The world according to Cooper Roam Watt

Music class has a parachute game where everyone sings an appropriate song and holds on to the edge of the 'parachute' we then shuffle lift up and down.... you get the picture. Not Cooperman this game is all about him when he is not trying to mount the parachute he is running giggling from one side to the next. The leaders look at me with sympathy saying that he will get it eventually. Not so long at we keep playing the game where he gets thrown around on the duvet, sheets and rugs when making beds or tidying I think.

So many blogable moments so little time

I've tried and tried to get things up on the blog, I get to the middle of a post and the wee one turns the computer off. Understandably it gets a decent reaction from mum.
Yesterday was music day where we hop on the boat and head to Russel Island for some god lovin sing songs and dances. Coops seems to love it although is having issues trying trying to place himself at the top of hierarchy. My introduction is often our names followed by a half apologetic smile and a "he bites, pinches and pulls hair - oh and he goes for the eyes". None of the other kids seem to.

Show us yer Deck

My Dad and Poppa helped me to build this one. Cool huh.

Where there's a Watt there's a way

Here comes another one just like the other one. Bambabadadadada da. Yip ‘lil Coop is getting a wee brother or sister. Yip, I’d like to thank my “good catholic” upbringing for the surprise that is on its way. You’d think the few years, surrounded by amazing knowledge holders on all things reproductive, at family planning would enable a little more of the science to kick in on the whole matter. The plan was to wait a few years, just like all the text books say on the benefits of spacing children. However, our life is no text book and I’ve constantly been told that I ‘burn the candle at both’ ends so it should be no surprise that we are diving head first into expanding our little family.

Cooper is incredible. We had a raging 1st birthday… party time! It was held under the cotton trees at Scarborough with friends and family coming from everywhere, Sydney, Melbourne, Brissy, F’n Queensland and all the way from the other side of the Tasman and even the mines in Indonesia! Big thank you to everyone who made it. The day was filled with fabulous cupcakes that looked simply divine, prawns, fruit, fairy bread and all the good stuff that makes a kids party. We played piñata (no trips to the hospital) pass the parcel, (try that one after teaching your small person how to open presents by ripping with gusto ‘till you find a goodie) and tug o war (where I nearly wet myself from laughing). Awesome party can’t wait for next year.

Coops is amazing he’s walking now and only just short of running. He has started to try and go down steps forwards sometimes with a giggle other times a howl and a face covered in dirt and pebbles. His favourite is going for rides on the bike, where I strap him in to his seat behind me and huff and puff up the hills with Cooper kicking me up the bum to go faster. Can’t wait till he can talk “faster mummy faster”… I’ve taken to introducing him as an ‘active’ child – (the texts use ‘active’ and naughty interchangeably which has never been so apparent). No doubt his favourite place is outdoors, a couple of days or rain and this too had never become more apparent. Coops loves helping, especially when his dad is working outside. Rob and Poppa (and of course Cooper) have just built a big deck out the front! So wonderful it is like having an entire room outside.

Guess where we are now… yip got our own little bid of Island paradise. We are halfway between Brissy and the Goldy and ….east. We are on Macleay Island which is protected by North Straddie (loads of Queenslandisms there… wait ‘till we get a fourbee – read 4WD) We have a gorgeous little house on the most Northern part of the Island from our big deck we look out over the water to the mainland and Coochimudlo. Out the kitchen window we look over water glimpses to North Straddie. Am amazing weekend saw a vege patch and our very own fruit bowl come to fruition not to mention Rob’s tropical oasis and my agave garden off the deck. Chuck in a water feature and I reckon we are in with Jamie Durie’s best.

Robs rendering on the Goldy and gets the ten to five ferry every morning which means we generally get up at stupid o’clock to take him to the ferry terminal. He is managing the tats with a lovely kiwi guy giving us a hand. Poor kid was working for some sea salt hand scrub mob that was commission only he was making bugger all.

Well guys this is probably the last e-mail, we are going to set up a blog where hopefully I’ll update the goings on of the little Watt family reasonably regularly.

If anyone has bothered to keep the e-mails sent out when I was pregnant can you please fwd them to me I'd like to keep them as a record for coops ( I only have the last 6) ... thanks