Wednesday, 29 July 2009
"Daddy, pour it, out - I want to pour it" repeated loudly and often and hysterically.
Nooo, not at all over-tired
This meant he didn't get to choose a straw for the offending glass of milk. This lead to further hysteria. After much tears and recriminations, he eventually fell asleep.
Fast forward to 3am and what does he wake up sobbing...
....you guessed it....
"I want to pick my straw"
Finally got him calmed down and asleep but now I'm wide awake.
I'm consoling myself with the Buffy musical episode. It's a pretty good consolation.
Monday, 27 July 2009
Nachos, nachos night
Sunny winterey days that defrost my toes and make my scalp feel all warm and tingly
Clotheslines full of clean dry clothes
Playing Settlers of Catan with the fambily
Sunday morning markets with the fambly and the friends and the childrens
Toddlers in matching pink snuggleysnoots dancing to Playschool
Raspberry and passionfruit marshmallows of intensity
Friends getting in to sleepschools for not-at-all-tired-but-thanks-for-asking-myohmy-it's-hard-to-sleep-with-all-this-screaming-going-on babies
Discovering that we have a living room floor under all the mess
Helpful people on the end of the phone
Dumb Farm Town App on Facebook in all it's addictiveness
Happy songs getting stuck in my head
Vases of flowers that stink up the house
Friends having overseas adventures
Regaining some of my lung capacity as the gunkiness dissapates (hopefully)
whiskers on kittens and brown paper packages tied up with string. It's traditional after all.
Wednesday, 22 July 2009
Monday, 20 July 2009
Friday was cooking sticky spicy porkribs and catching-up with Megzz'n'Smurg and the hours between 9pm and 1am dissapearing.
Saturday was roast vegie cous-cous with haloumi and chicken w/ Meg &Jamie and MrAndrew and MissJimmy.
Sunday was markets and seeing Mouse&Tops&Jasper and then running away to the pub sans munchkin to catch up with my warcrack nerds including one up from Melbourne. Utterly beautiful weather for lounging around a beergarden, laughing and chatting. A few of us ended up at dinner at the always nummy Thai Phothong on King Street. nomnomnom.
The price to be paid for all of this is the return of the cough o' doom complete with throwing up. Seemingly I'm not completely cured and big big weekends make it all worse. Oh so worth it though.
I got to cook and eat and drink and most importantly of all, see a whole bunch of people I hadn't seen in a while for one reason or another. I feel a bit more connected again.
Friday, 17 July 2009
Wednesday, 15 July 2009
There will be H&A's wedding
There will be flying on a big big big biggest plane
There will be finding cool kids stuff to do.
There will be the finding an apartment to stay in - want to have separate living/sleeping areas
There will be finding a way to get from Melbourne to wedding and back again.
There will be much bribery involved.
There will be convincing people to come and catch-up in said apartment because we can't be out past bedtime.
There will be fun and adventures
There will be a well-rested MrNw to come home to who can tell us all about his adventures of being alone for a few days. I expect these adventures will centre around, sleep, save world, go to pub.
I'm looking forward to it.
Sunday, 12 July 2009
Friday, 10 July 2009
Miss Hunnydd took some photos on the weekend (yay) and now that she's home again, she finally put them up on flickr for us. This is my favourite one of me and my frock (why must i be pulling a dumb head in every photo?? Why??)
Yay for frocks and photos of them and yay for ginormous arses and puff sleeves!
Clicking on the piccie will take you to her flickry site.
Thursday, 9 July 2009
The phrase 'it would be extremely rare for someone your age to have cancer' is comforting, but not quite comforting enough, if you know what I mean. She's definitely ruled out emphysema though, which is nice.
The new theory is that the shadow on my lungs is a bunch of gunk leftover from the pneumonia and it's being kept there by a lump of mucus. I have a month to make it go away (hello nebuliser and decongestants and coughing regime) or I have to go get a tube shoved down my throat to see what's really there.
Oh, the excitement. Oh, the glamorousness.
Tuesday, 7 July 2009
My main email addy is my gmail one. It has been for a while but am now making it official. The other one will get checked occasionally.
If you don't have my gmail one one, leave a comment and I'll send it to you.
Monday, 6 July 2009
hateful probably cancerous lungs, I should do sewing, hateful probably cancerous lungs, I shall distract myself by sewing, ahhh better. sleep is for the weak
2am and all is not very well! ooo CT scan is interesting, it's going to be cancerous, I hate waiting, soooo tired, should sew but brain doesn't work, did I mention I was tired? and scared? and fretting? and that I hate waiting? hooray! not the evil C word! hoorah! I am a big doofus! Champagne is needed. bugger, last big night to do useful sewing and brain still isn't working.
work, work, home home, sew, sew, pack, pack, save the world, pack pack, sew, sew, sleeeeeeeeep.
Big girly Roadtrip! Squeeeeee! No sleeps to go! Sewing in the car makes 10hr roadtrips go zooom. Don't blame it on the sunshine. All your Melbourne are belong to me! Ooo sparkly lights outside hotel window. Yay for going out for dumpling sand food and chats with a chum. Manic and bouncy from finally being here and would asplode if there was no-one to direct it at. Sleep in big big bed all to myself, Oh the luxury of space.
markets and hot jammy donuts and bratwurst and walking down Collins st wih Charlie. So much architecture pron. Keep walking all across the city and the pretty park and ah here's home for next few days. Unpack. Lunch at wine bar on Gertrude St in Fitzroy is rooly rooly yummy. More 'sploring. Beverages in town and coffee in Camberwell with chums is extra fun. Doombaby loves ratty. Dinner with lots of people. Hugs and laughter and amusement and delighftully bad tv and deeeelicious baked goods.
Day of the frock. But first brekkie on Lygon st at cafe that Meg used to go to a lot. v v yummy. Time for frockage. Soo much needs to be fixed but it did look kinda awesome if I do say so myself. Amusing photos and food and wine and pretty frocks on lots of people, and cute venue and weirdness and court and lovely to see people and drinks bacxk at apartment. Standing around outside with nothing covering my upper chest did my lungs no end of good (not). The cough came back with a vengeance. No sleep for anyone.
Tired, grumpy, wheezy, need alone time. Brekkie again at cafe, uber nummy. Yay for arts markets and art gallery and seeing different people and food and wandering around and AJ helping me with my small-boy-addiction. Bus ride of weirdness to airport, waiting, waiting, flying, flying, walking, walking....MY BOYS ARE HERE!!! Hugs and kisses and I love you and I miss you and tell me about your weekend and more hugs and kisses and presents and snuggling on couch and early bed and many a sigh of contentment.
Was lovely to go away, Was lovely to spend time with good friends (next time will manage to spend more time with the lovely people who live there - I likes them and didn't see nearly enough time with them), was lovely to see the prettiness that is Melbourne and was extra lovely to come home to my little hovel and lie on the couch being happy.
Wednesday, 1 July 2009
We leave delightfully early tomorrow morning.
I still have so much sewing to do, but 10hrs of car trip plus extra to do it in. Think I'll take Charlie up on her offer to do some sewing for me as well.
Last night's Fight Club was a write-off for me. Hateful lungs taking up valuable brain space and sewing time.
Am trying to squish everything into overnight bag thing and a backpack. Packing light happens to other people. I try and fail.
Will promise to make sure there are photos of me in frenchypants frock o' doom. Actually want to get photos of other people's frocks as well. Need photo of Meg and I as Bobsy twins. We've both made late period frocks, both in a gold/natural tone brocade. No it was not planned. People probably won't notice the effect, but it makes us giggle.
Met MissMegzzz in town todat at the lovely french pattisserie in The Rocks and had rooly rooly good healthsome food. Yes, butter and eggs used in those quantities makes it healthsome right? Was healthsome to the soul at least.
Now for last bits of pottering and then bed methinks.