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(tee-hee, they said tool)

Yes, I really am about a 14yr old boy on the inside.

scary huh!

Mulberries? What Mulberries?

I never saw no mulberries round these here parts, originally uploaded by Miss DV.

My husbands buttocks

Otherwise known as

'this is what happens to you when big men with sticks hit you on the butt where you don't have armour'

Nice huh?

Don't hate me because I'm well rested

Torby and I ditched our social responsibilities today and stayed at home. I ditched my domestic duties and had naps on the couch.
It was delightful.

We at casa de huntington-smyth have had a fairly full couple of weeks culminating in last weekend of afternoon teas, dinners, Mothers group combined birthday parties and having house invaded by nearly homeless people and friends for pizza and beer. All very lovely, but not very condusive (sp?) to sleep and rest and routines and happy babies.

That's all fixed now.
He did his favourite pattern of two hours awake, two hours asleep. I had naps on the couch, we ate own body weight of watermelon and apples. It was t'riffic.

Now house looks even more like a brothel (well, one filled with childrens toys, which is all a bit too icky for me) than normal, with a fine layer of toys throughout the rooms and the kitchen floor covered in discarded bits of sandwich and crackers. So yes, I'll spend a goodly portion of the this evening just getting back to almost liveable but it was worth it for I have slept!

From the desk of DV, Number One minion, Salt Mines Incorporated

Memo 1
There is a certain type of person who walks up to you at work and asks 'what do you do?'
Not 'Hello, my name is Pratty McTool, I've just started here, which section do you work in', or even just 'Hi, my name is Pratty McTool, how are you'.
No we go for straight for the 'what do you do' line.
You know the type I'm talking about.
One of them has just started on this floor.
I'm not in a pleasant mood today.
It wasn't pretty.

Memo 2
One of the (many and varied) things I do at work is run a report that lists everyone who has taken excessive sick leave. Oh the glamour of working down the salt mines (tm)

I then attach a letter to it the bosses and wait for them to come back to say that the person needs to produce certificates for sick leave for next 6mths or if it's all fine and there's a good reason for their leave. This report is not something I personally have control over. It's generated by the system.
So, if your boss had had a quiet chat to you about your sick leave, would you;

a) accept that you may need to be careful in the near future and not take it personally.
or
b) bitch and moan loudly for the next 30minutes that you are being persecuted and demand that my boss speaks to me regarding this issue as you are being singled out and what business do I have querying your sick leave anyway.

That's what I thought.

Really not a good day.

We have reached three teeth.
I repeat, we have reached three teeth.

My weekend by Torbenspang Huntington-Smyth, aged 10 months

We went to the South Coast and stayed at the Miz Speedy's Delightful Nanna's cabin at Shoalhaven Heads.

Day One.

Breakfast in bed

Went for a lovely drive to trick me to fall asleep again. It worked, damn it !!! Before I fell asleep I saw lots and lots of these.

Went to the beach

Played in sand

Ate sand (mmm tasty)

Water was too cold for my delicate young body.

Came home did boring stuff. Eventually rewarded the parents and went to sleep.

Day Two.

Went on another drive (what is it with parents and them wanting me to sleep. Sleep is for babies!!!) This time saw lots and lots of Silos on way to Berry.

went wine tasting

went to Minamurra Rainforest

They even made me crawl part of the way

had tasty bottle and came home.

Don't know why the parents bothered to pack the pram, I refused to sit in it all weekend. much nicer to be carried everywhere!

tee-hee

Found on someone who was on Finns friends list and now I can't find it again to link. hmm computer savvy is my middle name!

1. YOUR SPY NAME: (middle name and current street name)
Margaret Stanley

2. YOUR MOVIE STAR NAME: (grandfather/grandmother on your dad's side, your favorite candy)
Pop Chocolate (I have no idea what my grandparents were called)

3. YOUR RAP NAME: (first initial of first name, first three or four letters of your last name)
A-WAT

4. YOUR GAMER TAG: (a favorite color, a favorite animal)
black cat

5. YOUR SOAP OPERA NAME: (middle name, city where you were born)
Margaret Sydney

6. YOUR STAR WARS NAME: (first 3 letters of your last name, last 3 letters of mother's maiden name, first 3 letters of your pet's name)
WatHoySta

7. JEDI NAME: (middle name spelled backwards, your mom's maiden name spelled backwards)
Teragram Elyoh

8. PORN STAR NAME: (first pet's name, the street you grew up on)
Duchess Park

9. SUPERHERO NAME: ("The", your favorite color, the automobile your mom drives)
The Black Yaris (I used our car)

10. YOUR ACTION HERO NAME: (first name of a main character in the last movie you watched, last food you ate)
Romeo Toast

4 simple steps for a very amusing afternoon

1. drag ball pit to backyard

2. fill with water

3. put son in baby's first budgie smugglers

4. put child next to water filled ball pit

5. go inside for warm bath

standing-man

Guess what Torby does when he's bored of sitting in his pram???

stands up.


yep, squiggles out of the straps and twists around and stands and kneels and pokes his head out the back.

yay for him., it makes shopping that much more pleasant for everyone concerned!!


sob, sob, sob.

a double vodka for me please!

Hmmm, what to do, what to do.

I have a day off. Yes a real live day off. No child, no going to the salt mines tm. yay for me!!!!
This post is going to serve as my to-do list for today

make batch of food for torby
do at least one load of washing
potter around and get the house a little bit cleaner than before
look up details of stuff near shoalhaven (we're going there for the weekend to throw the little one in the ocean and see what happens!!)
watch tape of boston legal from last night
have a lovely nap
plan menu for this week
plan new burgundian for yule feast
collect torby from daycare
do a little bit of actual work to contribute to my 'work from home wednesday' hours
check work emails
make dinner (spanish chicken with roasted corn salsa, thanks so much for asking)
trot down to westfield this evening to see devil wears prada with she who must not be named.
go to sleep!

now, if anyone has something thats actually fun to do, please let me kno. Other than the nap and the seeing the movie, I really could cheerfully procrastinate!

yes, we have no babies today

Mmmm lemming juice!

I shall have THIS emergency lemming rose, originally uploaded by Miss DV.

yes, maybe he's Daen's son too!!!

he stands, he crawls, he goes up slopes

I'm staining the keyboard as we speak....

.....with illicit mulberry juice.
No, that's not a euphemism for anything, although it should be.
One street across from us has a block of flats with a ginormous mulberry tree in the front yard. I figure that as it hangs over the footpath and the bottom of my shoes get stained by fallen and squished berries, I'm entitled to some mulberry goodness. I stopped there on my way back from the station and gorged myself. So yummy and soooo purple. Mmmmmmmm

I found this box of wine, sah!

I found this box of wine, sah!, originally uploaded by Miss DV.

In case we needed proof that he was my son, Torby is very pleased at his discover. Wine, wine and more wine!!