Stuff

It's the pointy end of the year and it's really starting to hurt.

I ran around all weekend, and on my day off, I think I spent more time in the car than anywhere else. And I've still got shopping to do.

My body even aches!

But onwards I go - and so do you friends, because that's what we do.

Tiny celebrates her fourth birthday on Friday and I can barely believe it's been four years since that little mermaid swam into the world. Probably time for another baby. Matt. Hear that??

The Doctor had his school presentation tonight, and received a citizenship award. Of course I got teary. I was already teary when the Kindy + Year One choir sand 'True Colours'. The Doctor's award tipped me over the edge. Proud.

Did I tell you I shrunk in the wash? Yep. And I dyed my hair red. Hawt or what?

I don't really have much else to report on.

Oh - and yet I do. We got our Christmas tree on the weekend. I spent Saturday afternoon decorating it, a bit baffled the smalls weren't interested in helping, but I kept on humming away with the dazzle and sparkle. That night, after it was looking perfect, the damn thing fell over. Yes. You can only imagine my glee. So I went and bought a proper Christmas tree holder thing. This is an investment my friends, but worth it. The tree is - VERTICAL! Be amazed. Be astounded.

Have you decorated?

Getting My Christmas On

I am so excited about Chrismtas this year.

Let's face it. I am excited about Christmas every year.

As the smalls get less small, I think my excitement grows, because the greater the understanding of Christmas.

We bought our tree today from the nice gents at Apex, and the money goes to charity. Win:Win.

We brought it home, and I've been decorating the house ever since. I am in a state of great excitement.

Spare a thought for those doing it tough this Christmas. If you can, pop a little gift under a Wishing Tree for a little person. I know Kmart has them in conjunction with the Salvation Army, and lots of other shopping centres do something similar. I always get my smalls to choose something they'd like, to give to someone their age. Helping someone feel a bit brighter makes Christmas much more special.

And if you're stuck looking for a gift for someone really difficult, or would just like some awesome gift ideas, check out Oxfam. They are always my favourite types of gifts to give.

I Got A Little Dog

So he's not real, but I think he's cute. Right? He's ceramic. No need for walks. No picking up poopies. No brushing required. He's hanging in our bedroom and I think Matt is a little scared of him. Sorry Matt. Having a dog is a lifelong commitment.

PottyMouthMama Grand Central:: Peak Hour

It's hitting peak hour here at PMM Grand Central. Our headquarters have been run amok with Christmas activities, and the state of the house is testament. Santa, all I want for Christmas is a housecleaner to whizz in and wave a magic wand - and begone mess! We've got glitter where you wouldn't believe. Sequins all over the kitchen table, the house smells like gingerbread, and the washing up is piling up. Presents to wrap, Christmas songs to play, and more Christmas baking on the agenda.

Our salt dough decorations are decorated - bedazzled within an inch of their life. There's a whole lotta sparkle on them there decorations, the Doctor is particularly heavy handed on the bling. What's not to love about bling? Who isn't into it?
Gingerbread biscuits are fresh out of the oven and smell divine. I may have indulged in a few too many. Just the wonky ones. One word of advice on this front, the recipe I used from this book said to put the holes in the biscuits when they were fresh out of the oven. I did this, and risked life and limb (of the gingerbread men, not me) by cracking the biscuit with my skewer. I think do it before the oven, then you eliminate this risky business.

And finally, I've been busy stitching a little onesie for a little one. A while back I began embroidering straight onto a singlet, but it proved too fiddly for me, so I ditched that in favour of this one. I did French knots for the collar. Now that took me some time, after I finally figured out why I really was getting into a knot before I even pulled the stitch through.

This means I can now cross a few things off my to-do list. Finito!