop CC, and attemping and attempting over the course of a few days, led me to very melodramatically declaring I was losing the will to live.
Waiting to pick up some finished bowls and pots. It's only taken me about a year from throwing them to their final firing but they are the first batch I've made at home. One side effect of no computer, I got around to glazing them which I'd been meaning to do for weeks. I'm very excited to see how the glazes turned out.
Wanting to share and document so many stories here. A recent holiday to Queensland, Amelia's first camping trip, starting my business...
Making Christmas cards. This feels incredibly organised for me, as previously I've waited till December so I record it in my December Daily album. Last year I finally realised that was bonkers.
Working on a jigsaw puzzle that Mum and Dad gave me last Christmas. Mum had it custom made with a wedding photo of Mike and I, which is lovely, but the combination of puzzle design and soft focus photo makes it ridiculously frustrating. It's been out on our coffee table for weeks but I'm on a deadline now as Milly is pulling herself up on anything possible and wants nothing more than getting her hands on whatever Mum or Dad have.
Planning to record another Day in the Life tomorrow.
Yesterday we celebrated Mike's first Fathers' Day. We started with presents in bed - a voucher for a brewery tour (with a couple friends who received similar vouchers), a set of beach toys, chocolate and an 'I love Dad' t-shirt and sunglasses that were both Milly-sized.
Look at those little Milly handprints/smears. There was even some Milly pen work inside, although the movement was more from chewing on the end of the pen than anything intentional. ;)
We picked up Mum and Dad and drove to Zonzo Estate in Yarra Glen for a lunchtime feast. An antipasti platter with warm bread. A fennel sausage and pancetta and radicchio pizzas.Slow cooked lamb with roast potatoes, beans and salad. Tiramisu and an orange panna cotta. Even Milly was digging into the food with gusto! So much, but yummy.
We managed to sneak in a nap for Milly on the way there (and home) and she behaved wonderfully at lunch, spending a little time in the high chair but more sitting on each of our laps. The large dining room filled with Fathers' Day groups was noisy enough that we didn't have to worry about any sounds that she might make, but still allowed for easy conversation.
It just all worked to be a really enjoyable time together.
And to finish the day, we stopped at the Miniature Railway on the way home. I think Mike likes to use Milly as an excuse to ride. ;) There is a dark tunnel on the trip where kids love to scream as we travel through. No fuss for Milly through. she just looks up to check Mike's still there when we exit the other side. We have a very chilled baby.
Happy Fathers' Day to all my favourite fathers. My Dad, who sang me Frère Jacques and walked the streets as I screamed as a baby. My father-in-law, who is an involved Grandpa and grabs photos off this blog to share with loved ones. My friends, who celebrated their first Fathers' Day like we did.
And Mike, who is a wonderful father to our precious little girl. He is patient and kind, encouraging, supportive (to me and Milly) and her smile when she sees him is huge.
On Thursday we farewelled Mike's grandmother, Esme Edgley, who passed away a week earlier. Despite being 92 years old, it was unexpected. I'm grateful that her whole family - daughters, grandsons, great-grandchildren, all of us - gathered together for lunch only a few days earlier.
It was a simple service, befitting someone who was not fond of funerals, with songs selected from musicals that she loved. Her daughters later commented that beginning the service with the final song of Les Misérables may not have been the wisest choice, given that half the attendees were teary after only the first few bars. People were invited to take a flower from the arrangement home to remember Esme by, which I think would have appealed as she loved a bargain.
I knew Esme as a warm, interested and generous person. She was a much loved grandmother to Mike, who will forever be grateful for the hours she spent teaching him how to read.
Her three grandsons, Mike and brothers Dan and Steve, collaborated on a letter that was read out during the service.
Dear Grandma Esme,
As each of us sits with 3 hankies in each pocket, we are grateful you sent one to us with each birthday card over the years.
When we were young, we remember you there at home; in the morning piling structurally unsound levels of honey onto toast, and in the evening doing the ironing or watching Sale of Century (sometimes with your eyes closed, snoring). With the gift of hindsight, we now know you were helping Mum and Dad by keeping three ratbags out of the way, and that you needed to warm your tea up in the microwave because we never gave you a chance to finish it.
You took two trains just to come and see us, and help us with our homework, and spoil us rotten. And as we got a little older, we got upset when we weren’t up in time to see you off when Dad took you back to the train station. We always jostled for position to see who got to stay with you over the school holidays, for some quality one-on-one spoiling.
As we grew older and vaguely more self-sufficient, more often than not we would go to visit you. Dressed in our best “Grandma” jumpers, we would make sure we made it to McDonald’s for Hotcakes, followed by a light morning tea at your house and a less light Lunch at Kelly’s Hotel or Barney Bananas. Sometimes we met Aunty Sally and went bowling, usually followed by too much of your money spent on arcade games. And then of course there was afternoon tea, because we’re growing boys don’t you know. We were introduced to classic entertainment such as The Gods Must Be Crazy and Bugs Bunny. You were always kind enough to have something for Dad to fix when he came down with us also.
We’re sure your shopping lists must have revolved around the specific items with competitions running, and we were well versed in answering the phone to whatever combination of names you’d entered the competitions under. You won a trip to Perth, and to Queensland. You won a car from Cadbury’s, and Dad went on Hey Hey It’s Saturday to get the keys from Darryl. We learned that good fortune came to those that worked for it, by collecting as many labels and barcodes as they could and mailing them to whomever would take them.
Once we started to get our own social lives, and our licenses, we were less likely to make every trip with Mum and Dad. But we still saw you at Birthdays and at Christmas, and you would still feed us too much. Even dropping in unannounced wasn’t enough to stop a cache of biscuits and party pies appearing for an instant afternoon tea.
Whenever we asked how you were doing, the answer was always dismissive and cheerfully pessimistic, but you were far more interested in what we were up to. And though Mum and Aunty Sally would complain about how stubborn you were being, you always told us (quietly) that they were the best daughters in the world.
Although you were reluctant to visit Mum’s house and conquer their steps, when invited to one of ours you couldn’t wait. Luckily Aunty Sally has always been more than willing to chauffeur you when she could. After such a special event, the hosts would usually receive a hand written thank you note telling us how much you had enjoyed yourself.
Even more recently, Great-Grand Children started arriving, and suddenly family gatherings involved sitting and watching them play and telling us how clever they clearly are. When we brought our children to see you, they too got morning or afternoon tea. Once again, there was always an extra packet of chocolate biscuits or lollies that could be found.
We used to ask why you didn’t have a Grandpa living with you like Grandma Madge did, and you told us he was flip-flopping around up in heaven. Now we know that you have done an amazing job of bringing up two daughters from when they were very young, and we owe a lot of our own good fortune to the amazing job that you did. So now I’m sure you and Grandpa Harry have got a lot of catching up to do, flip-flopping around together.
Mike, Danny and Steve
My sadness at Esme's passing has surprised me with an extra element, and that's Milly. As melodramatic as it feels to say, her life will be that little bit poorer for never having known Esme.
I want Milly to know how much she was loved. I remember Esme's delight when Mike and I told her I was pregnant, and the first time Esme held Milly she sat there with tears silently running down her face. In a room crowded with family I didn't notice, she didn't make a fuss, but Mike saw. The last time we saw Esme I sat down on the couch next to her, Milly on my knee, and the two of them just stared at each other. There was an extended period of time, the two of them just gazing at each other. Esme commented then, as she had before and since, how alert Milly seemed. How intelligent. I remember another family lunch too, Milly and I sitting at the table next to her, and Esme watching Milly, fascinated. I don't want to give the wrong impression, she was mentally fine and only moved into aged care a fortnight before her death, Esme just wanted to soak her all in. She asked me then if Milly cried a lot, recently having read and put aside an article for me on how crying is a babies way of communicating. We laughed that Milly definitely had a lot to say.
I want Milly to know what a strong, capable woman Esme was. Widowed at age 42 (I think it was) with two young girls to raise, she managed their business, their investments, fought to renew her teaching qualification to become a primary school teacher again. She was savvy with money, particularly real estate, and shopped the supermarket catalogues. During the service Julie, my mother-in-law, got a laugh when she told how they'd had to put their foot down when they started doing her weekly shopping, making her choose just two supermarkets instead of her preferred four. But Esme was also generous, with cash in cards at birthday and Christmas. If we purchased something on sale with the money, Mike always commented that we'd have to let Esme know about the bargain we'd scored. My favourite story though, is the air-conditioners. As Mike tells it, Esme had purchased a new air-conditioner for her own house. She was so impressed with it she decided to shout (heavily subsidise) the entire family air-conditioning. That's another six units!
And it wouldn't seem right not to mention the spreads of food that appeared during every visit. Regardless of time of day or how little notice we may have given her, Esme loved to feed us. We always felt so welcome and she was so interested in hearing about our lives and adventures. Although she did worry, Esme was particularly pleased about our South American honeymoon as that was somewhere she'd have loved to visit.
Esme Alice Edgley
2 June 1924 - 21 July 2016
You will be missed.
A few weeks ago the weather turned particularly cold, by Melbourne standards at least, with snow on the nearby hills. Mike, Milly, brother-in-law Dan, cutie niece and I headed up to Lake Mountain to play in the snow. We brought layers upon layers of clothing and my sister-in-law Peta had even remembered to send us off with a carrot for snowman-making.
We stopped at Healesville's Beechworth Bakery for morning tea on the way there and had a late lunch at the Yarra Valley Chocolaterie & Ice-creamery on the way home. Everyone felt quite refreshed at lunch, all of us excepting driver Mike having napped in the car. Really, not a bad way to spend a wintery Sunday!
I'm not sure why but I love this photo. I think it's her venturing off, yet looking so small. She turns 4 next month; I can't believe how fast time disappears!
It was her second trip to the snow that weekend, having gone with her Mum and little brother on Friday. He hadn't been a fan, not liking the cold, so they'd stayed home this trip, but she was bouncing out of the car, eager to start crunching about.
I don't think you northern hemisphere, cold climes people understand just how excited we get about a little snow! :)
My little abominable snowgirl, in camouflage.
Posing with her Olaf. Look at how proud she was!
Thanks for the family photo Dan! I need to remember to hand over the camera more often as I don't have many of the three of us.
She's definitely my niece; always happy to take a selfie with me. :)
They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old;
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.
Lest We Forget.
Today, ANZAC Day, has me thinking about my Poppa. Gosh he would have loved Amelia. He and my Nanna both. Amelia's middle name, Mawson, was chosen in their honour.
Arthur Mawson and Gladys Eva Mawson. You are so very missed.
At 3 weeks old little miss Amelia is:
Being known as a documenter of life's details, the notes that Dad used for his speech at our engagement party were passed onto me. About two years ago.
A Story Starter from Simple Scrapper's February membership collection - the theme for this month is Quotable - gave me to motivation to finally get these notes recorded on a scrapbook page.
With only a paper copy of the speech notes I decided against recreating them digitally, either by photographing or retyping, and instead designed the layout around their size. I've used a bright patterned paper from the Maggie Holmes Shine paper pad as a background and included a couple of small photos in support, but the words - Dad's words, with probably some input from Mum - really are the feature of this page.
Two years on, I'd already forgotten the detail of much of Dad's speech. (Being pleased Mike had no existing football allegiances is the notable exception, as that part I remembered!) Having these notes, being able to read them and be reminded of the love and support, both now and in the future, just makes me happy. This is why I scrapbook.
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Last week Mum turned another year older, to a number I'm sure she'd prefer I not disclose. There was mention that her age would now be going backwards with each year. ;)
We celebrated with dinner at Bar Nonno, a new-to-us place suggested by my sister. With lots of chatting, laughs and dueling conversations, it was a great evening. I know the others think the same because I received three different text messages the next day - from Mum, Dad and Jenna - telling me so!
I can't help thinking these family dinners may have peaked though, as little Chip's arrival will not make for relaxing conversation and dining in the near future. ;)
I often forget to photograph the cards I make, frequently finishing them not long before we head out the door with gift in hand. So while these might be phone photos in lousy light with messy desk in background, at least I remembered this time!
I used my Silhouette Cameo to cut the phrase and back of the card out of double-sided patterned paper, giving me the blue dot and pink contrast. The font used is ChunkFive. I used a white cardstock insert for an easy to write on surface, attaching the message with dimensional adhesive. Some pearl bling, because Mum loves adding bling to cards, as a finishing touch.
Happy Birthday Mum! Glad you had a wonderful evening.