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How To Share Your Kitchen and NOT DIE!

by Veronica on April 30, 2008

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A while back I asked for post ideas. Barbara suggested that I do a post about how to juggle a Toddler and a hot pan of food at the same time. I thought about it, but didn’t really have anything spectacular because we had a gate across the kitchen.

Then, disaster struck. Nathan tripped over the gate while carrying a box full of firewood. One (1) bruised head and big mess later, our gate was broken (into very very small pieces I might add).

Now, until we get a newer, shinier, BETTER AND UNBREAKABLE gate, I am forced to share the kitchen with Amy. So I will walk you through a day, from breakfast to dinner, of sharing the kitchen with a toddler, sharp knives, hot kettles, cups of tea and everything in the cupboards.

HOW TO SHARE YOUR KITCHEN AND NOT DIE.

-BREAKFAST-

1) Rescue toddler from her PRISON, and fix her OMG MUMMY I AM IMPRISONED cries. Snuggle the toddler in your own bed for a few minutes. Try to doze off. Release toddler as she requests ‘Mum-eeeee, Ima wanna go dooooown noooooow’.

2) Listen to the toddler noises in the lounge room as you try very hard not to doze back off. Figure that as long as there is noise you are probably safe to stay in bed. Freak out as soon as you hear silence and head to investigate.

3) Discover the toddler SITTING on the bench eating the butter with her hands. Clean up the mess, clean up the toddler and set her free.

4) Get the toaster out of the cupboard as the toddler hangs off your legs. Try and hunt down the bread, only to discover that the toddler had played with the bread before moving on to the butter. Try and rescue a few slices of bread in order to toast.

5) Burn your fingers as you remove toast from the toaster. Try to remove toddler from your legs as you butter the toast. Fail miserably and walk around the kitchen sporting the NEWEST IN KITCHEN ACCESSORIES! A TODDLER!

6) Successfully butter and cheese the toast. Cut, and place on highchair table. Chase toddler around the lounge room and finally manage to capture her. Place in front of toast and take a breather.

-LUNCH-

Lunch is never really a big deal here as Amy tend to nap about midday. I try and give her a sandwich before she naps and then a piece of fruit or a sandwich or whatever when she wakes up.

However, cup of tea time (which is whenever I feel like it) is a big more complex than it sounds.

-CUP OF TEA TIME-

1) Remove toddler from the kitchen BEFORE you start. Fill the kettle with cold water and turn on.

2) Remove toddler from the kitchen. Grab yourself a mug and a teabag. Ummmm, discover that the toddler has nicked all the teabags and they are now strategically placed around the house. Find spare teabags in the cupboard that AREN’T covered in toddler and dog drool.

3) Place sugar and teabag into your mug. Remove toddler from kitchen, cursing more than you should, as she tries to pull a glass of (cold) water onto her head (she can’t actually reach the kettle thank goodness).

4) Reboil the kettle as everything above has taken 30 minutes and the water has cooled.

5) Finally get the mug, teabag, sugar and hot water in the same place as the same time. Fill the mug with hot water and FREAK OUT as the toddler tips the sugar bowl all over her face, shoulders, floor, couch and bench. Set the hot mug aside where the toddler can’t reach it (the stove top is a good place) and find the vacuum cleaner.

6) Discover that the vacuum cleaner is full. Leave the toddler inside while you run outside and empty the vacuum. Come back inside to discover the toddler sitting on the bench, tearing up teabags and sprinkling the contents everywhere.

7) Thank God that you have the vacuum cleaner handy. Vacuum everything while you have the chance.

8.) Remember your cup of tea brewing. Check and discover that it is stone cold. Wonder briefly just how much time has elapsed.

9) Repeat above steps until you finally get to add milk to an at least warm cup of tea. Proceed to have to share the entire cup with the toddler.

-DINNER-

1) Prep vegetables. Try not to slice toddler fingers off as she tries to pinch vegies while you are still trying to cut them. Swear more than you should.

2) Prep meat (tonight we had steak, so I am working on the premise that we are all cooking steak). Use your very-sharpest-possible-commercial-kitchen-quality knife. (Yes, it is really a commercial kitchen quality knife, it is my baby. I adore my 2 good knives) Freak out as the toddler tries to eat the raw fat that you just gave the cats.

3) Heat the grill and place meat under the grill. Remove toddler from the kitchen. Place prepped veg into various pots and pans with water/butter/whatever.

(PLOP CRASH WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA BARK BARK BARK AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGHHHHHH!)

4) Pick up (screaming like her life is OVER) toddler and try to comfort her, while simultaneously sauteing a pan of bok choy in butter. Turn and baste steak, while still holding sobbing toddler. Check the cookedness (that is now a word) of the carrots while still holding a screaming sobbing boob grabbing toddler.

5) Wonder how the holy hell I do this every night.

6) Put toddler down (in her highchair is preferable) and race back to your pans on vegies. Quickly baste steak to prevent burning and turn around to encounter….a whining, hungry, clinging, unhappy toddler who wants to be picked up.

7) Place toddler back on floor and do your best to drain carrots, finish sauteing, and make sure the steak is cooked. Dodge toddler while moving around the kitchen with boiling water and carrots and THINGS.

8.) Dump a few cooked carrots onto the highchair table, thus buying your self a few (only a few, mind) moments to dish up dinner. Cut toddlers food up into itty bitty bits and place on her special toddler plate, on her special toddler highchair table.

9) Sit down to eat, just as the toddler slithers out of her highchair, having eaten nothing. Try and eat as the toddler stands in front of you with her mouth WIDE open, practising being a baby bird. Alternately feed yourself and toddler your plate of dinner.

DONE!

Now, does this scenario sound familiar to anyone else? Hehe.

What I didn’t add in was all the cuteness. The ‘Mum-eeee I dink peeeeas!’ and ‘Peaaas, neeeeed food’ and ‘Tiss! Tiss!’ as she leaned up for a kiss. Very cute.

And hey, soon enough I can make her help me prep dinner!

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Test.

by Veronica on April 30, 2008

in Life

Test! EEEEK!

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Needs Some Techie Help

by Veronica on April 27, 2008

in Life

Honestly, a NEW version of WordPress? AGAIN?

Seriously, what the fuck? I just updated the damn thing and now they are telling me to do it again? I wouldn’t have an issue with it if my Automatic WordPress Upgrade Plugin (gah, name is too long. Sapping brain cells) would just work for me! I have used it numerous times with no issues, but NO, apparently NOT today.

It tells me that Database Backup cannot be completed, step 2 failed, YOUR HEAD WILL NOW EXPLODE.

Heh.

So my question is, WHY won’t the damn thing work? Has it got anything to do with my ISP? I haven’t changed what server I am using, and it doesn’t mention anything about server error, so I would assume that everything is good there, right? Right? Sigh.

Any and all help gratefully accepted.

*****

Since my head had exploded (Nathan is stuck cleaning up the mess, and I am actually typing this from the other side) I can’t be bothered spending the next 2 hours resizing and uploading photos for my Weekly Winners.

Lotus, you can smack me later, okay?

This SHOULD be the last week I am stuck with dialup (can you hear the mad cackling? I can totally hear people cackling madly saying ‘YOU IDIOT! YOU WILL NEVER GET BROADBAND! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAA!’ What? You can’t hear that? Dammit) so hopefully maybe next weeks WW will not take me all evening. Heh.

*****

I got the small problem with my emails sorted out (can I get a WOOHOO over here please?), there was some issues with my ISP not letting me send emails from an unauthorised internet address (the somedaywewillsleep one).

I think that is a little weird that they are able to tell me what email address I can and can’t use, but hey, I am living in the dark ages where internet companies left me to my own devices. Just sayin’.

Now my emails appear to come from my somedaywewillsleep account, BUT NO! You would be wrong! They are really coming through my ISP email address, even though they show the domain email. Strange really.

*****

Yep, I think that is everything I needed to address today. I have a few posts and projects in the making so look for them this week.

[Veronica gets dirty! Digging up the back yard.]

[Our government ignores SAHParent’s. Veronica’s head explodes. For a second time.]

[Fruit trees]

[Our outside toilet and bets on how long it takes to a) freeze the water in the bowl or b) freeze me to the seat at 3am] Stay tuned….

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A Winner! And Amy Blames The Cat

by Veronica on April 26, 2008

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We have a winner!

Congratulations to Anne from Adventures in Beanland! She was lucky commenter #25 and I will be sending her $25 via paypal just as soon as she emails me back.

Anne Says:

I would travel a LOT more. Go back to Australia, see New Zealand, also all around Asia and South America. It’s $$$ to travel with kids, so it would be great not to worry about that part.

Yay! Congrats Anne!

*******

Today, I was busy in the study and Nathan was outside. Amy was playing alone (because my house is childproof and safe).

SOMEHOW Amy managed to snag the sugar bowl off the benchtop. There she sat, eating sugar with her hands until Nathan opened the door to come back inside (how do I know this? Nathan told me).

As soon as she heard Daddy, she stood up and ran away as fast as she could to hide. One of the kittens had been sharing the sugar with her so the first thing Nathan did was scoot the kitten out of it, grumpily I might add.

Once Amy realised that Daddy was growling at the cat and not her (yet) she emerged saying…

‘No no no! Is BAD cat! No!’

… and wagging her finger.

She looked at Nathan like butter wouldn’t melt in her mouth and repeated her ‘Bad cat! No!’ mantra again, while pointing at the mess.

Blaming the cat definitely starts young.

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And The Band Played Waltzing Matilda

by Veronica on April 25, 2008

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Today is ANZAC Day*. Better people that I have written about what exactly happened that fateful dawn at Gallipoli.

Mistakes were made and our men were landed on the wrong beach, under heavy gun fire. By the end of the day, 2000 men lay dead.

My Grandfather (with a few Great’s added to the beginning) was one of the men. He was 26, probably a good 10 years older that the average soldier there. Many men lied about their age in order to enlist. I still find it hard to fathom that boys, children; younger than I am now, were given guns and shipped away to fight a war on foreign soil.

This morning we woke before dawn, to get ready and head down to the Community Club to attend the Dawn Service. It is not a religious service, just a community, turned out to honour those who left us behind.

People spoke and we watched the sunrise as we listened to the Last Post. It was a very sobering moment as we reflected on the men who lived and died for us. The seriousness was broken by Amy, whispering, “I go down now please?” She was bored with the service and wanted to play on the play equipment! However, she was beautifully behaved, despite only having had 7 hours sleep.

I would have embedded a video to play The Last Post, but I have no idea how to do it, or even if it would work with my internet. Instead, I give you the lyrics to a song that tells the story so well.

And The Band Played Waltzing Matilda – Eric Bogle

When I was a young man I carried a pack
And lived the free life of the rover
From the Murray’s green banks, to the dusty outback
I waltzed my Matilda all over
Then in 1915 my country said: Son,
There’s no time for roving, there’s work to be done
So they gave me a tin hat and they gave me a gun
And they sent me away to the war

And the band played Waltzing Matilda
When the ship pulled away from the quay
And amid all the tears, flag waving and cheers
We sailed off for Gallipoli

How well I remember that terrible day
When our blood stained the sand and the water
And how in that hell they call Suvla Bay
We were butchered like lambs at the slaughter
Johnny Turk, he was waiting, he primed himself well
He rained us with bullets, and he showered us with shell
And in five minutes flat, we were all blown to hell
He nearly blew us back home to Australia

And the band played Waltzing Matilda
When we stopped to bury our slain
Well we buried ours and the Turks buried theirs
Then it started all over again

Oh those that were living just tried to survive
In that mad world of blood, death and fire
And for ten weary weeks I kept myself alive
While around me the corpses piled higher
Then a big Turkish shell knocked me arse over head
And when I awoke in me hospital bed
And saw what it had done, I wished I was dead
I never knew there was worse things than dying

Oh no more I’ll go Waltzing Matilda
All around the green bush far and near
For to hump tent and pegs, a man needs both legs
No more waltzing Matilda for me

They collected the wounded, the crippled, the maimed
And they shipped us back home to Australia
The armless, the legless, the blind and the insane
Those proud wounded heroes of Suvla
And when the ship pulled into Circular Quay
I looked at the place where me legs used to be
And thank Christ there was no one there waiting for me
To grieve and to mourn and to pity

And the Band played Waltzing Matilda
When they carried us down the gangway
And nobody cheered, they just stood there and stared
Then they turned all their faces away

Now every April I sit on my porch
And I watch the parade pass before me
I see my old comrades, how proudly they march
Renewing their dreams of past glories
I see the old men all tired, stiff and worn
Those weary old heroes of a forgotten war
And the young people ask “What are they marching for?”
And I ask myself the same question

And the band plays Waltzing Matilda
And the old men still answer the call
But year after year, their numbers get fewer
Someday, no one will march there at all

Waltzing Matilda, Waltzing Matilda
Who’ll come a-Waltzing Matilda with me?
And their ghosts may be heard as they march by the billabong
So who’ll come a-Waltzing Matilda with me?

*ANZAC stands for Australian and New Zealand Army Corps.

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