firsts

What did I tell you? Duncan back in the hot seat briefly.

When I rang our Canadian contact to tell them Duncan was running late, he told me that it had got really cold in Toronto - not just the zero degrees cold, but really cold and he was looking forward to sharing this with Duncan. Beautiful and snowy apparently. I told him that it was a sunny day here and the cicadas were chirping.

Cicadas chirping is so cool. The sound of the kiwi summer and if they are singing their wee song, or scraping their wings or whatever they do, you know it's a nice day. Funny how you forget these things. I had forgotten about cicadas until I heard the first track of Dave Dobbyn's album Duncan gave me for my birthday back in November. How cool is that I thought having another wow nz you rock moment.

Now back to the topic. Firsts. Eden will have a lot of firsts for quite a while and so will we with him. Friday night we had our first date out without Eden and a real live babysitter. Ab Fab to have a friend like Georgie who is so willing to be available for us and superduper qualified for such a job.

We went to Rob's 'Jazz Rugby' Fringe Festival event where his band accompanied the opening game of the super 14 on the big screen with suitable jazz riffs and improvisations. They didn't have to play their sad piece as the Hurricanes won hands down!

Eden slept the entire evening and did not need babysitter to feed him (my 50ml of milk I managed to express was like getting blood out of a stone no less). What a good boy.

Now this blog has missed a whole lot of firsts being recorded already. However, last night was the second time that I have slept in a house without other adult company. The first was a couple of months back when Duncan went up to Auck for the night. I've always gone to stay with others when hubby is away. But now with a child I need to get hard and grow up so I have.

We went together to church this morning (daddy being babysat by air hostesses hopefully) and he was ok, not too noisey this time. He fell asleep literally as the preacher was saying his last sentence- woohyeah- not the best timing. It is different every week, keeps us on our toes.

By the way I probably haven't said that we have decided to make Central Baptist church our home base (or 'Central' as they call it). More on this another time, I'm off to pick up Grandma from her plane - better check it's not fogged out - can't tell from the view here in hardyplank heaven - we're either in the clouds or above them...