Sunday drivin'

(Hehe - serious business this!)

There's a dog on the front dash, and if you smack it or pull its ears, it honks. Very funny ... except our actual dogs don't quite do the same thing, though he gives it a go.

We also learned Jess is not a good dog to learn to 'pat' the other day ... said pat ended up with Jess sitting very patiently while Cuinn ripped out a handful of her fur. Woops. He can't get a grip on Jack, so well stick with patting him for the moment.

Mmmm peaches

I'll leave it to you to wonder how much of it I was covered in as well.

A blog is a blog is a blog

Does it still count as blogging if I do a post saying I've got nothing to say?

OK, I guess I haven't got nothing to say, but not much. I can give it to you in bullet points if you want? Or even if you don't, tomato, tomater.

- I'm going to see my OBGYN this afternoon because something is screwed up with my plumbing post pregnancy (I know. WAY too much information. Don't you love it? It's why you keep coming back, I'm sure). I'm really not that bothered about what he may or may not surmise the problem is, just so long as he doesn't do a scan and find a kid. That'd be a bit problematic.

- Cuinn has decided that he hates getting his face washed in the bath. One minute he couldn't care less, the next a glimpse of his little ginger personality comes out and he decides he hates it. Awesome. He's also found his bits and thinks these are hilarious to yank in all directions. AND he's decided that nappies full of poo are the devil's work, and goes stinkers (hehe) as soon as he fills one. 'tis a pain in the ass (again, hehe) when said nappy filling occurs during his sleeps because he wakes up and demands to be changed and figures that since he's up he'd like to have a play please, and then since his sleep was cut short and he had a play, he fully intends to be grumpy and a little toad to put back to bed again. Huh.

- The cat keeps puking on quilts. You may have noticed that it has not been sunny lately. It's hard to get quilts dry in the pouring rain. It is also cold at night without quilts.

- My power bill was ENORMOUS this month. Seriously. Enormous. Gave me a heart attack.

- I'd love if the $1,500 initiative vis a vis insulation grants for homeowners can be retrospective. I expect not. Stupid insulation that we put in a year ago when there were no grants. We could always put more in under the floor I guess. I also wonder if the $1,300 bill we had for the car last month could be classed as 'insulation'? That'd be handy.

- I've started doing some work from home. My brain thinks it's the. best. thing. ever. Or, at least, it will once it stops wondering what on earth I'm trying to do to it after allowing it to vegetate for 6 months.

- Lovely natural coloured clothing for Cuinn seemed like a good idea until I started giving him pumpkin. Tried getting pumpkin out of what are effectively white clothes? Nailing them with NapiSan works, as long as I don't think about how much effort I put into organic clothing and why.

- My feet are cold.

- The dog appears to have dug a hole somewhere in the yard. I can tell by the mound of dirt on her nose.

That about covers it.

Picture fest

It's been swell, but let's not do it again

Just for the record, I'd be sitting in Cuba or wherever the hell with the 10 mill too.

But, since I'm not, back to business.

3. Month. Jabs. Are. Vile.

I. Was. Up. All. Night.

Well, near enough. Put it this way, instead of counting the number of times Cuinn woke up, it's easier to count the number of times I got to catch some sleep. 3, in case you were wondering. I even got a 2 hour stretch one of those times. Awesome. The next kid isn't being vaccinated (yes it is).

The only real way I can make him more comfortable too is to load him up to the eyeballs with Pamol ... except he has an unreasonable hate on for the pink stuff (seriously, it tastes like strawberry lollies - what's not to like? Strange child), so I get an estimated half dose into him, and wear the other half. Very messy business, and heaven knows if what small amount I do get into him has any effect whatsoever. Thankfully, cuddles seem to be gratefully received, and although they don't make him feel better, they make him feel better if you know what I mean.

Here's hoping the next lot of jabs (next month - BLAH!) are a little less vicious. And thank heavens he has his Jeero (Ugly Doll - we're so getting more of those!) to talk to, so he can work through some of the psychological damage I've done to him.

Better photos of the duds, bad angles for the little dude

Argh, jabs!

Cuinn has his 3 month (I've never been good at maths - he turns 4 months on the 23rd. Of course, technically it's his fault that I'm neglectful because when we did go in for them at around 12 weeks he was running a temperature so we had to abort the mission) jabs this morning. Aside from a miserable baby (medical professionals seem to be of the opinion that grizzles should last for around a day. Other mums say a week. I know what I'm expecting based on that), it's vile holding your baby down so someone can hurt him. Poor baby boy.

I took these this morning (I really should learn to take better photos), before I chopped his finger trying to trim his little talons. Those things grow spectacularly fast, and unfortunately, you usually notice that they're too long once he's raked them down your face. Anyway, obviously today is destined to be a bad day for babies. Although, considering all he did was grunt and scowl at me, apparently the chopping was more traumatic for me than him. Still, chopping is bad.

(Good knitting Grannie!)