Please slow down, 2012. The extra g-forces are making me ill.

Devin is a funny boy. We tell him often. That face is accompanied by a Tim ‘The Toolman’ Taylor-esque “errrrh?”, which he pulls out whenever something is apparently not quite right. Like, when a pencil is blunt.

This has become known to us as ‘the train park’, because it’s vaguely train-themed and is metres away from a (fenced) train track. Jene always tells Devin that he’s not going to help him climb up that wall. And then he does it anyway.

Do you notice when the Moon is out during the day? I do, I love it.

I almost wrote, ‘we go to this park a lot’, but that would be superfluous, because we go to every park a lot. This is also where I was savaged by flying, stinging bastards.

Maybe it’s a Leo thing. Things are always dramatic. He does this when he drops something, or when a magnetic train carriage flips over, or when something doesn’t work perfectly on his first try.

Deep and meaningful with a tree, over some terrible McDonald’s orange juice.

He got a stack of play food and a cash register for Christmas… we spent a lot of time buying basket loads of groceries for twenty cents. Then it suddenly became autumn in January, and I got sick of chasing plastic chicken drumsticks off the deck during windy days.

It’s been raining. A lot.

On days where it hasn’t been raining, it’s been blazingly hot and bright. I don’t think this pose was a reaction to anything – he just happened to be standing like that. See. Funny boy.

We seem to be spending a lot of time in this area. This is the view from the pub that we eat 3pm lunches at. Across the road is Hog’s Breath Cafe, which is where we were in the first picture in this post.

I realised recently that we have a river and should visit it more often. (I mean, of course I knew there was a river, I just hadn’t thought of it as anything but the thing that separates one side of town from the other.) It wasn’t as exciting as I’d hoped. But, it’s somewhere new for Devin to play in dirt.

Aunty Erinn gave Devin a bubble spinner. It’s hand-held, but blows a bazillion bubbles at once. Well, it did. Until it broke.

Did I mention that I chauffeured Elton John about?

He’s obsessed with hiding. As in, hide and seek. But he always makes sure to tell me where he’s going to hide, because what he really enjoys are the theatrics. “Where did that Devin go? He was here a minute ago! Is he behind this chair?” etc… I am dreading the day he decides to play without telling me…

Yet more visits to the Japanese gardens. Those koi, man… They recently had to close the park, drain the big pond and repair the whole thing because the koi had overpopulated and were destroying the banks. People like to hand-feed them. I say, no thanks.

Convincing a toddler to leave a playground is as hard as it sounds.

I think zodiac profiling is pretty accurate. Horoscopes… not so much. This one was very fitting, though, and came at a very appropriate time.

You know how I said we go to all the parks? … This one was at 7:30 in the morning.

I love the Moon, and I love clouds. Do you ever stop your car in the middle of an empty road to take photos of clouds? I do…

This isn’t a terrible photo taken during sunset. It’s a terrible photo taken at 10pm, lit by the insane amounts of lightening that were ripping through the sky. I sat on the front deck watching for a long time. One bolt hit either the tall gum tree on the left, or the house that’s behind it. Either way, it was extremely loud, extremely bright, and extremely frightening. I went inside after that. Then I crept back out five minutes later.

Whingy McWhinge Face

He wouldn’t nap for me when he was sick with the ulcers in his mouth. We reached a compromise involving our bed and Ponyo. (I’m going to refer you to the top photo again and point out that our bedroom wall is the same colour as the wall in Hog’s Breath. I just noticed. I picked that colour, not long after Jene and I were together. Yes, I willingly chose that colour. Yes, I still like it.)

He likes playing with my hair, for short periods of time.

He also likes swinging like this. Neither of us showed him how, and he hadn’t seen any other kids do it. He just figured it out. He says, “fying!” and “birdy!”. (Also, we don’t say things like ‘birdy’ and ‘doggy’, and never have, but Devin does.)

That road cone is bolted there. Why? Who the eff knows in this place. A fantasically ‘hilarious’ prank, or a legitimate problem with a lazy solution?
In this same playground, sections of the rubbery ground have been ‘fixed’ by someone simply filling the holes with the wet mixture and… leaving it. No smoothing, nothing. One spot even has a boot print in it. It’s a hazard, and it makes me really grumpy.

I did say only yesterday that writing here wasn’t a priority, but… I was feeling share-y. I think these span from early to mid January. I am pictured out, now, and really wish I was on my own computer.

In other news, I disabled my Facebook account earlier this week, and I don’t really want to go back. Unfortunately, without it, I simply don’t talk to anyone. You can say what you will about it destroying true friendship and connection, but for introverted, anti-social, shy and phone-phobic people like me, it can be a vital lifeline. Writing is my most effective communication method; speaking, the least. I’ve also met a great group of women through the BabyCenter August 2009 birth club board, which eventually drifted over to Facebook. I used to read the US version of the same board – it was insane. Bitchiness out the wazoo. I’ve been with the Australian ladies for three years now, and there has never been any drama and fighting. Ever. So, yes, Facebook is also my doorway to friends who are mothers – having a baby at 21 is a bit lonesome in that respect.
I suppose I will reactivate soon. I just really needed an emotional break – the problems of others tend to weigh very heavily on me.

More pictures and writing soon, too. When I next feel share-y. (It’s a word. It absolutely is, all right?)