A New Baby

We are such a lucky family. Celery had a little baby boy, 8pounds 11 ounces, not sure if his birthday is today or yesterday because we got the message at about ten past twelve and we are not sure if Grandma and Granddad were at the hospital, assuming yesterday. We can't wait to meet our new little nephew, we are going to go down next weekend to meet him. I told the Pixie she has a new cousin but she was more interested in wrestling the peanut butter toast from my hands. She'll care when she sees him, she'll probably try to have a taste!

The Pixie took three steps today, I was holding her hands but she walked towards me instead of me being behind her. She must be very very close which means another rearrange of all the stuff in our house so she can't get to all of my 'precious' things. She also said a new word today...
bike (but she says ike), she said it whilst trying to get to a toy motorbike I have stashed away for her birthday. Children learn the words they hear the most, I don't know why I'm surprised she has picked that one up! She can also say duck and was shouting it out at the top of her voice today when we were down at the swamp feeding the ducks and some gorgeous black swans who had babies some bread. She's pretty good at making f sounds too so we are really hoping she doesn't put the two together and start saying a word she shouldn't be saying! She has picked up yes and no and ok and is using them all the time and getting a bit of an attitude. Again don't know why I am surprised!

TenB, I'm Sorry.

TenB - HAPPY BIRTHDAY!! I'm sorry it's a few days late, I hope you got spoilt by the KTM owner. We'll have a big cake when we camp, and some champers too... since this year is a big one. Yes this year my school friends and I turn 30. I had mine in March, I had a great time. A group of friends and I went out to a restaurant for dinner. The Pixie cried so much people complained and she had to leave the place, I would have packed us all up except there was about 20 of us and I didn't want to make a scene, but let it be known that we will never eat there again. After LHT took the Pixie a group of kids ran around noisily above us all night and not once did we complain about them. However the bloke who did complain about the noise my daughter was making had obviously never met me, I make more noise than everyone I know and I think he was sorry, my laugh can be quite intimidating if you don't know me and I am directing it at you. I ordered spatchcock chicken and just after I said "spatchcock" I touched my pointer finger to each side of my mouth in a suggestive manner. Everyone just cracked up, especially when the waiter said they were out of the chicken and I said, "No spatchcock?" again doing the thing with my fingers. Our Man (friend) said, "Ooh, No cock for you!" I ended up having venison with chocolate sauce - mmm very good. I had been telling everyone how when I was a kid Mum had banned me from listening to Bambi because when his mother got shot I got very upset and used to cry and cry and cry. As I took my first bite someone called out to me that I was now eating Bambi's mother. I ate it anyway, I guess being 30 has made me tough.

Celery has finally gone into labour and we are just waiting now for the call to say the new baby in the family has arrived. We are very excited as no doubt Celery will be once the bloody horrific pain is over. God having the baby really sucks, it's lucky babies are so beautiful and wonderful and gorgeous to make it all worthwhile.

Had been doing well on the diet if not the exercise until last night when I was FORCED to take a block of chocolate over to the Lusty Librarian's house. We hadn't had a gossip in quite a while and her fiance, Mick the Snake Man, was having an op last night so we had several hours to chat and all women know the rules are that in those circumstances chocolate MUST be eaten. I mean it's the way to be a good friend right?

Her two front teeth

I just had to jump on quickly this morning to tell you all that the Pixie cut her two front teeth overnight. She looks very cute with the new little white bits showing and it opens up a whole new world of things she can eat now, which will make her very happy. Not that much held her back before! I knew they must have been coming when she grabbed the frozen peas off her father last night and sucked the bag. Panadol and whatever bonjela I could pry between her tight little lips (pleasant tasting my ass!) and 20,000L of breast milk later she was out to it only to wake up this morning with her teeth. I was so excited I woke my niece up to show her straight away. She was really cute when I woke her, she said, "Oh, I must have forgotten to wake up!"

The Busy City

I learnt to drive in the city... I used to do it all the time. Now every time we go "home" being on the road fills me with dread. I could never live in Sydney or Melbourne, I think my head would explode! Our families seem to cope okay, I think because they have been there as the traffic has slowly increased so they are used to it, when we left Brisbane five years ago it wasn't like it is now. We went down this weekend for my brother's surprise birthday party. I didn't get to see much of him because I went to see my niece in a play and then LHT picked me up and we went back to his Mum and Dad's where he went to bed. He can be so exciting sometimes. My apologies to you Friendless for not seeing you. Seeing my niece on stage all dressed up like Boronia Blossom made me cry, she is so gorgeouos. I brought her home with me for a few days. The pixie loves her so much and she has taught her to hi-5. I am going to have my brother's son up in the holidays too.

On sunday I went shopping. I love shopping. I could shop all day and all night. When I was five months pregnant we went to brisbane and I shopped all day with barely a break, I was tired but I only had one day to cover the whole of Chermside and it was the first time I had been there since it had been redone so what else was I to do! The pixie of course got spoilt, I bought her some cool first birthday presents at Toys-r-Us, she is so lucky. I didn't get her a fairy dress but I did manage to find a gorgeous gold singlet with pink fairy wings attached to the back, very cute. It matches her little pink tutu. She can fit into her size 0 clothes now so it opens up a whole new wardrobe for her. I love when she goes up a size and we get to do all new outfits. It sets off a whole new set of camera snapping. Speaking of the camera, it is not broken, only the memory card is stuffed! How great is that. I am thinking I will take it back to Hervey Norman and see if they will replace it, I only bought it in the time I've had the Pixie. Paranoid Fussy Mummy brought the Chubba Bubba with her who is three months old and has just stolen my heart. I told LHT the other day that if we only ever have girls I wouldn't care but Chubba makes me clucky for a boy. I want one!!!! He is so lovely and he was laughing at me when I was talking to him, full of smiles through his dummy which he decided in the end he was going to reject so he could talk. When PFM left he screamed all the way home, I like to think it is because he was missing me. lol Celery's baby got some t-shirts, one says, "Baby Bonus $$$" and the other one says, "I love boobies".

I keep telling Celery how important breastfeeding is and how it's not easy at first but really worth it, with all the health benefits for you and for your baby, etc etc etc. I know I am a breast feeding nazi but it really annoys me those people who say they couldn't breastfeed when really they just gave up because it got too hard for them. It is so rare that you couldn't breastfeed and we need a change in society to encourage women not to put their children on formula when breast is best. *Rant, Rave, Carry on, step down off soapbox*

The Land Cruiser is Back...

Our 1986 Landie is back on the road, God knows why, it guzzles fuel like a bitch of a thing and has cost us a bloody fortune in the time we have had it but we love it, we love it and every time we have decided to sell it and be rid of it, it worms it's way back into our hearts and we keep it. It looks lovely, the front seat is fixed and tomorrow after we register it we're right to go. Oh my goodness, LHT really does need to get a new job if only to pay the 4 lots of rego we're going to have due every year! Spend it on rego, save it in petrol using our bikes, (says she who still doesn't have her licence...)or something like that. It will be nice to be able to take the dogs out again and since TenB has her car back now too a camping trip is certainly on the cards.

My not very old very expensive camera is broken. *sob* It takes photos, and then when you view them it says unidentifiable object and then they disappear forever. I have lost only a few photos but they were some really cute ones of SWHF's son in bunny ears and HHML's son in a helmet. Dam. I guess being dropped by me after a bottle of red is not the best thing to keep it going. I am hoping I take it to the camera shop and I have it on a crazy setting and that's why it won't work. Since I have no camera and I can't seem to download the pics from my new nokia there will be no pics for a bit. :( I'll take it to the camera shop tomorrow since Celery (LHTs baby sister) is due to have our new niece or nephew this weekend and it is Grandad's birthday. Looking forward to seeing the family it has been a few months. I hope the baby looks like me.

Bruised Shin

Took the bike back over the the oval today and not only did I manage to take off by myself, I also managed to get to second gear! First go I took off by myself with LHT verbally helping me let the clutch out and I was off! I sped round the oval for a bit and then I thought I'd better investigate how to get to second so I didn't blow my motor up. I came in, popped the bike back into neutral and had a quick practice of going to second. I took off again and as I pulled in the clutch I bunny hopped a bit, squealed and let it back out, I nearly stalled but managed to hang on. I went in a circle the other way and then cut a few figure eights, very very big ones. At one point I called out to our neighbour and he waved, I forgot for a moment and put my right hand up to wave to him and realised I really needed to keep my hand on the accelorator I would stall and probably fall off! I stalled the bike in the middle of the field and LHT and the pixie in the pram made their way over. Sometimes I can start my bike and sometimes I can't. It's a bit tricky. So he started it and I took off straight into a large pothole... quite an adventure, I came up off the seat. LHT was killing himself laughing. There was this one time (at band camp) when I tried to turn left and I found I just couldn't, I had to go right, and I realised I was like Zoolander... trouble turning left. I was trying to start the bike and Daz said to me, "Make sure you take your foot off the kick start or it will come back and hit you in the leg... like that." I have a very lovely bruise coming up on my right shin now, but I started the bike. It is really good exercise and very very fun. Yes Sandelicious, get your learner's and come and have a go.

Rang Julia Gulia this morning and told her I was on my way. We did the lap that the FM and I usually do and then celebrated with a cappacino. Did some good frothing today, skim milk makes very good foam. The Tugmaster had come over the other day when I was doing caps and I offered him one which he declined but LHT said yes, it took me about 25 minutes to finally get the cap out to LHT because I was stuffing around. He called this morning and as LHT was speaking to him I was doing my usual, "Ooh, he loves you, you're his boyfriend," etc etc which his wife, Anything He Can Do, I Can do Better and I love to do, he said, "Tell her to shut up and get the coffee on, it'll take her that long!" Which is true it did take me that long, but in my defence he was only about 10 minutes and I did do freshly ground coffee beans. After he drank it though he had to admit that it was pretty good and whilst I might be slow, it's worth the wait.

Anything He Can Do, I Can do Better (Ahcdicdb) is a nurse as well, she makes me laugh so much. We used to work together before I quit to be a sah mum and when The Tugmaster bought himself a DR650 it was them that put the pressure on me and persuaded me to buy one for LHT. The Tugmaster did the deal for me and so they have matching bikes, and remember G-Dog also has a matching bike. So the three of them are very cute together and us girls have made Brokeback Mountain jokes from the start. So when they all went away together for their first trip Ahcdicdb packed the Tugmaster KY jelly, suppositories, other bowel medication, all the necessities for a happy Brokeback weekend away.

Yesterday I did go down to the bike shop and LHT bought me some pink gloves, some pink goggles and a black and silver helmet, which I'm going to sand back and paint pink because they had some pink ones but not ones I really liked. They gave us a discount which shows you how often LHT is down there and how much he spends!! The finance lady there just loves the Pixie and she fussed over her until we left, she is lovely. I asked the bike shop guy if I could please have a helmet that matched LHT's so I could show up on my bike to where he is out riding with the boys and whine for him to wait, cry and then give him his lunch in a Barbie lunchbox, or perhaps just stand on the sidelines holding my bike making engine noises until he finally cracks and takes me home where I'll make him watch Oprah. Such a lucky man.

Look Mum, ALL my teeth!!

Today I made my debut... I rode my bike solo. In first gear at no more than 20k an hour after LHT helped me let the clutch out, and I did seven laps of our oval. I even had a cheer squad - HHML and Daddy Saturday came to watch and clap - very encouraging. I did well, I didn't fall off at all. I rode until my hands bled (due to dermatitis not to razor blades embedded into the handlebars or anything) and then came in feeling like I was Evil Kneival's love child. We decided to all go out for chinese together and on the way I said to Daz, "I'm going down the bike shop tomorrow... to buy gloves and a pink helmet." He started laughing and I realised I sounded just like him! I couldn't believe how awesome it was, I loved it. I can't wait to be able to actually use the clutch by myself, please keep in mind I had a lot of driving lessons too. Mind you I always wonder if I actually needed as many as I had or not after I recommended him to a friend of mine and he felt up her leg as she was driving. Creepy, creepy man.

The Pixie was not keen on Mummy and Daddy having the helmet on. When one of us would put it on she would scream and cry until we took it off. She was whinging the whole time I was riding and then when I took the helmet off she was fine. I took the best photo of her crying, I'll put it up if I ever work out how to download from my new phone. I put the helmet on her and she was okay for a couple of seconds but then the tears started and I quickly put her out of her misery. HHML's son loved it though and did some cool motorbike man poses for us.

Went to the markets today to buy a fairy dress - no fairy dresses to be seen. I am concerned that not having a fairy dress with matching wings and a tutu might be damaging the Pixie psychologically. Luckily we will be in the big smoke next weekend and I'm pretty sure I'll be able to get one down there before it's too late.

Too much curry

*Groan* I love beef massaman but the temptation to eat too much is always there and much as I try I always seem to do so. LHT bought it home from the new thai place in town but we both decided mine is better although missing something that it has and we think maybe is lemongrass. I really need to do some research, I like it when my friends think my cooking kicks ass over a restaurant. So now I am feeling very uncomfortable and wishing the time until I have digested enough to feel okay again would pass a little quicker.

Took the Pixie to the library today. She is not very good at the quiet in the library rule. I think she must have decided it was too quiet and thought she should do something about it seeing as Mummy wasn't going to like she usually does. She was shrieking and squealing and calling out for her Daddy all the way around the library in her bright pink stroller. She thinks she is so cool. When we got outside and waiting for Daz to pick us she insisted on getting down and standing up next to me. I was worried about her feet getting cold since she had no shoes on and but she doesn't ever seem to worry. She's the most happy when she has no shoes on, no blankets or long pants and the windows open, just like her bloody father. I rug us up in the bed together and she kicks all the blankets off. I can only hope that our next baby will be more like me and let me be warm in bed instead.

The Blog Counter.

Three days ago I added the blog counter and I am so impressed with how the count goes up! Thank you for reading my blog, I feel so special. (The good kind not the pat you on the head kind.) Now of course I run the risk of getting all vain and bigheaded in my popularity, but it's hard at the top sometimes you know. As long as my head doesn't ever get as big as my arse I should be okay.



Julia Gulia's youngest daughter is sick so she couldn't go walking with me today. The pixie and I went to the HHML's house and walked a lap of her neighbourhood complete with heaps of hills to ensure a burn in the calf and thighs. She said she hoped I wasn't embarrassed to walk with her in her tight pants... I couldn't be walking up the hills bent at a 45 degree angle pushing my pram, it was more her to be shamed by me. (Plus even my loose pants are tight!) It took an hour and I feel good for doing it, plus the afore mentioned guilt is gone so I can sleep easy tonight. We are heading down to one of the local gyms on friday to check out the creche there. I want to feel comfortable with not only the gym but the people who'll be looking after the pixie whilst I pretend I'm Olivia Newton John and get physical.



Did some great frothing with my coffee machine especially for the State of Origin. I hope Qld win this game because else the third game is even more boring than football is normally. I have just looked up and we are 12 - 0 so that's good. Plus if the blues win this season I really will never hear the end of it from LHT. Last year was the first year we have been together that Qld have won the season so I feel I'm due another win or I may have to stab him in the heart. Mind you he is really good to share chocolate with because he has less of a sweet tooth than me, so I guess it's better the devil you know huh.

TenB told me today I don't need a licence to ride in the bike parks. I said I knew but I wanted to ride to work to show it off. "All the time or just once to show it off?" she said. Oh very funny TenB, very funny. She also said I should paint it orange and black to get under LHT's skin, to say I got an orange and black bike before he did. Yes, I'll paint it the KTM colours and call it the beast, refer to it as my hog. I'll get a leather jacket, call myself a biker and start drinking at the Globe with my kin. I'll get myself an american flag bandana and a bitch to ride with gold tassels on her nipples on my luggage rack. Paris Hilton should be asking ME what's hot! Seriously though, pink with some custom made stickers should suit me just fine. Do you think I could get some fairy wings just for riding the bike in?

Photo one: The hot hot mullet lover does "Crazy cat lady"
Photo two: I love Richard Simmons
Photo three: the yoghurt the pixie picked up and dropped into the high chair.

We had a lovely play date today with the "Excess Sugar Mumma" and her little boy, Chomp. The pixie is accumulating lots of boyfriends! (Just like Mummy.) We did however eat some mud cake which made us feel sick but by golly by jingo by crikey it was good. I must try to remember though in the heat of the moment that eating wheat will only make me sick later! Sort of worth it. She made these coffees and did a great job of frothing the milk, that's my goal for tomorrow. The Pixie is partial to a babycino and I am a very indulgent mother!

Got a walking date tomorrow with Julia Gulia which is good because I have been slack so far this week. Didn't get out to ride my bike today because of the doomsday looking sky. I can see my motivation slipping away as it is now day 4 that I have not done anything. I wonder where it goes, is there a big room somewhere with all our lost motivation floating around in it? Do you think that's why some people are really enthusiatic, they know where to find that room! Maybe a little stalking of Anthony Robbins is in order to see where he goes late at night when he thinks no one is watching. I heart night vision goggles, they're your friend.

Mummy gets a motorbike.

LHT looked at me this morning with the same smile he had on his face before he proposed so I knew something was up. "I want to buy you something," he said. "What?" I love presents so I was excited straight away. "A motorbike." Hmmm, I thought, now if he buys me the bike, I really have to learn to ride. Because I don't want to be a pussy and because the Fabjubity muffin is learning and TenB has been riding since she was a little girl I do want to learn. I can just see us now, an all girl riding outfit with our girly bikes and cute little matching outfits, ah very sweet.

$700 dollars later we have a gorgeous 34 year old Honda xl 100 in our yard. The man we bought it from had owned it for 30 years and he was sad to see it go but I'm sure he was happy to see it come to our house to a good home, to be loved. It is in prime condition, and it came with a spare motor and some other bits and pieces that only LHT appreciates. He even gave us his old helmet, which must be 30 years old itself. LHT wants to make it a feature in the bar, it's pretty cool. I told him I was going to paint it pink and cover it in butterflies and fairies, then I looked up and they have a motorhome covered in frangipanis and bees, a kindred sticker spirit in his wife. I told them that I was going to hand over the money to her and tell her it was for stickers for the motorhome. I can't wait to paint it and make it my own. I love that LHT picked it out for me partially because he knew it could be painted and made pretty. I can't wait to know how to ride it and have a licence and cruise around town on it.

LHT showed me how to kickstart it and after a few goes I seem to be able to do that, I checked out the horn and the indicators and the lights, all works well. He showed me how to put it into first gear but I wasn't very good at coordinating the accelerator and the clutch together so he did the clutch and I did the rest. I was doing some laps around our front yard, we had both the gates open. We would have gone over to the paddock across the road but the police had cruised past earlier we think looking for some boys who had been riding a dirt bike over there earlier so we didn't want to risk it, after all we need to show a good example to our child. LHT running beside me holding me up while we did the laps and I shrieked with laughter, delight and fear. At one point I nearly ran into a big pile of rocks we have in our yard because I was trying to brake with the clutch. My brother in law asked if I had the knack yet... No, I don't think so I said, I think it's going to take quite a while for me to be okay by myself. LHT was very good and very patient because he knows if he's anything but I'll just cry and pout and carry on like a little sooky la la. He climbed on the back and we rode it together for a bit until we nearly ran into the house due to my crappy steering and not so good acceleration. That scared me a bit and I thought it might be enough for one day.

The Pixie just sat in her stroller watching us while we did the laps, she didn't jump when we started this bike because it is so much quieter than her daddy's. The bloke even gave me a crate for the back so I can pop some shopping in there once I can actually ride it. I need to go and get my learner's tomorrow or soon anyway so I can get out on the highway. Oh won't I look like such a rebel on my pink bike with my pink helmet with butterflies. I suggested to Pumpkin that he might like to go for a ride on it, but he didn't think a 45 year old man would really look that good on it. It was really funny today when LHT rode it home and we followed behind in the car, men were laughing at him as he rode it. He looked so funny, LHT on this little bike with his boots and his big helmet. It reminded me of when I put the 'fairies kick arse' sticker on our landcruiser. People would pull up alongside him after having seen the sticker and then see him and laugh or make comments to him. One bloke said, "You're not much like a fairy." Another said, "The missus eh?" My favourite though is when we lived in Darwin and we had just arrived and were staying in the awful caravan park. LHT got out of the cruiser with a bottle of 'Love and Care' washing liquid in his hand and the other guys in the caravans near us just started laughing at him and saying he was a pretty girl with his fairy car and his bottle of love.

I know you must be thinking he doesn't deserve ALL the public humiliation I put him through but he does, he thrives on it, it makes him stronger, mainly because it doesn't kill him.

Another break in...

June 3 sure was an eventful day, I had forgotten until now that we had again been locked out that day. Yes... despite having keys to all the doors we were again locked out of the house. LHT had taken his house keys off to ride his bike to work and I had left mine inside thinking he had his. Luckily the lounge room windows were open and since I was feeling sporty in my new shoes I volunteered to go in. Volunteered, more like pushed LHT aside to get in the window in an effort to prove I could do it after FM got in the window on the night of the reject party. So I stood on the bin in my new NB shoes and LHT gave me a boost and I was in, past the speakers and the exercise bike and I was in! I was so happy, and she was proud when I told her tonight.

The Pixie had her swimming lesson today and her teacher had a tunnel in the pool for the kids to crawl through. The Pixie who can crawl as quick as can be to me on the toilet to stand and hang onto my knees while I pee, the Pixie who can crawl as quick as can be at the offer of a pink bowl or a spoon, the pixie who can crawl as quick as can be to touch all the things she shouldn't touch just sat there at the start of the tunnel and grinned at me. Eventually I just dragged her through! I felt better when the other kid in the class wouldn't crawl through either though.

Another Good Day.

HHML and I went walking today. It was a little slow due to the fact that her son (3) was riding his bike in front of my pram and kept stopping and asking me to carry his bike. He is pretty adorable, he kept falling off and jumping up and saying, "I'm alright!" When he rides he does action music, my daughter thinks he is hilarious. She follows him and follows him and follows him, he asked me to put her in the port-a-cot so he could have a break. But since his Mum and I thought it was so funny her chasing him there was no way I was putting her in the kiddy jail. I also went for a bit of a ride on my bike so I could make up a bit for the slow walk with the playground stop half way. I am doing well, it is getting easier every day and I feel more motivated each day I exercise. I think I have lost some weight, I'll check at work on saturday.

Yesterday I shaved LHT's head and the pixie sat in the high chair and watched. Then she screamed at him all the way through her shower because we think she didn't know who he was without his hair. Once I gave him a kiss and showed her who he was she was okay again. Poor Minxie. As I shaved we were discussing how I have been practising whistling for several years now and you can actually recognise what I'm whistling now. LHT said that now I have got the cross eyes (took several years also) and the whistling "downpat" (I know I'm still pretty crap but for me you must admit I am vastly improved) he thinks I ought to learn to "hock a lugie". I am not entirely sure about that one but since the challenge has been laid I think I have to at least take it on. It is not however one I will pull out for parties or for my daughter like the others. I would like to learn to cartwheel - can anyone teach me this??

Happy Birthday to our fabulous, terrific and wonderful nephew.

New Shoes

Girls love new shoes, it's no surprise to anyone. I bought a pair of NB shoes today from Athlete's foot for $220. I would have bought a pair of socks too but they were like thirty bucks and I just could not justify that for some socks!! I bought five pairs from the Reject Shop for $5 and I was pretty happy with that. The Gympmeister said if he couldn't get ten pairs for five bucks he was unhappy! Since I have the new shoes I thought I had better go for a walk to use them. LHT dropped me off at this park near home that has a circuit lots of people walk on and I did four circuits of it, which equates to approximately 9000 steps. (I counted the steps for one of them.) I feel really satisfied with what I have been doing lately. Tomorrow Daddy Saturday's wife "The hot hot mullet lover" (HHML) and I are meeting at the park and going to do the ten thousand steps walk the council have painted on the ground there. I love hanging out with HHML because she is a lot of fun but also because she noticed today that I have lost weight. She has no scales either because she understands that they just make you depressed to get on them!

Today is/was my Mum's birthday. She loved scorched almonds, we sent her off to heaven with a packet in her hand. Last year I bought them and ate them, this year I am really trying to lose weight. I did buy them and then I gave them away to a lady at the shopping centre. I said, "I'm not crazy or anything, it's just that I always give a bag of scorched almonds today but this year my Mum isn't here to get them so I wanted to give them to you and wish you a happy unbirthday in honour of my Mum." She gave me a hug and said it was from Mum, I of course had a tear in my eye, and I thanked her and walked away. It made me feel really good and I know Mum would have liked me doing that. She used to do stuff like that too. I miss her a lot.

The Pixie will not go to sleep tonight! She has been up since 10.30 this morning and seeing as it is now 8pm I really want her to go to sleep. She is crawling around the house chasing her father and giggling. She has just been showing off to Grumpy on the webcam so she thinks she is a bit of a superstar. I think maybe the espresso i had today is now running through my baby's veins as well! This is why boys and girls, the good Lord invented baby Panadol.

Heaven Sent

I love it when things just work out right you know? Awhile ago one of the dogs broke into the shed and ripped up the old futon mattress we had in there, large pieces of foam and little styrofoam balls everywhere. The mattress was the first thing I threw into the skip bin we got in and never was a moment so pleasurable. Today I decided I could ignore the shed no more and went down and raked up all the rest of the foam and vacuumed the carpet, it looks heaps better, I washed some windows and some walls and was quite pleased with the result. I took some stuff to the car for the charity bins and then I noticed the old tv that my grandparents used to own. It is huge and ever so heavy. I wondered to myself how I could bribe LHT to get rid of it today. The Pixie by now was screaming at the top of her lungs to get out of the pram, I took her inside for a bit of a feed. Just as I had started we heard a truck pull up in the street. Lo and behold, it's the Salvos pulling up next door in their furniture truck. "Hey," I said, "I know you're here for Ron but I don't suppose you want to pick up a tv?" "Yes," they said, "no worries." Over they come, two big strong looking boys, and I was telling them how I was wondering how I could get this gone today and how I wanted hubby to do it. "Tell your husband not to worry about it," one of them says and they proceed to pick up the tv. I see their eyes light up as they pick it up and realise how heavy it is, but they've just bragged so what can they do huh? ha ha ha They got past the worm farm and near the car andd they were both asking each other if they would like a break but they were egging each other on too, "No, no mate I'm right, we'll put it down if you like..." all the way to the truck which they were saying they wished they parked closer. Excellent the old tv is gone. Thank God for the Salvos.

LHT is in the bathroom doing the taps as we speak, so I think RDO stands for Relishing Direct Obedience! Which I am, I am just so pleased he is doing the taps. He is not just doing the shower taps, but the bath and the basin as well. The basin ones don't fit so I have to go to Bunnings tomorrow for some new ones. That's a shame, you know how much I hate Bunnings, lol. You never know, it may turn out that the R stands for Rewarding but we really will have to see how he goes. I think that he might be doing them because of a conversation we had this morning.

"Hey Babe..."
"Yes dear..."
"You know the taps in the bathroom, how can I..."
(cutting me off) "You can't do them yourself."
"Why not?"
"Because you can't."
"Well how would I do it anyway?"
"Nails and glue." (This comes from a few years back when I maintained and still maintain that we could make some new dining room chairs from wood and hold them together with nails and glue. He of course disagrees.) Much laughing follows,
"So... will I call a plumber?"
"No dear! I'll do them later."
"Okay"
And due to various remarks about doing them myself I am getting them done. Lol It reminds me of this time at our old house when I wanted my gecko candle sconces put up in the dining room. He was just taking ages and my friend who bought the same, her hubby put hers up straight away. Finally I said, "That's okay, I'll put them up myself." (After about two months of waiting) I went into the dining room and grabbed the hammer and called out, "I can hammer screws into the wall can't I?" and started banging the hammer on the wall. Quick as a flash he was up and out of his seat and in the dining room assuring me that of course he would do it. You should have seen the look on his face when he thought I was hammering a screw into the wall, oh it was priceless!! A girl has to do what a girl has to do eh.

I also must admit that six days in a row was as far as I got, friday was a write off, worked on the weekend the days seemed to go so fast but I did get back into it today and I double my time on the bike but not the calories!! :(

Raining Raining Raining

I have worked the last two days and the kid has been hanging out with her Daddy. Yesterday they came to see me at work and he had put a hat on her... she ALWAYS pulls her hat off if I put it on but if Daddy puts it on apparently it can stay! LHT said he used blue tack which made me feel a bit better. Today they came and she was in pj's. I didn't think she slept in those last night, she hadn't. Daddy dressed her in pyjamas for the day. And tonight he dressed her in day clothes and put them on back to front. Oh for the day I bath her and she doesn't shower with Daddy anymore, which is fast coming seeing as she weighs 8kilos now and she can reach just about everything in the shower which she shouldn't have. The shampoo only looks fun to play with Mummy's darling. But he does a great job and he is really involved so I'm not really bagging him... well no more than he deserves.

Speaking of which Julia Gulia's husband the Gympmeister said upon reading the blog, "I'm going to go and tell him to read the blog." Well so do I Mr, so do I and he doesn't so what can I do but continue to trick him. I am pestering at the moment for some new taps in the shower, which are sitting on the basin ready to be put in. The hot one is leaking and everytime I shower I burn myself (I know something new for me!) and we have had them for about two weeks now so it's time. I got my new shower head in about three days but I have not nagged as hard about the taps. Tomorrow I think he is having an RDO... so I'll see how I go tomorrow.