Mrs Negative

Mrs Negative embraces her tardy Positive. Life after IVF and loving the son I never thought I'd have.

Friday, January 25, 2008


Being 2 months premmie, Cooper is a little behind the 8 ball with development milestones. We have been itching for his 1st real smile and yesterday, he delivered.
A crooked little grin followed by a happy shreik.
My heart soared.

Capturing it on film will be tricky, so you'll have to take my word for it....a grinning Cooper is absolutely delicious.

Saturday, January 19, 2008

Out of Africa.

Staring into Cooper's wardrobe makes me giddy. The array of cuteness is astounding. Choosing his next outfit is a simple thrill I never tire of. Today I put a cardigan & hat on him. I very nearly wet my pants. My raucous laughter bought Peter from the yard & even he smirked.
However, the baby fashion industry decided that most boy outfits should include a motif...of a wild animal.
Dangerous animals.
Like a Hippo, Bear or Lion.
Cooper has bibs, cot sheets, socks, onesie's & a pram liner that feature frolicking man eaters. Fun!
But most frequently the motif is a Giraffe. Wha?
Yes, a Giraffe. I mean, what say's "I'm a BOY!" more eloquently than a long necked, black tongued Giraffe?

And my personal favourite?

Why it's a Giraffe giving a big old Lion a trolley ride. Hi y'all!
Just like in the Savannah.

Saturday, January 12, 2008

Summer Holiday

It could have been a disaster. Taking a 12 week old baby on a long distance holiday. I'm glad to report it wasn't. Cooper travelled 6 hours in the Winnebago to a south coast town called Bermagui, sleeping all the way & beginning his first real Summer vacation. Bliss, I say.

He went to the beach. He went to lawn bowls & the pub for lunch. He watched fresh fish that Daddy caught sizzle on the BBQ. He got lathered in sunscreen. He wore his sun hat.

He lazed in Daddy's arms in his nappy...watching the tree's sway & kookaburra's laugh.

He encountered flies & mosquitoes & his first huntsman spider (which had taken up residence in his pram) but Mummy bravely fended all the nasties off.

And even though we were a long way from home, he got Milk.

What a lovely time. Well done little Aussie.

Thursday, January 03, 2008

Good Mum

At 35 years of age I still need my Mum.

I do find it hard to ask for help, so luckily my Mum gives help frequently, efficiently & without being asked. She is a devoted Nanny to her 5 grandchildren & very present in all their lives.

....however she selfishily took herself away on holidays & I'm feeling the heat without her.
Cooper, the crankiest duck, had me completely worn out last week. After many sleepless, fussy hours & at my wits end I packed the car, strapped in the child & drove to Nanny's holiday haven, about 90 minutes away.
On arrival, she took Cooper & sent me to bed....I slept for 9 precious hours & felt like a new woman! I headed home the next morning, refreshed & ever grateful to my darling, wonderful Ma.
Let's hope she doesn't take her next vacation overseas.