This blog makes me feel...

Blogs can bring out a lot of emotion. Some make me laugh, make me cry, make me want to jump on a bandwagon, make me angry, make me happy, make me sad blah blah blah. Some make me do all that in just one post.

Here are 25 blogs from my reader and how they make me feel... see my tongue? It's very firmly in my cheek. OK, go.

Childhood101 makes me feel like I need to get a craft table and some pipecleaners

Edenland makes me feel like I need to get off my fat, white, middle class arse

Fe Lumsdaine makes me feel like I suck at taking photos

Freerange In Suburbia makes me feel like I need more leggings as pants

Frog Ponds Rock makes me feel like I don't have an arty bone in my body

Glen’s Life makes me feel like being a man for a day

Good Golly Miss Holly makes me feel like I'm terrible at time management

Good Googs makes me feel like I don't have enough pages on my blog

Kate Says Stuff makes me feel like I haven't got a big enough back yard

Magneto Bold Too makes me fucking feel like I don't fucking say fuck enough

Maid In Australia makes me feel like I need to go on holidays more

Mumstrosity makes me feel like I don't have a cool enough nickname for my kid

My Three Ring Circus makes me feel like my family is too small and nuclear and boring

Parental Parody makes me feel like closing my legs forever lest I have twins

Pickle Bums makes me feel like my blog looks crap and needs a redesign

Singular Insanity makes me feel like my own accent is shit

Sleepless Nights makes me feel like I need to go to a writing course so I can write heaps gooder

Stuff With Thing makes me feel like I don't have enough ducks

Styling You makes me feel like I should really get out of my jimjams already

The Armory makes me feel like getting drunk on a bus then getting kicked out of a pub

The Tiger Father makes me feel like having a solid gold toilet

Tina Gray {dot} Me makes me feel like I am lacking in parentheses

Toushka Lee makes me feel like living in a house is sooo passe

Wonderland of Sound makes me feel like I have terrible taste in music

WoogsWorld makes me feel like I need professional photos taken

This blog makes me feel... no, actually, that's enough. This blog makes me feel.

How do blogs make you feeeeeeeeeeeel?

I’m stuffed so I watched Doc McStuffins

This post is sponsored by Nuffnang

Little did I know when I accepted this sponsored post that I almost wouldn’t get it in on time because Tricky would end up being rushed to hospital in an ambulance with a severe asthma attack, right when I was meant to be writing it. Children and schedules no not mix, obviously.

We’ve come home from our third hospital admission in three weeks with instructions to freak out a bit at how quickly asthma can go from bad to life threatening visit the GP for follow up, and though Tricky has seen a couple before for different reasons, it looks like we’ll be seeing a lot more as we try to manage this new chapter.

Enter Doc McStuffins, the six year old who brings her toys to life then heals their boo boos. Other than the word boo boos which I loathe, it’s a cute show and Tricky and I spent some time watching it in an effort to normalize trips to the doctor. Plus it meant I could avoid housework since I was so stuffed from staying on a fold out bed in the hospital listening to sick babies cry all night. Win win.

Doc and her magic stethoscope (ZOMG how cute is that Lamb?)

I’m a firm believer that kids shows have to appeal to adults. We’re the ones who have to put up with them, really, so there has to be something in it for me to make me tolerate Tricky watching it over and over and over (and over and over) again before I’ve had enough and declare the DVD “broken” and hide it at the back of the cupboard.

In Doc McStuffins, that honour belongs to Lambie (with Chilly the snowman coming a very close second). I’m such a sucker for cute so in the episode I watched when Lambie, who is unsurprisingly a little lamb, said “That was the most exciting cuddle I ever had!” I was smitten.

Exciting cuddles are my favourite thing too and I’m so good at giving them. Get your mind out of the gutter!

Lambie made me giggle and go nawwww at the same time, which sounded like I was having some sort of fit and has now been added to my list of things never to do in public alongside burp the alphabet. But I digress.

Now that’s one exciting cuddle!

Tricky enjoyed it (oh yeah, that’s right, I was meant to show the kids show to the kid) and it held his attention for the whole time, even though he was exhausted. I’m wondering if when the Doctor doesn’t heal him with a hug, a kiss and a strategically placed bandaid, and instead forces him to have ventolin and steroids, if he might feel a little jipped.

Group hug with Doc McStuffins and her giant head

Laying down to watch, the day home from hospital

Now, if only I could get Tricky’s doctor to accept hugs as payment like Doc does… they’d be exciting cuddles, of course. GET YOUR MIND OUT OF THE GUTTER!

Doc McStuffins premieres on Friday, June 8, at 9.15am (screening times, Mon-Sun 9.15am and 3.15pm; Mon-Fri 12.15pm and 6.15pm; Sat-Sun 11.15am and 5.45pm) on Disney Junior which we don’t have. I guess I’ll just have to keep replaying the one episode over and over and over again… oh so that’s where Tricky gets it from!?

The Weekend Whine - Episode 3

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Things they didn't tell you

When Allison Tait, of Life in a Pink Fibro, told me I was on her "wishlist" of Bloggers she would like to contribute to a new ebook that would showcase things they didn't tell you about parenting and be sold with all proceeds going to the amazing Cate Bolt's Foundation18, I was pretty sure she had sent the email to me in error.

Up until that point, the only wishlist I've ever been on is the one where people wish I'd shut up for a minute or at least take a breath in between sentences.

*takes a breath* Wish granted.

However, being the type of gal that seizes upon opportunity when it knocks, I didn't bring it to her attention that she had asked little ol' me and instead replied gushing that of course I'd love to be involved.

It was only after agreeing to take part that I found out who else would be involved and I promptly started to both freak out a little and have tickets on myself at the same time. I am now a "contributing author" (OMG author?!) alongside the likes of Bern Morley (woah!), Veronica Foale (bloody hell!), Eden Riley (shizenhousen!), Mrs Woog (holy moly!) and Kerri Sackville (I have no more words to express excitement, other than faaaaaark, so the title author should be taken off me immediately).

Then I saw the foreword was by Wendy Harmer and I went in to cardiac arrest. On the up side, my mother now thinks I'm a celebrity.

 

After seeing all these fabulous women were included, my decision to submit a piece involving infant erections is now being put in the "not your best move" category along side my attempt to limbo whilst drunk. *Note to self: Next time you're asked to be part of an amazing ebook, don't mention genitals*

Every parent needs to read it and realize they aren't the only ones who *insert ANYTHING to do with child raising here*. There will be fist pumping and chest bumping at large in celebration.

32 Australian Bloggers gave their time and creative talent (except for me, I just gave time and sarcasm), and a crew of people behind the scenes including Kate, Tracy and Mal, helped make Allison's idea a reality.

But now it's over to you. The book is $4.99 and I really encourage you to buy a copy, click on the logo below and remember all proceeds go to Foundation18.

The numbers game

In the last two and a half weeks I feel like all I've done is worry and count, count and worry.

Count the number of puffs, doses, hours, admissions and the number of times I've been close to losing the plot (I'd need to count higher than ten for that, so it's off the list).

Worry about whether I'm up to being this parent which is so far removed from my bordering on neglect "he'll be right" attitude.

One - the number of times we've needed an ambulance for Tricky

Two - the number of asthma attacks he's had

Three - the number of hospital admissions he's had

Four - the number of hours between ventolin when you're allowed home from hospital

Five - the number of times I've called the specialist only to get the answering machine

Six - the number of puffs of ventolin required every 20 minutes for three hours to stabilize him

Seven - the number of times he screams when woken up for medicine over night

Eight -the number of chips, dropped off to the hospital by a good friend, I can stuff in to my mouth when Tricky is finally asleep

Nine - the number of times per day I felt sorry for myself

Ten - the number of times per day I shook it off and thought how truly lucky we are

All in two and a half weeks. Ugh.

Tricky giving the thumbs up for feeling better!