Portrait of the Baby at Nine Months

A few weeks after the baby was born, my mother called and advised me to start keeping a diary for him.

“Just a line or so every day,” she said. “They change so quickly and you’ll want to remember the smaller moments from these days.”

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Mr. Baby

Parenthood and sleep deprivation
Mr. Baby at 3 weeks.

We have yet to regularly call him by his name. We went with Arthur, with James and Ho as middle names. He can go by Arthur, Artie, James, Jimmy, Artie Jimbo as a friend suggested, or as his maternal grandpa (whom he looks like) sometimes refers to himself, “Ho”. Whichever suits his fancy in the future. But right now, around these parts, he’s “the Baby.” He is who he is. But we’re still trying to figure him out.

We knew life with a newborn would be hard, but of course we didn’t really sit down and consider just how effing hard.  I don’t think anyone can accurately imagine the actual pain of interminable sleep deprivation. All I can say is I understand how sleep torture can be effective. There have been dark days when all I wanted was for someone to come and punch my lights out. Continue reading “Mr. Baby”

Bondi, Rain or Shine

Bondi Icebergs Swimming Club
Probably the most instagrammed pools in the world, Bondi Icebergs.

I don’t think Tom and I underestimated how much work moving abroad and setting up a new life would be. However, we underestimated how much work doing so would be without the things we were used to, like knowing how to navigate local public transportation, having a car, or even just knowing where to go for what. Continue reading “Bondi, Rain or Shine”