cunning plans

Just received this from Julia...

"Dear Finn, thanks for dobbing in a new arrival and providing such detailed information about her whereabouts and those un-Austrayl-yan working families who have assisted her. Unfortunately, the Malaysia off-shore processing policy was intended to deal with asylum seekers, rather than people born in Austrayl-ya, although as you point out, the country probably would be a better place if we could export a few true-blue Aussies. Keep up the vigilence, Yours JG"

Time for Plan B, I guess...

Hum

Got home from Nonna's to find a Goldilocks situation: who's been sitting, eating, sleeping in my spaces? Mum and Dad call her Francesca, but as I mentioned in my blog a few months ago, her real name is Hum. I like her - she gave me a pressie, although I have yet to establish how she bought it as apparently she can't walk or drive and has no money.
Anyhoos, I'm posting a few questions which I feel she needs to answer (Dad says she'll respond to them in her own blog in due course, although where he'll find time to type up her musings as well as mine goodness only knows, even if he has finally finished his thesis and has nothing better to do with his time).
1) Why did Hum do a poo in her nappy if she only drinks milk?
2) Why doesn't she like sleeping in her basinette (the irony of this question is breathtaking, given how little time Finn spent in his cot - Ed.)
3) Why does she cry so much?
4) Why does she get to stay up later partying with Mum and Dad?
5) Just, why?

sleep-overs

Somit's up - two sleep-overs as Nonna's in a row... hmm, suspicious

Hoom or Goom?

Apparently the bump in Mamma's belly is my soon-to-be new little friend. The lady in the hospital said she couldn't see any "boy bits" in the scan, so it's going to be a Chopsetta rather than a Chopsy like me. Ah well, can't have everything I guess.
I've got lots for her to do already - whippersnipping, blowing, etc. although I'll still do the mowing. Can't decide whether to call her Hoom or Goom yet, tho...

The naughty mat

I spend quite a lot of time here currently...

the waiting game

Hi, Finn wants the doovey in the toy shop, but Mamma said it wasn't available... too exy or some such nonsense - reeedonkulus! Anyway, somebody called Santa is going to bring it tomorrow... allegedly. We have to leave out milk and bikkies 'cos he gets hungry, and carrots for the reindeer. Dada suggested sherry too. Whaddeva, so long as he doesn't forget the doovey.
Otherwise, been pretty busy, going to music class, swimming, working for Nonna doing the mowing, snipperwhipping, blowing, etc. How can you mow without a catcher? Apparently a brush is ok if you don't have a blow-blow, but I have my doubts.
Tobi came to take fotos - he was quite well behaved, apart from blowing up one of my balloons. I had to tell him off about that.
Right, better sign off in expectation...

Autumn

Dad loves this song - the vid is presciently autobiographical (about me), he feels

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RcmARUa8eAc