I maded you some pancakes..but I eated them

They were delicious and the recipe is here

(becuase I am incapable of not playing around with a recipe..I added the teensiest dash of vanilla and mixed spice)

Walking off the pastries with Aunty Bec and Unky Jus.

with Aunty Bec and Unky Jus, originally uploaded by Miss DV.

what better way to end a delightful breakfast than a nice stroll around the quay? :)

Sunshine, lollipops and other stuff

Hooray for sunshine.
Hooray for breakfast pastries and catching up with family.
Hooray for ribses yesterday.
Hooray for lasagne and games tonight.

Hooray!!

bookish memememe

1. Grab the nearest book.
2. Open it to page 161.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the text of the sentence in your journal along with these instructions.
5. Don’t search around and look for the coolest book you can find. Use what’s actually next to you.

"she loves the Secrets of Droon"

book is 'I'm the vampire, that's why' by Michelle Bardsley'

Although 'The secret Language of the Renaissance' was actually closer propping up the laptop' page 161 was a painting so didn't count :)

The perfect way to spend a Thursday morning

Lying in bed with the munchkin while he 'reads' your books and enjoys me reading aloud from my mine.
The fact that I was reading Vampire chick lit and the books he was enjoying were from a selection that included pregnancy, trashy fantasy and historical fiction shouldn't warp him at all right?

Right?

wtf??

Am watching a show called 'Sparkle Friends'. Australian kids show that's been styilised like japanese anime.

All too weird.

If only we had a good child who believed in sleeping beyond 6am

Le Chomp

Way too amusing click here to go to the Lolmanuscripts blog and giggle the day away

I iz in yur garden squishing yur plantz

I iz in yur garden squishing yur plantz, originally uploaded by Miss DV.

squish
squish
squish

sometimes you get given a reminder of just how lucky you are

Whilst dragging my still slighty lurgied arse o the shops with the oh-so-very lurgied munchkin in tow, we stopped at the lights behind a group of kids and their carers. What made this different to any other school outing was that all these kids had spina bifida.

Like any parent, having my child have anything wrong with him kept me up at night while i was pregnant. We had already agreed to terminate the pregnancy if the tests showed that there was a high likelihood of Downs Syndrome. But there are a lot that you can't prepare for and those are the scary ones.

The fact that I have a happy healthy child who has all the bits he should, none that he doesn't and seems to have at least average learning capabilities really is something I should be grateful of more often.

phneh

i hink i'm so used to being at Fight Club onna Tuesday night that I don't know what to do with myself when we don't go. Torby has been home all day with MrNw so he wasn't a grumpy infectious thing at daycare today. He has my lurgy and is still too young to understand the 'no sneezing on people' rule.
Nw is also a bit sickly and really really tired so he's gone to bed.

This leaves me all on my lonesome.

no wine, no chocolate, no nuthin!

oh the woe!

red

Got into the shower this morning, turned water on, turned around to get shampoo and smiled at the red balloon that Torby had obviously dragged into the shower yesterday.

Every shower needs a red balloon apparently.

(naturally, my mind went to this song)

i neeeeeds a spiky pouch

found here via this cunning chick

For some reason I though of Hrothgar...strange really :)

I remember...

This lovely lass talks about her dad dying and has requested stories.
My mum died when I was 11. She had cancer for many many years before that so it wasn't a surprise.
I remember having to help her shower and massage her legs to help bloodflow.
I remember wearing her fake bosom on my head as hat and making her laugh.
I remember her crying because she was frustrated at being unable to do anything.
I remember being given a duckie by a woman who was in a bed next to mum.
I remember her brushing the few hairs she had left.
I remember feeling numb when dad got back from the hospital to tell us she had finally died.
I remember wearing yellow to her cremation.
I remember when I was pregnant with Torby wishing like hell that my mum could have been there to tell me what to expect and to feel and to think and to do.

Miss you mum.