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| Rivalry starts early! |
MacKenzie is 17 days old today, and we already can't imagine a life without him. He would like us to thank you all for the wonderful gifts, and knows that with friends and family such as we have that he will be well loved by all.
He is sleeping reasonably well- only waking a couple of times each night, and generally letting Jane get a little sleep. As for me- I tend to sleep straight through it on week nights, and wake on weekends. Have no idea how that works, but...
MacK eats exceptionally well (Jane is very efficient at turning garlic and rosemary roast potatoes, roast lamb and chocolate goodness into the best form for him), cries rarely, sleeps well, and, well does the other in great abundance also!
So far he is doing all the right things, and is putting on a little weight. He is now well back over his birth weight, although his legs are still uber-skinny, and it is hard to see how he is going to pack the front row of a rugby scrum unless he starts to develop a set of calves soon...
We discovered that he isn't really a bath type of kid, but loves to have a shower with Dad each afternoon.
The next batch of photographs is below, but first-
This blog is also about our (currently paralysingly slow) move towards a sustainable and self sufficient life. Our first move was the introduction of the crazy chickens to the back yard, and we do a lot of reading about all aspects of sustainable living. The other night we were in bed, when we heard a noise from outside that Jane swears is one of the chickens snoring. Crazy birds! Anyway, I was reading a piece about chickens in a magazine, and asked Jane if she knew how you might stop a rooster crowing in the morning (the topic of the piece I was reading). She told me you could cut its throat... When I had finished laughing, she suggested throwing a brick at it. I told her that you put the top roost high enough so that the rooster can't stretch his neck back far enough to crow (they will always have to have the top roost- male dominance kind of thing). Jane's response- that both of her methods would work also...
On food- we picked up some new seasons feijoas the other day at the market. A lot of food miles in bringing them from New Zealand, but I couldn't resist. One of my favourite fruits, and a purveyor of childhood memories! We will definitely have to grow feijoas when we eventually get the block of land we want!
Now for the photographs:
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Told you he wasn't keen on a bath!
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| Snug as a bug in a 'frog'? |
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| Check out my guns! |
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| We think its our first smile! |
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| So tiny - in my (only) 0000 suit!! |
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| Who the hell are you??? |
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| Who decorated this joint? No eye for colour!!! |
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| His first rattle- Thanks Nanny & Poppy D! |
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| Life is just SO exhausting! |
Parenting is tiring too. So we have to ensure we keep our strength up with such handcrafted delights as in the picture above. We had a pork, cranberry and pistachio terrine, King Island ash Brie, Smoked ham, bread stuffing, sourdough Fougasse, and various condiments. Just perfect for a lazy Saturday morning brunch.
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| Look at me- I'm holding the baby!! |
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| Can't see what the fuss is about. Anyone else for a nap? |
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