A series of firsts

The first roll

Admittedly this happened a few weeks ago but it's taken me a while to catch it on camera. We've encountered a few issues...namely the screeching. So, the little man has learned to communicate. It generally sounds like grunts, and squawks and lots of effort. Unfortunately, when I point the camera in order to capture said "roll", the grunts and exertions make a simple roll sound like an act of torture. This rendered the several videos, some with successful rolls, others not, unusable. 

The first pair of shorts

In got sooo hot in the last few weeks (read 25 degrees +) that Callum got into his first pair of shorts. It was a momentous occasion !

The first haircut

It was with horror and embarrasment that Nuwan and I spotted that Callum's hair was looking decidedly mulletish. Not only was there a "party" in the back,  a la uncle Jesse, there's was a wispy haired party in the front. It was to try and remedy this disaster that we headed to DOOZ at Bellevue to give Mr Callum his first haircut. We were excited....we told the grandparents and the aunts and uncles. They were so excited that every time they saw Callum leading up to the event, they were convinced he'd already gotten his haircut.
Alas, there was one critical step I'd forgotten. I'd forgotten to tell his Seattle grandmas. It was lunch at Grandma Gill's where I casually mentioned our weekend plans.
"Callum's getting a haircut on Saturday." I said to Grandma's Sharon and Gill.
Jaws dropped, gasps ensued and looks of horror were exchanged. I was expressly forbidden from touching a hair on my precious boys head.
"But his wispy curls will be gone." They cried
" Quick, let's count the curls."  They said, united in their efforts to thwart Nuwan and I.

Ultimately, we were given reluctant permission to trim just a little to maintain his "coolness".

So, with reluctant permission in hand, off we went to DOOZ. Callum was photographed and placed in his bumbo chair.

 His hairdresser placed a cloak around his shoulders and Callum processed to chew it with vigour....mmm tasty plastic.

 The hairdresser declared him the calmest baby she's ever seen and was impressed by his cool. He happily chewed on his hands as his hair was neatened and trimmed ever so slightly. An after photo was taken and he received his very own mini-ducky.

Now, we did run into Grandma Gill the following day and either the haircut was so subtle she didn't notice it, or she was too polite to mention the massacreing we doled out onto our first born.

The first Mother's Day

Sunday was my first Mother's Day...yay! I was woken at 6:30 (the why's of this follow) by Callum and Nuwan and given my first mother's day present. A lovely Le Creuset loaf pan and a new French inspired apron and oven mits.

Callum apparently heard me complain about my missing loaf pan and in his own words "you can never have too many aprons"....agreed!

After Callum went to bed Nuwan even cooked me a delicious chorizo and prawn risotto which I enjoyed with glass of my favourite Semillion.

The first 5k

We woke up at 6:30 and woke Callum up in order to take Callum out for his first mother's day 5k run. The weather wasn't great but as we got out onto the course we were greatful for the cool rain rather than the hot sun of the past few days.

Here's a few happy snaps of us coming into the finishing line. We made it in under an hour! Yay!

The first passport

I have sort of accepted that I have a Yankee baby. That didn't stop us from registering his birth with the Australian consulate in order to obtain his Australian citizenship. Along came his citizenship ceritifcate in the post, with a slightly unexpected surprise.

Woops, we now had a child that could not travel back home! So we are now in a frantic effort to get his Australian passport so that he can actually enter his homeland....geez. 

The first of many conversations about life

The first time laughing at a "Dad joke"