Thursday, June 30, 2011

FlogYoBlog Friday: The Things I Know Edition

Welcome Floggers, and welcome Things I Know-ers (is too a word, I saw it on Letters and Numbers). 

I’m linking this up to Yay For Home’s Things I Know linky, you should totally join in and tell everyone what you know. 

Soooo, without further ado, here are the things I know: 

- Organizing accommodation for four bloggers is both daunting and exciting, especially when you have to fess up that you’re a snorer 

- Working out of three separate diaries, that you haven’t cross referenced, will land you triple booked on the one day of the month you decide to go out 

- When Blogger goes down I feel like someone has tied my arms behind my back and put gaffa tape over my mouth: I neeeeeeed my outlet 

- Turning up to a party and seeing a guy you sorta kinda had a thing with once is really awkward until you bite the bullet and say hello and then everything is cool (yet still totally freaky) 

So what do you know? Write it in a post and go join in the linky. You can come back here and Flog it or Flog an entirely separate post, whatever works for you. 

Ready? Go!
The Rules
(As stolen from Lori, thus making Baby Jesus cry... sorry)
  1. Follow Where's My Glow? 
  2. Bow down at the alter of Mummy Time; Blog-goddess, all round groovy gal and creator of FYBF
  3. Grab the FYBF button and post it on your sidebar or in the post you're linking up
  4. Link in your favourite/best post from the week (don't just put your homepage URL)
  5. Follow at least 1 linkyer/blogger (Be nice and spread the comment love)
  6. The list will be open for linkyers on Fridays (and for the foreigners Friday as well)
  7. A new and fresh linky list will open every Friday. And you will have to link up AGAIN. The previous link list does not carry over to the following week
  8. Because I live in Dullsville Perth the list will open around 7am AWST - I'm not getting up at 5am and the last time I scheduled a post it didn't work.


Blogger is giving me 400 and 413 errors. For some reason I put the script in this box and yet it comes out blank... so behold the awesome blank box! Bow down to it's greatness!
If you're desperate to get your hands on the bubbly button, grab it from last week's post here.

Schmaltzy Husband Lovin

Recently Map Guy and I had a romantic night together. It doesn’t happen often, so when it does, he goes to a lot of effort to make it special.

He cranked the romantic tunes on the stereo. So cliché, but hey, I like it.

One of my faves, Claire de Lune came on. For those of you playing along at home it’s played during the fountain scene of Ocean’s Eleven.

I leaned over and kissed Map Guy, saying “Is it bad that I’m thinking of Matt Damon while I’m kissing you?”

To which he replied, “It’s OK, I am too.”

And that right there, is why I love this man. He can make me laugh like no one else.

The ongoing joke of Map Guy’s ManCrush started when we saw this video of comedian Sarah Silverman singing to her comedian boyfriend, Jimmy Kimmel (be warned, the title of the video kinda gives away that you might not wanna have your kiddies in ear shot when you play this, there is quite a bit of swearing though the worst of it is bleeped) and it’s most definitely not safe for work:

Skip to 2:13 :)

Since that clip first came out, we’ve randomly thrown it in to our daily conversations, for example:

Me: “I need to go to the hairdresser on Saturday, what are you doing?”

Map Guy: “I’m fucking Matt Damon”


Map Guy: “Are you going to Mothers’ Group tomorrow?”

Me: “No, I’m too busy fucking Matt Damon”

Strange, I know. He is the chocolate sprinkles on my icecream; the bubbles in my bath tub; the hashtag in my tweet. 

Who’s your celebrity crush?

Check out Jimmy’s awesome video response with every single celebrity in the world in it - again, it’s “for mature audiences” which really means I shouldn’t have watched it because we all know I’m not mature. 

Wednesday, June 29, 2011

He Did What!? Wednesday - By The Mummy Autobiography

The Three P's - By The Mummy Autobiography

We have 2 kids in the colour household. Bluey was a tiny thing at birth, and was forever spitting up, it was inevitable and we always knew to keep a nice big towel handy where ever we went.

The 3 P's we called it. Pee, poop and puke. That's what babies were all about to us.

By the time Greenie came along Mr Black was an expert hand on babies. Greenie wasn't much different to his older sibling having read the 3 P's manual many a time in the womb it seemed.

Now the big rule with babies is you never rough them up or jostle them about within half an hour of a feed time. We used to push this up to an hour for our highly trained 3 P's babies. Many a time we have yelled out to my sister about being careful of P#3, puke. It was deeply ingrained in all who had a close relationship with our children.

One day while at the park with friends enjoying a picnic in the sunshine Mr Black being the ever attentive and helpful dad, as they all are in the company of others, offered to take Greenie after a feed. Chatting away i thought nothing of this and was grateful for the help so i could get started on my lunch (everyone else was finishing up eating, because as it always goes when you're a mother you're the last to eat).

I hear baby giggles to the side of me, which cause me to look up with a smile at my baby playing with his daddy so happily. Not a second later a monstrous burp comes from his tiny mouth and a stream of sticky white puke dribbles down from my babies mouth into his fathers who is holding him above his head in the air and making "Arrrghhh" noises.

We all laughed as Mr Black walked off dry retching and trying to get the baby puke out of his mouth.

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Miss Pink is an absolute fab Sydney based chick who blogs over at The Mummy Autobiography. All the cool people are in Sydney, I swear.

She writes about everything you can possibly think of; sometimes charming, sometimes funny, sometimes poignant, but always honest. She’s not afraid to tell it like it is, just see her post about the stereotyping of teen mums.

She’s a little bit crunchy with her breastfeeding, cloth nappying, baby wearing ways, which is one of the things we have in common. She also likes pretty things and craft which is one thing we don’t have in common. Never the less, she’s a cool chick.

You can stalk her a little bit harder on Twitter and Facebook.

Next week: Not Tonight Dear will make you JUMP, JUMP

Send your S/He Did What!? submission to
(You don't have to be a blogger, or even to ask first, just send it in!)

Tuesday, June 28, 2011

Super Nan

My Mother can get things done that other people can't.

She isn't rich or famous with an entourage that bows down to her every whim because they think just being near her makes them cool.

She doesn't have a high powered job and a team of yes men she threatens with sacking should they get her a flat white instead of a skinny flat white.

She's just a plain ol' secretary and a Nanna with a modest house in the Northern suburbs of Perth full of amazing second hand toys she's found at swapmeets (then disinfected to within an inch of their lives).

Yet time and time again, she gets things that others wouldn't. Why? Because she bloody well asks for them! Well that and the fact that she practically knows everyone in the state and is so friendly and helpful that people seem to go out of their way to help her back. So maybe Karma has something to do with it too?

A few months back she wrote to the local council saying the park one house down from hers would be a great location for a little playground for all the kids in the two streets that back on to it.

If we're honest she wasn't thinking of all the kids... she was just thinking it would be fun to take Tricky there.

And whaddya know, they wrote back saying it was a great idea!

So, here we have it; Tricky's Park.

Yay for parks!
This woman is seriously cool and is well deserving of the title Super Nan.

I've adopted her 'If you don't ask, you don't get' attitude, and it's served me well. As long as you're polite when you ask and don't crack the shits if someone turns around and says no, I think it's a great way to live.

Do you ask for stuff? Or do you wait for it to come to you? And more importantly, you wanna come play at the park with us?

Sunday, June 26, 2011

5 Minutes of Peace - Raggs Review & Giveaway

Why is it that whenever I need to go to the toilet, have a shower or take an important phone call, Tricky chooses that exact moment to cry?

Is there a baby sixth sense that realizes the most inconvenient time? We can have a whole day of happy playing and dancing and endless renditions of 'Head, Shoulders, Knees and Toes' but as soon as I have to do something important... waaaah.

It is an innate gift, I think, to be able to time it so perfectly. He will not make a peep when I go on Twitter, obviously realizing it's not important. Smart kid.

So I have been known to put on a DVD for Tricky when I know I'm getting a phone call or I need to have a shower and I've not managed to do it while he was asleep (see previous mention of Twitter). And I refuse to fall in to the "I'm a bad parent" guilt trip for doing it. There are worse things than a few minutes of TV.

I was sent a copy of "Raggs - Bow Wow Boogie" to test out it's captivating powers on a one year old.

Staring. Clapping. Dancing. Hanging off cabinet.
As far as kid's DVDs go, it ticks all the boxes: it's bright and colourful, teaches morals and tolerance, and encourages lots of singing and dancing with the Raggs Kids Club Band.

Tricky especially liked the live audience part where a bunch of kids get up to sing and dance along in the totally cute and uncoordinated way only a preschooler can pull off. He's rather obsessed with music, and it makes his muso parents very happy.

So the DVD got me my 5 minutes of peace... which is all I'm really looking for in a kid's DVD. Oops, there goes my Mother of the Year nomination.

If you want your own 5 minutes of peace (or 108 minutes if your kid can sit through the whole three episodes and extras) then you can win one right here.

To enter all you have to do is:
  • Follow Where's My Glow? 
  • Leave a comment telling me what you would do in your 5 minutes of peace
  • If you'd like to Tweet the giveaway for an extra entry, leave a separate comment with the link to your tweet
Now I'm going to put it on again, not because I'm busy but because I like watching Tricky's adorable bob up and down on the spot dance.

Entry is open to Australian and New Zealand residents. Entries close at 10pm AEST on Monday 4th July 2011 at which time a winner will be chosen using a random number generator. Make sure you sign in to the comment platform with a valid email address or leave your address as part of your comment so you can be contacted. Winner has one week to reply to notification, failing that, the prize will be redrawn. The prize is provided by The Fusion Agency and is not transferable. 

Aussie Giveaway Linky
Hosted by Three Lil Princesses and Tina Gray {dot} Me

Friday, June 24, 2011

FlogYoBlog Friday - The Red Nose Edition

Howdy Floggers, and happy Red Nose Day!

Show your support for SIDS and KIDS by heading over to Red Nose Me (or download the App - which is what iDid) to create your own silly photo and you too can look like this:

For each photo submitted, Renault will donate $1.

Or you can go out and buy some merchandise and look like this:
My crazy family wearing Vivienne Westwood Red Nose Day shirts from the UK

If you need a little reminder about the real impact of SIDS, and exactly what all the money will go towards, check out this brilliant but haunting post by Ah, the Possibilities.

So today, after you've Flogged, be silly for a good cause.

The Rules
(As stolen from Lori, thus making Baby Jesus cry... sorry)
  1. Follow Where's My Glow? 
  2. Bow down at the alter of Mummy Time; Blog-goddess, all round groovy gal and creator of FYBF
  3. Grab the FYBF button and post it on your sidebar or in the post you're linking up
  4. Link in your favourite/best post from the week (don't just put your homepage URL)
  5. Follow at least 1 linkyer/blogger (Be nice and spread the comment love)
  6. The list will be open for linkyers on Fridays (and for the foreigners Friday as well)
  7. A new and fresh linky list will open every Friday. And you will have to link up AGAIN. The previous link list does not carry over to the following week
  8. Because I live in Dullsville Perth the list will open around 7am AWST - I'm not getting up at 5am and the last time I scheduled a post it didn't work.

Thursday, June 23, 2011

Blogopolis or Bust

Soooo do you remember when I pulled out this little sign?

You don't? Well I did. And then I nearly fell over because the CEO of an awesome company actually saw it and I became her 'sponsorette'!

So, based on the premise of "ask and ye shall receive", here we go again, but this time, with a bigger sign:
Picture me holding it while standing by the side of the highway wearing Daisy Dukes. 

What can I offer a sponsor? Well, other than making awesome signs on cardboard, a lot.

For sponsoring me to attend Blogopolis you will receive:
  • My first born child, gift wrapped*
  • A night with me**
Sounds ace, right? I suppose I could throw in side bar advertising, lovely welcome posts, even the opportunity to kit me out in your logo.  I could even mention SEO which I'm pretty sure stands for Sensational Enchilada Opportunity, so I'm not really sure why you'd want that, but hey, who am I to judge?

I've already managed to get partial sponsorship, which means one company thinks I'm worth it. So you won't be the first person to rock up to the party, feeling awkward and wondering if it's too early to open the wine yet (for clarity, it's never too early to open the wine).

So if you're a company, even a teeny tiny start up WAHM one, and you want to open your business up to some fab social media marketing, then get in touch. I'm pretty cheap, just ask Map Guy.

*Will be a picture of said child, gift wrapped lovingly. I'm really good at wrapping so this sorta counts as two perks
**You can take me out to dinner; I like my steak medium-well and I'm fond of Toblerone cocktails. If you give me enough of them I become really funny. Well, I think so. You can drive me home after dinner and I'll even flick the porch light on and off to say goodbye, a tradition reserved for family and close friends - you should feel honoured

    Wednesday, June 22, 2011

    He Did What!? Wednesday - By Fox in the City

    Cold Ankles? - By Fox in the City

    Apparently my son is a wee bit of an exhibitionist or a nudist in a diaper . . . but I guess then he really isn’t nude so he can’t really be a nudist.

    Just the other day I arrived at my kid’s daycare to pick them up and head home after a hard day avoiding doing actual work while at work.  I headed straight into Little Miss’s room where I was greeted with a giant smile, a hug and the news that she had yet another “awesome” day.  Ah, those are sweetest words a working mom, who at times feels a teeny bit guilty, can hear from those I pay to care for my kid. 

    So, we gathered up the plethora of artwork created by Little Miss and headed over to collect Buddy from his room.  When we arrived at the toddler room Buddy did not run over to greet us as he normally does.   

    Why you ask?  Was there something wrong?  Was he feeling okay?

    Well, I suspect that he didn’t run right over to say hi because his shorts were down around his ankles.   

    Buddy is a rather typical 1.5 year old . . . he would rather be running around in all his glory than wearing clothes but this was the first time that I had encountered him actually removing his clothing . . . and doing so at school.

    According to his teachers, he actually spent much of the day pulling his shorts down around his ankles and walking around like that.  Why you ask?  I have no idea.  Apparently he didn’t even try to remove them from his ankles, just didn’t want them covering his most private of private areas.

    So I am left wondering if this was just a one off and I will not be greeted by the sight of my son with his pants around his ankles again . . . at least not until he is a teenager or  if it will now be a regular habit.  
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    He Did What!? has gone international again because Jenn, the fabulous Foxy Lady behind Fox in the City, is Canadian, ey! She's also the first to dob in her son... I'm pretty sure I won't be far behind!

    She's a mum of two rather adorable and photogenic children (one of which is cacking herself laughing to the right) and the wife of Brad. I'm sure they got lots of Brad Pitt and Jennifer Aniston jokes before, so let's not get in to that.

    She loves history, works as a museum archivist and she's a clever cookie with degrees up the wazoo and a PhD firmly set in her sites.

    She describes her blog, and her life, as a work in progress. Stalk her on Twitter here, she's always fun to talk to.

    Next Week: Miss Pink dishes the dirt on Mr Black

    Send your S/He Did What!? submission to
    (You don't have to be a blogger, or even to ask first, just send it in!)

    Tuesday, June 21, 2011

    Slipping Through The Cracks

    Yesterday was one of those days. You know the ones. Everything goes wrong.

    By 10am I'd already broken a mug, stepped on Lego and lost the remote control amongst a sea of toys.

    By 12pm I'd missed an important phone call, slipped in the shower, burned Tricky's lunch, thrown it out and burned the second lot too.

    At 2pm we headed to the doctors for Tricky's one year immunizations.

    Why do doctors surgeries insist on packing patients in to ten minute slots then spending half an hour with each person? Keeping a toddler amused for an hour in a place with no toys and three torn books is a particularly sadistic form of torture.

    So we finally get in there to see the amazing doctor, Dr B, who first picked up Tricky's sagittal craniosynostosis. It was like a little reunion of sorts with lots of head feeling and progress updates. All good.

    I decided to get the whooping cough booster for myself so the doctor flicked over to my file on the computer and a big alert popped up on the screen.

    "Abnormal Pap Test Result 2009"

    My breathe caught in my throat and my heart started racing. Or maybe it stopped, I'm not sure.

    2009? TWO YEARS AGO? How come I'm only being told now?

    The doctor searched through the entries on the computer, showing them all to me. And there it was. Abnormal result.

    In early 2009 I was seeing one doctor, Dr H, weekly for allergy desensitization injections. Under one of those visits he has typed "discussed abnormal pap result".

    Ahh, no. That was never discussed. I'm pretty bloody sure I would have remembered someone saying that. I mean, wouldn't you?

    I've also been back since then for two pregnancies - one of which resulted in Tricky, a flu shot, to get my stitches checked after Tricks was born and when I had gastro. NOTHING was ever mentioned. Not once.

    So here I am, a mere three months away from getting that lovely letter that says it's time for a Pap smear, to be told the last one, TWO WHOLE FUCKING YEARS AGO, was abnormal.

    How does that happen? How can these things slip through the cracks?

    I'm not panicking, well, not properly. I'm pretty sure I had an extra Pap Test when I had my first Obstetrician appointment and I'm going to assume that since I saw him so often during my pregnancy that he would have mentioned something. He would have... wouldn't he?

    But there is that corner of my mind that is whispering dark thoughts to me when it's quiet. It's the same part that jumps to conclusions; the same part that thinks maybe the OB assumed I'd already been told; the same part that thinks I'm a shit magnet when it comes to incompetent doctors.

    Monday, June 20, 2011

    Parking Rage: Why I Don't Use My ACROD Permit

    There was an article on The Punch this week entitled 'What bastard would park in a disabled space?' that featured two stories from people with permits. The article made me sad, but it didn't surprise me, because I have experienced almost identical incidents.

    But the comments? Well, let's just say the level of ignorance never ceases to amaze me. Ill-informed yet ready to sprout their 'wisdom' for all to see:

    "People who have a gammy leg and go to their doctor and get a letter that the RTA then issues a Disabled parking permit on the basis of that letter. Because I ask all ypou (sic) punchers this. How many people do you see with a disabled pass get out of a car and use and aid for mobility. Ie wheelechair etc etc. The how many actually look like they have a limp or such when they walk.  I would reckon the answer would be close to one in every 15 vehicles."

    I've spoken before about my chronic pain disorder and the fact that I have an ACROD permit (point #6) that lets me park in disabled bays.

    I very rarely use it. And not because I'm not in pain.

    I don't look disabled. My illness is invisible and because of this, "well meaning people" have blocked my car in, accused me of theft (of the permit), called security, abused me and threatened me. All for using a parking bay I am legally entitled to use, just because I don't fit in to their idea of what disability is.

    My favourite, the one that is seared in my mind, was the woman who did almost all of them at once. She positioned her car behind mine, ranted on that I'd stolen the pass from my grandmother, called over security and said, in front of her two small children, "My husband works with retards, I know what it looks like to be disabled and you're not." Charming.

    So let's clear up a few things here;
    1. Not all disabilities that qualify a person for a permit are visible; some muscle disorders, lung problems, and heart disease can all qualify and none of those are normally associated with a "limp or such"
    2. An intellectual disability doesn't qualify
    3. Permits can be issued if you need extra room to get out of a vehicle; if you can walk relatively fine but struggle to get in and out of a car in a tight bay then you may qualify
    4. It is not easy to get a permit; a letter from your doctor does not cut it. There is a form and a medical history which your doctor must sign before it is then reviewed by a panel
    5. They're not free; they're not expensive but you do have to pay for your permit

    I have good days and bad days. A few years ago there would be one good day for every month of bad. Now it's a little bit more even, and thanks to mindfulness training and therapy I'm able to cope better with the pain (I was unable to stay on pain meds any longer - if I could've stayed on those suckers I would have!).

    It still stops me from doing every day things, but I try not to let it stop me having fun. So I will go out, in high heels, and dance for hours, knowing that I will be in bed for days and have to use my permit for a week after... just so that I can feel normal for that one night.

    I stopped using my permit unless I was in extreme agony, years ago. The stares, the comments, the abuse, it all got too much for me and I found that I would fake a limp just to escape the prejudice.

    So when others, no matter how delightful they are, complain about non-parents parking in parent bays, I, in all honesty, can not join them in their fury. You can just park in a different bay, some days, without an ACROD bay, I have to go home.

    Image by Jörn Guy Süß
    Parents with Pram bays are a there as a convenience and run on a courtesy system - and obviously there are a lot of discourteous people. They might be assholes but they're not breaking any laws.

    Yes it's a pain to lug our kids a bit further in a car park, but that's what prams and trolleys are for, and hey, at least you have a car, some people don't and have to do all that lugging on public transport. We don't deserve special treatment just because we've popped out a kid. And I'm expecting a few 'unfollows' for saying that.

    So before you go shaking your head and tutting at the person who doesn't look disabled, check their dashboard or rear view mirror. If they've got a permit, reserve your judgement. If they don't, then feel free to tell them they're a schmuck.

    EDIT: This post upset some people. This was written as is, before the post that it previously linked to was published and was therefore not an attack on said person. It was not accusing said person of parking in disabled bays, nor accusing them of abusing people who do or don't or whatever, as was suggested. It is not a rant at her, it is a rant, there is a difference. The point of this article that I wanted people to take away was that sometimes we have it so good and we can't see it - we complain about trivial things when really, we are so privileged. Sometimes, people will park in parents bays because the ACROD bays are full, and maybe we shouldn't be so quick to judge that "those people" who are parking there without children are not in need of a closer bay. I simply cannot not get angry at the misuse of a courtesy bay when I would gladly take that inconvenience over the abuse.

    Sunday, June 19, 2011

    The Dalai Lama, Kurt Cobain and me

    I've just come back from an intimate gathering with His Holiness the Dalai Lama and 14,499 of my closest friends.

    If you've been playing along at home you'll know I'm not a religious person, but I am one of those annoying people who consider themeslves a 'Lifestyle Buddhist' - I may not believe in the mystic side of the religion, but I appreciate the morals they teach and try to live by them.

    Security was tight; all bags were searched and every single person was 'wanded'. It was similar to going to the airport in that you couldn't take in drinks, the food was overpriced and undercooked, my ears popped (the venue was pressurized) and there was a lot of waiting around in rather uncomfortable seats.

    In fact when we left I half expected to walk out the door to a different city. No such luck... I'm still in Dullsville.
    The conditions of entry on the ticket prohibited "video or audio recorders of any type" which I took to mean mobile phones... apparently I'm the only one who thought that because looking around, I was the only person there not taking photos with a phone.

    Even a Buddhist Nun was walking along talking on her iPhone. Yeah. Ponder that for a moment.

    Behold, my mad photoshop skills
    The crowd was full of doppelgangers, it was amazing; There was Map Guy aged 45,  Jesus (complete with white robes and sandals), one of the chicks from the Waifs, Kurt Cobain and a girl in front of us who looked like a shorter version of Miranda Kerr and had His Holiness' book, 'The Many Ways to Nirvana', in her hand bag.

    All around me people were being enlightened and all I can think is that Miranda should give her book to Kurt and he could wave it away with a laugh, saying "I don't need to find it, babe, I created it."

    But I did actually listen to what he was saying and some of it really stood out to me for a range of reasons:

    When he said he loved his friend George Bush but didn't agree with some of his policies; that stuck out in a "Did he just say he loved George Bush?" kinda way.

    When he said we should live spiritually but have secular ethics; that stuck out in a "OMG a religious leader not being preachy preachy" kinda way.

    When he said he liked how the Maori people integrated to the 21st century but kept their language even though he wasn't sure if it was a sophisticated language; that stuck out in a "Dude that's a bit racist" kinda way.

    But the message I took away from the morning was one of love and compassion. When we have compassion for each other, when we truly strive for what is best for the world in the long run by forgoing some of our needs in the short run, and when we can forgive those who have done us wrong and remember to love the sinner not the sin, we can find happiness.

    Obviously not everyone took the message of compassion on board because waiting for the shuttle back to the carpark someone tried to cut in front of us in the line. Nice.  

    What do you do to find happiness? Can you differentiate between the sin and the sinner?

    Friday, June 17, 2011

    FlogYoBlog Friday - The Vlog Edition

    And now for something a little bit different... (and by different I mean completely embarrassing)

    If you haven't seen the crazy cat lady, you can see her here. Yes, I know - it's not real. But that's beside the point, I felt like doing a parody.

    Go forth and Flog!

    The Rules
    (As stolen from Lori, thus making Baby Jesus cry... sorry)
    1. Follow Where's My Glow? 
    2. Bow down at the alter of Mummy Time; Blog-goddess, all round groovy gal and creator of FYBF
    3. Grab the FYBF button and post it on your sidebar or in the post you're linking up
    4. Link in your favourite/best post from the week (don't just put your homepage URL)
    5. Follow at least 1 linkyer/blogger (Be nice and spread the comment love)
    6. The list will be open for linkyers on Fridays (and for the foreigners Friday as well)
    7. A new and fresh linky list will open every Friday. And you will have to link up AGAIN. The previous link list does not carry over to the following week
    8. Because I live in Dullsville Perth the list will open around 7am AWST - I'm not getting up at 5am and the last time I scheduled a post it didn't work.

    Thursday, June 16, 2011

    Frilly Food - Review

    I'm rather obsessed with Tricky's diet. I've spoken before about how I cook (almost) all of Tricky's food myself because I'm a little bit of a control freak Crunchy Mama. The food I cook must taste alright because I bang on all the time about him eating adult sized portions.

    But back when I was first introducing solids to Tricky what I would have really liked was a guide to go by... not from one of the health companies, I had heaps of those flyers thrust in my hand every time I was forced to visit the child health nurse. I mean a selection of tips and recipes from a fellow Mama who has done it all before me and figured out what works and what doesn't.

    The divine Liss from Frills in the Hills has just released her own eBook 'First Foods I Fed My Frills'! So I finally can get some Mama food wisdom! But she hasn't just tried her recipes out on one guinea pig bubba, she's had three that came "thick and fast" within two years thanks to twins.

    It comes with great tips on everything from highchairs and which spoons she found the best to use, and she even shares her secret of the single best piece of Tupperware to store the food in. Oh and recipes. It can't be a food book without recipes and boy, can this woman cook!

    The recipes are, as usual, fantastic; I struggled knowing what foods to combine for Tricky and just shoved everything in and hoped for the best, so actually having a guide is great. Plus there is a recipe for homemade rusks! Commercial rusks are so expensive when you've got a teething baby gnawing through them at lightening speed.

    If you'd like to get your own copy it's only $5! What a bargain. You can click on the picture below* and you'll get taken to the sales page on her blog.

    I've been a silent lurker on Frills in the Hills for a while now, never leaving comments, because I was too busy cleaning the drool off my keyboard. Until it came down to the best ever pot roast that I made for Map Guy on our anniversary; it was so good I uploaded pictures of it to Twitter and Facebook.

    Now I'm turning in to a complete foodie and it's really spurring me on to cook more meals from scratch!

    So go grab yourself a $5 eBook and get cookin'!

    *Affiliate link

    Wednesday, June 15, 2011

    He Did What!? Wednesday - By Making Mess with Mich

    Stinky Business - By Making Mess with Mich

    Let me tell you something about The Biz.

    The Biz doesn’t have a great attention span when he’s preoccupied thinking about something else.

    Like when I was in labour all three times with our children.

    Miss 9 was 10 days overdue and Miss 8 was 4.

    Now when Miss 3 (AKA Princess Shithead) was born, I chose to be induced. I did not want to go any further than 4 days over. The Dr was ok with that and understood my frustration as it was the beginning of summer and was as big as a house.

    The big morning came and we were at the hospital for 6.30 am. I had a midwifery student watching over me(she got a call during my labour that she had passed her exams and was a fully qualified midwife. And Miss 3 was her first proper delivery), monitoring contractions, whilst The Biz kept leaving the room. He didn’t tell me why he was leaving the room and the midwives kept asking him if HE was ok.

    So during all three labours, I was abandoned in some kind of way. Husbands aren’t supposed to do that are they? .

    And WHY did The Biz keep leaving the room?

    The Biz had eaten something the night before that had given him the farts. Going through labour isn’t great at the best of times, let alone with a farting husband.
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    Mich is the newest blogger to grace the He Did What!? series with her blog, Making Mess with Mich created in April 2011.

    She's a SAHM to three beautiful girls and black cat called Pepper... who she is currently training to use the toilet instead of a kitty litter tray ala  'Meet the Parents'.

    Go check out how she's doing it - she has promised no photos of the 'success' so it's quite safe - and then check her out on Twitter.

    Next Week: There's a Fox in the City, but no pants

    Send your S/He Did What!? submission to
    (You don't have to be a blogger, or even to ask first, just send it in!)

    Tuesday, June 14, 2011

    Toddlers and Vlogs Don't Mix

    I've been trying my hand (or should that be face?) at vlogging recently...

    Six months ago I didn't even put pictures of myself up, now here I am putting video. Sheeeez talk about going back on your word.

    A quick tip for you all; if you're about to vlog, lock up your toddlers or this happens:

    I'd like to take a moment to thank YouTube for picking the most awful "I'm about to sneeze" frame for the still shot. Much appreciated. 

    Also, what is it about first attempts at vlogging? I'm not the only one who had troubles, remember this?

    Anyways, the first proper one of these babies you're going to see is scheduled for this Friday, so stay tuned for the embarrassment. No seriously, it's like a car wreck; so awful yet you can't look away. Good stuff.

    Do you Vlog? Why? Why not?

    Monday, June 13, 2011

    Sick of Chocolate Fundraisers? - Agoo Review & Giveaway

    I know what you're thinking... how could anyone be sick of chocolate?

    There are a lot of kids in my suburb and at least once a fortnight there is a knock on my door about 3:45pm by a weary parent prodding forth their reluctant child to “ask the nice lady if she wants to buy some chocolate”. Ahh the joys of trying to raise the moolah for the next school project. Library books, computers, slushy machines for the teachers lounge; the list is endless.

    I'm avoiding chocolate (except in cases of emergency, when cooking chocolate is inhaled for a fix) and am dreading the day Tricky brings home a carton of choccy frogs to sell. Because I will. eat. them. all. I should add that I'll eat them all while telling him chocolate is bad and he shouldn't eat it. Hypocrite much? Ya-huh!

    Enter Agoo (bless you) Australia.

    They create super funky, stain resistant, UPF 50+, moisture wicking, grow-out-before-they-wear-out clothes and your school/kindy/daycare can sell them as a healthy alternative to a chocolate fundraiser!

    I'll give you a minute to re-read that if you like... yep, stain resistant, sun resistant, icky sweat resistant and fall apart resistant. And you can make money off them. That's a lotta ticks in a lotta boxes.

    Tricky gave a Twozie Hoodie and some 100% bamboo baby Leg Warmers a test run this weekend:

    Hangin' out in ma hood
    I love that the hoodie is actually a double layered onesie! Keeping a shirt tucked in is nigh on impossible, but with this design it stays down and keeps the sun off Tricky's back since it's UPF 50+ and keeps the chill away as the weather is getting colder (My mum says she used to have a top like this and it was called a shirteenie - I'm shuddering at the thought). Plus because it has the over shirt layer, he doesn't look like a Harry Highpants - very important for fashion conscious toddlers.

    It's a generous size 1 so I imagine it will fit him for a good six months if not longer, especially since it's a four way stretch fabric. Since Tricky has only just gone in to size 1 clothing, a quick roll up of the sleeves was all that was needed for it to be perfect.

    Rockin' the Leg Warmer look
    I've never used baby Leg Warmers before but have always admired them from afar. I'd always thought they would either be too tight and cut off circulation, leaving lovely indents in Michelin Man baby thighs or be too loose and fall down. But they stayed up and didn't make Tricky's toes turn blue through lack of blood. The downside of this is that now I want to buy all the funky designs because they made nappy changing so much easier.

    So let's get to the good stuff:

    To celebrate the launch of their chocolate-free fundraisers, Agoo Australia have given me a $50 voucher to give away to one lucky Where's My Glow? reader! To enter, all you have to do is be a follower of the blog and leave a comment below telling me your favourite Agoo product from their online shop. If you choose to tweet about this giveaway you can come back and let me know, linking to your tweet and you'll grab yourself another entry.

    Then once you've done that head on over to Tina Gray {dot} Me, Just Us Kids and Seven Cherubs for three more chances to win!

    P.S. You can thank me later for resisting the urge to use the cliche "putting the fun back in fundraiser"... it was hard, I hope you appreciate the effort.

    Entry is open to Australian and New Zealand residents. Entries close at 10pm AEST on Monday 20th June 2011 at which time a winner will be chosen using a random number generator. Make sure you sign in to the comment platform with a valid email address or leave your address as part of your comment so you can be contacted. Winner has one week to reply to notification, failing that, the prize will be redrawn. The prize is provided by Agoo Australia and is not transferable.

    *Disclaimer: I was given a complimentary Twozie Hoodie and Dino Stan Leg Warmers by Agoo Australia.
    No payment was offered or accepted for this post. All opinions are my own.

    Friday, June 10, 2011

    FlogYoBlog Friday - The Commitment Project Edition

    Hurro Floggers!

    Last night, I was talking to a photographer called Evan Cooper on Twitter about how he should link up to FlogYoBlog Friday as a great way of promoting his blog, The Commitment Project.

    But his is no ordinary photo blog (for starters, Mrs Woog has guest posted on there)... so I thought I could help by giving him his very own Edition!

    The Commitment Project documents gay, lesbian and transgendered couples who have been in loving, long term relationship for more that 8.8 years. Why such an odd number? Because 8.7 years is the average length of a heterosexual marriage these days.

    When The Project is complete, it will culminate in a very public showing of the photos; on a massive billboard at Town Hall Train Station in Sydney.

    Evan hopes The Project will showcase that people can be in a loving, committed relationship with "the one" no matter what their gender or sexual orientation, hopefully challenging the current laws and discrimination along the way.

    If you'd like to support The Project (or be photographed for it!) check out The Commitment Project, but for now, copy your links and let's Flog!

    P.S. Thank you to the six people who took the time to decipher the code in The Not Quite Enigma Edition and reply with the answer! The winner was Jo who replied with the correct answer in record time and in morse code too! Jo, your prize is being posted today, hope you like it!

    The Rules
    (As stolen from Lori, thus making Baby Jesus cry... sorry)
    1. Follow Where's My Glow? 
    2. Bow down at the alter of Mummy Time; Blog-goddess, all round groovy gal and creator of FYBF
    3. Grab the FYBF button and post it on your sidebar or in the post you're linking up
    4. Link in your favourite/best post from the week (don't just put your homepage URL)
    5. Follow at least 1 linkyer/blogger (Be nice and spread the comment love)
    6. The list will be open for linkyers on Fridays (and for the foreigners Friday as well)
    7. A new and fresh linky list will open every Friday. And you will have to link up AGAIN. The previous link list does not carry over to the following week
    8. Because I live in Dullsville Perth the list will open around 7am AWST - I'm not getting up at 5am and the last time I scheduled a post it didn't work.

    get the InLinkz code

    Thursday, June 9, 2011

    House Guests Mean You Can't Get Naked

    My inlaws recently stayed with us... for ten. whole. days.

    My problem isn't actually with my inlaws, they're lovely country folk who would give you their last chook, or whatever it is that country people give instead of the shirt off their back.

    They're about to embark on a three month grey nomad journey up North. Where abouts up North I'm not entirely sure, because neither are they. They've got a caravan and they're not afraid to use it. So they stayed with us on their way through Perth so they could see Tricky for his birthday.

    Tricky absolutely adores them; he will race over to his Pop and motion that he wants a horsey ride, then toddle over to Nanna and reach up on tip toes with arms outstretched until she picks him up, then snuggle in to the side of her neck. He'll do it again and again and again and again and I know they melt inside every time.

    I think they're pretty awesome too - while they were here, my Father in Law paved the massive pathway at the side of our house that has been just sand for years, fixed our gutters and dug in new soak wells; and my Mother in Law spent the whole time on my iPad playing Chicktionary kept the house spotless, hung out our washing and cleaned up after me while I prepared the food for Tricky's parties.

    Plus they were our free babysitters too, allowing Map Guy and I to go to the movies together for the first time in ages where we saw Water for Elephants - where I spent the whole time wondering if I was seeing nipple or sparkles. PULL YOUR TOP UP REESE WITHERSPOON!

    So why am I complaining?

    Well, living with anyone is hard. Even friends or family. Especially for ten days.

    Map Guy and I know each others routines; he's the morning showerer and I'm the night showerer - there is no "do you need the bathroom" talk at our house, we just know. Whilst it doesn't look like it to the outside observer, there is an order in our house, a way we do things, unspoken rules that have just established themselves over the years. It's not a rut, it's a groove.

    So, whenever anyone stays, no matter for how long, the groove isn't so groovy any more.

    But if I'm completely honest, the main annoyances that I have when I have to share a space with someone are less to do with whose turn it is in the bathroom and more to do with the fact that I can't walk from there to the bedroom naked.

    It's the little things, that mean nothing but have a major impact on my day, like the necessity to actually get dressed in the morning rather than slum around in my PJs until Tricky's morning nap, and the pressure to eat a healthy lunch lest they discover my fetish for cream cheese on toast (hey, it's the low fat variety and it's a source of calcium, bugger off).

    So I got up, I got dressed, I ate a more varied diet, I even made sure I didn't walk around starkers. Well I did for the first few days, after that I went back to normal (well, except for the nudey runs) because they're my inlaws and they already know I'm a fan of lazy mornings.

    If it was for any longer, I would have gone stir crazy (well, crazier), not because of who it was, but because it was anyone at all. Even if it had been my parents, my closest friends, strangers or any of the crew from The Tasmanian Babes Fiasco, I would be cracking right about now. I neeeeed my space. 

    Have you had to share your house with someone? How did you cope? I mean, what did you do when you needed to fart?  

    P.S. Yep, I've been a bit more careful with my words this time because I don't want my inlaws thinking they over stayed their welcome. They don't have internet access for months, so the likelihood of them seeing this is slim, but ya know, I don't wanna cause a cafuffle. I'd have them back any day just to see Tricky's face light up when they enter the room... and to get more paving done.


    Wednesday, June 8, 2011

    He Did What!? Wednesday - By Glen's Life

    Lost in Translation - By Glen's Life

    Hello there Glowless fans – it’s me, Glen from Glen’s Life, here attempting to break into your womanly world and write a ‘He did what?” post, but with a she instead of a he. What could possibly go wrong with that?

    Well actually I know full well what could go wrong due to how hard it has been to get approval for this post from my wife, Jo. I’ve spent hours trying to think of something my lovely lady has done that won’t get me castrated for revealing. Already vetoed are two Superloo incidents and an embarrassing sunburn tale.

    Oh don’t shake your heads at me ladies, I’m not whipped I’m just married. They may come up in the same results in an online Thesaurus check, but they are actually quite different. When you ladies are having one last drive around the church to exercise your Bride’s prerogative to be late while smiling smugly because you never have to give another blowjob, we Grooms are in the vestry, with a Vicar triumphantly shouting “You won’t be needing that anymore my son” as he removes our backbones.

    It’s a fact - deal with it. We have.

    Anyway, it was the 1990’s and I lived in Italy…

    It was a stiflingly hot day in the historic Italian city of Pompeii and my Girlfriend (as she was back then) and I had taken it all in, and tired ourselves out with the wonder of it all. The Sun had baked us to crispy perfection.

    We smiled at each other as we reached my clapped out Fiesta with rust holes that worked as the only air conditioning, and strapped in for the journey home. Only the car would not start. The battery was flat again.

    Being a gentleman I climbed out and my future wife sat herself in the driving seat. For the next 15 minutes I pushed the little car around the heat trap car park as Jo tried to kill me by slamming on the breaks, much to the disgust of the friendly German man who had joined me after 10 minutes. Eventually, my lady admitted that she just did not know how to jump start a car and was not prepared to learn at this point, which mildly infuriated the increasingly less friendly German.

    I had to get in and try to start the car as my new friend and Jo pushed.

    In the end Jo got in next to me as the brilliant little man pushed me with his own car and YES, Houston we have lift off!

    I turned the car and asked Jo if she knew how to say thank you in German, and she reliably informed me that danke schön would be perfect.

    “Okay,” I said “shout that to our friend as we drive past” – I didn’t want to slow down now that we had got moving.

    And so, my lovely young woman wound down her window and in her best Oxfordshire accent shouted…
    “Thank yooooooooo”

    And I had to try and drive on Italian roads while banging my own head on the dashboard!
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    When he's not banging his head on the dashboard of a Fiesta, the hilarious Glen blogs over at Glen's Life where you can get a "Glen's eye view" on absolutely everything.

    Since leaving the Royal Navy and settling down with the above mentioned bilinguist, he's fathered two strapping young sons that he writes stories for. It was after friends kept pressuring him to write a book that he did the next best thing and started an awesome blog.

    His most coveted literary award was a Sugar On Top blog award given to him by me, just so he would put a bit of pale pink on his sidebar. I may have just made that bit up though.

    Next Week: Mich's husband is full of beans

    Send your S/He Did What!? submission to
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    Monday, June 6, 2011

    We Argghhhh Exhausted

    It's over. The fiasco that was a one year old's birthday party is over and done with and I'm happy to report it went off without a hitch.

    Party #1 consisted of 13 adults and 12 children ranging in age from five months to three years (most were almost one) and held in my parents' back yard because a) it's a bit more child-friendly, b) it's actually got plants and not weeds, and c) there wasn't a massive dog that weighed three times as much as the children.

    It was pirate themed and the whole yard was decked out in bunting, pirate flags and streamers, and it was great to see most of our guests getting in to the spirit of things with stripey clothes, eye patches and bandanas... plus lots of arrgghhhhh-ing.

    The kid and the cake - both awesome

    My Mum was suitably attired in a waistcoat and fake beads while my Dad rocked the Commodore look in Map Guy's jacket (that I sewed fringing a shit heap of buttons to a few years ago - Martha Stewart eat your heart out)!

    I was so so so proud of the cake I made - well the three cakes I made. I'd never worked with fondant before so made a trial cake about a week ago and then two more for the two parties (once again, Martha Stewart eat your heart out*). I've never eaten so much sugar in my life!

    Party #2 was at our house because it was after dark and the weeds don't show up as much then. It was a grown up affair (read BYO) and most of it took place after the guest of honour had gone to bed... it was the party for us to celebrate surviving the first year and of course, it had to be pirate dress up too - partly because this family dresses up at every opportunity and partly because I wanted a little more value for money from my $2 headscarf.

    Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me!

    I'm so glad these things only happen once a year. I'm so freakin exhausted from all the cooking and baking and cake decorating. Add to that an extremely over tired and cranky-pants birthday boy who, for the entire weekend, has refused to go to sleep unless he's being snuggled, and it's a recipe for a mood-swingin' Mama.

    But a little bit of perspective always helps, so after the last of our guests had left in the wee hours of Sunday morning, I de-pirated and laid in bed reflecting on our massive year; I read his birth story, all the Letters to Tricky and every single post about his surgeries, then watched his montage for the 100th time with a tear in my eye.

    I realized that a weekend of cleaning and cooking then cleaning again is a piece of cake compared to what we've been through over the last year as new parents. Our boy is growing up big and strong and I'm proud that I'm becoming the Mama I hoped I would be.

    *Am I the only one who thinks that's the weirdest saying in the world? It's a tad cannibalistic for my liking

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    Special thanks to everyone who came to the parties, for their lovely cards, the fabulous gifts and especially for dressing up! Also major thank yous to those who sent birthday wishes (and birthing day wishes) to us via Twitter and the Where's My Glow? Facebook page - you made the day extra special!

    Saturday, June 4, 2011

    Letter to Tricky - Twelve months old

    Dear Tricky,

    Happy Birthday!!! You are one today little guy!!!

    You made it and more importantly we made it. Together. Our little family of three.

    Yesterday we had a little party for you at your Perth Nanna and Pop's house and you had so much fun, even if you did fall over and bop your head. It was such an exciting day with everyone dressing up as pirates!  You were so exhausted and had a little bit of trouble falling asleep because you were over tired - I sat with you and watched you sleep and got all emotional just staring at you. You're so perfect it hurts.

    This month you've been paying a lot more attention to your furry big brother Sprocket - you put your hand through the gate to let him lick your fingers then make woof woof noises (though you do make woof woof noises for every animal, except for your favourite animal, birds, which are 'Bir bir bir'). If he's inside at lunch time he likes to sit underneath your highchair and catch the food you drop, but that's going to be a thing of the past since you have started leaning over and offering him little bits - I love that you're sharing, but please, eat your own lunch.

    Speaking of food, you are still munching your way through adult sized portions (and enjoyed your first taste of cake yesterday!) and not surprisingly, you have started signing for food now too! On top of still signing for milk you've started to sometimes sign 'finished', 'drink' and 'where' - I cannot tell you how proud I am!

    You seem to have found your funny bone because lately, everything is hilarious to you and you have turned in to quite the giggle pot - especially when Perth Pop tickles your knees! I love listening to your cute little laugh; when you've just woken up and are talking to your toys and it's soft and sleepy, or when you're bouncing up and down on Albany Pop's knee and it's so hearty and infectious.

    Every morning you sit at the front window and wave goodbye to your Daddy as he goes to work - it's the cutest thing. Then in the afternoon you sit back down there and wait for him to come home again while you chew on a triangle block. I'm not sure why you like the triangles so much, perhaps three is your favourite number too?

    It's been an eventful year, my little man; after two lots of surgery and having no idea if your craniosynostosis would cause developmental delays, we are so amazed to see you reaching all your milestones early, just like your Dad did. You are in every way, shape and form, a little clone; rolling at three weeks, crawling at five months, standing at six months and walking at ten months - you're a super star.

    This rollercoaster of a year has dragged on for so long and gone by in the blink of an eye at the same time. At times I wished away the sleepless nights and bags under my eyes, but if given the opportunity to go back and not have you, to slumber peacefully and not require a gallon of concealer daily, I wouldn't take it - I would not swap you for anything in the world.

    Thank you, my sweet little cherub, you have brought so much joy to my life and it has been an honour and a privilege to be your Mama. You have made me realize what is important in life, made me a more patient person, and made me love more fiercely that I ever thought possible.

    I hope you've enjoyed the ride as much as I have.

    Love Mama xxx


    Friday, June 3, 2011

    FlogYoBlog Friday - The Not Quite Enigma Edition

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    The Rules
    (As stolen from Lori, thus making Baby Jesus cry... sorry)
    1. Follow Where's My Glow? 
    2. Bow down at the alter of Mummy Time; Blog-goddess, all round groovy gal and creator of FYBF
    3. Grab the FYBF button and post it on your sidebar or in the post you're linking up
    4. Link in your favourite/best post from the week (don't just put your homepage URL)
    5. Follow at least 1 linkyer/blogger (Be nice and spread the comment love)
    6. The list will be open for linkyers on Fridays (and for the foreigners Friday as well)
    7. A new and fresh linky list will open every Friday. And you will have to link up AGAIN. The previous link list does not carry over to the following week
    8. Because I live in Dullsville Perth the list will open around 7am AWST - I'm not getting up at 5am and the last time I scheduled a post it didn't work.


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