Thursday, 12 February 2009

Evolution, Baby

The baby. THE BABY. He came into the world kicking, screaming, and royally pissed off. Nothing much has changed. Around these parts, he is affectionately known as "The Mongrel". He's into EVERYTHING, has to know what's happening with everybody. I call him my little FBI Agent.

It's remarkable how different he is to Maxie, Max is so vague and dreamy.(Like me). Rocco is his father incarnate - right down to his Little Big Blockhead. He pulls himself up to standing now, and is doing the Commando Crawl everywhere. Lucky we have a sunken living room with two big steps - I guess he'll eventually learn, though. Our entire house is so baby un-friendly it's ridiculous. We bought him a big playpen, but he hates it and tries to push it around the room.

The baby has no teeth, yet chews his food. OMG his food - he's sending me broke. Three square meals a day, since the age of four months. He is the baby who thinks he's an adult. He's hilarious. I was holding him, and went up to Dave saying, "Omg we have a bay-bee!" Dave stepped backwards, saying "Don't, hon. You're freaking me out."

The baby's first few months on the planet are seared into my soul like a red-hot branding iron. I don't mean that in a good way, either. But, I gave time time, things have evolved. We have all changed, Tim came back to live with us, Rocco is bigger ... the dynamics of our family are always on the move. This is good. My sister Linda just rang as I was uploading these pics, I told her I was looking at photos taken on the day of Rocco's birth and I wasn't even spun out! I even managed to find a photo of Dave where he didn't look like he was going to pass out from the pain of having all the tumours pressing so hard into his abdomen. We both had matching hospital bracelets. He got to hold Rocco for a while, and then his friend came to pick him up and drive him straight down to the big hospital. I soon went into shock, as they had not given me enough painkillers after my c-section. And so the horror began.

I can't do much lately, I am behind in every single thing in my life. And I honestly don't give a shit. Dave and I are going away tomorrow, and not a moment too soon. I need a break from here, I need to stare out the window for five minutes straight and go to some random place in my head, uninterrupted. I need to get away from my children, so that I can miss them. I need to miss them and appreciate what I have.

My sensitive Max has been upset lately, having "daydreams" that his family will die in bushfires. I've had to veto the nightly news, so now he is allowed to watch the Simpsons on the big TV instead. He can't believe his luck. I told him that if there was ever a fire anywhere close to here, I would scoop him up and drive far, far away. Last night, we all sat eating our T-Bones, talking about the one item we would take if a bushfire came up here. "My lego." "My phone". "My car." .....

I said, "Well, the most important things in life aren't things." Dave rolled his eyes and Tim groaned, but I knew they agreed with me. Max knew straight away. "The answer is US. Our FAMILY." Even the baby agreed, sitting quietly (FOR ONCE), gnawing on his bone. Like a freakin' Caveman Midget.


  1. Damn girl! Look at that preggo belly! What a ride you have had. Glad you were buckled in :)

  2. Caveman Midget, gnawing on a bone - that's priceless. I hope you took pictures.

    I've been following the news a bit on the fires - no wonder Max is having nightmares. My sympathies to your whole country, and I hope they find the bastards who lit some of the fires.

    I hope you have a fabulous time on the weekend away...

  3. Enjoy the child-free break. A gift to yourselves. And cheesy it may be but you are absolutely right about the important things. Hugs to Max.

  4. I loved your last line. It had me laughing out loud!

  5. Great pics. And wow, Rocco (hope I spelled that right) seems intent on growing up quickly.

  6. You're damn right it's family.

    Your title caught my eye because I wrote about evolution today as well. I like your post better.

  7. caveman midget. love it.

  8. Have a wonderful trip. No fighting, just lovin' - and blog reading :)


    And omg, you are such a beautiful person, especially pregnant! Come be my surrogate.

  9. Caveman midget, ha! I love it! Sam sends Rocco his best. He loves watching the Simpsons too. The bad mommy puts it on when he is really fussy in the evening and we watch it together. It's the only thing to get us through Prevcid Time some days. Sam also likes to drag his runaround toy behind him, a la Rocco. He sits in the seat and then drags the base (a huge mushroom full of interactive things) behind him. He shouldn't be able to move it but apparently he's part of the Caveman Midget tribe as well. They are Soul Brothers.

    Have an AWESOME time on holiday. I hope it kicks arse from here to eternity and you come back blissed out. I loved your goregous pics!


    PS~ To Max: In America, October is Fire Safety Month. I spent every October as a child PETRIFIED that fire was going to consume our house and laid awake nights just waiting for a blaze to eat us all alive. Never happened but I remember the fear. I'm still afraid of fire. When I was your age, the thing I'd have taken was my stuffed elephants Elsie and Ed. Now I'd take Sam, Elsie and Ed. It gets better, Max. xxoo

  10. LOVE the pictures! You are amazing, just want you to know! HUGS!!!

  11. When I come to visit you one day, I'm bringing the caveman midget a huge rack of ribs, just for him.

    And those pictures are amazing in and of themselves, Eden. But when I think of how much happened in your family during that time, it knocks me on my ass. Hugs and smooches to you, you amazing survivor.

  12. You look so awesome rocking that bikini top with that belly. Amazing what our bodies can do, isn't it?



  13. there was a question on Ask moxi today about a family where husband got diagnosed with cancer in the wifes pregnancy. I couldnt help out with any of the questions but maybe you could provide them with some tips.

  14. Hey you,

    I've been thinking about you A LOT. G and I were walking around and I said something about the pictures of Dave carrying Rocco under his arm at the beach and G gave one of his laughs and said 'he sounds like my kind of guy' -- and I thought he was absolutely right.

    You deserve a lovely break and I hope you get it -- relaxing -- no intrusions -- with one another...

    And be gentle with yourself,



  15. Your posts are always so fucking full of love. It's awesome. And even though you've been on a rollercoaster, it's still wonderful for you to think about all those moments and write about them.

    I'm a tad bit jealous. :)

  16. Wow! You look amazing pregnant!
    Maybe you should do it again?

  17. What a manly baby, grunt, grunt, grunt.


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