The week that was

It seems like a lot has happened over the last week.

First my mother came down to visit us, which was lovely. It was so nice to see her spending time with Lily and watching a bond form between the two of them. It was also great just to have another pair of hands around the house for a few days. It is so much easier to clean up, cook and get organised when someone is able to occupy Lily for a while.

On the Tuesday afternoon Lily discovered that she can pull herself up to standing. Ever since then it has become her main obsession in life. She tries to do it on anything and everything and seems to think that she can let go once she is up (with predictable results).



On the Wednesday Mum's partner joined us and Lily had two Grandmas in the house, which was also lovely - if a little too busy for a certain little person to sleep. Then sadly they had to leave on Friday morning and we were on our own again.

Fortunately that day I had a lovely lunch with two of my favourite vegan bloggers to distract me - Anna from Veganista and Theresa from the Tropical Vegan.


I had never met Theresa or Anna before and it was so nice to have the chance to chat with them about their lives, their PhDs and the reason that they had become vegans (I love finding this out). The lunch itself was a little ordinary. We ate at Sizzle Bento on the ANU Campus and it seems that they may be a little too busy for their own good. My tempura (for example) was still runny, which wasn't tasty in the least.

On Saturday morning we loaded the car and headed up to Sydney to visit my Dad and his partner (and Midnight and Freya). This was Lily's best trip in the car so far. She was fairly calm for the first hour and a half and then she slept for the next hour and a half (almost all the way to Dad's door). (The way back wasn't quite so good, with Lily vomiting all over herself about three quarters of an hour out of Canberra).

The best thing (for me) about Saturday was that Lily finally figured out how to say Mama consistently. She has been saying Dada, Baba, Ga, Ya, Nana and a range of other random sounds for a while now, but Mama seems to have been a challenge. It is silly that I care, but it was nice to hear her say my 'name'.

Now we are back in Canberra and the week looms before us without any food from the Farmers' Markets in our kitchen... Perhaps I should go and investigate what we can rustle up for dinner.