With Chef Du Plunge verging on 10 months old I decided that it’s probably time for another update.
“Things going well”.
Not much more to state than that really! I did, just this very hour, watch him pulling himself up from sitting to standing because he wanted to see what was in the bath. And that is very exciting. His Tauranga grandma predicted that he’ll likely “just get up and walk”, and the testament is a lack of crawling combined with the willingness to stand (and if at all possible jump up and down) at every occasion.
Mind you, I’ve likely jinxed the whole thing…
The main change since the last posting is that the wee man has gone to day-care and has been coming home with the expected constant round of colds. I swear little kids are basically Petri dishes… No colds or flu for the first two years we’ve been in this apartment, but pretty-much non-stop sneezing since we sent him to care! No drama but. It’s just wipe up the muckus, ensure he’s sleeping alright (not too much of a drama, he’s never really slept through the night and we’re kind of used to it), and get on with it.
He’s a great kid though. Rarely unhappy, laughs when he gets himself into a difficult spot (say by falling over sideways), loves his mum and dad, has learned to play “when you’re happy and you know it” and “catch”, and likes to join in when everyone laughs. What more can you want than that?
In other news, his daycare is in Newlands, and we’re thinking pretty seriously about making the move up there. We’ve considered our options, and we simply can’t afford an apartment that has enough space AND the safety this little guy needs – actually, let me rephrase that – we’d need a mortgage so large that we would leave ourselves no ‘wiggle-room’, so we’re heading to the burbs. Second Chef’s parent’s are looking like they’ll sell us their place, while they move to a different clime, and there’s something special about bringing him up in his grandparent’s house.
Too many Kiwis only see houses as assets, when they should see homes, you know?
So big changes afoot here in the City. I’m doing my best to stay true to the green values, so there is lots of debate about the best method of travel, shortest travel times, minimising use of our second-hand car and the like. All good really.
26 September, 2009 at 2:11 am
oh god not newlands
it’s like the land that time forgot, you might as well go the whole hog and head out for grenada
26 September, 2009 at 3:19 am
heh. to be honest, it’s like a time warp to mount maunganui of the 80s…
i feel like i’m resuming a life i walked away from!
8 October, 2009 at 3:04 pm
Granada is a shithole. Newlands actually has quite an active community. It’s certainly a lot more diverse than Karori- lots of new migrants.
27 September, 2009 at 8:15 pm
I’ve never understood the judging, to be honest. Suburbs are just places with lawns.
If it works for you (and nothing’s perfect), then go for it.
27 September, 2009 at 8:28 pm
i live in karori
and have no small people that i need to be responsible for
so I’m going to stay put in my little single person judgment corner
28 September, 2009 at 10:23 am
i’m with george. anything further north than the railway station, and any further south that berhampore require a passport… it’s all the same same.
8 October, 2009 at 3:05 pm
I live in Newlands and work in Miramar. It takes 40 fucking minutes to ride a bicycle between the two. Nowhere in Wellington is particularly remote.
8 October, 2009 at 3:04 pm
Purely out of interest, which nursery? I’m on the board of one of them.
9 October, 2009 at 5:55 am
barnados, so… maybe no board.
good placement though. we’re really happy with it.
9 October, 2009 at 10:59 am
Ah, we’re with Newlands Childcare (does what it says on the tin). I didn’t know there was a Barnados in Newlands. Yeah, finding good childcare is a Good Thing; both our girls have/are going to the same place, as we know and like the staff and their approach to things.
By the way, I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, but the bus service to/from Newlands is actually excellent. Helps that it’s a relatively straight run down into Lambton Quay rather than winding through a lot of suburbs, but my wife leaves for work at 7:30am and is at her desk by 7:55.
9 October, 2009 at 12:35 pm
i’m genuinely looking forward to the move.
the apartment has been *exactly* what we needed in getting CDP to a year old (i.e. it’s warm, compact and easy to keep clean/tidy, handy to bored-parent-distracting things, and close to amenities like supermarkets).
but dad needs a man-cave.
9 October, 2009 at 3:22 pm
All the best with your move to the ‘burbs. I hope it is kind to you, they can be cruel places
10 October, 2009 at 9:14 am
i really hated living in the mount… but this should be a lot better.
fortunately we already know the neighbours a little (they gave us stuff when CDP was first born), and Second Chef grew up in the hood.
that said, i’m under no illusions, and will largely be keeping TFk away from all the loonies.