Since my little girl was born, I have moved jobs twice. Same excreta, different location. We have had our first family holiday outside of Sydney and Singapore. And now, we are moving ... well, we are moving Charlotte out to her own room. Well, that has always been the plan from the beginning, it's just that we never got to do it for one reason or another. Mainly, I think we are concerned that she will not sleep well on her own. She'll cry if she wakes up and we're not there beside her, even if it's a nap. Many a time - Mich more than me of course - when she wakes from her nap she will need to be carried and "lie on your shoulder" for a while. Sometimes, like yesterday, she woke from a nightmare, and went to sleep on Mich's shoulder after that.
So off we trouped to Ikea. Ok, so they are one of the world's greatest use of wood products, especially woodchips. I don't purport to know where all them chips came from. All I know is that they're still about half the price of the ones at Harvey Norman and the like. Lo and behold, of course the bed and it's various bits and pieces would also be the one that everyone else in Sydney would want, as it is out of stock for a month. Maybe more. The guy doesn't have a "stock arrival" date. Sigh. So I guess we wait ...
Meanwhile, in the world news, Michael Jackson is no longer with us. Much as I disagree with his ambiguity as to whether he behaved improperly with young children, he did give us a heck of a lot of great songs. Electronic monuments to his name will probably last till all the data storages of the world turn to dust. Of note is that the blanket coverage on the news media made him just the second person Charlotte recognises on TV within a day. The first one was President of the United States Obama. Now MJ. I'm torn between the pride of my daughter picking things up so fast, and the sadness that the media thought he was worthy of the news blitzkreig that all other programming got shunted to one side. Politicians could have passed any laws they wanted that week, and no one would have been the wiser. Whales would have lost their lives to satisfy Japanese scientific research - and they could have re-wrote all the textbooks to say WW2 never happened - and nobody would have cared, for the King of Pop was gone. Charlotte, my child, you are just a product of your time. As a young child, you absorb all the TV has to offer, among other stimulus avenues. I'm proud of you when I tell you that there are scenes on TV that is not for little girls, and you turn your head away. (That's from the MJ music video Thriller.)
Swine flu is here with us, out of Mexico, into Melbourne as well as Sydney. To date I think we are hovering around a thousand cases, I'm not sure. That news is now secondary, and although authorities keep track of it, it is now not "top of mind" stuff. I heard the actor who plays Ron Wesley in the Harry Potter shows got it now, so maybe public interest will perk up again. We had our own scares ourselves, with Charlotte down with flu-like symptoms last Wednesday. She spent the whole day in bed with Mich the day after, which as anybody knows is totally unlike her. A visit to the doctor got Doctor Amy worried, as she was so quiet and lethargic. We packed an overnight bag and went to The Children's Hospital at Westmead later that night, but it was a waste of time. The Triage Nurse which saw us after about an hour told us a fever of 39 was not a worrying sign to her, and that fevers up to 41 is not uncommon. She doesn't really know what is wrong with Charlotte until the doctor checks her out, and that was about a five hour wait - which would have made it about 3.30am. To heck with that, we brought her home - and I had to sign a paper to say I voluntarily left the hospital before a doc could get to see us - so that at least we could sponge her down and have her lying comfortably instead of being carried. My little girl bounced back in a day, and was her happy self again, which was good. Unfortunately she also managed to pass it to all of us. I was the Last Man Standing, having succumbed to it just two or three days ago. I coughed so badly that I threw my lower back out. It's always been a problem area for me, but come on!
Global Financial Crisis? The GFC seems to be still niggling away at us after all these months. In many areas you wouldn't see it, especially if you had managed to hold onto your job(s). Sure life is tough, but when the going gets tough, the tough get going. When the going gets rough, the tough get rough. (Thanks Billy Ocean!) Except that in my current job I can see a lot of the down side. Sure you could probably get some bargains, especially for luxury items, but the ordinary working class, and dare I say it, the middle classes, are all starting to feel it just a bit. Chicken burgers dropped from $7.50 to $5 (yay for me! they are the best ones ever!). We looked at plane tickets before, and it was cheaper to fly to the US than it was to Singapore. Woot! But the exchange rate sucked, of course! As I write, Facebook has ads that says $28 flights to Melbourne. Hmm....
Gotta go! I can just hear her on the monitor looking for me ...

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