Tying Laces. And Other Stuff

We are currently drowning under a pile of Year 1 homework.


When I was in Year 1 we didn't have homework. Well certainly not to this extent. (And when I was a girl Paddle Pops were 60 cents, and I walked home by myself.) This week we have a daily reader, homework books, Mathletics, and a talk on rhinos to do. Fo' realz. 


Amidst all this, we're teaching the Doctor how to tie his shoelaces. You can pooh pooh me all you like - and say we are late bloomers to this, but I am not one to push, and we do things at our own speed, when we are good and ready. 


On the weekend I found this video that I thought was a cute way to teach your kid how to tie their shoelaces. 

Ordinary people must be saying: "But PMM, why do you need a video?" Well a couple of years ago I discovered that I don't tie my shoelaces correctly, I have some funky way of tying them, and it's not completely successful. It still serves me well, but I thought I'll relearn with the Doctor so we can learn together.


So I am now learning to tie my laces too. 

Bird-Watching & Old Knockers: What Does It Sound Like In German?

heart shaped petals that reminded me of this lady

My Dad kindly informed me yesterday that he thought pottymouthmama was a bit boring of late. He's not so into fabrics.

In the interests of any men that might be reading, I'm going to have to step it up a bit. I have to think of something decidely un-boring. So that rules out 90% of my life (hey I'm not criticising my life, I love being home with the babies).

Given that there's still one sleep 'til garbage night there's not much to post on my bin.

So gents, perhaps you'd like to know what makes us tick over here at pottymouthmama HQ? Or perhaps not...? But maybe you've been wondering what sound a German train makes? A German donkey perhaps?

Click through here and find out.

In other ground-breaking news, The Doctor, my baby girl (who will from now on be referred to as Tiny) and I have been going on our walks. In fact, the Doctor has also formed this walking habit too, and is a great advocate for getting our walking shoes on and checking out the neighbourhood. He's a hardcore walker. Though we have one small problem. Every walk, without fail he wants a drink and we always forget his bottle. I know an easy fix. Remember the bottle. Genius! MENSA will probably be calling me soon.

I went to scout out the bin early. It's already full. It took much self-control to not launch myself into their yard and go rummaging early. Oh yes, it certainly did. Already I have it pegged to holding old tea towels and other kitchen accoutrement this week. Well, one can only hope. And I'm hoping it's not dustballs. That's for shizzle.

And just like clockwork - the teenage boy on the small motorbike rode out. Quel bizarre! Here's photographic evidence.

The Doctor loves to snap some pics of our walk. Today 'rad dogs' skating.

Anyway our walk today - we bird-watched - the feathered variety (sorry gents) with an old pair of 'knockers' that were gleaned from the bin in the initial motherload. The red ones, so I am told by the Doctor, 'are crummy'.

And news to hand - sewing classes start next week - my sewing machine got serviced yesterday (finally! woohoo!) - so ladies, get your engines revving. But what to make? What's something super dooper simple, what's a fail-safe easy pattern for a sewing novice such as myself? I'm thinking I might head off to Tessuti and glean some ideas from them. Ideas?

Better Dad?