‘Mummy, you’ve got lovely boobies.’
‘Oh, thankyou.’
‘Yes, they’re very great. Your boobies are great.’
I nod.
‘Boobies are for babies! And for Isaac. But oh dear, your boobies are empty now aren’t they?’
‘Yes, the milk is all gone now.’
‘Oh no! Don’t worry Mummy, the milk will come back.’
‘Yes, eventually.’
[She rubs my boob and pokes it a bit]
‘Your boobies are very comfy. Like pillows. For babies.’
She stops to think.
‘Yes. Your boobies are great.’
‘Thank you.’
Kids are awesome.
– March 19, 2010
Oh dear. He’s gone and done it. He’s turned into a toddler.
So, uh, can I ask, what happened to my sweet, biddable, snuggly baby? Since when does he have tantrums and flail his limbs and stuff?
And today (oh god, today). Today I stood him up in the middle of the floor and stepped backwards. And you know what he did? He walked.
He walked to me.
3 steps and fall. Help him back to standing.
5 steps and fall. Help him back up.
EIGHT STEPS AND FALL.
He’s growing up.
And now he’s walking it seems.
I don’t think I can call him the baby anymore.
He’s a fully fledged toddler and I’m not sure I like it.
Sob.
Posted in Isaac.
– March 18, 2010
I’m fairly sure I had a baby here not too long ago. What on earth happened?
Isaac at almost 14 months.
For the record, I did not help him get on or off the plane/toy/push-along-thing.
And Amy, for the love of chocolate, would someone PLEASE create a hairclip/hairtie that actually stays in her hair?
Her fringe is almost long enough to get pulled back with the rest of her hair, but even then, the tie slides out her hair, it is that fine and silky. Have I mentioned she starts Kindergarten in 11 months? I think my tiny baby has disappeared.
I know I blogged about it over on the (newly moved to it’s own domain) food blog, but look what I’ve got!
Posted in Amy, Animals, Isaac.
– March 15, 2010
So a month ago I had a competition, offering free ad space on my sidebar for a month and at the end, winners have the choice of paying for another month, or walking away, no mess, no fuss.
And here are the winners!
Warsaw Mommy is a Canadian, living and raising her two boys in Poland. What could be more interesting than that?
Science at home. Simple science for your kids at home. Nowadays, early learning teachers and primary schools are very focused on reading and writing, which is great. But kids also need to know science and this makes it fun.
Kate from Picklebums! Kate lives on almost 10 acres of weeds in almost rural Victoria. She is the mother to 3 and 3/4 children and can’t quite work out whether her blog is purely a blog about her family and life, or whether it needs to be a bit educational as well.
The Blog of Becky. Becky hasn’t emailed me a button yet, but her application was hilarious, so here she is. Her blog is funny and real and she really needs to write more.
Workforced is a case of one man fighting the machine and not inflicting any damage in the process. Hilarious.
And finally, last but not least:
Kristen at Wanderlust. It’s better than sex, need I say more?
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Unfortunately I wasn’t able to feature every single application I got, but oh my word I wanted to. You guys are funny and lovely and I want to hug every single one of you. If you missed out this time and a few of my ad spots drop out, I’ll email you at the end of the month and see if you want to go ahead with a month’s free advertising anyway.
You guys, are awesome. Now, go forth and click to their blogs!
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In unrelated news (well, a little related) I set up a page for Sleepless Nights, if you’d like to have a sticky beak?
New posts up on the food blog too, and if you wait a few hours (or subscribe even) there will be a post about dinner tonight and our newest additions to the household. 
Posted in Blogging.
– March 14, 2010
I keep repeating to myself. I will NOT have a panic attack. I will not. Nope, not at all.
It’s not working of course, but I’ll keep repeating it anyway.
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When I was little, Mum and Dad slaughtered a pig in the middle of summer. Only to have their refrigerator and freezer die that same day. Much stress ensued and much pork was eaten.
Mum is planning on slaughtering her pigs this weekend. We’ve been discussing it, knowing that a fair amount of the meat was going to be stored in my freezer.
‘How’s your freezer?’ asks Mum this morning.
‘Fine’ I said, ‘waiting for the pigs!’
HA! HAHAHAHAHA. HAAAAA.
HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.
UGH.
This morning, after I spoke to mum, I opened my freezer.
And everything was defrosted.
Everything.
Seems that the power surge we had a few days ago has blown my freezer up. The lights are on, but the temperature is not frozen. Sigh.
I rang my insurance and yes, it will be covered, just jump through these hoops, stand on your head and spin three times.
Fine, I can do that.
Everything was fine.
FINE.
Fine.
Until we started to do the washing.
Now, the washing machine is plugged into the same power point as the freezer. Most everything else we own is plugged into surge protected boards. Thank God.
Half way through a wash, the machine stopped. It started playing up, all the buttons flashed and it refused to spin anymore. Fine. Stop/restart. Same issue.
Finally we got a load of washing finished.
And then everything went downhill.
It’s a front load washing machine, which means that it has a door lock, to prevent the door opening midcycle.
Seems the door lock is electronic and has forgotten how to disengage.
On top of the machine not wanting to spin or wash or WORK.
Broken.
I rang my insurance again, and got the now broken washing machine added to my recent claim. They’ll repair it, or replace it, depending on what the electrician has to say.
Fuck. It just never rains does it?
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In other news, Panic Attacks. The Reason For.
Go and read this post. Go on, I’ll wait. La. lalaalaa. Laaa.
Right, you’re back?
Hello.
The hospital rang today.
We have an appointment in about 3 weeks, to see the Paediatric Coordinator (the head honcho) about Amy and Isaac’s genetic test results.
I’m worried because when the orders for the Coeliac genetic screen was put through we were told that our regular Paed would give us the results. Then, we were told to ring for the results. Then, we were told the results were too complex and involved to be discussed over the phone and could we please come in for an earlier appointment. Oh and by the way, you’ll be seeing Dr B, the big boss guy.
Today, the nurse rang to let me know about the sooner appointment. She made a point of telling me it would be with Dr B, and not one of the Registrars.
Shit.
So I’m a little stressed.
A teensy bit.
A whole lot.
So, Dear Internets, what do you think? Stressing for no reason, or justified? Where you are, would you have to see the Boss Guy just for a simple Coeliac Gene Screen?
– March 12, 2010
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