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And three days, but who's counting?

So here's where we're at. We have a little boy who isn't so little anymore at 8.3 kilograms (that's 18.26 pounds for those of you using antiquated measurement systems He's sitting up for short periods, gradually getting to be longer periods. And it doesn't seem to bother him when he tips over and bangs his head, but we usually only have him sit on the softest floor (the carpet in the lounge).

He's also rocking on hands and knees, and watching the cats intently. They're going to be his motivation for crawling.

No solid food yet, but it may happen in the next couple weeks. I was thinking about doing it this week but there's been other things going on, and he's been grumpy (I think it's the change in weather - sunny & hot to cool & rainy in the space of a couple days), and I want to make sure he's through this grumpy patch before we shake things up. He has two bottom teeth and they're SHARP.

Darrin calls this the "roadkill" shot. This is the blanket my mom made for him. My dad's a truck driver, so of course we have to have truck stuff.

Panda bear, the new favourite toy. Panda gets its own special noise. He seems to go for the soft toys more than the hard plastic ones.

Don't we all feel like this after a big day out?

Well. Caleb has TWO teeth now. And he's fussing & wiggling on my lap at the moment so this post is going to be short. And he's been rocking on his hands & knees for a while now, so it's only a matter of time before he's chasing the cats. Bring it on!

Darrin watching old Muppet Show episodes reminded me of the Borkifier: an English-to-Swedish Chef translator. Here you can translate a block of text or an entire web page to Swedish Chef, Pig Latin, Valley Speak, Elmer Fudd, or even Redneck.

Oh, and yes, please, by all means post any gems in the comments.

Yep. Caleb cut his first tooth today. Lower left central incisor. I think I spelled that correctly. Whatever. He's got a tooth now, that's the main point. And he's not cooperating with us trying to take a picture of it, so you'll just have to wait till we can get a better shot of it.

Okay. So I signed up to MySpace a couple weeks ago to read some friends' blogs, because they were set to private and I couldn't read them anymore without being signed up.

Well. Today we got back home from visiting Darrin's mum & step-dad in Riverton, and among the 30-odd non-spam emails was one stating thus:

Hello,

Please note that you do not meet the required age limit as per MySpace.com's Terms of Service, or you have misrepresented your
age on the MySpace.com system.
We deleted your account because you have violated the Terms of Service.
Do not create another account on MySpace.com until you reach the required age, or use the correct age on your profile if you are old enough to have an account.

If you meet our required age limit, please sign up with your correct age.
Thank you,
MySpace

Uh, right. I don't remember them ever asking for my age. And if it's a joining condition that you have to be over x years old, they should make it a lot more obvious than they do. Ugh.

So they can forget about me signing up again. I've had enough. MySpace sucks. End of story.

Well. Caleb woke up at 5 this morning, I fed him, he went back to sleep. I couldn't get back to sleep because I've been sitting in the car too much this week and my back hurt, so I got up. It's now 7:30 and everyone else (including Caleb) is STILL in bed. Kinda nice.

...because, after all, I'm on the bottom of it.

My parents are in town for the next week. They arrived on Saturday the 1st and leave very early in the morning on Thursday the 13th. So I probably won't post much till after they've gone home.

One quick thing, though. I had a tiny tiny split-second moment of panic in the car the other day when we were all driving somewhere. Because I was sitting in the right-side back seat in the same position I'd always sat in the family car, and my dad was in the front left, so when the car took off from the traffic lights and my dad was still looking at whatever was in his lap...

AAARGH! DAD'S NOT DRIVING...oh yeah, we're in Australia. Phew.

Yep, I still get confused sometimes even after nearly four years down under.