Highway Etiquette

When you upload a Vlog to YouTube it automatically chooses a still shot to be your thumbnail image.

Without fail mine is always a sneeze face. It's the height of attractiveness, the sneeze face.

You can go in and change the thumbnail, and being the completely vain person that I am, I swapped it for the least unattractive one there was. But it takes 36 hours for it to register apparently. So, for the next 36 hours... achoooo!





Do you wave to other drivers on the highway? Is it a fully fledged wave, a finger wave or snob nod?

He Did What!? Wednesday - By Slightly More Depth Than A Teaspoon

Man Flu - By Slightly More Depth Than A Teaspoon

When I was 'heavy with child' (dontcha just love that expression?) with my daughter, my darling husband was slightly inattentive. He had rudely decided to get a cold. So it follows that when I went into labour he was less than present.

I remember rolling around on the birthing ball when things were starting feeling more worried about him than me!

In the end my Mum came up and we sent him to the doctor. He proceeded to come back with antibiotics for tonsillitis- the nerve!

So during the entire birthing experience he was pretty absent. Instead my Mum and sister helped me through while he lay 'helping' on the couch nearby. He did manage to pull himself together and drag his ill, disease-ridden body to my bedside when the baby was actually born..... and then the midwife made him wear a mask when he first held our daughter (I have a feeling she was less than sympathetic).

Number two is on its way and due in December and he is under strict instructions to be as healthy as a horse!

I should note: He really is a fantastic husband and Dad- but is, of course, no match for man-flu!

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Robyn from Slightly More Depth Than A Teaspoon is 23 years young and married to her high school sweetheart, Shane. She's a Christian Mummy Blogger and regularly writes about her faith, her life and her super cute bub, Georgie.

She's a stay at home mama to 1.5 children and rates that as far more difficult than looking after 16 all day at a child care centre like she used to.

She blogs and tweets late at night and uses it as an excuse to avoid doing the laundry and scrubbing the toilet.

Next week: Max's Mummy and the Hot Potato
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Buzzing With Excitement

The other day I was complaining as usual about how writing a bio is impossibly hard. Trying to spruik yourself without sounding like a wanker is a skill that I do not posses.

But I finally wrote one and combined it with the photo that got the most votes:

Ahh, but what is it for???

Well, yours truly is now officially a writer for The Daily Buzz, a website that finds all the must-have cool and funky toys, clothes and accessories for babies and kids (and a few things for the mamas too).

I'm buzzing with excitement at the chance to bee part of the team. See what I did there? That's the writing talent that got me a job, baby!

I'm kinda flipping out a bit because I now get to throw around words like copy, deadline and briefs (not the underwear variety, though I have been known to throw those around too). How grown up does that sound?

So go check out The Daily Buzz coo over how cute I am as a cowgirl on their about page.

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FlogYoBlog Friday: The Choppergate Edition

Frank the Anch-or: For this special Edition of FlogYoBlog Friday we're crossing live to our reporter, Glowless, in the chopper. You're live, Glow..

Glowless: Thanks, Frank. Hi everyone, welcome to FlogYoBlog Friday: The Choppergate Edition. At this moment I'm flying over the suburb of Balcatta...

Frank the Anch-or: Err, Glow, I think you might be mistaken...

Glowless: Did I say Balcatta? I meant Bayswater.

Frank the Anch-or: Nup, try again.

Glowless: OK, I give up. I'm out the back in front of a green screen. Not even in a chopper because the station couldn't afford one. But geeez, doesn't it look so real?!?!

Aviator sunnies add to the authenticity, right?

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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Bubba Glow

No, I'm not pregnant, you can all exhale now.

I've been looking through stacks of albums and piles upon piles of shoeboxes at my parents' house recently for my own baby photos to attach to the bio I can't write for the project I can't tell you about (are you keeping up? No? Me neither). If you wanna help me pick, the top six are here to be voted on.

Anyway, tucked inside the album was one A5 page of milestone notes (third child, the novelty of note taking had worn off) and I had a good read and here are the best bits about the perfectly average little ol' me:

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17.12.81 - Born at 2:11pm, weight 4.35 kg (9.6lb), length 53cm (BOOMBAH BABY!)

3 days old - Fully bottle fed (And I turned out fine. No really, I mean it. Stop laughing.)

Six months - Can sit by herself for about a minute

Seven months - Crawls in a fashion elbows first then moves along (Commando baby)

Nine months - Took her out of the walkers as she fell face first on to the floor. Cracked her lip. Crawls properly. Can say "Dad Dad" and wave bye bye. Has four teeth.

Ten months - Glowless now pulls herself up on all the furniture, has five teeth, can say "Mum Mum" and "Hello" but it's more just a singing sound. 

Twelve months - Glowless now walks fully by herself

Fourteen months - Can say "Nanna" "Bye bye" "chasey". Climbs on everything. Gets up to mischief. Brat. (What a loving mother)

Eighteen months - First trip to the dentist - broken teeth. Very good at going to bed at night, wakes up once or twice

Twenty months - First sleep in her new bed - hates it. Takes Jimbalyn (my doll) with her. Hassles.

Two years - Had two year old test - is advanced in talking - mother's side - clever (and I haven't shut up ever since!)

Two years - Have had second opinion on Glowless' teeth. Two front teeth must come out because she has abscesses.

Nawww I was cute!

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Ahh, isn't she lovely. And now you know where I get my sense of humour from.

And I wonder why she just rolls her eyes at me when I complain about Tricky climbing on the coffee table and dancing.

And for the record, I was waaay slower at reaching milestones than Tricky and I turned out awesome. STOP LAUGHING!!!

Have you looked through your baby notes? Were you a brat?