Ollie and I headed up to the local shopping centre the other day to escape the oppressive heat (which we did) and to try and finish off our Christmas shopping (which we didn't). During our trip an old lady asked how old Ollie was which caused me to realise that it was his 11 month birthday.
Later, Ollie was having a play with the toys in the nursing room while a new mum was feeding her tiny baby. I couldn't believe that suddenly I was the relaxed (albeit mildly exhausted) mother to the small boy while she was looking incredibly terrified with this teeny squealing wrinkled being. It was just a matter of moments ago that I was in her shoes.
Given it is only a few weeks shy of the big 12 months (the French champagne is on ice), it totally freaks me out how quickly time has flown by.
It has been the most amazing year of my life. Ollie and I have had an absolute blast being a lady of leisure and her son. We've been to mother's group, swimming lessons, coffee with friends, Gymboree and hanging with the mothers in my neighbourhood (or as Nick calls us, the Mafia). At many points this year I have proclaimed my willingness to stay home forever and even now as I approach my start date at work, I am saddened at the prospect of being away from Ollie even a few days a week.
But this week it finally happened. The thing many of my friends told me would happen - I realised that I actually do need to go back to work. I'm not sure whether it came about due to my constant singing of nursery rhymes or whether it is because Ollie has just been so demanding lately. He has a sixth sense for anything dangerous and totally age-inappropriate and I spend most of my days keeping him from pulling out powercords and messing with the modem.
However, something amazing also happened this week. I took ownership of my dream camera. My new (but not quite as adored, baby) camera, that I have wanted for a number of years, and finally it is mine! I have taken WAY too many photos in the last two days but when you have such an amazing subject (ie Ollie-B) it is pretty easy to do. I've included a slightly dodgy pic of me celebrating my new purchase.
Other events include a trek to Ikea with Nanna Carmel and Aunty Em which say Olliebear consume his first taste of Swedish meatballs and mash. The photo taken after this captured the moment that Ollie smooshed his hand right into the gravy. Ewww!
Last night saw Nick and I catching Powderfinger which always captures a sense of nostalgia for us. This came about as Nanna Carmel and Aunty Em looked after a sleeping Ollie at their place and Nick and I headed back there for a sleepover when cheap beers at the Vic no longer appealed. We topped off the trip with lunch at superbowl - as you can see Ollie really got into the experience. To make things better we even scored one of the coveted New Year's calendar!!
Check out this pic of Ollie having a close encoutner of the Gus kind. Lately Ollie has been getting pretty close to her, what with his super speedy legs and his ability to quickly move any obstacle put in his way. Gus had been a real good sport about this and despite Ollie grabbing multiple clumps of her fur, she has withheld the temptation to swipe across the face. Only time will tell whether Ollie and Gus will become good mates or whether she will feature as a special at the local Chinese restaurant.
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