Freaky Friday.

It's a very freaky sort of week.
Firstly, I actually read some news on the internet. Not something I do very often.
But, #%@#*@# and #@$@!%@#*!!!
What is going on in the world?
And why haven't I heard about the size of these before?
AND it's in Mackay!!
That's like about one giant spider step away from here!!
Not that it matters, as I'm going there next week!!! Bloody hell.
I'm vocalising all the profanities I've ever heard, said, thought, read and imagined very loudly in my mind right now.
This is what nightmares are made of:
http://www.news.com.au/story/0,,26025648-13762,00.html

But that's not all.
This is what I heard at the dinner table last night:
"Mum, Can I please have some more broccoli?"
WHAT THE??

Mother's worst Nightmares, part 1.

A situation you don't want to find yourself in.

Stranded at the Servo
On the way to school pick up
Sick and overtired
Tank filled with petrol unpaid for petrol
No wallet (who the hell took that out of my bag?!)
No phone (no phone means no phone numbers...and WHO'S BEEN IN MY BAG?!)
Toddler in arms
Sick toddler in arms
Sick toilet training toddler wearing knickers in arms
Sick toilet training toddler wearing knickers in arms and no nappy pack in car
Not permitted to leave Servo
Permitted a phone call but not knowing anyone's mobile numbers as they are all in my phone (except husbands)
Not permitted for husband to pay by credit card over phone
Not knowing anyone who could come within the hour on a Tuesday at 3pm to the servo to bail me out (remembering child waiting mournfully at school for pick up by very late mother)

Thankfully, Servo Guy was a very lovely patient person who, although he left it until I was obviously on the verge of a storm of tears, and I'd managed to pull out a very very old hospital photo ID that looked nothing like me and toddler had illegally demolished a few chocolate Kinder eggs, finally agreed to allow me to drive the 10 minutes back to my house to retrieve wallet. Though I did have to sign my life and body away first. Whew.

Thank you to the kind heart of that man who went against stict regulations to allow me to do this.
And a kick up the arse to those asshole people who steal petrol and add to such a distrustful society (yes, especially those ones who have done it with a kid in their arms pretending they've left their wallet at home).

Moments from the Dark of Night.

One late night chat with the funny two year old.
She'd wet through her nappy and I was changing her.

E: Is Daddy coming? In here?
M: yes
Dad enters room with clean sheets.
E: Hey Dude!
Dad: Hey
E: Hey, I wet the bed Dude!
She uses her demon possesed dude voice as she speaks.
Mum and Dad crack up laughing. Crazy child joins in.
Dad passes the sheets and prepares to leave.
E: Yeah, Go away Mate!

Other little trivial bits of info:

Favourite colour is Blue. Favourite number is 8. Esta LOVES Dora. Dora loves Boots. Boots loves Dora. Esta loves Boots and Dora. And she loves Diego's 'baby wawa-waa" (translation: baby jaguar). Often heard quoting Swiper by saying "Awww Man!" Like her parents, she needs an outing regularly in the forest, is a good eater, loves a good story and adores animals.

What the Girls are Listening to:

Ruth:








India:
She loves Kate Miller-Heidke too plus...







ESTA:

she loves to listen to all the above music. She also likes Wiggles.

Flourish News.

We were nominated for the 2009 South East Advertiser Business Achiever Awards recently, and this week we've found out we are finalists for the New Business of the Year Category. This is quite exciting news. It's really great to have this acknowledgement. We've had fantastic support from our customers and the community right from our opening, so this is a little icing on the cake for us.

Thank you to everyone for your support!

Quotable gems.

India: I really love it when I get to spend time with grown up friends. We play games and I wish they could be here more. (She said this when aunty Bec had visisted but was talking about all her aunties and uncles).

India: what do you call a tub watching TV? A teletub. (think Teletubbies...google it..lol) The latest of her very own made up joke which she is very proud of. She's very into jokes at the moment, and discovering what makes them humorous.

Esta:" I Essie. I Essie Mummy"

Mum: "Is that your name? I thought your name was Esta. Do you want me to call you Essie or Esta?"

Esta: "Call me Essie"

India calls her Essie. So now that is what she wants to be called. The decisiveness of a two year old.

She'll answer to Esta but if anyone asks her name she says she's "essie".

Esta: I scared *whimper*

Mum: Are you scared? What are you scared of?

Esta: I scared of the crocodile *head down eyes searching the room*

Mum: The crocodile, what crocodile? There is no crocodile here.

Esta: I scared of crocodile. Crocodile coming.

Mum: Well it won't come here. This is a house. Crocodiles don't like houses, they like water. Like a river.

Esta: And a pond.

Mum: yes and a pond.

Esta: crocodile in the pond. *smiles*

For the Book Lovers.

I've so much to tell, it's been a busy time since I last posted.

I aim to post more about that once I organise some photos and some time to write about it.

But in the mean time, I've found this long awaited for gem that I have my nose in every rare spare moment I get. Usually late at night as I try to get off to sleep. Enjoy!

Find out more here