tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37883911379669247802024-02-08T17:45:35.414+01:00Sticky BabyOut of my womb and into our hearts, Sticky Baby, 'PaPaDaDa' and I travel to the unexplored continent of child raising. From party dresses to poop, from V8s to vomit - a life metamorphosis. And then there were 3....Mama Lhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04548218452511487685noreply@blogger.comBlogger310125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3788391137966924780.post-55166916466641392202011-07-06T09:19:00.000+02:002011-07-06T09:19:51.305+02:00Hold up...wait a minute...Everyone hates a boaster, but I just had to share...<br />
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Guys, guess where I'm going next Wednesday??<br />
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SHUT UP! I KNOW!<br />
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THE COOK ISLANDS, Pacific Island Paradise, heaven.....<br />
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I got booked on a job there for 3 days and 3 nights!!!!!! I AM DYING RIGHT NOW!!<br />
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Anyone feel like being human origami and folding themselves up into my luggage?<br />
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Thought so....Mama Lhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04548218452511487685noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3788391137966924780.post-80699183929779495022011-07-05T06:13:00.000+02:002011-07-05T06:13:01.212+02:00Milestone reachedPapadada and I had just about given up on ever 'doing lunch' again. "Until we are 54 years old, something like that", we had said to one another, our words laced with longing and pain. With much sorrow, we bade farewell to our chic and funky lunch spots, trading in our freshly toasted foccacias and skim-soy-lattes for DIY baby-food and Ikea high chairs. Welcome to parent-hood, right?<br />
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21 months and a couple of weeks on....<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">TA-DA!!!</span><br />
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We have ourselves a new lunch date!<br />
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Waitress? Party of 3, please:)<br />
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Ok, so the lunch locations are uber-child friendly meaning not all that cutting-edge, nor chic. But hey, at least we're back on the scene!<br />
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And look! Not even a high-chair in sight. Gee whiz, Sticky Baby, you've come a long way, kiddo.<br />
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(PS: How downright FREAK-AY that the table number is 21?!?!?)Mama Lhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04548218452511487685noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3788391137966924780.post-59743319982582608112011-07-04T06:16:00.000+02:002011-07-04T06:16:02.291+02:00Sticky Piccie<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M-QGFKR77mY/ThE95ug76DI/AAAAAAAABDs/RXQmPOHoXKg/s1600/chamelon.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M-QGFKR77mY/ThE95ug76DI/AAAAAAAABDs/RXQmPOHoXKg/s640/chamelon.jpg" width="476" /></a></div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><i>"If I stay very still, maybe they won't find me.I knew I wore this red turtle-neck for a reason....D'oh, the green balloon is a dead giveaway!"</i></div>Mama Lhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04548218452511487685noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3788391137966924780.post-47718092840256820562011-06-20T08:57:00.001+02:002011-06-20T09:08:37.081+02:00Just a little something I prepared earlier...An unusual burst of midday energy made me do this:<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">This wee project required paint, painter's tape, a brush, and some double-sided tape. And of course some chalk. I purchased the board in one of those dollar stores that smell funny. The original frame was a boring pine colour, hence the dire need to re-paint it white. The rest? Piece of cake. Easy peasy. Yes, you can call me Martha....</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The little quote was not a midday stroke of genius. I stole it from some wall decal website. Sue me. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">(Actually, please don't. Consider it flattery.) </span>The minute I laid eyes on those words, I knew it had to take pride of place in Sticky Baby's room. It is him down to a T!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">As he grows up, I intend to change the 'mumma message'. When he is 12, I might write something along the lines of, "Yo tween..youre attitude is totally not toasting my bagel. Change it or your father's foot is going to land dangerously close to your butt". Ahhh, so many uses!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Anyhow, Sticky Baby's room is slowly coming together. Another little project or two and it should be ready for the big reveal...</div>Mama Lhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04548218452511487685noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3788391137966924780.post-2558022243257284272011-06-14T12:44:00.001+02:002011-06-17T12:50:35.756+02:00Love letterWell, It's about time for a letter to the fruit of my loins, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">(one day when you're, like, 16 and feral, you will want to vomit at those words. Suck it up teen-boy! Mama and Papa made rompy-pomp and consequently bore the most beautiful piece of fruit known to man-kind. There!)</span><br />
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Ok, so you're 21 months old. You're nearly 2 bubba! TWO! I find myself in stitches at least once a day, rollicking with laughter at your antics. You are so incredibly funny. You find joy and excitement in the smallest of things. You remind me of the simplicity and wonder of life. The core of our humanity. Love and laughter.<br />
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You are a human parrot. You will repeat any word we throw at you. "Barbecue", we will say. <b>"Ba-qu-qu"</b> you will confidently belt out. "Gorgeous", I will throw at you. <b>"Gooorg-is"</b>, you will coo. Daddy will say, "Basketball". You will echo, <b>"Ba-ket-ball"</b>. AH! Is there anything better than hearing you speak? I think not. The other morning, you surprised us with your very first sentence - <b>"Kick the ball"</b>. You really are your father's son.<br />
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At night, when I put you to bed, you demand I sing you an impressive repertoire of nursery rhymes. "Row Row?" you ask, extending your arms in a rowing motion. And then, "Pie-pie" as you attempt the Incy Wincy Spider action. Followed by "Baaa-baaaaaaa" in your best bleating sound. I melt. And I stand there, rendition after rendition of 'Row your Boat' and 'ABC', more in love with you with every verse I sing.<br />
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You have discovered your father's passion for all things cars, remote controls, bikes and machines. Almost every hour on the hour you will ask me for your '"Fixit", which is the house-hold screwdriver. You just want to fix whatever you can - the door knobs, your bean bag, your leaky sippy cup, the neighbour's cat. You imitate your father sooooo much! And don't get me started about your cars and "Mo-to-mikes". When Daddy bought you your first slot car set the other day, well, weren't you the happiest little boy alive! Mind you, Daddy isn't quite ready to let go of the controls yet, so the best you can do is watch the cars whiz by and occasionally lunge at the tracks!<br />
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You're really starting to enjoy a few television shows here and there. Your favourite of all is "Giggle and Hoot", a terrific blue owl and his best friend Jimmy. If you could crawl into the TV set to kiss them, you would. "Hooty, hooty!" you call out! I think I know what kind of birthday cake I'll make for your 2nd birthday....<br />
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You dance like no one's watching, which is a phrase we adults try and live by. Well, my little boy, you are my daily reminder to let loose and release my inhibitions! You stomp and you spin and you wave your little hands in no particular rhythm, but it all makes sense to you.<br />
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Your language skills are quite remarkable. You understand absolutely everything we are saying. Your father and I have even reached that parental milestone of s-p-e-l-l-i-n-g things out. That's how switched on you are with words. And your confidence is astounding! I could ask you whether you agreed with the new tax being introduced next financial year, and you will look me straight in the eyes and say, <i><b>'Zheah'</b></i>. That's how you say 'Yeah'.<b> '</b><i><b>Zheah'</b></i>. It's going to catch on.<br />
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You FREAK us out with your counting skills. Papa can start counting, "1, 2" and you will pipe up in the next room whilst playing with your blocks, "3". Your daddy and I couldn't believe it the first time it happened. And it keeps happening! All the way up to 8! You'll interject with your favourite numbers here and there. Genius boy.<br />
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You love to kiss everything. You love Bob, the neighbour's cat, you kiss him until he runs out of the yard. You love your stuffed animals and toys. Where there only used to be 'Ra-Ra' the blue rabbit in your cot, there now is 'Ba-Ba', the white sheep and occasionally 'Papy' the golliwog. Crowded house.<br />
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And to top off these past 24 months, you have finally, FINALLY evolved into a cuddle-bug. You follow me around saying, <i>"Cuddo, Cuddo mummy"</i>. I die.<br />
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You are obsessed with your grandparents. You have given each of them quite unique names. No help from us, this is allllllll you:<br />
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Babo<br />
Manini<br />
Po<br />
Mania<br />
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Yep, special!<br />
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You continue to love balloons and bubbles, slippery slides and cherry tomatoes. Thanks to Po, you have discovered the delight of chocolate. No going back now...<br />
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Dropping you at school on Tuesdays and Wednesdays is so exciting. You are in love with your teacher, Nathalie, saying "Nathie" almost every day! Your little friends call you 'Wemy' because they too cannot pronounce 'Rs'. Too cute for words.<br />
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My heart is full every time I look at your olive skin, your golden hair, those blue eyes, and that cheeky grin.<br />
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Bring on the big 2nd birthday! It's going to be a doozy!<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I guess that makes Papadada 'The Skipper' and me, 'Ginger'? (or Mrs Howell on a bad day...)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Note: </span></i></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Picked up that little white hat at Target for $1.01! Bargain of the millennium!</span></div>Mama Lhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04548218452511487685noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3788391137966924780.post-70605949575577858232011-06-09T22:50:00.000+02:002011-06-09T22:50:45.071+02:00MedicatedThis evening, whilst I was preparing dinner, Sticky Baby decided that Bob, the neighbour's cat, needed a dose of Baby Nurofen..<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">Drawing back the syring-y thing.....</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">(he grabbed it out of the top drawer, sneaky bugger)</span></div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">Aiming in the whisker vicinity....</div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">"Me not meant to medicate feline with liquid paracetamol? Really mummy?"</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Classic.</div><div style="text-align: left;"> I love this phase of toddler-hood. Mimicking and parroting galore. Imitation is the greatest form of flattery, right?</div>Mama Lhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04548218452511487685noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3788391137966924780.post-52869308324964104042011-06-09T04:47:00.000+02:002011-06-09T04:47:11.720+02:00Busted<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wQK6DSvPAIk/Te9XVoIk7kI/AAAAAAAABCw/bHKETGqC5Pk/s1600/pjs.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="478" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wQK6DSvPAIk/Te9XVoIk7kI/AAAAAAAABCw/bHKETGqC5Pk/s640/pjs.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />
Cross my heart, they weren't like this when we put him to bed. Hulk baby must've grown half an inch in the course of 12 hours and woke up busting a big toe out of his snazzy red onesie.<br />
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Perhaps I should consider buying him one of these suits for next Halloween...<br />
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That was me this morning.<br />
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Sticky Baby was pushing around one of his plastic trucks. He came up on the couch to show me that the tray of the truck can lift up. He then looked at me and said <i>"casse"</i>, which means 'broken' in french. I explained to him that it wasn't broken, that it was simply a feature of the truck. Still confused, he looked back at the truck, said 'broken' again and then.....<br />
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<b><i>"Fuck</i></b>".<br />
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My eyes bulged out of my head.<br />
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So he said, this time with a question mark of hesitation,<br />
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<i><b>"Fuck?"</b></i><br />
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And then in a really cutesy high pitched tone,<br />
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<i><b>"Fuck!"</b></i><br />
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Look, the context of the word is perfect. His truck is broken in his eyes. Fuck!<br />
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But I think he's actually trying to say truck. I HOPE HE'S TRYING TO SAY TRUCK!<br />
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Gee.Whiz. I think it's time for mama to curb her cussing.<br />
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Have any of you had something similar happen?<br />
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My friend was telling me the other day that her 3yr old, whilst at the doctor, pointed to a framed photo the doc had of himself with a giant fish on a fishing expedition. Her 3yr old, clear as day, said <i><b>"Fuck me mum, look at that big fishy"!</b></i><br />
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MORTIFICATION!!!<br />
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Hahahahahahha! Out of the mouth of babes.....Mama Lhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04548218452511487685noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3788391137966924780.post-54938306328347105172011-06-07T11:25:00.000+02:002011-06-07T11:25:42.253+02:00The Jesus SyndromeLook at that, Papadada has a disciple....<br />
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Foot washing is back in, people.<br />
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I must say, it was my turn last night, and it makes for the most relaxing end-of-day treatment.<br />
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Cheers to that, Sticky Baby!Mama Lhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04548218452511487685noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3788391137966924780.post-8388376891267829132011-05-25T23:50:00.000+02:002011-05-25T23:50:06.111+02:00Chuckle<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qBOCuQe-XhY/Tdw7Zu2AOfI/AAAAAAAABCo/eHeEKr_4Pwo/s1600/boobpit.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qBOCuQe-XhY/Tdw7Zu2AOfI/AAAAAAAABCo/eHeEKr_4Pwo/s640/boobpit.png" width="636" /></a></div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">Brilliant, no?</div><div style="text-align: center;">Now press PRINT on your tool bar and take this down to <i>Centre Management</i> at your local mall.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Do it.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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My desirables of the moment - RUGS. Geometric, bold, animal print, herringbone.<br />
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Give ‘em to me!<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Unfortunately for area-rug-obsessed little me, all of these beauties are nowhere to be found in Oz, but for those of you o’seas, you can score one at <a href="http://www.overstock.com/">www.overstock.com</a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The hunt continues....but this is for shiz what I am looking for!</div>Mama Lhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04548218452511487685noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3788391137966924780.post-31744775807481922302011-05-22T12:12:00.000+02:002011-05-22T12:12:44.436+02:00Sticky Piccie<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iH7tunBnnNI/TdjhRhxowRI/AAAAAAAABB4/UJqxEAdE4uc/s1600/hello.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iH7tunBnnNI/TdjhRhxowRI/AAAAAAAABB4/UJqxEAdE4uc/s400/hello.jpg" width="298" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Hey there, Gollywog, you wanna eat with me?</div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I said EAT, God damn it!</div>Mama Lhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04548218452511487685noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3788391137966924780.post-28623466338062622792011-05-19T23:25:00.000+02:002011-05-19T23:25:52.632+02:00Brilliance by Dooce<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;">The mother of all bloggers, Heather B. Armstrong, from the acclaimed <a href="http://www.dooce.com/">Dooce</a>, has such a way with words...</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"><i><b>"Did you know that "certainty" and anything remotely similar in meaning is the Universe's cue to screw with parents?"</b></i></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;">I heart her brain.</span></span>Mama Lhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04548218452511487685noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3788391137966924780.post-76166480008006348202011-05-19T03:33:00.000+02:002011-05-19T03:33:07.645+02:00In love with....The last of my 3-part luuurrve series.<br />
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The following items are making me swoon in a big way this week...<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"> Cross-body leather satchels.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I have one, and people are asking me if it’s in fact my conjoined twin.</div><div style="text-align: center;">’Nuff said.</div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Shabby chic white dining tables with timber tops.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Papadada has promised me a DIY replica.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Yeeps.</div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">Eye chart art.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Custom-made is the go.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Imagine the possibilities....</div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">Painted furniture.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I have about 3 thrift store finds littering our back deck.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Can’t wait to smack them with paint brushes. Yipee!</div><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Poffertjes. Duch mini pancakes.</div><div style="text-align: center;">They’ve been staring me down at the local cafe.</div><div style="text-align: center;">It must be done. And SOON!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">Well my pretties, I hope you enjoyed the things I am loving on at the moment. It sure helped to lift my spirits!</div>Mama Lhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04548218452511487685noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3788391137966924780.post-52159400139399961602011-05-17T22:54:00.000+02:002011-05-17T22:54:30.984+02:00In love with....And the love-fest continues, peeps.<br />
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Today, I pay homage to these smile-inducing thingy-majiggies:<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Carrera Sunglasses. I want a pair so bad. </div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">Old, vintage suitcases, stacked, for decorative purposes. Kitch. Love.</div><div style="text-align: center;">(good storage solution too!)</div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">Vietnamese Spring Rolls. </div><div style="text-align: center;">So. darn. more-ish</div><div style="text-align: center;">These + glass(es) of white wine = best Friday night meal EVER</div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Chalk boards. In frames. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I want one in every room of the house.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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In lieu of dark, broody, ‘poor me’ sentences, my posts for the remainder of this week are going to be full to the brim with positivity and things I LOVE!<br />
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Pictures a worth a thousand words, and Lord knows I can’t string more than four 1-syllable words together at the moment, so here goes...<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I love Acupuncture.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I have been going twice weekly for 2 weeks now, and finally, sleep and I are back to being BFFs.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Rachel, my natural therapist, can stab me anytime she likes.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3uv6tgQ-e60/TdGw7Ru9n3I/AAAAAAAABAg/JECEbjamnJI/s1600/bottega-veneta-flat-leather-boots.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3uv6tgQ-e60/TdGw7Ru9n3I/AAAAAAAABAg/JECEbjamnJI/s320/bottega-veneta-flat-leather-boots.jpg" width="212" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I love flat leather riding boots.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Comfortable, stylish, chic, wintry.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-skyjX4bJdxk/TdGw-GjPCyI/AAAAAAAABAk/j9UmQ36plqE/s1600/foam_ear_plugs.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-skyjX4bJdxk/TdGw-GjPCyI/AAAAAAAABAk/j9UmQ36plqE/s200/foam_ear_plugs.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I love earplugs.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Along with the acupuncture, they’re helping me sleep. And really,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">what’s not to love about anything this yellow and squishy? </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I love slow cookers.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">They are making my weekly ‘menu planning’ a breeze.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Healthy, easy, hearty, delicious.</div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I love soy lattes.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Now that I am working 2 days a week, I am indulging in one of these either before or after work. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Peace and quiet, me and my latte. Nutty, milky goodness.</div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I love IKEA DIY projects. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">That cool kids book shelf? IKEA spice racks, $2.49 each!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">GENIUS, no?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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Desolate beach walk - check<br />
Chillin’ with Papadada - check<br />
Man-hug with Papadada - check<br />
Cherry-tomato scoffing with a side of sand - check<br />
Mama behind the lens - check<br />
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PerfectionMama Lhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04548218452511487685noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3788391137966924780.post-33353756041328298982011-05-02T06:04:00.000+02:002011-05-02T06:04:40.733+02:00Sticky PiccieIt’s been a while since you last saw him....<br />
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Ladies and Gentlemen, I present to you, HAT, PJS and GUMBOOTS!!!!<br />
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He’s heavily into ‘dressing up’ these days. Mostly accessorising with various hats and shoes. Yesterday? It was my straw fedora and tan wedges. Needless to say, Papadada was MOR-TI-FIED....Mama Lhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04548218452511487685noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3788391137966924780.post-3231449820310953022011-04-29T06:14:00.000+02:002011-04-29T06:14:57.661+02:00Royal Wedding Fever!Top of the morning to you!<br />
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I’m back, I’m back! Can’t believe I’ve abandoned you all for close to 1 month. My worst effort yet, I must say.<br />
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This is just a short post, as I’m too afraid I’ll give my fingers keyboard culture shock...<br />
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Guys, the wedding of the century is on tonight!! WOOHOO!!<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IWY2mlFOjZ8/Tbo48cQa_iI/AAAAAAAABAA/ElaHfDzWC2k/s1600/katewill-199x300.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IWY2mlFOjZ8/Tbo48cQa_iI/AAAAAAAABAA/ElaHfDzWC2k/s400/katewill-199x300.jpg" width="265" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Is it wrong to kinda wanna be sandwiched between the two of them?</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Seriously, I didn’t think I’d get into it at all, but the media frenzy has well and truly sucked me right in. And look, I’ve always been a fool for romance and pre-wedding jitters. What’s not to love! I’m all over these nuptials like a fat kid on a cupcake!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">And I’m loving how excited everyone is getting! I heard that a friend of a friend is throwing a ‘royal wedding party’ at her place, and everyone invited has to wear their veil or tiara from their own wedding. SUPERB! Sign me up!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Others will be glued to the tele, sipping British cocktails such as Pimms and Lemonade and chowing down on scones with clotted cream and jam. YESSSSSSS!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">As for me? I’ll be at the footy. Yes, the footy. Papadada is playing, so I wouldn’t miss it for the world. Thank God for my iPhone, is all I’m saying. I’ll be downloading up to the minute play-by-plays from Westminster Abbey.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Cheeeeers m’dears!</div>Mama Lhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04548218452511487685noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3788391137966924780.post-79415781281940669802011-04-07T18:45:00.001+02:002011-04-07T18:45:00.733+02:00Guess hue?A bit of a teaser for y'all before the weekend. The latest <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">(I mean the first)</span> DIY project I have embarked on.<br />
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Re-vamping Sticky Baby's cot.<br />
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We bought this grand ol' dame from a pre-loved baby store. Beautiful, top quality timber. Big and roomy for our boy. I had visions of painting it the minute I laid eyes on it.<br />
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This is her before:<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Now I know you're gagging for a good after-shot, and even though she's finished and GORGEOUS, I don't want to post a piccie until Sticky Baby's entire room is ready to be paparazzi-snapped. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">So instead, here is a sneak peak at the colours I picked. Don't be alarmed...I know they're out there...</div><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">It took me all of 10 minutes to choose these hues. I find that I work best on gut instinct and impulse decisions. The creative juices were perfectly aligned whilst at the paint shop. Yessssssss.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">What do you guys think?!?!</div>Mama Lhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04548218452511487685noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3788391137966924780.post-75167850009716710082011-04-06T11:17:00.000+02:002011-04-06T11:17:08.500+02:00How to eat jelly beans according to Sticky Baby<b>Step 1</b>: Act like you have a splinter in your right foot.<br />
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<b>Step 2</b>: Scream bloody murder, forcing your mother to run to the pharmacy like a deranged banshee on amphetamines, to buy tweezers, Betadine and.....Jelly beans <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">(cha-ching! that's what I'm talkin' about. I've got the old girl hook, line and sinker!)</span><br />
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<b>Step 3</b>: Get both parents to check, re-check, and triple check allegedly affected foot.<br />
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<b>Step 4</b>: Continue to scream bloody murder until your mother pulls out the jelly bean bribes from her purse. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">(come to papa!) </span><br />
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<b>Step 5</b>: Sit on the kitchen sink, shirtless, for added dramatic effect.<br />
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<b>Step 6</b>: Put 3 jelly beans in your mouth at once.<br />
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<b>Step 7</b>: Suck the sugary, coloured goodness off each bean. Excessive drool is a bonus. Again, for effect.<br />
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<b>Step 8</b>: Spit out the faded beans in your mother's hand. They're no good to you now. You're all about the food colouring and it's nutritional qualities.<br />
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<b>Step 9</b>: Make your mother take a photograph of the sticky, colourless jelly beans littering her paw, as she shakes her head in disbelief....<br />
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<b>Step 10</b>: Jump off the kitchen sink, land on both feet, and run like an agile lemur around the backyard 3 times. Just to rub it in. Splinter? What splinter?<br />
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THE END.Mama Lhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04548218452511487685noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3788391137966924780.post-46127501112962483062011-04-04T13:07:00.000+02:002011-04-04T13:07:46.549+02:00I've never been so happy to see a fridge in my life...Yeah, I know, such a lamo statement. But jay-zus, it's true!<br />
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This weekend was truly momentous. We finally moved into our new home!!!!<br />
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4 long months in the making, living out of suitcases, duffel bags, backpacks and Woolworths green bags, like crazy travelling gypsies, crashing at family members' houses, impinging on their lives, leaving behind us a trail of nappy wipes, footy boots and OPI nail polish <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">( seriously, I love that stuff).</span><br />
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OVER! OVER FOR GOOD!<br />
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With every box that was unpacked, I felt a weight being lifted from my shoulders. Therapeutic. Joygasmic. That big-ass Samsonite suitcase? I kicked it's ass at approximately 4pm on Sunday. Gonzo. Ciao, Ciao, see ya later.<br />
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Papadada and I were blessed to have an elite team of movers on hand to help. My parents, my sister and her hubster, my grand parents, and my in-laws. All had different duties, ranging from heavy lifting to Sticky Baby wrangling.<br />
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My mother truly missed her calling in life and should be named Australia's leading Professional Organiser. The woman is a machine. With every movement, with every swift Stanley-knife manoeuvre, with every flourish of her Spray & Wipe bottle, my life felt a little more settled, a little more....<i>exhale</i>. Thank you mum. Our closets never looked so Martha Stewart-esque. Our kitchen looks like something out of a glossy magazine.<br />
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Friday night, we kicked off the working bee with a paint-off in Sticky Baby's future bedroom. The previous owners had it painted a vibrant fuchsia pink. Yeah...not gonna work....So, the sis, the bro-in-law, Papadada and I put paint brush to paint pot and did an award-winning paint job. Looks killer. But this is what it looked life before..<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QntJT8_ocqY/TZmkwSwMRpI/AAAAAAAAA_k/qr5LVgRHxNM/s1600/gray.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="239" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QntJT8_ocqY/TZmkwSwMRpI/AAAAAAAAA_k/qr5LVgRHxNM/s320/gray.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">My brother in law demonstrating that men, no matter how seemingly mature, </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">will ALWAYS find</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> drawing boobies hilarious.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;">I know you're going to hate me for not posting an 'after photo', but I promise, it's on it's way!</div><br />
And can I just say that this whole moving in experience was also like a giant shopping spree bonanza. You see, after we were married, we had to box all of our beautiful gifts and put them in storage, seeing we were still living in France and had no desire to spend a year's wages on international shipping. So the better part of Saturday morning was spent squealing with rapture as I peeled away delicate tissue paper to reveal the most exquisite <i>Villeroy and Boch </i>platters and dishes. Uh-huh. I know. Not only that, but towel after towel of gorgeous <i>Sheridan</i> goodness, sheet sets with enough thread count to make the Egyptians cringe, and glass wear that made Sticky Baby run for the hills when he saw the look of '<i>you better never touch these</i>' on my face. Designer toasters and <i>Jamie Oliver</i> crock pots amid french silver ware and Tupperware. Yep, oodles and oodles of good stuff for the casa. JOY!<br />
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Please forgive me for being a little MIA on the ol' blog lately. Again. But now you know why. And I promise there will be pictorials to make you go ooh and aah as soon as we have Internet hooked up in the new digs.<br />
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Now if you'll excuse me, I'm off to roll around in discarded bubble wrap and collapsed cardboard moving boxes. Yeeeeeeeewwwww!Mama Lhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04548218452511487685noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3788391137966924780.post-70593163535137347442011-03-31T23:51:00.000+02:002011-03-31T23:51:53.943+02:00April Fools!Sticky Baby pulled off a successful April Fools joke this morning.<br />
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He came up to me, said, <i>"Mama, caca"</i> (poo in french), to which I responded, <i>"Ok, let's change you then"</i>. Once he was well and truly in spread-eagle pose on the change table, I unfolded the offending nappy, only to reveal - gasp - NO POO AT ALL!<br />
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Good one, Sticky Baby, good one. You got me.Mama Lhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04548218452511487685noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3788391137966924780.post-58770600016444818112011-03-29T06:53:00.002+02:002011-03-29T06:59:54.447+02:00First day on campusToday was Sticky Baby's first day at day care.<br />
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All dressed up in his practical cotton shorts and lightning bold t-shirt, I snapped this shot of him before hopping in the car. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">(Please excuse the nappy-wearing primate in the background. His name is 'puppy'. Yep, puppy. Sticky Baby says so.)</span><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Look, I'll be honest, there was a fair bit of kicking and screaming and gut-wrenching sobbing, I have to say. But then Sticky Baby turned to face me and said, "Pull yourself together mum and get with the program, you're not doing much for my playground cred here"..</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">No seriously, the much anticipated 'drop-off' went rather smoothly. There was about 1 minute of crying as I left, but by the time I was settled in the car, Sticky Baby had dried his tears and was in Miss Cassie's lap in the sand pit. Loyal to a fault, my child. Humph.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">My bottom lip did quiver a tad, as I walked down the child-friendly ramp to the car park. It's a big day for our family. The start of a new adventure, the mark of a blossoming independence that every parent wants for their child.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Papadada picked him up at 11:30, just as the Sticky one was finishing his lunch out on the wooden deck with his little pals. Ok, so Papadada kinda forgot to bring home Sticky Baby's water bottle + shoes + sheets. But hey, it's his first day as a day care dad too, so I'm letting it slide just this once...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Tomorrow, we go back for day #2, while I tackle a half day at my new job. Yeeeeeew! Exciting!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">As promised, a close up of Sticky Baby's new school bag that rocks the big one:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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