So, I've been listening to They Might Be Giants' - Here Come the ABC's which was a very thoughtful and much loved birthday gift from Gui & Kitty (who I must say, have impeccable taste!). Then coupled with This article in The Age I am now trying to seek out more music like the TMBG album.

With many thanks to The Lovely Mrs Davis , I have discovered many groovy and happening bands for the wee ones, such as noted in my sidebar. And basically, if you got to Mrs Davis' blog, you'll see where I've been going to discover the 'indie-romp' scene (as it is called).

What I'd like to see now is an Indie Romp Festival...how much fun would that be???

Hey Persi, can you say
"John-ny Depp"?

I have just spent the most fabulous morning with my daughter. The Greater Union cinema at Parramatta has a Babes in Arms session at 10.30 on Wednesday mornings. This morning it was Pirates of the Carribean - Dead Man's Chest and so we were offski! And it was great! There were 4 other babies in there and a couple of poor unsuspecting blokes who obviously weren't parents.

Persi and I grabbed the middle seat in the back row - perfect because I had her in the strap-on and not the pram (thinking ahead...bloody brilliant!). The baby-bag doubles up as a backpack so it's easy for us to get everything around.

The lights were on but enough to not bother us and so that I could see Pers, which was great because I'd figured if I fed her her morning feed while we were there, she wouldn't complain too much. And she didn't (bless her cotton socks) although, following feed usually comes play, so she chatted and laughed with me a bit once I'd fed her, then settled on my lap to watch the filumm.

And I know she was watching because there is a point where something jumps out at you and pers jumped before I did. So she watched it intently for a while, looked around to see what the other babies were making so much fuss about and eventually snuggled up for a snooze...until a canon went off. She didn't fuss, just woke up, remembered something interesting was happening and decided to watch the rest if the movie.

It really was better than I expected. I expected lots of kids running riot and a bit of chaos, but in all, it was a lovely and pleasant experience and I think Persi enjoyed it as much as I did! I only wish I had taken my camera because when the movie finished, I had to organise all the gear and sat Pers on the chair. When I looked down, she had hold of my empty Maltesers wrapper and it would have been a very cute shot.

Then we went to Borders and it's funny, I've always loved childrens books, there are some brilliant ones around. I now make a bee-line for the childrens section. All the old favourites are there like Meg & Mog, The Eric Carle books, the wonderful Mem Fox stories, all the Mr Men and Little Miss (She already has Mr Sneeze), Dr Seuss (I can't wait to introduce Pers to 'I had Trouble In Getting To Solla Salew'), & Spot you can handle.

And then there are the new books and there are some terriffic ones. I am going to go back and buy Andrew Daddo's (yes, whodda thunk huh? I mean a Daddo????) 'Goodnight Me', which tells a story about a baby orangutan going to sleep and saying goodnight to all his body parts (extremely cute). Then there was a story called 'That's Not My Dragon! (His ears are too fuzzy!)' which I will have to have...I mean Pers will have to have...you go through the book and the scales on all the dragons are differently textured and this is a board book too and there were others in the series like 'That's Not My Car! (It's windows are too shiny!).

So because Persi let me sit Pirates and admire Johnny Depp quietly for a while, I thought I would buy her a book. I got hera book called 'Hello Dudley' by Sam Lloyd. It's about a naughty little moster, is a board book, but his beak is a purple glove beak. I showed it to her in the shop and she was really interested in it, so I figured it was a winner.

In the post below, is a photo of 'the bug'. This trippy little critter clamps onto her change table and plays a song while the wings spin. She really loves this toy and will watch it mesmerised for ages. The other day, she was in her room and I was on the computer. She woke up and started to cry and the bug started to play. It was one of those spooky kind of things especially seeing as it's a music box that plays (and you know how freaky those can be!). I quickly looked around to make sure it was just us in the house and we had no uninvited guests. Nope, just us chickens. Didn't stop me freaking out though...maybe she's got some powers I am unaware of, or someone watching over her...

Oh and the film? All I will say is Johnny Depp...Fwoar! Hand me a bib, I need something to soak up my drool...

Hmph. Well it seemed to work on that last one...I'll see if I can go back and edit...

Ok...this is a bit silly.
How does one put their photos on this thing? I figure you use the doovy when you're creating your post. Got that. So why aren't my photos coming up? Huh?
Oh man...I'm sure this is really quite simple, straight forward and self explanatory. It is, isn't it? Egads.

Stupid thing.

And so the story begins

Well, actually, it started about a year ago...
(screen goes all wishy washy as we go back through time where I reminisce a little)

August 6th, 2005:

Oh My God, 2 pink Lines!!!

Then spent the first trimester freaked out of my brain, with lots of emotional swinging, vomitting, crying, vomitting, nose bleeds, vomitting, 14 hour shifts at work, vomitting, absolute dog tiredness, vomitting...you get the drift...

2nd Trimester...a little less anxiety, vomitting, hang on we're trimester 2 now, you can quit vomitting for 2 weeks, man I feel great ok that's enough now back to vomitting, vomitting, ultrasounds and tests, vomitting...

3rd Trimester...not anxious anymore, but man I am tired again...and that vomitting? Work sucks, still working large hours, crack the irrits. Yay for maternity leave! Ok...when is this baby coming out? Mmmm...she's gonna be a biggun if we keep her in there and she's not engaging, lets get induced...

7th April 2006...man, that hurts. Man...THAT hurts! Man...THAT HURTS! MAN THAT HURTS - EPIDURALEPIDURALEPIDURAL! Thhhhhhaaaaannnnkyou Ms Anaesthetist, that is muuuuuuch better!




Then lots of stuff happens, I pass out in the bed, the monitor goes weird, Mr C gets a bit concerned...

6.15pm...
Midwife:"Err Mrs Manley, we think you're going to need a Caesarian section. Are you going to be ok with that?"
Me:"Bring it."


6.28pm...(amidst some tears) Hello there, Persephone...she is 55cm and 3.145 kgs (7 pound 9) and boy, it's pretty hard to get perfection on the first go of anything, but just for once in my life, I managed it fairly easily, I think!



The rest is a bit of a blur...but the drugs were great.

And now we are 3 1/2 months down the track. Persi is the best thing that's ever happened and as much as we knew she was going to change our lives, it's definately been for the better. She is the apple of Daddy's eye and smile on Mummy's face. She is pretty damn cool and I think we'll keep her.




Yes this is Finn. After spending a fair bit of time on my LJ then discovering Blogger, I am reluctant to switch my blog from there to here. What to do, what to do? I really like my friends Blogger blogs, I know, I'll get an account so I can at least comment and hey, I've been meaning to get a blog happening for Persi's adventures so this one'll do!

I'm staying at The Beehive. Feel free to head on over and comment, just make sure you sign who you are so I don't get weirded out by lots of annonymous posters (I'm paranoid at the best of times...).

This blog is for my rambling about Persi, so that family can keep up to date (because they all live so far away), friends can shower compliments and I can brag away without guilt.

So on to the story, "Yes on to the story!" (as Super Grover would put it)...