Monthly Archives: September 2009
You Call It Preschool, I Call It Freedom!
Declan officially started preschool last Monday, I now have two days a week where I can experience the freedom of not having three foot of trouble hanging around my knees constantly. I spent the first day sobbing, the second day I was uneasy, but happy about how much he was enjoying himself, by the time … Continue reading
Pink, It’s Like Red, But Not Quite
Babies make you feel old, well, not necessarily babies, but one preschooler and one would-be-toddler-if-he-would-just-get-off-his-arse-and-walk make you feel old. I decided to counteract this by dying my hair and calling back to my long gone days of college, late nights and doing assignments on the train into the city. Suddenly I feel magical, I don’t … Continue reading
Scabs, Lies and Videotape
Declan has recently discovered the joy of picking scabs, not one to deprive him of such pleasure I haven’t got massively out of my way to stop him – he’s the kind of kid that if I say no will just get even more excited about whatever activity I’ve banned him from. That is until … Continue reading
Twelve Months On
My baby boy turned one year old on Saturday. One year since he shot out of my vag looking like a member of the Blue Man Group and entered the world. One year since he was whisked off to the NICU before I’d seen him, with Dan following promising to return with a photo. One … Continue reading
The Purple Pimpmobile
Declan attended his first day of preschool without me today (we did two “settling days” last week) and he had a blast. I on the other hand spent most of the day crying my eyes out. The purple pimpmobile was his treat for being so good and even taking a nap when the ladies there … Continue reading
OMG! Facebook Has Targeted Ads!
Wandering around the interwebs catching up on my Idol gossip (*gasp* it’s been moved to a later timeslot! Dramaz!) I stumbled across this less than fascinating article on The Daily Telegraph about Facebook advertising. FACEBOOK users beware: advertisers are watching your page and they know what you need. Relationship status single? Dating agency ads pop … Continue reading
My OB Said WHAT???
I have just discovered (with thanks to Alicia of Tattoos And Drool) the fabulous site, My OB Said What???. Full of gems such as… “Your Cervix Is a Little Dehydrated” “The Vagina is a Very Dirty Place for a Baby!” And my personal favourite, regarding the DANGERS of birthing in a standing position: “…It Makes All The … Continue reading
Step Away From The Baby
From ParentDish’s most recent post: Thumbs Down. You spot a pair of tiny feet bouncing along in a stroller and can’t resist taking a peek. What cheeks! What big, brown eyes! What an adorable sign hanging precariously above the baby’s head warding me off lest I whip out the hand sanitizer! We’re not joking. The … Continue reading
CamWhore
My husband cruelly suggested as I was getting ready to go out last night that I was old, miserable and no longer able to take perfect camwhoring shots, lets just see… Self portrait with camera at arms length. Check. Slightly blurry focus to cover up any imperfections. Check. Artistic MySpace angle, taken from above to cover … Continue reading
You Can Take My Life, But You Can Never Take My Caffienated Beverages!
There’s talk about NSW banning the sale of caffeinated drinks because some eight year olds have been chugging them down on the way to school. I am already coming up with catchy slogans for my protest boards, but can’t get much further that “Take Away My Caffeine And I Will Hunt You Down And Eat … Continue reading
