Author: Veronica

Happy Easter and hello Weekly Winners. As always brought to you by the lovely Lotus.

It has been a trying week. However, Easter is all about the BBQ and the chocolate. Mmmmm, chocolate. You know, baths are good for removing chocolate?

 

The poor puppy hasn’t been getting any chocolate (chocolate can make dogs very sick) no matter how long she follows Amy around. Amy is very particular about eating all the chocolate.

 

We had some smoky days early in the week, which made for fantastic sunsets.

 

See?

 

Amy stole my camera and proceeded to take some interesting photos. (I suppose, it could have been heaps worse. I’m pretty sure she was naked for the photoshoot she did.)

 

Oh and remember this photo from last week? The one where I was astounded some people liked the colours?

 

I got sort of busy and pulled all the paint off. Yes, the paint did just peel off. Yes, in keeping with the theme we noticed when we moved in, they had just painted OVER the grease, grime and food scraps on the cupboards. I used a scrubbing brush to clean them.  Now all I have to do is sand them back, along with the GOD AWFUL pink edges and stain and re-varnish the cupboards.

 

Amy may have unwrapped her Easter egg this morning and then spent all morning either nibbling at it, or cuddling it. The glee on her face when she realised that the eggs on her highchair we actually for her was amazing. I only gave her 3 eggs, but it was totally worth it.

Happy Easter everyone! I hope you had a great time.

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Tonight bedtime was at 7.30pm, like always.

Unfortunately, like every other bedtime recently, Amy didn’t go down until 9.15pm and only then with a LOT of coaxing.

I am fucking exhausted.

Add into the mix that this is what she has been doing for the last 2 weeks (ever since the novelty of the new house wore off) PLUS waking up 4+ time a night for a least 30 mins each time and I am tired. Just a little bit tired.

[During the night, the first wake up is generally about midnight where I will get up and resettle every 10 mins for an hour, then she will wake 3+ times between 1am and 6am, generally needing resettling twice each time. Sometimes the 3am wake up will need 4+ resettles]

Bear in mind, that we have the exact same routine as we were using when she was sleeping through and that nothing in her bedroom has changed.

Add into the mix, a puppy who can’t sleep through the night and a mother with a rather bad run of CFS [I am spending alot of time attaching my heat pack to my hands and wrists] and we have a meltdown waiting to happen. [Me, not Amy]

So yes, this is ME whinging to you, my loverly internets.

I’m not sure if it is the sleep thing, but today? I had trouble making anything I wanted to say come out of my mouth correctly. This would have indeed been fine, had we not been visiting family.

Who I’m sure thought I was odd when instead of saying, ‘I’m fine thankyou, how are you?’ I just looked at them strangely and smiled. I’m sure they will forgive me.

You know, I also forgot how old both Amy and I were.

And I couldn’t for the life of me manage to tell Nathan where to find the towels. I just kind of waggled my hands at him. [Luckily he understands my hand waggles]

My point being, does ANYONE have any ideas for how to help Amy sleep better?

-She doesn’t get boobs for bed.
-I try very hard to settle her in her bed before she is asleep.
-She has 2 bottles of water and numerous dummies, just in case she loses one.
-She has her soft toys.
-She is warm enough.
-The room is not pitch black because then she wakes terrified.
-Her teeth have stopped moving for the moment.
-The routine is the same as always.
-She goes down equally as badly for Nathan. She used to be better for him.

I mean, obviously I am missing something, or she would be sleeping through.

I can’t see it from where I am sitting though.

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Updates.

My finger has dried out nicely and is well on the way to healing as long as I don’t bump it.

I came off the pill 5 days ago and slowly my insanity is receding. I have had some very minor spotting since, but no period. I am waiting to see what happens.

Seven has had NO accidents inside today. I am very proud.

Amy runs around the house chirping, “I happy, happy, happy. I happy, happy happy.” She also jumps and exclaims ‘BOING!’or ‘BOUNC-EEEE’ as she does it.

There are so many things I could blog about (Seven the puppy refuses to toilet train, Amy has molars coming down and is refusing to sleep, my phone cord is playing up causing the phone to ring and disturb my sleepless child, I have eaten too much chocolate, my fast internet won’t be connected until Wednesday, it is Easter, etc etc.)

However, all of those things are boring (unless you really want to hear about puppy poo? No?) so I present you with a photo.

Of my finger.

If you get ill at blood, please look away now.

 

You know, it doesn’t look nearly as bad in the photo. It hadn’t started to bleed (or hurt) very much at this point (hence me being able to photograph it).

I seem to have removed the side of my finger near my fingernail. My father assures me that he has done the same thing and that the chunk removed will eventually grow back and I won’t have less of a finger.

Nathan was quite rapt that he was able to examine the chunk of finger I cut off that was left on the knife.

However, it looks lots better this evening after I let it dry out. (The bandaids kept sticking and removing them hurt enough to make me nauseous and cry lots. I decided risking bumping it was a better option).

Hopefully it heals nice and fast, because touch typing minus one finger is an awfully hard thing to do.

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Somehow as I was cutting vegetables for soup, I tried to chop my finger off.

Can we say ouch?

So after lots of bleeding (many many tissues and a tea towel goot soaked through) I have a finger that is just about useless and a touch painful.

You know, I took photos, but I don’t think they are entirely appropriate for a blog. I mean, unless you are all into blood and gore? I didn’t think so.

So, without too many words, because it is hard to touch type minus one finger, I present you with truthiness.

[Because all the cool kids are doing it. Because I had nothing better to write about, unless you really want to see photos of my finger? I thought not.]

I think Sweetney came up with the idea. Then a whole other bunch of cool bloggers shared, so I am going to as well. You can totally blame these ladies for this horrible photo of me. Her Bad Mother, Oh The Joys, IzzyMom, Mrs. Flinger, Motherbumper, Mamalogues, Breed ‘Em And Weep, Redneck Mommy, Sarcastic Mom and Dawn.

Here I am, first thing in the morning.

You’re totally jealous of my hair, aren’t you. I can see it in your eyes (hiding away behind the mirth).

The scarier thing? It is now nearly 8 hours later and I haven’t brushed my hair yet. Run my fingers through it and tied it back properly, but I haven’t brushed it.

Maybe because the toddler and the puppy have lost the brush.

*sigh*

I watched a kids TV show about animals the other day. It was an American show (or maybe Canadian, not sure) and there were SO MANY mistakes. I would like to clear some of these up.

Koalas are called koalas. Not koala bears and in reality they have nothing in common with bears. Okay? Moving on.

Onto the magnificent platypus. It is not called a duck-billed platypus. Yes, it may have a bill that looks like a duck, but it also has a tail that looks like a beaver and we don’t call it the beaver-tailed platypus, do we? Also when talking about them, we say one platypus, two platypi. Not platypusses.

I used to go fishing with my Dad in a certain river close by and if I sat very quietly I was pretty much guaranteed to see a platypus. They truly are amazing to watch in the water. Unfortunately they have a tendency to try and steal your bait (and hence, get caught in the fishing line) so in the end I sat and watched and gave up on the trout.

Echidnas. Pronounced E-kid-nah. The show I was watching called them extrememly rare and told us that you weren’t likely to see them. Maybe in some places echidnas are rare, but here in Tassie I see them all the time. Not quite so often that I have stopped paying attention, but probably one a week through Spring Summer and Autumn.

Echindnas and Platypi belong to a very small (ie: they are the only animals in it) group of mammals called monotremes. Basically, they lay eggs like a bird, but they suckle their young like a mammal.

Kookaburras. Pronounced Cook-ah-buh-ruh. Not any of the other mangled ways I have heard it said. Yes, they are native to Australia, but not to Tasmania. I reserve the right to hate them greatly.

Now for the contentious issue of the Kangaroo. Yes, we eat the Kangaroo. Yes, we cull the Kangaroo (not nearly enough, my freezer is SO empty). YES, okay I get it. We are the only country that kills and eats it’s National emblem.

You do know that the kangaroo (and it’s smaller [and tastier] counterpart the wallaby) is at plague proportions, right? That there are thousands of them stripping farmers land of good stock feed, eating the crops and generally making a nuisance of themselves. WHILE we are in the middle of a drought.

We NEED to cull them, or risk being over run like we were with the rabbits (which incidentally are havoc creating animals and taste delicious roasted [with bacon]).

Also? Unlike Skippy, kangaroos do NOT call for help. They do NOT run back to the farm and raise the alarm when you have fallen down a cliff and they do NOT make clicking sounds. They make look at you a bit oddly as you lay there crying for help at the bottom of said cliff, but they are not in essence, helpful animals.

They may also beat you up if you annoy them, or intrude onto their territory.

So there you go. I am sure there are many many more things that I will discover wrong in TV shows as Amy and I watch them. Don’t worry, I will keep you posted.