Monday, 25 January 2010

Hardcore Knitter

I have posted before about my dear and so awesome friend Apwool and her hardcore knitting talents.

We were chatting the other night about another person and I said "But she is not a knitter like you. You know, hardcore" We laughed, as it's true, and funny. April loves to knit and she is damn good at it.
What I love most is that she knits for others, a lot. Never doing anything for herself. Knitting for others because she loves to knit and loves to give her creations to others to enjoy.

And for our family she has done it again. For the newest babe a gorgeous little hat and a beautiful Kimono. The Kimono was made bigger so bub will fit into it perfectly for when the cooler weather comes.

Here she is in her Kimono. I did have the hat on her but Miss almost 2 kept taking it off and trying to put it back on her, covering her eyes, poking her face. Sigh. The joys of older siblings helping.

I took a pic of the hat by itself, so you can have a better look at how cute it is.

Here is a closer look at the hat on bubba. How gorgeous do they both look!

The full ensemble. Hat, Kimono and matching fleece cover. Just by coincidence the fleece cover was from April too.
Thank you Apwool for taking the time to knit our bubba such beautiful creations!
Apwool will be starting a blog soon, for all her hardcore knitting. Stay tuned!

Sunday, 24 January 2010

You look different. A new hairdo?

Just a bit of a face lift. I felt like I wanted a change. Something a bit more bright, and cheery.
I am still working out where I want the gadgets, and am also adding more. Bare with me.
A change is as good as a holiday right?

A HUGE thank you to Apwool for helping me through the changeover and making me laugh along the way late last night.

Friday, 22 January 2010

When you're not watching......

A few times I have found my camera in places where I know I did not leave it. Today when Hub was uploading some pics we found close to 50 photos neither of us took, nor did the older children.

By photo number 4 we knew who it was. It helps that the little photographer was taking self portraits. A you will see below.

He also took some pictures of the room he shares with his sister. Yes, we shop at Ikea.

His bed. Well, part of it.

His hand. Who knows what is going through a 3 year old mind.

For some reason he moved into the kitchen and took a picture of inside the cupboard, under the sink.

Ooooh very interesting!! Bowls!

Monday, 18 January 2010

Posting a letter

Should be easy right?
No. Not when it involves my children. I had 2 letters to send off today. In a whirl of feeling good and so far being a good day I told the oldest boys they could go in the post office, get the stamps and post the letters. That way I could stay in the Bus outside the post office and not have to get the troop out.

So we park. I give 2nd eldest son the exact money he would need for two stamps. I gave them the two envelopes. One already had a stamp, the other did not. They were to buy the stamps, put one on the envelope that needed one, post the letters, and bring me back the spare stamp.
I have another letter that will need to be sent at the end of this week.

Anyway, so off they trot. Leaving behind a now crying toddler who wants to get out, a 3 year old who thinks the new car (well it's a bus, but I just can't bring myself to call it that yet) is his own personal Gym, to monkey about on the bars, jump over seats and make monkey noises as he goes along, a sleeping baby, and a 5 year old who has ants in her pants and is making life even harder for the toddler who wants out because she wants to do what the others are doing...

The older boys come back, hand me the spare stamp and say they put the letters in the box.
2nd son says the yellow box.
The yellow box? Why? Why would you do that? That is for express letters, with the specific yellow envelopes.
Go back, explain to the woman what you have done and if they can stay there, or need to be put in the red box.
So they go back, again.
Repeat above for the 4 children left in the car with me. Add me trying to call my Mum asking if photos we sent got through on her phone.

Boys come back. The woman had to open the yellow box with a key, get the 2 letters out, and then put them in the correct red box.
The red box, like every red box we have ever put letters into.
Why did they put it in the yellow one? Because the red box was over the other side and the yellow one was closer, next to the counter. Sigh.
What can I say, they get their laziness from me.

Finally we are home. A trip to the post office should not be this hard.

Thursday, 14 January 2010

Thursday, 7 January 2010

3 weeks...

All the pics of 'new baby' have her looking umm, wide eyed mixed with a bit of shock. Maybe it is the flash that takes her by surprise. Here she is in a gorgeous little outfit from my sister. She also gave bub a similar outfit that says I love Daddy, they are very cute.

Our sweet, darling, beautiful 6th child, decided the week before Christmas was the perfect time to be born. A crazy, manic time of year. I guess on reflection it is Hub and I should blame for the timing. A December baby, sure!

The last 3 weeks have been very busy, and that is even with taking things easy. New baby, Christmas, New year, heading over the other side of town to see my Doctor, then into the city to give them the millions of forms they want to make my baby legal. (The last one being a very small price to pay for having an unhindered birth.)

Amongst all that there has been visits with grand parents, family and friends, spending an hour or 5 on the net and computer sorting out all the plans we have for homeschooling this year, meal planning, and enjoying Hub being home while on 'Holidays' from work. In reality he has worked his butt of the last 5 weeks and I am very grateful to have a Husband like him. Just as I know he is grateful to have a wife who can birth his humongous children :)
Amongst the 3 weeks we have also taken a LOT of photos. This one captures my almost 2 year old (eek!!) and 5 year old little women. Taking a photo of just one child in our house is not really easy, there is always someone else running in the shot to join in. This is what happened here. My 5 year old wanted me to take a pic of her lack of teeth, and her little sister ran over saying :me too, me too, me cheeeeeese"

Three week old baby. You would be hard pressed to find a more loved, cherished, and adored baby. Sometimes a little too much love from the 1 year old, but it's all good. There is always an older sibling wanting to snuggle her.

And of course the token photo of one of the children asleep on Daddy.