Operational Alphabet, by the Ministry of Letters. It's a creative and charming tale, beautifully illustrated and printed on gorgeous stock. Inspirational rather than educational, aspiring to instil a love of words and letters into children.
It's a beautiful book and is available now in Australia (and online). Supplemented on the technology side of things with a blog, gorgeous animations and an iPad and iPod app called The Singing Alphabet.
As you can see, the arrival of this book has come at a perfect time for us:
(She's improved in the days since I recorded this. E, F and G get an honorable mention in there too now).
Speaking of which we've all been hitting the library around here – some of us more literally than others. I have solid hope that one day, BB's love of books will overpower her need for movement and we'll leave the library with our heads held high instead of the shameful swifty we currently employ.
I've mentioned before we don't own a TV, neither do we have TV set up on the computer but never-the-less, I find myself spending more time on here than I'd like, perhaps out of sheer habit. Despite the obvious comparisons, the thing I find the most re-assuring about a book is the intimacy of a singular focus within a time frame; one subject as opposed to a bottomless pit of words and images. Whilst the internet is an amazing tool, I always find after a hefty stint I need a break.
So I'll leave it at that for now. Thanks for all the kind emails and comments over the last few months, despite my need step away occasionally I do find this to be on the whole, an incredibly supportive and inspirational online community.
See you soon. xxx
I can't really blame him. When I really think about it if I were him I'd be raging too.
So more than likely this will be dispersed over a period of time. I had a hunch that would happen.
And, because I'm being a bit of a chicken leaving my face out, here's a dodgy head-shot, accentuating my lack of make-up, unwashed hair and nose which I think is a little large. Poor BB was very concerned about the spot near my bottom lip...
Me: On my mouth? Maybe Vegemite?
BB: No Vegemite mummy. This one. Mummy hurts?
Me: Oh this? Maybe it's a pimple?
BB: Get a bandaid!
Thankfully I managed to convince her that would be a bad idea.
Vintage army shirt, Bassike stripe tee, Kate Sylvester shorts, Daisy boots by The Horse.
This army shirt was the result of a late night eBay scour (one of a few, if I'm honest) and I've pretty much worn it every single day since receiving it. Unlike some of my other favourite jackets I don't freak out when BB goes to smear a grubby hand on me. It makes a superb tea-towel, art-smock and toddler-hanky. Throw it in the wash and Bob's your uncle!
The boots are a very kind gift from the lovely folks over at The Horse, and will be my trusty companions all through winter. Comfy, a bit shiny and fancy and best off all easy to put on when dashing out the door like a madman. I was thinking about a way to show my gratitude (other then advertising) and decided that for one week only, this here little space will be converted into a style blog. Hurrah! (Sorry PB, I know you're cringing.)
Daisy boots and army shirt worn in an outfit every day for a week and documenting it.*
Good idea? Who knows.
* What I really mean is I'll try my best to take a photo every day, but more than likely I'll end up with about 3 shots over a period of two weeks.
Some recent iPhone pics. I'm close to starting a tumblr for all these – the only thing that's stopping me is I can't quite decide on a (design) theme.
Tomorrow is Mother's Day here in Oz. Sadly my dear mum is overseas at the moment and PB is working, but we'll be sneaking into the cafe for an early breakfast before the Mother's Day rush.
Happy Mother's Day to all the mama's out there, my beautiful mum and my dearest mama friends, who inspire and support me daily. xxx
New objects in my neat (because-I-threw-everything-else-to-the-other-side-for-the-photo) corner of the room:
Cat pillowcases: When life brings you friend with rad vintage sheet collection make pillowcases. I'm not even going to say how long these took me, but they are extremely neat (with french seams!) Cutting them up was terrifying. One chance only folks! Phew.
Kilim rug: At garage sale around the corner for $5. (Plus $30 for a dry-clean).
Hobby horse: Picked up from Vinnies and later worked out through investigation of marks and scratches that in fact, this was at one stage in Jill's ownership until she took it to (a different) Vinnies. She informed me her reason for donation was due to constantly kicking it around the house. Yup, I can now see that.
In other news night-weaning is going great guns. I'm now not feeding BB until about 4am, and only getting up once or twice before then to rub her back to resettle. I understand that for some people this isn't a triumph, but for us it is.