Those Were The Days

I had a bit of a sore throat this week, so I decided to take myself off to the doctor.  As it is school holidays, I dragged the kids along, which was fine as they had their ipods to talk to.

While we were waiting, a young mother came in with her two cute little girls, probably aged around 3 and 4.  As I smiled and watched them run around the waiting room, it took me back to my own terror filled days of being a mother of a 4 year old, a 2 year old and a newborn.

Yes.  My kids are all two years apart.  I think back to those days and wonder how I did it all.  Two in nappies, one giant sized nappy bag and no electronic equipment suitable for this age group.

When they were little, the thought of taking all three to a confined space ie doctors waiting room, supermarket or movie theatre, filled me with such dread that I'd rather poke rusty forks in my eye than have to go through it.

My kids were energetic, loud little babes.  My three year old son could rip the door off the kindy bathroom quicker than you could say teacher retiring next year (this actually happened, but she put the door back on and she stayed on to teach my son how to walk inside!)

My kids wouldn't sit still in any waiting room, even with copious amounts of toys or books available.  They'd much rather open every cupboard or explore every closed door.  Persistant and adventurous, I'm sure they knew they were out in public which was the perfect time to embarrass me.

We loved our swimming lessons.  Each of my children started when they were 9 months old. 

One fabulous moment etched in my memory was when my two year old son decided to sprawl himself in the doorway, naked and as white as snow, reciting the word fuck fuck fuck over and over again in his bestest most loudest voice.

This impressed the mother of the goodie two shoes girls, who stepped over him and just said "hmm".

I can't understand why he didn't just say rainbows or unicorns, but I suppose his memory recall didn't allow for two or three syllable words at that stage.

As they got older, it became a little easier.  The age gap didn't change of course but they did find a little sense somewhere.  I still can't take them to Bunnings without them tearing off in three different directions, but we can go to the movies and behave or sit in the doctors waiting room and not make a scene.

Sometimes they will hide under the clothes racks in K Mart but that's okay because everyone does that.  Time kicks on and kids grow up and life gets easier.

But seeing the mum with the two cute little girls made me long for the days of doors being ripped off hinges and little kids in swimming lessons and baby stuff in giant baby bags.  I miss it and I suppose when the kids are teenagers and sulking in their bedrooms, I'll think back to today and miss that too.

Don't wish the time away because it's gone in a moment.

"Please just one good photo in front of a very important building for Grandma.  Just one....".

Loving the ebook

Okay seriously people.....I need an extra month before Christmas!  I'm totally not organised!  I'm overwhelmed!

33 days until Christmas!  No way!

When did THAT happen?

As I'm getting older, time is going quicker.  The days are rolling into weeks, and every milestone or appointment passes by without a second thought.

It's been a busy, at times stressful year but I am so excited for Christmas so I guess I just need to make some lists, check them twice! and get myself organised!

We are co living in The Money Pit and the shed, while we clean and get sorted, and we have started to move some things up to the house.  Next week we are buying the children new beds, as the ones they have are on rollers and we want solid beds on the timber polished floors.

And after the great bed throwing incident of 2010, Miss T's bed resembles a hammock and sags in the middle so when I lay with her at night I can't get out and I feel quite ridiculous!

Once the beds go in, we will be on the way! We will be cooking, eating, sleeping and showering in The Money Pit, washing away the trials of living in a shed for OVER four years!

The transition will take a few months, I guess.  And that is completely fine with me.

But guess what has me smiling this week?  I am lucky enough to have in my hot little hands a new ebook, courtesy of my bloggy mate Tork!

Now in the big sea of mummy bloggers we have Tork..the rose amongst the thorns...or the token daddy blogger.  He's cool, he's funny, and I like cool and funny!

This ebook is called The Very Best Dad Jokes and it is perfect for that pesky 9 year old..to add to the Christmas stocking perhaps!  It's full of short and funny "dad jokes", which are simply jokes that are so bad they are good!

My kids love it!  They shared the book on the way home from school in the car, and even my little one had a turn of reading!

And the best thing of all is this ebook is only $4.99 with $1.00 from each purchase going to the
Little Heros Foundation. See, I told you he was cool!

 

I am not The Garden Whisperer

I kill plants.

It doesn't matter how hard I try to tend and water, and love a shrub or a bush or a flower, it usually dies.  Give me a plastic houseplant and I'll kill it as well.

I don't know what it is.  I just don't have a green thumb.  Unlike my mother, who has ten green thumbs, or two green thumbs and eight green fingers.....are you still with me?

She has an amazing garden.  She can grow anything from a cutting, and has an abundance of beautiful flowers and shrubs and everything always looks so lovely!

Everywhere she goes, she manages to sneak a cutting, wrap it in newspaper and pop it on the floor of the car, to be lovingly replanted in a pot somewhere.

And that's another thing.  She has all manner of garden statues, and gnomes sacrebleu and wagon type wheels and sticks holding crazy looking plants upright, but it all looks so....together!

Don't even get me started on the ceramic frogs that I find, with their fingernails painted in bright colours!  Yes, she has a great sense of humour!

I love her garden.  I love when we both just walk around and she explains what each flower is, or where she collected that particular shrub or who she stole the cutting from.....

So what about my garden?  Well, at the moment, it doesn't even exist.  Which doesn't mean I don't have grand plans!  We have a section at the front of the house that we plan to use for some nice palm trees perhaps and some cute ground shrubs.

I think this garden gnome would fit right in....

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I also plan to organise my terracotta pots to feature some beautiful (hardy) flowers in all colours that are kill free.  I also want to "build" a fairy garden for my girls...somewhere they can sit and daydream and have pots of beautiful flowers surrounding them. With little paved steps leading into an archway of the most fragrant Jasmine (my absolute favourite).......

Am I thinking too big, perhaps?  Can it be done?  Do I have to call on Beth to give me some tips, because as far as I'm concerned, she rocks the garden?

I'll start slow, with this...I think it's a Frangapani....and so far I haven't killed it. 

Ha, yeah, I'm surprised too.

How pretty!

Do YOU rock the garden?

Christmas in July. Kind Of.

You may remember last September when I posted about my daughter Ms T (aged 6) at the time, and an unfortunate incident involving a swallowed ten cent piece.

You can read about it here and here. Well, she's done it again.

To explain my daughters personality in one photo, I"d like to show you this:- she's stuck halfway up the tennis court fence in her pyjamas.

So todays issue arised from a swallowed Christmas jingle bell, not unlike these ones below.

Ho, Ho, Freakin Ho.

Back up to accident and emergency for 4 hours with my other two children, who, out of boredom and hunger, started wearing their clothes on their heads and doing the funky (psycho) chicken.

We left at the 2 hour mark after seeing the doctor, only to return right away after she started vomiting and having stomach pains.

An xray was ordered and the jingle bell was found to have passed down through her middle (thus the pains) and was positioned below, waiting to come out the other end.

The lovely doctor passed Ms T a handful of blue gloves with a smile, because girl, you're checking your own poo this time!

The One About Clint Eastwood

The good thing about living on a farm is that it's exciting.

Seriously.

There's always the chooks to feed, The Money Pit to build, the kids to control and the guinea fowl babies to catch!

Today we had an escape attempt!

As you know we have some brand new baby keets, all safe and secure in their cage with their two mummas. Since that infamous snake incident of January, we have had to fortify the cage with a layer of gravel and rocks around the inner edge so nothing can get in.

Today I noticed that one of the babies had dug out of the cage and was running around on the outside with the bigger birds.

A comparison with the great film Escape from Alcatraz.

Perhaps!

As the baby bird is the star of the story, I shall call him Clint Eastwood.

Clint Eastwood spent some time running along the front and sides of the cage in a panic, tweeting "for the love of God let me back in....it's not that great out here", which I"m sure the other Clint Eastwood would never say.

 

He also ran with the big boys and thought he was very tough.

 

I ran around with my pink fishing net trying to catch a bird the size of a teacup, through the long grass.

I had my pyjamas on and I hadn't brushed my hair so it was nasty.

Actually all I needed was a tutu and I'd have a ballet.

Sorry I digress.

After a while, I realised that the only way to catch Clint Eastwood was to wait until birdy dinner time when they were busy eating their french white millet (which is like chocolate for guinea fowl because they go crazy for it) .

So I did what every smart Farmers Wifey would do and went to town and let The Hubbster deal with it.

When I arrived home, Clint Eastwood was back inside, amusing the other babies with stories of what happened on the outside and how he evaded capture for a good part of the day.

Secretly, I think he was rather relieved to be back home with his mummy.

Kevin the Stick Insect

Just a little facebook chatter tonight. Enjoy!

FW: I'm hungry but there's a huge stick insect between me and the kitchen. What should I do?

Friend 1: Eat the insect.
39 minutes ago

FW: He's a bit bony....
39 minutes ago

Friend 1: Hurl a shoe at it.
38 minutes ago

Friend 2: Can't you walk around it? *shivers*
38 minutes ago

FW: I really want that cake in there.
38 minutes ago

FW: It's a stick insect on steriods. It's very big.
37 minutes ago

Friend 2: Eeewww how big is it? Yes I'm not a huge fan of insects - of any kind.
35 minutes ago

Friend 1: omigod stick insects creep me out *looks about the room for stick insects*
35 minutes ago

FW: It's frowning at me. It doesn't want me to get that cake. I can't believe my kids can pick these things up.
34 minutes ago

FW: I'll go get a pic for you...wait there.
34 minutes ago

Friend 1: Can they fly?? Oh my god if they can..what if it lands on your face???
34 minutes ago

FW: My kids pick them up by their backs. And their legs wobble around
33 minutes ago

Friend 1: You're making me twitch now lol
33 minutes ago

FW: I really really hate spiders though.....
32 minutes ago

Friend 3: Ewww.... kill it!
Cover in fly spray, chuck a shoe at it... anything!
Cake should win everytime!!!
32 minutes ago

FW: It wants me to go on a diet.
31 minutes ago

Friend 2: Eeww! You're giving me the shivers just imagining what you just described.
26 minutes ago

Friend 1: Holy crap you psycho! Give me a heart-attack!
9 minute ago

Friend 3: So did u do it? Who won? Did u get the cake?
7 minutes ago

FW: His name is Kevin.
5 minutes ago

FW: I threw hubbys tshirt over him and carried him outside and then I ate my chocolate cake. Now we are both happy!
A few seconds ago



Kevin is so nice, he deserves his own frame.

Gimme back my fitball

Seriously?

No wonder I'm getting fat.

My son thinks my fitball would make a perfect Death Star.

As if I'm going to sit on that and risk a nasty Lego/Bum injury.

Vote for Wifey

You may or may not remember a little competition Farmers Wifey participated in last year....the Circle of Moms Top 25 Funny Moms.

You may also remember that Farmers Wifey finished....26 out of 25....oh the humanity!

Well, I'm at it again.  I'd love your votes...and I'd love you to vote everyday. 

Yes I'm asking/pleading and that's okay.  Because I may or may not send you a car.

But you'll always have my appreciation x

Here's the link....go forth and vote!

May the Force Be With You

Use the Force, Luke........

Time:  4.45pm

Place:  The Toy Section @ Kmart

Talent:  Darth Maul and  Darth Vader who mysteriously changes into a Clone Trooper.

10 of the Best. Random.

Today I wanted to share with you a few opinions I have and some things I've been thinking about this week.

I'll number them so when you give me beautiful comment love, it will be easy for you to refer to whatever is annoying you as well.

1.  My newest lunchtime intervention THIS YEAR is that I will not peel, core or sprinkle lemon juice on any apples for one particular child in my family (name hidden to protect identity).

This child will learn to love apple peel as much as the others do, because I simply do not have time in the morning to pick the lemons off the tree and sprinkle.


2.  Today whilst grabbing one last thing from the mall for school next week, I noticed many parents with their book lists in hand ranting at the frazzled sales staff because there are no book covers left.

Seriously, if you are going to leave school shopping until the last day of trading before school starts, you can expect stocks to be low.

Get a grip people, and cover your books with contact like the rest of us suckers.

Note - I bought book covers this year I feel strangely serene.


3.  The first downlight has been installed on the verandah of The Money Pit.  This thrills me.  For obvious reasons.


4.  The kids seriously need a hobby .  Like school.


5.  I'm waiting so patiently for the new gym to open in the same shopping centre as my office.  I can almost feel my biceps bulging.


6.  The kids have been asking for tacos for dinner for weeks and today when I decided to buy the ingredients, I nearly had a panic attack when I couldn't find them in the supermarket (the taco kits, not the kids).

I eventually located them in aisle 4, which had been moved from aisle 6 and I know this is completely random but that's what I've been thinking about today.....right....


7.  To the lady in the silver Pajero who cut me off TWICE in the carpark last week - just because you have a blow wave four wheel drive and large sunglasses, it doesn't mean you can drive like a moron.

It's probably a good idea to get off your phone as well.


8.  I hired a scary movie last week, and when I got home, I realised it "starred" Paris Hilton.

I demand a refund and I'm sueing for stress.


9.  The three kids had a sleepover at their Nanny's house last Saturday night.  It was the very first time they had all gone together.

The Hubbster and I went out for dinner and shared a romantic evening watching a movie.

I'm thinking of sending them there for good. 

Joke.  I'll just send them every Saturday night instead ♥


10.  And lastly, the big thing in Australian Entertainment this week as been #Wigglegate.

Now I'm not going to link to The Wiggles, or The Issue, because if you have no idea what went down, you seriously need to get googling.

All I'll say is that I'm disgusted at the treatment Sam Moran has received, and the way in which The Wiggles have carried themselves. 

Whether or not, Sam's time was up is really not the issue, it's the way in paricular Anthony's "don't know don't care" attitude to Sam was shown in an interview and their condescending manner that has parents all around the world in uproar.

The Wiggles PR department is in overdrive trying to mend the broken.  But I think the damage has already been done.

Seriously guys, show some respect.

They did WHAT?

So you probably know by now that we are all sleeping in the same room while we wait for that magical day when we move into The Money Pit.

The Hubbster and I are down one end of the bedroom and the 3 kids are at the other end.

Bedtime is chaos. The Hubbster usually goes to bed early so the kids have to go to sleep as well.

The other night the two youngest were being noisy and silly so he kicked them out of the bedroom.

They came in to me in the loungeroom and it went a bit like this:-

Kids "Mum, Dad kicked us out. What should we do now?"

Farmers Wifey "I don't know, but you can't stay in here. I'm watching Criminal Minds!"

The kids went into the kitchen where they had the best time playing Lego and eating chocolates until 11.30pm.

Apparently they also helped themselves to peanut butter and honey sandwiches, as evident here:-


I fully expected an ant colony to move in overnight, but Miss T (aged 6) wiped down every tin and bottle and enjoyed doing it. She's awesome ♥

2011 - A reflection

I can't believe the new year begins tommorrow.

2011 has gone so fast...I think as I get older the days and weeks go faster.

Which is kind of sad......

The kids go back to school in 3 weeks, didn't we just have Christmas?

I do love the end of the year, in some ways though.....it's a time of clearing out the fluff of the past year, of tying up loose ends neatly, and starting afresh in the new year.

I can remember feeling this way, this time last year.

I had alot of things I wanted to achieve..and unfortunately I am still seeking them.

We hoped we would be living in our house, we are closer, yes, but still have a little more to do.

And I remember posting about wanting to get back into health and fitness, which I did for one week until I seriously hurt my back.

These two goals are still very important to me....and beginning tommorrow I plan to focus on the fitness goal.

I have the Digital Parents Conference in Melbourne in March, and I want to be looking and feeling my best then. What a fantastic goal to strive towards.

It's so strange that I posted the exact same thing, last year, but the thing that gives me motivation is remembering how I looked and felt before we moved to the Farm and I was a total gym junkie......I loved it.


We have a gym opening right next door to my office, in January or February and I am so excited. One of the reasons why I stopped working out, was because we live out of town and I have to travel half an hour to get anywhere with a gym.

On my days off, I don't want to drive into town, and when I hurt my back, that basically stopped all exercise. So I haven't had a very good year in that respect.

But I know that I want to get fit again, lose some weight and strengthen my core muscles to support my back - if I don't do this, surgery may not be a choice but a definite.

And I don't want to go.....there......

So here's to a great 2012...with your dreams and mine coming true ♥ Thank you for supporting my little blog this year, I love every one of you.....

To finish my last post of 2011, in true Farmers Wifey fashion, I'll share some of my tweets.

I hope they make you smile ♥

Made the ultimate mummy sacrifice and took my daughter to the school disco instead of watching Greys Anatomy..oh the humanity...

Just vacumned the shed.

Bahahahahahahahahahahahahaha.....(don't look at me, I have no idea what this means?)

Had 4 baby guinea fowl escape from Alcatraz this morning, dug out of the cage. I'm calling one Clint Eastwood.

Post about cows. Only on Farmers Wifey.

Just looking at a picture of Brian McFadden pisses me off.

Gaga is a poor man's Madonna.

No bread here. I knew I should have asked for a breadmaker for Christmas.

I got a speeding ticket while 9 months pregnant and getting pizza.

Everytime I mention Justin Bieber my 5 year old blushes.

Santa underestimated the amount of wrapping paper needed and is compensating with computer paper.

We had a little spider and a frog in the shower, and my five yr old says wow we have wild animals in there.

Just bleached the kitchen.

I want my house finished so I can move out of the GODDAMN shed!

Goodness shoulder pads are in everyones closets. I'll send some of my mega 80's ones..

Just had a quite word to the post office lady, STOP BENDING MY FUCKING MAIL AND STUFFING IT IN THE POSTBOX. Now I have a bent calendar.

AHHHHHHHHH blardy husbands.

Holy crap.

Say effing what?

Gotta finish the housework so I can watch Dr Phil.

Impressed that son was dressed and ready for school at 6.30 am until I realised he's slept in his clothes.

Does wine help a sore throat?

I emptied the bins at work yesterday therefore I am the office bitch.

Over two years living in our shed while we build the house. Not sure whether to laugh or cry.

Just told my daughter not to cry over spilt milk. I'll just cry over my freshly washed tablecloth.

I hate this working two days in a row crap. I like being lazy at home.

Wish I had Nanny McPhees stick.

Came to work today for a rest.

Cried at a kids movie, daughter just rolled her eyes at me.

Why do I stay up late and drink wine when I'm so tired and should go to bed?

My 7 year old son just said to me "I need a moment" WTF?

I'm a slave to social media.

Made cupcakes with the kids, and now having a Mersyndol for the headache.

Just went walking with a friend in the rain and the mud..now my shoes are on the clothesline and I'm eating a muffin.

Happy New Year!

Guide to a Safe Christmas

To my lovelies, Merry Christmas!

I am so blessed to have you in my life, albeit my online life!

It doesn't matter, because I appreciate every one of you ♥

As I am such a caring person, I wanted to send you a Christmas warning....

Taken directly from a news website, I must confess, with the best bits highlighted, it reads:-


Parents hurt by children's toys at Christmas

Adults eager to try out their kids' Christmas presents are being warned to take care, as paramedics brace for an influx of injured dads, mums, uncles and aunties.

NSW paramedics say they have traditionally received calls to treat children hurt by their presents.

But parents and other adults are increasingly sustaining serious injuries from playing with children's new toys.

Accidents include falls from scooters, bikes and trampolines and injuries suffered when a water slip 'n' slide ride goes wrong.

Other common injuries include adults stabbing themselves with screwdrivers when assembling new toys.

Alcohol is often a factor.

"Try not to mix alcohol and use of new toys, this is where adults usually come unstuck and they show the children how not to use the toy," the Ambulance Service of NSW said in a statement.

Falls associated with hanging Christmas lights and decorations can also cause major injuries.

So my advice is to wrap yourself in this, while you ride that scooter, so you stay safe over the Christmas break.


Image Credit

So Merry Christmas to you and I hope this litte doggie gets an extra special treat this year!

My Three Little Birds: Part 3

Miss D

My first little bird arrived after 25 hours of labour.

And she was worth every push and groan and frustrated cry that came from me.

I had wanted a baby for as long as I can remember. Actually I can tell you that I was in highschool when I first thought about what my child would be like.

I always thought my first baby would be a girl and I was right (actually I knew what they all were in my heart without finding out the sex).

I just knew.

I wondered would she have long hair as I did when I was a child, and what colour would her eyes be?


Would she look like me? And would she share her love of dancing as I had?

I wrote this for her:-

"My darling, you made me a mother.

I dreamed of you and wanted you for so long...I knew you were somewhere waiting to come to me..you are everything I yearned for and the minute you were put in my arms and I looked at your face, I knew you.

I really knew you...It was almost as if we'd met before...all these years I had waited to have a child, and as I looked at your beautiful face, I knew there and then that I would give my life for you."

She is so much like me, my husband often comments (when her and I are arguing - and yes we do!) that "Wow Michelle, it's like looking in a mirror......")

It scares me how much she is like me, her personality and the way she thinks things through, that is why I think sometimes we clash.....

I'm basically fighting with myself!

My mirror twin!

She is such a good little girl, so helpful and kind and caring.

My little doll. A beautiful, smart and talented little bird..

She loves fashion. I love taking her shopping, just the two of us, and we love trying on clothes, and jewellery and doing girlie stuff ♥

We have another date soon to watch the new Twilight movie. I think she wants me to wear a Team Jacob tshirt.

For her, I'd do anything....

I also think she's smarter than me. Already. No seriously...

And she can sing and dance and act and hopefully she'll become famous and I can finally have my overseas holiday I'm craving...

The final word must go to The Hubbster who said to Miss D recently " You will make a very fine lawyer one day because you're very good at arguing"...

Touche.

My Three Little Birds: Part 2

Mr C

My calm, calm baby boy.

My blonde haired, blue eyed special little guy ♥

I've been trying to decide what to write about my Mr C (aged 8). So many words come to mind - passionate, caring, focused, funny, energetic, creative......

He has an older sister and a younger sister and sometimes, when the girls are fighting, he will look at me and say "those girls are so much trouble Mum!"..

I mother all of my children the same way, but there is a special bond between my son and I..as all mothers and their baby boys have I am sure...

When he was born, he was such a placid little baby, he didn't really open his eyes for the first two weeks - he would keep them squeezed shut most of the time, and we loved when we could actually see his blue eyes.....

I carried him around with his head on my shoulder, looking outwards and I didn't even have to support him with my other hand, as he would just lie there with his head resting, looking at the world while I went about my chores....

When he turned 2, we thought we'd been hit by a cyclone. THE ENERGY this kid had was amazing....

If there was a cupboard to look inside, he was there. If there was a door to slam off it's hinges, he'd have a go.....he would run ahead in the shopping centre, which was scary as I had a 4 year old and a newborn to deal with at that time.....

I tried the wrist strap attached to him and me, so he wouldn't run too far, but he'd still run...and the strap would stretch, and people would stare. Or trip!

Now he is 8 years old and he still has that amazing energy that he channels into sports......he excels at anything he tries - tennis, cricket, rugby league and now AFL...he is my star ♥

He is so kind hearted and has so many friends...

He is smart and creative and loves Lego and Star Wars and Ben 10 and Indiana Jones.

He is a wonderful storyteller and the way his brain works..and the things he says, just thrill and amaze me...

To share some thoughts from my wise and funny little man, I've borrowed some blog entries that will definately make you smile....

Mr C - I'm allergic to bad squirrels. They make me vomit.


Mr C: Mummy

Farmers Wifey: yes my love

Mr C: what are those things under your eyes?

Farmers Wifey: they're bags honey. They're bags...


I had just put the kids to bed and Mr C (aged 7) comes out and seriously says "I just don't feel like going to bed at this stage"....

As I walked him back to bed I said seriously "Well love, I don't feel like entertaining you all night at this stage"....


Football obsessed? Noooo way.

Mr C (aged 6): Mummy, who is the Prime Minister of Australia?

Mr C again: It's Darren Lockyer, isn't it????

My aussie readers will appreciate the giggles. My overseas pals can can google Mr Lockyer to fully understand!

He has enriched my life and he makes me smile every day. I love him and his passion for life.

My special little guy ♥

My Three Little Birds: Part 1

Miss T

The spirited child.

Do you have one? Do you know one?

Do you want one?

My third born, Miss T has evolved from a sweet, chubby baby into a headstrong, defiant 6 year old. I'd love to share some things about her...

♥ She has the most amazingly, funny personality..and her teacher thinks she's a cracker!

♥ She is very sweet, and loves to help carry in the groceries.

♥ Our favourite games are a million kisses and the tickle game on the bed!

♥ She is very robust and is the boss of the family.

♥ Everyone at school loves her, including the mums.

♥ She loves ravioli.

♥ She has great fashion sense, and thinks nothing of wearing a skirt over jeans.

♥ And she wears odd socks alot of the time.

♥ She loves dress up clothes, and adores her pink sparkly school shoes.

♥ She loves her brother and sister. Most of the time.

♥ She can sniff out a chocolate biscuit even when the biscuit tin is hidden in a cupboard behind closed doors.

She keeps us busy with her antics, and I really have to remind myself to focus on the positives, praise! praise! praise!, pick my battles and remember......

"Everyone stay calm"....

We've had 4 trips to Accident and Emergency for varying reasons including the coin incident. You can read about it here and here.

You may also remember the bed throwing incident.

She sometimes wakes up in a bad mood, bosses everyone around, then kicks some toys across the floor on the way to the kitchen. She's really tough like that.

And I've now just realised that she has chewed her way through my laptop powercord, not unlike a beaver knawing on a piece of wood.


I love her to bits. She is funny, cheeky, energetic, very smart and can outbuild and outdesign anyone with lego. I think she will be an architect when she grows up.

She can design a house for me in some exotic location to repay me for putting up with years of stress and visits to the hairdresser to tend to my increasing amount of grey hairs.


Miss T crying - "I thought I'd be up there forever".

Tell me something I don't know!

Betcha never thought you'd see a Muhammad Ali reference here!

Apparently, I have a habit of calling out and saying weirdo things to The Hubbster, when he's leaving for work at 4.30 am....

This is what he tells me.....I think he's just teasing me........

I don't really think I say these things...but how would I know? I'm still in blissful slumber at that early hour.....

This morning I can kind of recall him getting dressed and asking if I wanted the door locked on his way out, and he says that I said, in my best Muhammad Ali impression:-

I am the Greatest! I am the Greatest!

Yeah right. As if I'd say that.

I don't need to state the obvious!