So, we were watching Australian Idol last night after getting home from the "turning on of the lights" at a friends place and our conversation went something like this...
CJ: Oh I didn't know that winkle pickers were back in fashion.
Me: Huh?
CJ: You know? Winkle pickers.
Me: What are winkle pickers?
CJ: The shoes that he has on.
Me: When were they ever in fashion?
CJ: Oh I'd say the late 80's early 90's. That was the fashion back in the day. It was either those or rollers.
Me: Which were you?
CJ: I have to admit I wore the winkle pickers.
Me: Thought so. (laughing hysterically) With the jeans that were tapered?
CJ: Yep!
Me: Noice.
CJ: Don't think I would have liked them to pick my winkle though.
Monday, November 27, 2006
Thursday, November 23, 2006
One more thing....
Quite possibly these were the only 2 funny things that happened on our holiday.
Whilst in the church, and just prior to the Hayman incident, AJ turns to my husband and says "Pull my finger!"
I wonder who taught her that one???
Whilst in the church, and just prior to the Hayman incident, AJ turns to my husband and says "Pull my finger!"
I wonder who taught her that one???
Tuesday, November 21, 2006
Hey Man???
We went to a wedding on the weekend. It was a beautiful catholic ceremony held in a gorgeous church.
Our 3 year old came with us to "see the princess". She asked a few questions like "who lives here?" to which her father replied as religiously as he could muster "It is the house of the Lord AJ". Another friend decided to help out by adding, "he's friends with Santa".
Or "what's in the roof?" to which the obvious response was "Bats!"
Anyway, as is natural during a catholic wedding, there was alot of "Amen" thrown in for good measure.
AJ turned to me and said "Who is this Hayman anyway?"
The following day I asked if she remembered who lived at the church and she confidently answered "Hayman!"
Our 3 year old came with us to "see the princess". She asked a few questions like "who lives here?" to which her father replied as religiously as he could muster "It is the house of the Lord AJ". Another friend decided to help out by adding, "he's friends with Santa".
Or "what's in the roof?" to which the obvious response was "Bats!"
Anyway, as is natural during a catholic wedding, there was alot of "Amen" thrown in for good measure.
AJ turned to me and said "Who is this Hayman anyway?"
The following day I asked if she remembered who lived at the church and she confidently answered "Hayman!"
Saturday, November 11, 2006
Is there a worse feeling...?
So, I’ve been trying to figure out how to put this into words??? Before I start let me just say that everything is okay but I need to write this down.
Yesterday afternoon around 4ish I put Schmoo down for a quick sleep to try and hold her out for bed until 6ish. She’s been going down way too early and, as a result, getting up way too early (for me that is, not her).
She slept for about 15-20 mins and stirred again and I put the dummy back in hoping she would just sleep for a little bit longer until I had cooked her dinner.
About 4.55pm I went back in to see if she was stirring and was talking as I went up the hallway hoping that this would wake her up so she could have her feed, bottle and bath.
When I got to her cot she was lying very still with eyes open. Dummy in mouth but not sucking it. My first instinct was to push her? She rolled back to where she had been and still looked very still. I held my breath, my heart in my throat. The monitor was not on! A million thoughts raced through my mind. I went cold!
Finally, after what seemed like forever, she blinked. The slightest movement but at least it was movement. She seemed dazed and was just staring blankly at the wall.
I walked outside and burst into tears. Then, of course, hurried back in to pick her up and give her loads of cuddles! I have never felt such a sickening feeling in all my life. And when I have said before to mothers who have lost babies that I have no idea how they feel I was so right. Even now, I cannot comprehend how a mother or father lives with that feeling that I experienced ever so slightly yesterday. How they wake up every day and breathe in and out. I am getting goosebumps just thinking about it.
I am crying while I type this. Everytime I look at Schmoo I cry. Granted I’m a little hormonal – AF has arrived with a vengeance but OMG! That feeling, that horrible breathtaking, sickening, gut-wrenching feeling – words cannot describe that feeling.
Again, my respect (which, don’t get me wrong, has always been there for mums and dads with angel babies) has deepened even more for those that live with this feeling day after day. How they don’t let it totally consume them is beyond me.
Looking at it now, maybe she had only just opened her eyes because she heard me coming but wasn’t totally awake? Who knows? All I know is I will never forget seeing those eyes blink. Thank god she blinked!
Yesterday afternoon around 4ish I put Schmoo down for a quick sleep to try and hold her out for bed until 6ish. She’s been going down way too early and, as a result, getting up way too early (for me that is, not her).
She slept for about 15-20 mins and stirred again and I put the dummy back in hoping she would just sleep for a little bit longer until I had cooked her dinner.
About 4.55pm I went back in to see if she was stirring and was talking as I went up the hallway hoping that this would wake her up so she could have her feed, bottle and bath.
When I got to her cot she was lying very still with eyes open. Dummy in mouth but not sucking it. My first instinct was to push her? She rolled back to where she had been and still looked very still. I held my breath, my heart in my throat. The monitor was not on! A million thoughts raced through my mind. I went cold!
Finally, after what seemed like forever, she blinked. The slightest movement but at least it was movement. She seemed dazed and was just staring blankly at the wall.
I walked outside and burst into tears. Then, of course, hurried back in to pick her up and give her loads of cuddles! I have never felt such a sickening feeling in all my life. And when I have said before to mothers who have lost babies that I have no idea how they feel I was so right. Even now, I cannot comprehend how a mother or father lives with that feeling that I experienced ever so slightly yesterday. How they wake up every day and breathe in and out. I am getting goosebumps just thinking about it.
I am crying while I type this. Everytime I look at Schmoo I cry. Granted I’m a little hormonal – AF has arrived with a vengeance but OMG! That feeling, that horrible breathtaking, sickening, gut-wrenching feeling – words cannot describe that feeling.
Again, my respect (which, don’t get me wrong, has always been there for mums and dads with angel babies) has deepened even more for those that live with this feeling day after day. How they don’t let it totally consume them is beyond me.
Looking at it now, maybe she had only just opened her eyes because she heard me coming but wasn’t totally awake? Who knows? All I know is I will never forget seeing those eyes blink. Thank god she blinked!
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