A week in the life

Maud excuses her lack of blogging over the past week due to a busy social diary. Before her readers scoff, Mistress Anna has collected the evidence to prove it. A typical week in the life of the Maudster goes something like...
Wakes up, stretches and wonders what to do with herself:


Experiments with different outfits depending on the weather and her mood:


Tells Big Daddy-o the garden's looking a bit tired and could do with a splash of rainwater revival:

Entertains at home and elsewhere...here she is chez toi with Melanie and Sofie, new friends from Marrickville ABA group:

And with the gorgeous Sally, in her chic East Sydney terrace. Mistress Anna loves the purebaby organic cotton jumpsuit Sally bought for Maud, so much so she had to rip off Maud's clothes then and there to try it on her:

It's often all too much for the Maudster, and several times a day she succumbs to slumber in her favourite position next to the kitchen.

I don't know much but I know what I like

Mistress Anna woke up this morning and the day stretched out ahead of her: long, empty and bereft of any planned activity unless you count the plodding walks around the block with Maud in the shoulder-straining sling. Which she didn't. So a spontaneous trip away from the Wood of Earl was required. But first Maud needed washing, given she hadn't been submerged in water for over a week. Pooh!

Maud is not a big fan of the bath, which is why it's undertaken so rarely. But Big Daddy-o finds if he wraps her up tightly enough, he can keep tears at bay.

So Mistress Anna headed off to the NSW art gallery for a bit of kulcha. But Maud only deemed the nineteenth century artists, and a little bit of Drysdale, Friend and Nolan acceptable, before indicating a desire to leave.

Fortunately, the day was not cut too short, as Mistress Anna unexpectedly bumped into Holey Doley Jane at a DJs lipstick counter, who couldn't keep her hands off Maud's scrumptiously clean body!

Media lockdown

Today was, of course, the day of the final Harry Potter book's release which all the Le Masuriers have been excitedly anticipating for months. (It was also Maud's aunt's birthday which, to their chagrin, all the Le Masuriers forgot, hmmm.) Mistress Anna couldn't gulp down her porridge fast enough this morning before she strapped Maud into the car and sped to the nearest book retailer. Her attention spinning between Harry's hallows and Maud's musings, Mistress Anna walked round and round the local streets with Maud in the sling and the book in her hand, trying not to trip over. She was also very concerned about word of the ending getting to her before she'd reached the conclusion herself, thus the strategically placed ear muffs...

It's crazy cold round here

DISASTER! It's close to freezing on these wintry mornings so Mistress Anna has wrapped Maud up in about 18 furry layers, but it means she can't get her hands free in time to answer her Blackberry!

Even after peeling off a couple of layers, Maud's tongue is still not long enough to reach her fist.


Sometimes Mistress Anna thinks Maud needs new clothes. She walks past this - erm - amazing creation almost every day and wonders at its - erm - voluptuous silkiness. Only in the Wood of Earl would you get such an outfit!

All this being at home in the cold and rainy weather is surely turning Mistress Anna loopy, let alone Maud!

Prick me again and I'll scream even harder

Four months old and Maud had her second round of immunisation shots today. Luckily she was well-prepared and could choose from her arsenal of screams. These come in many different flavours, including Outrage, Bewilderment, I-Can't-Remember, and the favourite one: Let's-See-Mistress-Anna-Run-Around-In-Circles.
Scream as she may, she's still the apple of her mumsy's eye!

Sunday bloody Sunday

Can't a girl even visit her favourite Marrickville cafe without being hounded by the papparazzi! Big Daddy-o wasn't quick enough off the mark to protect her from that photographer scum...

Sunday brunch at Kilbeys wore Maud out and she slept right through Big Daddy-o's frenzied attack on their concrete driveway.





















Nothing could wake her up...not one of Big Daddy-o's favourite books:






















Even biographies of two of the ALP's most interesting and enigmatic leaders of recent times didn't rouse her...






















Vogue just sunk her further into the pillow.



As a famous person once said "There's nothing to fear but fear itself". But he hadn't heard of the biggest, baddest bank around - and only that could wake Maud from her slumber...

All in all, it had been an exhausting day, so when great-aunt Patsy and great-uncle David came up from Canberra to play, Maud felt just the slightest bit demonic...

Claytons Grandma

Super ("don't call me Grandma") Pam was feeling a bit left out what with all this visiting from, and of, other grandmas on Maud's Musings. "Where's my write-up on your blog?" Super Pam was heard asking the Maudster. So here she is: utterly untouched and gorgeous.
Super Pam dropped in to maudsit today while Mistress Anna was off learning how to save kiddies from choking, drowning, convulsing etc. But Pam's Super status is currently under review, as she did not manage to either vaccuum, wash up, or take Kippy for a romp in the two hours the Mistress was absent. This is the first warning: Super is in danger of being downgraded to Satisfactory...

No need to shout

Maud visited Great Grandma Pat's nursing home today to say g'day to the oldest woman she knows. The tea was too cold and the jam tart was too jammy, according to her great grandmother, but that was no reason for Maud to scream her lungs out. Fortunately, Great Grandma Pat could just turn her hearing aid down. Lucky for some!

Boxed in Bondi

Today Maud also had a yen for a beach stroll. So Mistress Anna drove down to Bondi to visit new surfside mortgagee Sasha. However, the trio didn't get much further than the apartment, speculating how long boxes and black plastic garbage bags can remain unpacked in a new residence before one goes slowly mad...

The holey doleys

Bored with Mistress Anna's mindless dribbling about footsie wootsies in widdle sockies etc, Maud was much more entertained by today's trip into the CBD. She looked forward to discussing the latest earnings per share and dividend yield news with the MacBank gals.
But Mistress Anna was too busy satisfying her lowbrow craving for GPO pizza, corporate gossip and compliments on her no longer distended figure (Snelly and Halbert obviously overlooked the bulging band of pie and icecream around the waist). So all Maud could do was snack and snooze while her mother gabbed on with the hooley dooley chicks, sorry, the Holey Dollar high priestesses.
Back home, Maud had to tolerate the Mistress finding it very amusing to position the blanky's bobbles around her head. Sheesh.

Gin in the breast milk

It's been one of those afternoons where Mistress Anna has imbibed a few too many sips of 'mother's little helper'...it's made poor ole Maud a bit floppy. You should see the Mistress!

Myuncleo

Maud's Uncle Leo professes no interest in babies. If that's so, why can't he put his niece down? He loves her, baby. (Apologies to Kojak.)

I like Kippy and Kippy likes me...I think

Before Maud turned up at the Le Masurier household, Kippy was the favourite littlest animal. But he lost this status with Maud's arrival and he now hangs around, sometimes hopefully frisky, sometimes glowering sullenly at, Mistress Anna, who no longer calls him "Prince of Doggies", "The Best Doggie in the Whole Wide World" and sundry other endearments. Kippy is now used to this demotion in the Le Masurier pack and only occasionally sniffs Maud with vague interest. Having determined she is no source of food or pattings, he is generally dismissive of her presence.

Grandma Gill visit

This week Maud is recovering from the exertions of Grandma Gill's visit to Sydney to meet her fourth grandchild. Of course, she very proudly wore the cardie and chic headwarmer that GG knitted for her in the gender-neutral colour of green. Maud was very well-behaved for the visit and refrained from launching into one of her (hopefully not becoming trademark?) screaming fits that has all around her reaching for their earplugs. As you can see, GG was captivated by Maud's pleasing behaviour!