Fit for a queen

Alain De Botton, the English modern day philosopher claims that it is no wonder that a majority of us suffer from status anxiety. From the day we are born, and throughout our first years, we are treated as royalty. We are fed, bathed, rocked to sleep, cuddled and admired by all who meet us. We even have a special higher than average chair, that is only ours and from that chair, or throne, we rule the world, or at the very least, the kitchen or dining room.

You paid what for this chair? So I really am sitting in the most expensive seat in the house

Poppy too shall be set up to suffer from status anxiety following the purchase of her very own high chair. Both girls in fact were delirious with excitement, Poppy at being able to bang on the table, throw things from it and of course be entertained by our constant willingness to bend over and pick up her stuff. Meanwhile Mia was ecstatic at having Poppy at the table with her and insisted they sit side by side. Mia is super helpful during Poppy's feeding time. Her entertaining ways assure Poppy has a giggle and that is when I sweep in with the spoon. Poppy however, is catching on and has learnt to both smile and laugh with her mouth closed (but only whilst in the high chair).

One thing that put a wide smile on both Poppy and my face was this fabulous exhibition in the Lamington Drive gallery in Fitzroy. It was Kat Macleod's first exhibition and was worth the wait. Many would be familiar with her creative illustrations (she's Michi girl: michigirl.com.au) and although surprisingly small, they were rich and inspiring. I bought a couple of limited edition prints (which I will show when they arrive in Dec).

Luke and I were lucky to have the chance to go out on a hot date this past weekend (with each other in case you are wondering). My dear mother, who I know I've whinged about previously does come through with the goods on occasion. And so it was, that for only the third time since the arrival of Poppy that we headed out, childless. Despite, or shall I say in spite of Mia's eventual enthusiasm for our outing (she took us both by the hand and walked us out of the house!) it was with some initial reluctance that we ventured out. Exhausted, all we really fantasied about was sleep! However, you must take the opportunity when it arises. We headed for dinner without reservations.... we had forgotten that people go out on Saturday nights, in fact many people go out on Saturday nights. After an arduous search we squeezed our way into Cafe DiStasio. It was so lovely to just be together and have delicious food served to us (with free glass of wine an dessert, they took pity on us). I must admit however, that we often found ourselves talking about the girls, and couldn't help but notice the contrast in conversational topics between us and our young groovy neighbours.

It was the dreaded poo discussion. When you're young and free you vow that you shall never engage in such inane chatter. But things change.... And I'm now going to share with you why it was that topic we were discussing. Poppy had been constipated by that stage for two days! We were all feeling it, and becoming quite concerned. The next morning however brought us much relief. Poppy greeted us with Mount Poo-Suvius and an infectious Post Poo High (PPH).

This made the celebrations of a lovely visit by the grandparents and couple of birthdays much easier to enjoy, one Birthday with a jumping castle, the other in a stylish cafe with a cupcake birthday cake.... what more can you ask for?