Author: Veronica

Amy had a ball yesterday playing in the Gardens. About halfway through the day she discovered a mud puddle. Fun times!

She had so much fun jumping in it. Luckily I had thought to bring extra clothes (sort of) and she was able to play.

Junk food!

An awful lot of space. She had great fun running away from me all afternoon.

Mum’s birthday cake was gorgeous AND delicious!

Instant toddler entertainment! Amy has stopped calling them dooooogs, now they are ‘Hoss’s!’ Look at how much drier it is getting. That little bit of green you can see is from the horses splashing water from their trough.

Running to yell at the ‘hoss!’ Closely followed by her cat.

And this one is because we all need a little more cute in our days.

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Today was Mum’s birthday. Go on, head over there and wish her Happy Birthday. She will appreciate it, I promise.

It was a big and busy day. I promise to update more tomorrow, but at the moment it is 10.15pm and Amy has only been asleep for 30 mins. I am stuffed! She was full tilt all day. Cross fingers she sleeps all night for me. K?

It was a fantastic day, full of good food and great company.

To make it even better? When I finally got home this evening, I discovered that I had made the list of Top 100 Aussie Women Bloggers. I am so proud of myself.

Actually, for a fantastic birthday present, I just noticed Mum has made it there as well. Aren’t we clever? Head on over too Leigh’s page and check out the list if you want. Or just love on me with comments.

Anyway, I am off to bed.

Night peeps.

xxx

A few weeks ago, I blogged about us buying a house. Or at least offering on a house and having our offer accepted subject to finance.

Then I blogged about our pre-approval, subject to us paying the entirety of the car loan.

Somehow we found the $1200 to pay the car (thankyou credit card).

Somehow we juggled our finances so that we could do this thing.

Then we sat down. To wait.

2 days turned into a week. A week into a fortnight.

We were left in a limbo of phone calls and waiting.

We had a 21 day finance contract.

21 days left became 14.

14 became 7 .

And then 7 became 4.

We were running out of time and the stress was kicking in.

The car finance company got petulant because we hadn’t seen them about the loan. They faxed through the wrong paperwork time and time again.

We were running out of patience.

We were running out of time.

Finally everything was sorted.

We were waiting. Still.

They put us out of our misery today.

Full approval.

Let me just say that again, we got FULL APPROVAL. It sounds so sweet.

And? I am not excited or screaming in joy. My overwhelming feeling is relief.

We bought a house and I feel relieved.

Finally, I might be able to sleep properly.

 

Our House! OURS! Man that feels sweet.

There is a bunch of work to be done to it, but the inside is nice. It needs a darn good clean and I am hoping like hell that he removes all his rubbish from the yard. Soliciter got all the balls rolling for me this afternoon. We should have a settlement date this coming week.

I can’t wait to get out of this house.

WARNING: Rant ahead.

Dear ABC,

You have the only TV show that my daughter will watch. Honestly, it is the only break I get all day, that 20 minutes of Playschool, so you can imagine I was a touch pissed off when you showed uninteresting CRAP all afternoon (when my daughter was asleep thankyou) and then, just as my daughter woke up and the childrens programs were due to start, you announce that you won’t be showing ANY of them.

Instead you put GOLF on. At 3pm – 6pm in the frigging afternoon. GOLF! For your information, it is still school holidays here, so I am sure there were a bunch of pissed off mums, trying to cook tea while their children whined about there being nothing on TV.

Golf has to be THE MOST BORING sport to watch on TV. Especially if you are a slightly irritable, full of energy toddler, who loves dancing to Playschool.

Please, next time get a freaking clue and put golf on when nothing else is scheduled.

Dear WIN,

Today after being disappointed by ABC’s lack of childrens programs, I switched over to you, something I rarely do when the kid is awake.

You were showing infomercials. I COULD HAVE KILLED YOU!

All I wanted was something bright and shiny, for my daughter to watch for 10 minutes so I could make her a snack without her clawing my leg off because, ‘OMG MUMMY, I AM STANDING! ON THE FLOOR BY MYSELF! AND IT IS KILLING ME! I AM DYINGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG! PICK ME UP PICK ME UP PICKMEUPPICKMEUP NOOOOOOOOOW!!!!!!!’

I mean, you couldn’t cook while a toddler gnawed your leg off could you? Supermum I may be, but I have my limits.

Also, just to let you know, you did slightly redeem yourself at 4pm when there were psychedelic dogs dancing around and singing (am I the only one who finds that creepy?), but it still didn’t get my leg back.

AND for your records, Antiques Roadshow, does NOT make for interesting viewing at 5pm when mothers are cooking dinner and just. need. one. minute. of child-free time. Because we really just need a break while we chop things into little pieces.

Dear SBS,

On Monday nights you are my favourite TV station did you know that? BUT when I am ready to kill my daughter because she just won’t. leave. me. alone. I really don’t need you to be showing foreign news. I know you aren’t a station renowned for childrens shows, but honestly, would it kill you to put something on to keep me sane? Really.

Cooking shows would do. I know you do cooking shows well.

Dear Southern Cross,

I have one word for you.

INFOMERCIALS.

At 3pm in the afternoon? I mean, c’mon are you trying to make me kill myself? Then once the infomercials were done, you put on Neighbours.

ACK!

I KNOW Neighbours has churned out some good stars, but really I am not all that into it. Cartoons would suit me. Mindless shiny pretty animations. ANYTHING REALLY.

I am not that hard to please. Honest, just for gods sake, give me something to work with.

Dear TV,

I don’t hate you, really I don’t. But if you can’t fix your attitude and pick me up some decent programs, I will turn you off and let you get all dusty in the corner.

I swear I will do it and it will hurt me more than it will hurt you (because then I will go back to having a toddler gnawing my leg off, as I try to juggle boiling water, sharp knives and hot food).

Love

Veronica.

This post is for Taz, who has been begging for these photos for a month.

My cat is a stray that adopted Amy for her own. At first, we thought she was feral, but honestly? What kind of feral cat waltzes into your house and smooches on your daughter?

She knew when she was onto a good thing, I swear she thought about it and realised if she made the small human fall in love with her, then nothing could harm her. (It worked incidentally. Cats are smart)

She is missing her back foot, (to a trap I would imagine) so she limps everywhere. Anyways, when she started hanging around here, she was pregnant (dammit! I would love to know who dumped her!). She gave birth to her kittens on the 23rd December and I still don’t know where she chose to give birth. Stupid cat. (Okay, maybe cats aren’t that smart)

Monday she brought the kittens over to the house. The final kitten has been molested by a crow (yeah, word of warning? Don’t leave your kittens unattended near hungry crows.) but the wound is in it’s shoulder is healing nicely now and it can just about walk again.

Taz has been begging me for photos of them since she knew they had been born. Here you go hun.

Aren’t they cute?! Amy thinks they are fantastic. She likes sitting in the middle of them while they are trying to feed, which unfortunately seems to mean that she sits on all three of them.

Poor things.

At least they will be kid friendly for their new homes? Or maybe they will never want to see a Toddler again.

Get your schizophrenic kittens here.