Monday, 31 October 2011


Here's how Halloween played out at our house this evening ...

Scary hairdresser

My hairdresser is a bodybuilder. Do you know how intimidating that is? Not only do I have to deal with the normal scary "going to the hairdresser" stuff (leaving with an 80's Banarama-esque hairstyle; dealing with loads of glamorous women; having to stare at myself in the mirror for hours on end). I also have to pretend that I'm at least half as healthy as the Intimidating Bodybuilder Hairdresser. Here's a summary of our conversation ...
  • IBH works out 5 times a week for 2 hours at a time. I work out once a month for around 30 minutes (and that's a pretty good month).
  • IBH goes on 5 hour mountain biking sessions. It takes me at least 5 hours to get through the mountain of laundry each week. 
  • IBH eats 6 small meals a day to keep up her energy because she has so much muscle mass to keep going. I eat 6 meals a day because I need food energy to stay awake. (hmmm... maybe I'm not doing so badly!)
  • IBH only eats organic, doesn't eat chocolate or ice-cream or any food that she hasn't freshly prepared herself. I had to hide my muffin that I'd brought along as a snack.
  • IBH has an amazing body. I have a muffin top, saggy boobs, a ginormous bum and flabby everything. 
On the up side though, IBH is really nice, looks around 30 though she's actually 48 and she gave me a kick-ass haircut to take home with me..... where I ate my muffin in guiltless peace.

Thursday, 27 October 2011

Lights Out

This morning we had a power outage.  At 5.50am.  It doesn't get light until 7ish.

So what?

Well, we also have a toddler.

I brought K into our bed since it was freezing, and to begin with it was lovely.  We snuggled down under the covers and stayed warm.

But then, Ta Da, it was time to get up.  I don't know if all kids are like this, but K doesn't seem to gradually wake up in the mornings, it's more of a quick BANG and he's up and rearing to go.  It was the same this morning.  He sat up, started waving his arms around like a helicopter, bounced around on his bum a few times and then tried to launch himself off the bed head first.

Since it was pitch black (and still technically night-time ... grrrr...  ) I put on a torch so he could see his way to walk around Jazzy.  Big mistake.  K saw the vacuum cleaner (which he's besotted with) and promptly started vacuuming the floor, the air and then the walls.  Much as I like to foster this love of cleaning (which hopefully stays around until he's a teenager), he nearly vacuumed a mirror right off the wall, so it was time to get up.  *sigh*

It was worth getting up though.  I think it was probably K's best morning ever!  We had candles, which he's never seen before and was immediately fascinated by; a fire which he has seen before, but love, love, loves AND a camp-like breakfast with lots and lots of puffed wheat (<-- favourite food of the week).

I didn't realise that power outages could be so much fun.

Next time I'd like to stay in bed though.

Wednesday, 26 October 2011

Why I like Autumn (that's "Fall" to all you North American-ers)

I love this time of year. Not because I particularly like autumn (though the colours are lovely), or the prospect of snow (eeek), or even because Christmas is getting closer (double eek). No, I like this time of year because in the evening when we take jazzy for a walk, it's getting dark. Not "draw the curtains" dark, but just a nice "turn the light on" dark. Perfect for my favourite pastime - room voyeurisming (yeh, yeh, I know it's not a word).

I love looking into other people's houses and seeing how they live.  I love to see what their furniture looks like, whether they have pictures on the wall (and if so, are they hideous or steal-worthy), how they've positioned their chairs/couch in relation to the TV, how big IS the TV ....  You get the idea!

If I had more time I'd go to open houses every Sunday and be oh so happy to snoop around other peoples homes.

Yours truly
Nosy and proud

Monday, 24 October 2011

Firsts ...

A few days ago I was changing K's nappy (which can sometimes be a mammoth feat of patience and octopus-like acrobatics) and he was surprisingly good, and quiet, and still.

When I finished I kissed one of his feet.

He giggled and said "Kiss my foot".

:)  His first sentence.

Friday, 21 October 2011

Today I took K to the doctors office (he's fine, I was just being paranoid and imagining ear infections, leading to hearing loss, which would result in him being kept back in Grade 1 etc. etc).

We had a long wait and while waiting a very very very large man sat down on a chair/chairs just next to us and started to tap his feet.  K tapped his feet.  Very large man then folded his arms across his chest.  So did K!   Very large man then looked grumpy.  K looked like a little imp!

Bwahahaha - we're in trouble.