Grateful

My kids are growing up so fast, I was looking at them today and trying to remember what it was like when they were babies. I'm not sure, but I think it was quieter. I have to say though, I'm loving the cute things they are saying at the moment...

Chicken: Mummy, why did you change your clothes?
Me: I didn't darling, I changed my hair colour
Chicken: Oooohh it's blue
Me: Umm, no darling, it's red
Chicken: Oooohh it's red

Gremlin: Mummy, Daddy, you hide, I'll be the Seek.

Chicken: Mummy, you got spreckles on you (freckles)

Gremlin: Watch out the Hunk (Hulk) is getting you

Chicken: No Mummy, I want to plush (flush) the toilet

Gremlin is eagerly planning his 4th birthday party, so far he wants a Spiderman, Superman, Mr Incredible, Batman and Buzz Lightyear cake. I have to say, I'm having fun planning the party too. It's actually hard trying not to give him absolutely everything a little boy could want. I'm so grateful to God for giving me my beautiful children, and my lovely husband, who puts up with me wanting to buy "just one more thing for the party" He has blessed me so much.

Prince Charming and the Princess

My children have decided that they are royalty, and have started behaving accordingly.

My son Gremlin, is charming. Frustratingly so. He picks his victims, stares up at them with his big brown eyes, and instantly gets what he desires. We have discovered that his trick is polite manners. At the playground, he will occasionally spy a mother with "better" food than the fare I have provided. He will wander up to said mother and say "Please can I please have a chippy please." Beware of the multiple "pleases." If he gets a "No" (which is rare) he puts on a sad puppy dog face and walks back to me dragging his feet, the mother calls him back with a "Oh alright, just one, because you asked so nicely" and then he runs back beaming practically yelling "Thank You!" I go and apologise for my son harassing the poor mother and she just smiles back, "It's fine, he lovely manners" Why yes, he does, how else would he get things off strangers?

Chicken however has decided she's a princess. She is a rather gross princess, but she's a princess. She almost always wants to wear dresses, the second she is wearing the dress she twirls and says "I'm a princess Mummy!" She will then go and play in the backyard, or with her food, or will crawl into a dusty corner somewhere and come out covered in dirt. At daycare, she goes through at least two sets of clothes each day (although its usually 3 or 4) because she gets dirty or gets paint or pen all over herself, once she even came home with an arm dyed blue (it took two days before her skin was white again). I'm kind of proud that I have a girl who, despite liking to be pretty, would rather enjoy life and get a little messy.

Sewing again

Yes I'm at it again.

Chicken just keeps getting taller, so rather than buy new clothes all the time, I stole one of her really cute dresses which is getting waaaay too short and made it longer.

I started with a dress and an old singlet

I chopped the top off the dress, and trimmed a little off the bottom of the singlet. I cut the top of the dress up to make some cute frills, sewed it all together and...

TA DA!!!!

The dress is now a few inches longer, hopefully it'll fit okay. I really should measure her before she goes to bed. Oh well.

What a Weekend

Okay so yesterday was Mum's 50th birthday, today was Chicken's 2nd birthday and tomorrow is W@dsy and my 7th wedding anniversary.

Yesterday we helped prepping for Mum's party, I made Mum's cake and Chicken's cake, and then actually went to the party.

Here is my beautiful Mum

Here is my beautiful daughter 

(Yes I'm pretty sure the women in my family are genetically incapable of smiling for a camera with our eyes open)

Gremlin eating a cupcake

I only made the big cupcake, I cheated and we bought the little ones.

Chicken loves pigs lately, I think it's because they are pink.

To make our lives a little easier we just whipped out the "Oinky" cake at church, she's still a little young to understand about birthday parties yet. I presented Chicken with the doll I made. Then I went to a Tupperware party in the afternoon with Chicken, she was very popular being the only child there and being awfully cute. Then to Mum's again to eat mountains of leftovers from the party. Now home, waiting for the sugar rush of the past couple of days to subside so I can sleep.

W@dsy and I might take tomorrow easy, and watch a DVD, I'm thinking "The Seven Year Itch" with Marilyn Monroe....

My Baby Girl

Chicken will be 2 in a couple of days, I can't believe it!

She's growing up way too quickly and is turning into such a sweetheart. This morning she spend 10 minutes handing me piles of toys to cuddle because she thought I looked tired (I was lying on the sofa).

I usually go a little nuts when buying presents, especially with my kids but I am trying to be frugal. So instead of spending money on toys she'll probably destroy anyway, I decided to make her a present (which she'll probably destroy anyway).

A friend of mine got some dolls for her daughters made by Emmi's Cottage that were super cute. So I thought I'd try to make one. Thanks to my way too big fabric stash and some donations from my lovely mother-in law. I made this little mermaid.

Now I just need to wrap her up and give her to my not-so-baby girl.

The Bathroom Parade

Every morning for the past few weeks W@dsy and I have been woken up by the rattling of the bedroom doorknob. Gremlin bursts in the room and yells "Daddy, Daddy, I need help wit you!" and bolts into the bathroom. He then stands there doing the "I need to go to the toilet dance" and refuses to actually pee in the toilet unless W@dsy removes his pants for him and plonks him on the toilet.

Now don't get me wrong, my son dragging my not-a-morning-person husband out of bed at 5:30am is funny, but.... Apparently now it's my turn. Since W@dsy doesn't cope well with mornings, I need to take over. And that means Gremlin isn't too happy that his favourtie parnet isn't there, so he wakes his sister and thus begins...

The Bathroom Parade.

The Bathroom Parade is what occurs when 4 people (two of which are fairly new to the whole toilet concept) are attempting to use a single toilet at the same time and all end up having to line up and take turns.

Gremlin is always first, he wakes every one else up and reminds them he needs to go NOW.

Chicken is second, mainly because she stills wears a nappy at night so if an accident occurs, well at least it's in the nappy.

Next it's me, I lock the brats out and do my business in private thank you very much.

Then it's W@dsy because while I was in the bathroom, the kids were in our bed jumping on daddy to wake him up.

As much as I love my kids at the age they are right now, I am really looking forward to the day when they can both get themselves to the bathroom unaccompanied.

Are You All Super Jealous?

When W@dsy's parents took the kids for a few days, I had a chance to do some sewing, not 'cos I needed to but because I wanted to. My mother-in-law gave me some fabric when we dropped the kids off. So I thought I'd experiment. Again YouTube was my friend and I tried to make a baby quilt that was a little more adventurous. I haven't finished it, but I think I made a pretty good start.

So I had a few fun days relaxing with my husband and working on a new skill. Are you jealous?