Put a ring on it

Miss 4 came home very proud of herself.  "Jason gave me a wing!"

It's a little cardboard tube.  I didn't realise courting started this young.

I made afghans tonight.  Miss 4 hopped out of the shower and said, "What's that delicious smell?" and on discovering them later she asked if she could have "one of dose chocolate fings."  Which she proceeded to eat in the washing basket.

One way to test my patience

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*Sigh*
That combined with his propensity for Saturday night booze ups does not endear him to me.

Favourite things

Somebody sent this to me via email today:

It wouldn't be funny if it weren't so true... Julie Andrews turned 69 and to commemorate her 69th birthday on October 1, actress/ vocalist Julie Andrews made a special appearance at Manhattan 's Radio City Music Hall for the benefit of the AARP. One of the musical numbers she performed was "My Favorite Things" from the legendary movie "The Sound Of Music."

Here are the actual lyrics she used:
"Maalox and nose drops and needles for knitting,
Walkers and handrails and new dental fittings,
Bundles of magazines tied up in string,
These are a few of my favorite things.
Cadillac's and cataracts, and hearing aids and glasses,
Polident and Fixodent and false teeth in glasses,
Pacemakers, golf carts and porches with swings,
These are a few of my favorite things..
When the pipes leak, When the bones creak,
When the knees go bad,
I simply remember my favorite things,
And then I don't feel so bad.
Hot tea and crumpets and corn pads for bunions,
No spicy hot food or food cooked with onions,
Bathrobes and heating pads and hot meals they bring,
These are a few of my favorite things.
Back pains, confused brains, and no need for sinnin',
Thin bones and fractures and hair that is thinnin',
And we won't mention our short, shrunken frames,
When we remember our favorite things.
When the joints ache, When the hips break,
When the eyes grow dim,
Then I remember the great life I've had,
And then I don't feel so bad."

Ms. Andrews received a standing ovation from the crowd that lasted over four minutes and repeated encores. Please share Ms. Andrews' clever wit and humor with others who would appreciate it.

Well, I'm not quite in that category yet so here is my "middle aged" version of my favourite things... feel free to add your own verses!

Sleep ins and unbroken sleep in the night,
Laughter and singing and kids that don't fight,
Occasional chances to have a wild fling,
These are a few of my favourite things...

Dinners with chocolate and wine in clean glasses,
Undies that hold in the wobbles and flounces,
Dresses that make me feel fit for a king,
These are a few of my favourite things!

When the kids whine,
when the cat pukes,
when the day goes bad...
I simply remember my favourite things,
And then I don't feel so drab.

Family that helps out with odd baby sitting,
Thighs that are covered to hide all the pitting,
Husbands that stick with you through PMT,
These are a few of my favourite things...

Good books and coffee and time to enjoy it,
Crafty activities and scrapbooking friendships,
Fellowship and faith that gives my heart wings,
These are a few of my favourite things!

What that bill comes,
when the tea burns,
when I'm feeling sad..

I simply remember my favourite things,
And then I don't feel so bad.

:-)

just for a giggle

Not sure what they are barbequing here at this new restaurant near my work but I'll bet it comes in pairs.

cute things they say + make your own tartan

DD is coming along with her vocab and sentence making. She copies things we say - it's like there is an echo in the house sometimes.

With her face right up close to mine while I'm resting with my eyes closed she says in a big loud voice:
"Mummy seeping!" not anymore baby, not anymore..

Em, those little figurines from William's party now live in the dolls house, and get taken to bed on occasion which resulted in:

"Bob anna Wenny in bed!" (Bob and Wendy in bed!)
DH in the background: Naughty Bob!

DH had some music on:
"I yike mooscit" (I like music)

She knows most of the names of her little playmates at daycare.
Sheeta (Ashita)
Baco (Paco)
Connor
Yiza (Eliza)
and also her teachers
Yinda (Linda)
Bekky
Heada (Heather)
Manyo (Manjo)

It's funny to listen to the two kids play together. DD bosses her around a bit and controls the "game" but she certainly can make her opinions felt. The other day she annoyed DD, so he said to her, "I'm going to cross you off my list!"

I hope I'm still on his list. ;-)

Now to something completely different.

I subscribe to a blog called Popgadget, a blog about tech for women. Actually they have more stuff than that, but I digress. Anyhow, the poster pointed me to Pattern Pulp, a blog about... you guessed it ... patterns, by a New York designer. Fun!

She pointed me to a Stripe Generator site where you can make your own stripey patterns.

And it links to a Tartan making site where you can make your own tartan and unleash your inner Scott. Och aye!

today's post is brought to you by the letter S

DS had a mufti-day yesterday with the required .50c "donation" and $1 sausage sizzle.  So I wrapped up his money and told him what it was for etc.  When I got home I asked him:

"So did you get a sausage today?"
DS: Yes
Me: So you gave the money to Miss B___?
DS: No
Me: Well how come you were allowed a sausage then?
DS: You can't have a sausage unless you have an 'S' on your hand.
Me: *giggles* Right... so Nan gave Miss B___ the money then?
DS: No, she gave it to the office. *found out later this wasn't true, she did give it to the teacher*
Me: And the office ladies wrote an 'S' on your hand?
DS: No, the office ladies don't know how to write 'S'
Me: LOL!

Slandered!  Those poor office ladies ;-)  So if you know how to write an S on your hand you can have a sausage.  Just thought that little tip might be helpful.

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For my birth junkie friends

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Saw this one at LOLcats and couldn't resist re-captioning it. hee hee

Just to keep me humble

I was given a son.

Scene: Mummy is giving herself a pedicure/manicure in the bedroom. Son arrives.

Son: What you doing Mummy?
Me: Tidying up my nails.
Son: Why?
Me: Because Mummy likes to look nice.
Son: Why?
Me: *thinks: good question* Because if I don't push this skin back it will split.
Son: Monsters have skin like that.
Me: Thanks buddy... I needed that.

Mel did this on her blog, and here is my verdict.

You Are a Colon

You are very orderly and fact driven. You aren't concerned much with theories or dreams... only what's true or untrue. You are brilliant and incredibly learned. Anything you know is well researched. You like to make lists and sort through things step by step. You aren't subject to whim or emotions. Your friends see you as a constant source of knowledge and advice. (But they are a little sick of you being right all of the time!) You excel in: Leadership positions You get along best with: The Semi-Colon

What Punctuation Mark Are You?

I'm not sure I like being a colon. It's rather too intestinal for my liking. Actually for some of the questions I could have chosen another answer, so maybe I'm just a semi-colon.

Interview with a 4.5 year old

Having interviewed DS at 3.5 years and made a LO of it, I decided to do it again just for fun and to use it for journaling later.

How old are you?
Too old.
I think you are 4 and a half!

What is your favourite colour?
Black & green.
What is your favourite food?
Pizza, sketti and sausages.
What is your favourite bit about yourself?
Let me see.. I know... jumping!

What are you going to be when you grow up?
A Mantis.

What do you like to play?
Byron, Alfie and George (Thomas the tank Engine and friends)
Mobilo
Harold
Being a mantis
What does a mantis do?
They walk around really quiet.

What do you like best about Mummy?
To play with me.
What do you like best about Daddy?
To play with me and set up my trains.
What do you like best about Lydia?
To play with me.
Okay - think I get the picture here.

Who is your best friend?
Conor
Any other friends?
Ella and Clayton.

Who do you love?
Mummy.
What about Daddy?
Yes.
Who else?
Gran & Grandad. Uummmmm... Stuff to play with... aaaaaaaaaah.... Aunty... Aunty Nellie... Nan & Pop... Lydia.

The Unthinking Caterpillar

The Unthinking Caterpillar

No no no no no!
My car is NOT a good place to make your chrysalis!

I can't go anywhere until it's transformed. Then I might use some tweezers and move it somewhere safer. Still thinking about what to attach it with... glue?

I've had to transfer most of our population of caterpillars to the school swan plants because they've run out of leaves on ours.

Overheard from the front seat

DS: This car is smelly.
Me: What does it smell of?
DS: You!
Me: Oh. *thinks* But I'm wearing Ma Griffe!

Shows how often I remember to put on perfume.

This girl

likes to accessorize.

Missy Moo is modelling a gingham pink over skirt body suit with

• Dad's "Something Blue" tie,
• Mummy's Undies as a shrug
• and as a final point of interest, Daddy's Brown Dress Belt used as a drape.

Further elements of the House of Dugmore Ready to Wear collection will be displayed at a later date.

DOH

Having made 3 Valentine cards with photos for the respective aunties (and to use for the NZ Dare 38) I then put them in the envelopes and post them.

Without taking a picture to enter the Dare with.

Think I'm having a senior moment.

I shall now go and seal myself in the bathroom with the paintbrush. Maybe I will accomplish something today!

<----- Yes that is me. I'm the sobbing maiden at the Murder Mystery we held to launch our new online catalogue at MFPOW. We had a lot of fun doing this!

Have you seen this?

I just discovered this site. I confess I had tears running down my face with some of these. Gotta get used to the "language" first.



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Entry for wierd root vegetable contest

My garden surprises me sometimes.

farming funnies

DS loves music but he won't sing at kindy. He will sing by himself at home and his version of Old MacDonald amused me.

"Old MacDonald had a funny farm,
E I E I O"

and

"On that farm he had a flipping bird
E I E I O"

*cough*

As we drove home from Kamo the other week:
DS: "Who lives on that farm?"
Me: "I have no idea!"
DS: "Maybe it's Old MacDonald's farm?"

Son of a scrapbooker

Waiting for DH to get coffee beans in Kingsland, DS and I observe a man with tattoos walk by.

DS: Why does that man have stamps on him?

:-)

A 4 year old observes

DS has some amusing little ideas. Having discussed about where fluid gets stored and then comes out into the toilet he now tells me that there is a tank inside him. Or several it seems.

DS: Mummy, my juice tank and water tank are full but my milk tank needs milk! Can I have cold fridge milk?

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Changing DD's nappy he observes and then asks, "Where's her wee thing?" So I gesture in the general direction.... "She's a girl so she doesn't have one like you."

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Driving along he sees a rottweiler being walked (from behind).

DS: I can see a bottom!
Me: What!? Oh... a dog's bottom.

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Driving along he tells me from the back seat "That man has no clothes on!"
Me: Where!? Where!?
Long-suffering-husband: Settle down, he's just got his shirt off.
Me: Rats!

Sometimes it can be hard

to know where to spend your charity dollars... but today it wasn't.

My shampoo is trying to brain wash me. But I like the swirl around the box. Excuse the bad photo.
Layout and some cards I've made. I'm in a flowery mood I think.

So the long weekend came and went. Awful weather and we didn't go away which judging by the traffic reports was probably just as well. Feeling kinda blah from lack of sleep (thanks to DD), and other stuff. .. friend's marriage breaking up, feeling sad about that. Feeling sad about this mother who died while breastfeeding. My alumni magazine came and has an article about great and exciting things some graduates are doing... feeling very mumsy and drab.

Some days I think I'm just not cut out for this motherhood lark. The days when I need to put myself in time out because of my grumpiness. I hate myself when that happens. Yet I love my kids and wouldn't exchange them for anything.

I need to get over myself.