We Lost the Camera!

As absolutely incredible as this may seem, this week is a little light on photos because we lost the camera for four whole days! I was at a complete loss and slightly panicked. However calm was restored when it was found in the bag of goodies we bought at Target to keep prying walking baby fingers out of cupboards. No, don't get excited, she's not walking solo yet but better to have those things in the house so that Operation Lockdown can commence at any moment when the time does arrive.

Well this week Harry has been a little scamp of a thing. She's been having really good, long day sleeps but her night sleeping has been up and down. That's provoked us into trying a new sleep routine which we're still trying to work around the logistics of.

It was thrown out of balance with the arrival of Nana and Grandpa for the weekend. We took them to the pool to see Harry's delight at swimming, however it was pretty busy down there and as we found out, her love of swimming is not as great as her love for other babies. She did love to hang on to Nana whilst in the pool though, leaving Papa and Mama to enjoy some baby-free time. Cool! We finally remembered to take her 'noodle' (long piece of foam for floating) and her nipple ball with us but she wasn't interested in either of them, preferring instead to hang off Nana staring out some other children that were playing nearby. We also met another almost-11mth-old baby, but she was crap. Of course. Cos Harry rocks.

The latest craze this week (and last but I forgot to write about it) is pointing. Harriet will point at anything taking her fancy, turn to you to see if you're just as amazed as she is, and then go right back to watching her subject avidly. Problem is she often forgets to take her pointing finger down. Pretty cute. Here she's pointing at some seagulls when Nana, Grandpa and the three of us went down to La Perouse for lunch on Saturday. Also the tongue out thing is making a comeback. When I looked in her mouth this morning (through no choice of my own, she was hanging upside down with her mouth wide open...oh yeah, she's a keeper) there was a visible upper premolar threatening to poke down soon, replete with a little line of blood where it's cutting the gum. Ouch! Probably helps to explain the tonuge thing. Poor sweet crazy monkey baby.

Then today Papa went to Playgroup with us since it's the last chance he has before starting his new job next week. It was a pretty impressive effort since yesterday we all went and had a delicious brunch at Mal & Mark's place, then came home for a sleep and the guys then came over to ours for afternoon tea. With the tea were biscuits. Those biscuits happened to be sitting on the coffee table. There's a baby in the house who is just the right height to attack all items on the coffee table. Result = baby eating choc chip biscuit. Result of that? Baby that is still hyper at ONE AM! After driving around for a while she fell asleep (but not after we'd both lost our cool) and Jimbo then got *back* up to watch the World Cup Final just a couple of hours later. We immediately went and checked the bottle of Dimetapp to see if there was any sugar in that stuff (see previous post) but no. But it definitely supports my strong 'no added sugar' policy on Harriet's diet!

Anyway, so that little story was to prove just what a gallant effort he made in order to go to Playgroup at 10am. And not only did he do that, he also drove to the pool at 8.30am and managed to bag the last weekend slot for Harriet's swimming classes. Super Papa!
At Playgroup he had a heap of fun driving Harriet around in the big red car, playing Peekaboo with her through the wooden slats of the fort and throwing sand around in the sandpit.

So all-in-all not much to write about but with a lost camera for four days out of seven I think we managed to do ok with this post.