Mrs Negative

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

Sunday, August 24, 2008

Video Test!

After much Effing around....I think I worked out how to put a video on my blog! It's just a test....check out Peter & Cooper in "The Bunker"...and LOOK! There's a quick glimpse of my drumkit in the background!
Cooper likes to look at the baby in the camera...I wonder if he knows it's him?


video

Cooper Hi-Kix to feature SOON....

Saturday, August 23, 2008

Touching Base.

Hello Blog. I do neglect thee, huh? The reason I do not post often is because...well...my life outside the computer is kinda wonderful.
It's just not "Terribly-Exciting-Blogging-Fodder"....say that 5 times fast, sheesh.
I have become, well quite frankly...Mundane. My days are a fragile balance of laziness & contentment and it's a mix I find sublime.
Speaking of sublime.... Check it, Pilgrims.

Cooper is a Grumpy Bear. A Chinky, Chunky Bear. (That's my latest silly song) We are still waiting patiently for his teeth & hair to arrive. He loves to hold onto my hands & walk. Tippy tapping baby steps. Each stride involves a little high kick, much like a goosestep. I find this activity so completely hysterical. I nearly double over and crush his little socked trotters.
Hmmm....I think I may have just thought of my next blog post. A video perhaps? Starring the one & only "Cooper Hi-Kix"? Maybe...if I can work out how to post a video. Topcat? Did you learn how to do it yet?

Hey! Thanks to "Suzie" who left a lovely comment. I have a new reader! Shizzah!

Sunday, August 17, 2008

Cooper Wiggle


We went to the new Wiggles Play Centre. A warehouse full of inflatable Wiggly fun. Surely Cooper would be too young to appreciate the frivolity? Nay. His legs began kicking upon entry & continued to pump merrily for the next 3 hours. He did jig on a giant air filled platform. He did frolic amongst the plastic ball bin. He did swing his arms when Dorothy entered the room & he huffed and rasp berried his way through "Rock-a-bye your Bear."
I chased my niece up a giant ladder & grabbed her as she hurtled down a slide. A little girl tapped me on the shoulder and said "Excuse me, parents are not allowed on the rides..." I was a little taken back that she assumed I was a Parent? Me? Ha! I apologised & told her I was just helping my niece not to break her wee neck.
Cooper sat in a carousel & whizzed around unaided. His hands clamped firmly to a steering wheel, turning this way & that. I looked to my Mum and said (inappropriately) "Holy Effing Wiggle."
"He's Driving"

Sunday, August 03, 2008

Blue or Lamb..

I cleared out his wardrobe. He has outgrown 40 percent of his clothes. I am handing down lots of outfits to my girlfriend who has a brand new bub. I have a stack of things for the
charity bin. And then there's the 20 or so outfits I just can't part with.
Eg: The shirt & short combo he wore home from the hospital.
Size 00000.

I remember the day he was discharged from the NICU. I could not wait to dress him in normal clothes. It was such a thrill. I recall my woe when the nurses told me he'd need a bath & check up before we went home. I had to strip him promptly...fearing that we'd never, ever escape that damn NICU.
All of a sudden Cooper seems too grown up to wear cutsie clothes. He would feel silly in a teddy bear t-shirt or rabbit onesie. He's all cargo pants & hoodies. Jeans & polo's.
I keep playing the scene from "Look Who's Talking?" in my head. The part where Molly asks Mikey if he wants to wear 'The Blue or the Lamb?" and Mikey says "They both look pretty lame! Don't make me wear clothes with animals on them! I look like a retard!"
Don't worry son, the very worst you can expect is knitwear.
You know I am a complete sucker for a hand knitted cardigan or pullover. I know you'll look back at your baby photo's and groan at the clothes I made you wear. We all do that. We all ask our Mother's if they were insane to dress us like that. And take us out in public.
It's just that you do the preppy look so well.

Suave. Funky. Downright respectable.
And look....there's not a lamb in sight.