Sunday, August 31, 2008

The Multicultural Festival

We went to the festival today, a smorgasboard of delicious food from all over. As a family we ate our way through a prawn sandwich, chicken kebabs, spring rolls, hungarian bread, german sausage, pecan pie, dots and dust icecream. We did pretty well. The pecan pie was our absolute favourite and LHT has made me promise to learn how to make it. It was so so good and we had to resist really hard to not go back and get a whole one to take home with us. We had to park far away since it was so busy in town so hopefully at least some of what we ate we walked off too. I wanted to buy something for the Pixie but LHT said she had enough stuff, I hate it when he is right.

Tuesday, August 26, 2008

Ah Coffee.

The coffee machine has finally returned! Thank God! I rang them again today and asked about it, and when she said it had just been delivered I was there about ten minutes later. Of course it has taken till now to be able to sit back and enjoy one since the Pixie had her 12 month needles today and it always seems to make her a little excitable. We just went out and turned it on and it appeared not to be going to work, doing the same thing that it was doing before we took it to the shop four weeks ago... LHT stuck his hand into it and did some boy magic and hey presto it is working and I am drinking a lovely mocha. I need some more coffee now though and I have promised my friend the Deacon I will only buy fair trade coffee, which I have noticed they sell at Aldi. I am wondering though if LHT had looked at the machine when it first stopped working if I would not have had to take it to be fixed at all! They could not find what was wrong with it so I have a whole new machine and now I have two milk jugs, LHT laughed when I told him this, he felt me up and said "So do I." He said anyone would think all my dreams had come true that I had two milk jugs and could have both the coffees ready at the same time (unlike any meal served by my father).

Saturday, August 23, 2008

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More pictures can be found at: http://albums.phanfare.com/4258995/2566161, courtesy of Vegie Pi. Thank you so much for taking so many wonderful photos, I am so glad you did because I didn't get a chance to take even one!

The very busy walking one year old.

Two days before her birthday I was standing by the microwave and turned to look at my baby and she was walking towards me! I was so excited! I had been reading a text from the Lusty Librarian so I sent her one back straight away to tell her and then realised it is probably customary to tell the child's father first! She then took another 4 steps for HHML who held out her favourite Winnie the Pooh comb to her. Later that day LL rang me to tell me the Giant baby had walked that day too! We have been waiting for them to do something on the same day.

The Pixie was still gunky in the eyes right up to the day before her birthday. Poor baby. She was so miserable especially the day before her birthday when we went to the Giant baby's birthday party and she had to stay in the pram so she didn't infect the other kids. Grandma and Granddad and Celery, her partner and the new baby came to stay with us, Grumpy and Mumpy, Friendless, Vegie Pi and my nephew came over for dinner. I was still up at midnight as it turned to the 17th and I wished so much the Pixie would wake up. I even went in there and kissed her but she slept right through the night! Not one night for the past two weeks before and not one night since mind you but yes all through when I wanted her to wake up so I could cuddle her. The morning finally arrived and she woke up and we got to give her first birthday kisses and cuddles and give her the new bike that has been sitting in our room for months. I was really very restrained only giving her the dancing bandstand before her birthday. Granddad had bought her a Freddo show bag at the Ekka so she had a Freddo for breakfast on her birthday! She had a wonderful party and the cake turned out pretty good in the end after Mumpy gave me some help. It sat in the car for awhile before we served it though so you will see in the pictures how one of the towers fell before we had it but all in all I was proud of the effort. The Pixie at a giant piece and was high on sugar all afternoon. I tried to sneak fairy floss into some of her little friends but I got busted! I just wanted to send them home on a sugar high, I know payback's a bitch but it would've been worth it. Grumpy gave her a jewellery box, a very grown up and beautiful one to keep for always and signed it from him and my Mum. I can't wait to see how pretty I look in the video of that with bed hair, black bogan clothes bursting into tears, ah a treasured family moment. We are still trying to get through the mountains of sausages we bought we didn't need but luckily the Pixie eats a lot.

LHT has finished his tafe modules and has been for his interview with Rio Tinto, he is just waiting to hear the result, which hopefully will be on monday. He woke up two days before the interview with conjunctivitis! I had no sympathy because I had kept telling him how contagious it was and he hadn't believed me, guess he does now huh. We just put drops in his eyes and luckyily he didn't have that crusted up junkie look for his interview. I have seen quite a few KTM brochures around the house so I guess that means that it won't be long before the KTM owner and LHT will be riding off into the sunset together, leaving TenB and I alone with the girls. Ah well, what can you do? As long as they leave us cash or credit we'll be fine. KTM Owner, I hope you remember how much money I have cost you in the past taking your wife shopping (and how we tried to deep fry ice cream in your deep frier all those years ago), the only thing that has changed is I've just got heaps better at it, shopping not deep frying icecream, and now there is not just two girls, but five, yes five.

Julia Gulia's little girl turned 2 on thursday so the Pixie and I went up for her little party. The Pixie ate: 2 chipolatas, a vegetable finger, half a sausage roll, half a mini spring roll, some party pie, a piece of cake and a pikelet. She came home with a belly like a rock and has only just this morning managed to digest it all and get her belly back to normal. I guess I shouldn't have let her eat so much but she definately pushes food away when she is full and won't eat anymore so I figured she must be up for it. I think she is going through a growth spurt because she hasn't slowed down! She is currently standing at the front door banging on it like she wants to get free! I have to go and convince her to stay.

Tuesday, August 12, 2008

Conjunctivitis

Few things are more fun than having a sick child, it's a real laugh a minute riot, with all the screaming, crying, fevers, snot and if you are really lucky, a large amount of eye gooky being discharged from the child's eyes and sticking them together causing great discomfort and possibly more than a little pain. After going to the chemist yesterday to be told to go to the Dr to be told there was nothing he could do but here's a script just in case, I of course have started the ab's for it. I am in total agreement with the Dr about antibiotic resistance but I think he was really missing the point - it is her FIRST birthday on Sunday and I would really like her to not only have a good time at her party but to actually be able to attend it! She is already going to miss out on stuff all this week because of it. Well that's as much as I can blog right now seeing as she is crawling around crying with snot pouring from her nose, very attractive. (You know where else her snot lives? My shirt, my pants, my everything...) She is demanding attention, very uncaring of what I have to do or how I feel about it and definately doesn't care about you'll who read this blog... She'll care tomorrow maybe.

Wednesday, August 6, 2008

She's NOT a boy!!!

Today HHML and I went shopping and I ran into two women that I work with. One of them had her daughter and grand daughter who is around the Pixie's age with her. They were commenting on my little girl and the daughter says, "Boy". Again more discussion about the little girl until the daughter very rudely says to her mother pointing to the Pixie, "That is a little boy." "NO!" I said, "That is a little girl, her ears are pierced!" "You can check in her nappy," the other lady I work with said. The daughther then says, "Oh I didn't even look, I just saw the orange shirt, I always dress mine in pink." Well whoop de doo da for you love, I like her to wear lots of different colours! Who are you? The baby fashion police or something? She then said to, "I'm having a pony for her first birthday." I said, "I'm having a magician and a facepainter." By that I mean I am hoping my nephew will do a few cool things and that my niece will paint some faces... but it shut her up. I think she might have been upset because the Pixie was obviously so much cuter and more advanced...

Then we went to the bra shop so I could get fitted for a new maternity bra. "How far along are you?" asked the shop assistant. "I'm not pregnant, just fat, and breastfeeding," I answered. "Well I could see you weren't showing," she says, obviously embarrassed. "It's not the first time," I said, "I can see why you think that." After being measured and finding out I have been wearing the wrong size bra - I'm actually a D and not a C, and the one I bought for SIXTY dollars was actually a DD, the shop assistant says, "So how old is your little boy?" HHML blurted out, "GIRL!" and so did I! This poor girl just went bright red and began apologising profusely, she was relieved when I told her of course I would come back in, after her "offending me twice." HHML then spent the rest of the afternoon assuring me the Pixie does indeed look like a girl and not a boy. I will have to start putting clips in her hair or bows on her head!

Tuesday, August 5, 2008

D-I-Y

LHT I think really does believe that I did all that stuff with the drill. How can he not know that I didn't do it? I am suspicious that he is not suspicious and maybe no good can come of this but by God I'm going to keep going as long as I can! I was thinking about being a little bit nicer to him yesterday and then I thought, nah, he likes it, he deserves it! After looking at "my" handywork he said he will put the other candle sconce up for me this week whilst he is off, yeah right, we'll see. I think Daddy Saturday will be back around here next week doing it.

So here is some news and a victory for me, LHT and G-Dog popped into the motorbike shop on the way home from their fishing trip and checked out the KTM's and Husqvarna's. The conditions on the warranty are quite strict and they have to be serviced every 4 hours which would mean they would need to get them serviced at lunch time on a day out so he is not keen to get one anymore. I am saved from him getting a new bike for now... Mind you his father is a bloody great stirrer. He rang us today and after he chatted for a bit he said, "That bike of yours is a piece of shit, you really need to get a new one!" And then he hung up the phone. I sent him a text telling him he will keep, ooh the gloves are off Granddad, gloves off.

I went to the Dr yesterday, I have had a lump under my arm for a few weeks now, my hands are infected and I have been having pain in my chest. My chest pain turns out to be some condition where your breastbone is bruised or something made worse by breastfeeding as the weight of the milk and the baby suckling drags the breast down, that's okay, it's not a heart attack or angina, I'm happy. The "cancer" under my arm is a cyst which she told me would be full of pus and that we would need to cut it open. My eyes lit up, "really, we're going to cut it open?" "No, we won't need to cut it open I said." I am not sure she gets that very often, but oh, it's quite big under there I could just imagine how much wonderful pus would be in there and how much I wanted to see it. That is the only good thing about having cystic acne (and I am very grateful it has cleared up again now) when I was pregnant was all the fabulous pus those pimples brought. I know, it's sick but I can't help it and there are lots of others out there who love it also. She laughed as she said my "cancer" would be cured by the same antibiotics she has given me for my hands but if it doesn't clear it up she would have to cut it open, I can only hope.

Saturday, August 2, 2008

Daddy Saturday

Daddy Saturday came round today and popped up another shelf in the laundry, two babylocks for the cupboards and a candle sconce. I am still going to maintain to LHT that I have done it but I do think he will be awfully suspicious this time. I think he may be already but I don't think he thinks about it often enough for him to say anything.