Mrs Negative

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

Thursday, July 24, 2008

Baby Talk

My vocabulary has expanded since Cooper graced our world. I say "Gah-Ding-Kah!" in an animated voice to him at least 1000 times a day.

It's a silly new word. It means "Well hello there!"
It can also mean "Here's your favourite toy!" or "Come cuddle me!"
I mentioned to my husband that I should stop saying "Gah-Ding-Kah!" because it's sort of irritating & to be honest, completely non educational.
Peter sympathised and said he feels the same way about his new word, being "Whooosh-kah!"....which means "I'm gonna throw you up in ther air!" or "I'll race you to the door!" or "I love you IMMENSELY!" in baby talk.

Cooper has Hives. Damn Hives! Wha?
Gah. Gah. Gah-ding-kah.
He must be allergic to something new in his diet.
Guess I'll have to stop tossing cashews and pistachio's at him to catch in his mouth.
And he was getting soooo good at it too.

Sunday, July 20, 2008


And he's off......
Our predominately tiled house is the equivalent of Baby Walker Expressway. He glides hither. Bumping into closed doors before reversing himself & launching into a pacey walk. He grabs keys, opens drawers & pulls the garbage bin. I say "No!" and "Uh Uh"...which he translates into "Try Harder". He is constantly drawn to the hallway where he sprints towards the brown sticker wall art. And there he sits. Gazing up in wonder. Like a pilgrim at the alter.
So much to see when you're 9 months old.

Friday, July 04, 2008


"...Gosh, he's like you..." says the lady in the supermarket.
"I can see his Dad!!" says our neighbour.
"Who's he like..??" says the 11th person, that day.

I hate to admit it. But it seems my husband & I have an unspoken competition regarding who Cooper most resembles. We take smug, silent joy whenever someone announces Cooper looks like "me" or "him".
"...Really? You think so..?" I swoon, when I'm told he looks like me. (Heh..2 points to Mum)
"I used to do that" says my husband whenever Cooper farts, squeals or strikes a pose.
We have dusted off the archives, finding our own baby photo's to prove once and for all who he takes after.
Seems it's a bit of Dad..and a bit of Mum. Go figure? The best part was looking at old photo's and laughing at the tiny people we once were.
Here I am. Eeeeeking at my chubby friend for cramping my style.

Cooper hasn't inherited my anti-social skills. Or my enormously cute ears.
Maybe he is like his Dad. Or maybe Cooper hasn't spent enough time on rugs with Chubby Punks to say for sure.