Saturday Morning. The First Week Home.


I know.  The blog these days is more baby than Sydney or shop.  I’m hoping to resume regular programming at some stage but at the moment, it’s babies 24/7 in my world.

In the meantime, does this food photo count?  I had a hot breakfast this morning.  A toasted croissant and a cup of coffee.  And what’s more, no reheating was involved.  I can attest to the fact that a cup of white tea can still be drinkable after being reheated in the microwave twice.  Coffee needs to be drunk more urgently so tepid is still fine, in my book.

We’re off to a cracking start to Saturday here at SSG Manor.  I’ve done my first feed of the morning dawn, had that breakfast and am now sitting down at my laptop enjoying a bit of time alone with my thoughts as the baby sleeps through the sounds of Saturday morning in the suburbs.  Birds are chirping, the thuds and shudders of the washing machine and dishwasher have reached their crescendos and through it all, he sleeps.

It was only a week ago that he looked like this.

When his eyes shut, the horizontal lines they made were about the thickness of a line made by a newly sharpened pencil.  These days, the lines have thickened more to a biro mark.  There’s serious strength in those paws these days when they grip at things.

These photos were taken when he was about 3 days old at the hospital.  The hospital’s photographer was a seasoned professional.  The whole shoot wrapped in under 10 minutes.

The feet I held last week are hoofing it up in some basic yoga poses these days…..

It’s been a week today since we returned home and besides the trick about microwaving cups of tea, I’ve learned a few things to make our days more settled.

I’ve not even gone near nail clippers and am using these emery boards to file the baby’s nails.

Everything for bath time goes in a caddy so I don’t have to fumble for things once I’ve drawn the bath water at the right temperature.  That blue bath thermometer in the shape of a flower makes judging the water temperature a breeze.  Especially when you don’t trust your own elbows.

Fortunately, Baby SSG loves sleeping in that hospital bassinet I hired.  The bed section is doubling up as a change table for the moment and it’s handy being able to wheel him to different rooms around the house.

Well that’s all the news from these parts for now.  I’m off to live life vicariously through my emergency supply of gossip magazines.

Have a lovely weekend!


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