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Category: Laugh out loud

  • I’m grateful for tissues

    I’m grateful for tissues

    Starting school
    Ella is relieved to know they will have tissues at “big school''

    This week I’m grateful for:

    • Tissues. Since Princess Ella learnt she would be starting pre-kindy later this year, she’s been obsessed with asking if they’ll have tissues. Despite reassuring her that, yes, the school has tissues, she would reignite the conversation every couple of weeks. Finally, on Tuesday, we had our interview with the principal and she got to sit and chat with the teacher. After leaving her in the room with the teacher while we toured the school, we returned to find her with a tissue in her hand. The teacher responded with: “She said she was a bit snuffly and needed a tissue.’’
    • Publicity. My Working with PR post got picked up by PRNewswire this week. Sorry, just had to share.
    • A healthy future. We don’t often listen to the radio, but coming home from childcare the other night we caught the song Marry You by Bruno Mars. Ella piped up with: “I’m going to marry Jack (not his real name).’’ Surprised, at her choice in childcare friends, I asked her if they would be living together. “Yes,’’ she said, cheerfully. “And who will do the cooking?’’ I asked. “Me’’, she said. “And what will you cook?’’ “Soup and vegetables,’’ was her response. Well, at least they’ll be eating healthy.

    I’m joining with  Maxabella Loves to share what I’m grateful for.

  • FEATURE: I’m grateful for chocolate (who isn’t!)

    FEATURE: I’m grateful for chocolate (who isn’t!)

    This week I’m grateful for:

    • Nanny O’Brien giving Princess Ella a chocolate Easter Bunny (only nans could still have Easter chocolate left). Although, I must admit I held grave fears for the life of that bunny while Ella was at child care earlier this week.
    • To TLP readers not laughing too hard over “that photo’’. Although, I really think some of you were being rather too kind in
      your comments!
    • Little girls who make me laugh when I’m unwell (dreaded cold). As Ella went to bed last night she announced to all that her bedroom door would need to be shut because: “I’m going to be snoring very loudly. I don’t want to wake anyone’’. Ah, right.

    I’m joining with Maxabella Loves to share what I’m grateful for.

  • FEATURE: A bear with a sore head ready for bed

    FEATURE: A bear with a sore head ready for bed

    IT’S 8.22pm, my nose is red and running, my head is pounding, I have sneezed eight times in a row and bed is beckoning. I know that, for certain. However, I also know I’m addicted to blogging and just can’t help but write SOMETHING. So, here are some other things I know.

    • I know mothers don’t get sick leave. Why didn’t someone tell me this earlier? I may have applied for a different job.
    • I know there may be a few crocodile tears this morning when three-year-old Ella realises she won’t be able to go to dancing because mum needs to be close to a large supply of tissues.
    • I know she will then turn around an hour later and say: “it’s OK Mum, I’ll look after you’’ (ever the helper).
    • I know being a milk tanker to my girls has been one of the great joys of motherhood, because it’s allowed me to bond with them in a whole different way to which their dad does.
    • I know being a milk tanker to my girls has been one of the great pains in the bottom when you’re sick and pining for drugs to ease your pain. Aarrggghhh!
    • I know Baby Holly is likely to wake in about two hours, because she’s also sick and will want comfort (ie. a boobie juice).
    • I know much of this post will probably not make sense, which brings me to my final point…
    • I know it’s time now for bed. Night! xx

    I’m linking up with Where’s My Glow? as part of FlogYoBlog Friday and Shae from Yay For Home as part of Things I Know.

    FYBF

  • FEATURE: Pooh, is that you, Mum?

    FEATURE: Pooh, is that you, Mum?

    *sniff sniff* What's that I can smell?

    DURING our holiday to Melbourne recently, I had cause to question whether I was living up to my primary school nickname of Smelly Kellie. Cow manure happens when you live on a farm. More correctly, I questioned whether I smelt of baby BO. Baby BO is more than just your typical smelly sock stink. More than just that musty armpit perfume. And definitely more than stinky undies smell. But let’s not go there.

    You see, my youngest childless brother was enjoying kisses and cuddles with his new niece – Baby Holly . That was, until she spewed on him. For the rest of the day, all I heard was his constant complaints of how he stunk. Did he? Because if he stunk then, I must be downright putrid. Look out, here comes Pepe Le Pew – just minus the charm. And here I was thinking it was quite pleasant. Kind of like Johnson’s Baby Powder, complete with the white mess.

    I did a quick check: were there any flies hanging around? I debated whether I needed to buy one of those hats with the corkscrews hanging off the brim. The worry was I often wore my breastfeeding singlets three days in a row without a thought that I might reek of sour milk. Mind you, Baby Holly seems rather comforted by my armpit odour as she nosedives for another feed.

    Since that holiday I’ve begun changing my clothes more regularly. The downside has been the amount of washing piling up. I also can no longer make it to the front of the cue in the deli section of the supermarket as everyone stands back and makes way for me. However, there have been positives. Strangely, my clothes no longer peel off my skin like sticky tape to paper. People in the streets have begun to smile at me again. I feel … shiny. Could it really be all from getting rid of my baby BO?

    Have you ever had to deal with a smelly situation – your own or someone else’s?

  • FEATURE: I’m grateful for sanitary pads

    FEATURE: I’m grateful for sanitary pads

    Baby Holly: “Da-Da DAAADDDD.''

    This week I’m grateful for:

    • Dora the Explorer toothpaste. When I ran out of toothpaste this week, I was ever so grateful to look into the cupboard and see Dora flashing her pearly whites back at me. Ahh, fresh, bubble gum breath.
    • The first week of The Bloke in The Shed’s new job as Editor of The Advocate Newspaper now behind him. It’s been a tough one for him and two little girls who didn’t get to have their dinner with him each night. That’s not to say there won’t be more weeks like this, but it’s nice to have this one out of the way.
    • A sanitary pad in the middle of my copy of Madison magazine. Ella spilt her water all over the dining room table – including my copy of Madison – during dinner the other night. I hadn’t even had a chance to read it. However, when I picked it up, I noticed only the back half (the side facing down) was drenched. The front half had been saved by the sanitary pad. At least it was put to good use.

    I’m joining with  Maxabella Loves to share what I’m grateful for.

     

  • FEATURE: I’m grateful for my daughter

    FEATURE: I’m grateful for my daughter

    This week I’m grateful for:

    • For my three-year-old daughter allowing me to see what I’ve become this week under the effects of a cold and sleep deprivation. Jiggling her “baby’’ on her hip this afternoon, she remarked how her bub was very tired. “You woke her up. I’m very annoyed with you. She’s going to be very tired now. OK? You were very naughty.’’ She then produced a rather over-the-top frown, with furrowed brow. Oh dear. I need to relax.
    • Again, for Ella, realising my misery this week, allowed me a 20-minute nap one afternoon. Well, after poking me in the head 15 times and then shouting “Wake up, Jeff’’. But there was 20 minutes uninterrupted sleep, none-the-less.
    • A pain in the chest (most likely indigestion) being the catalyst for me teaching Ella what to do in an emergency. There were some rather humorous moments (of course), but you’ll have to wait ‘til Tuesday for the full story.

    I’m joining with  Maxabella Loves to share what I’m grateful for.