Wednesday, August 26, 2009

Painting

Oh Hai!
I am at Mummy's work.
We are having a Messy Play Day at the Family Centre.
I am doing my best to get very Messy indeed.


I painted my very first picture ever.
My paint matches my pants, for I am a fashionista.


I particularly like using my tummy as the brush.
I hear that's the way Michelangelo did it, too.
Or not.


Saturday, August 15, 2009

Messy messy baby


I swear, she only had this much food on her for a couple of minutes!

Thursday, August 13, 2009

Yearbooking

If you're stuck for something to do...
...and you have a suitable photo...
...Yearbook yourself!


In the 1970's picture, I look alot like my Mum. I actually did graduate highschool in 2000, but I never had hair that pretty!

Wednesday, August 12, 2009

At the park

I thought I would share some photos I took in our local park. Townsville in winter is beautiful.






Baby is beautiful too!


Doing words

Little Jenny Wren wrote a Doing Words post, so I have shamelessly copied her idea (and her words) and used them for my own:

Sewing more bibs for Baby, and trying my hand at applique.


Spending a lot of time waiting to catch Baby, as she practices sitting on her own.


Wiping farex and apple off the highchair, in preparation for the avocado and banana mess of lunch.


Wrapping up a book of our wedding photos to send to my Father in law.


Keeping the dogs off the comfy chair, as they went to the beach yesterday and are still a bit smelly and sandy. They are going to the groomers in an hour.


Feeling sleepy. Baby has changed her sleeping habits and decided to party late last night.


Loving that Mr Accident will be able to be home for my birthday, even if he has to leave again straight afterwards.


And here's another:


Planning to have coffee with my friend this afternoon, in the sunshine by the water.

Tuesday, August 11, 2009

Shhhhhh.....

It's afternoon nap time.

The baby is sleeping.

She's far away in baby dream land.


The puppy is sleeping.

He is probably dreaming about chasing moths and chewing expensive things.


But Baya never sleeps.

She has her people to protect.

Monday, August 10, 2009

Investments

I tried to have a three day weekend without spending. I was thwarted by a Tupperware party.

I'm a sucker for those party plan selling ideas - I feel disgustingly rude if I leave without buying at least ONE thing. After all, the host went to the trouble of putting out all those little cheese squares and slowly warming salami bites. The least I could do is help her earn her 'free' hostess gift, right? And the catalogues are full of shiny, shiny plastic boxes, and they look so useful and after a couple of minutes my steely resolve crumbles.

So I bought these:

Oooh, so pretty. Look at those colours! Marvel at their collapsibility! It's Tupper-love...
So you might ask, being aware of my shiny plastic box weakness, and my no spending attempt, why would I inflict upon myself the test of a Tupperware party? Because I love listening to the sales pitch. Usually delivered over the course of an hour, the professional Tupperware hostess inevitably reaches a point in her sales monologue where she runs out of adjectives. Then she resorts to flowery half truths.... until she finally descends into madness. And that's the fun part.
Could I keep a straight face as she described a $50 can opener as an investment? No, I could not. I snort-laughed like a lady!
Here is the infamous can opener, in all it's expensive, investable glory:


An investment? Really? What's my rate of return, open betroot tins?
To put it in perspective, here is what I prefer to use, price approx $1.50:


And here is what I occasionally fall back on, priced at $0.50:

After pulling myself together I was actually saddened as the other women sat around nodding eagerly, picturing the expensive, shiny plastic can opener on their kitchen benches. Some even bought it.

Sometimes the message of overt consumerism behind the sale of shiny plastic boxes is a little too sobering for the weekend.

Sunday, August 9, 2009

Song for a Fifth Child

Mother, O Mother, come shake out your cloth,
Empty the dustpan, poison the moth,
Hang out the washing, make up the bed,
Sew on a button and butter the bread.

Where is the mother whose house is so shocking?
She's up in the nursery, blissfully rocking.

Oh, I've grown as shiftless as Little Boy Blue,
Lullabye, rockabye, lullabye loo.
Dishes are waiting and bills are past due,
Pat-a-cake, darling, and peek, peekaboo.

The shopping's not done and there's nothing for stew,
And out in the yard there's a hullabaloo,
But I'm playing Kanga and this is my Roo.
Look! Aren't his eyes the most wonderful hue?
Lullabye, rockaby lullabye loo.

The cleaning and scrubbing can wait till tomorrow,
But children grow up as I've learned to my sorrow.
So quiet down cobwebs; Dust go to sleep!
I'm rocking my baby and babies don't keep.

-Ruth Hulburt Hamilton (1958)

With thanks to Kate

Reading

We're all about reading in the Accidental house.

Looking back over the photos, it looks like we always read in our pyjamas! I think that must just be when I have the camera around though, we do it at random times throughout most days. That's my pyjama clad leg right there:


"Where is the Green Sheep" is a family favourite. Baby has started trying to turn the pages in her board books. She needs lots of help separating them, but is getting pretty good at the actual turning job.

She also likes to bang on the pages to make noise.
And I don't know if she likes this soft book for the story line (there isn't one), the pictures or the taste. But she definitely likes it!


I hope baby keeps enjoying her reading - hopefully it's catching!

Saturday, August 8, 2009

Wow, I have been sorely neglecting this blog. Life just kinda happened, and as a result this blog... well... didn't. And I'm fine with that - life is good, and worth my full attention!

However, in an effort to get back in the saddle, I'll skip most of the talking and just chuck up a couple of photos. And then, tomorrow, maybe I'll post a few more, and see where it leads. Are you in? Here goes...


Baby girl mid roll, still wearing her pyjamas.


The nicest corner of the local park. I love winter in the tropics!