Average April

There's nothing wrong with being average. Most people are average on first glimpse, though once you take a closer, longer look, they are supersonic. Charge your glasses, because FINALLY Magical March is at a close. Phew. There were days when I didn't think I would make it all because of the pressure of my own sodding project, but I've made it out the other side. Thanks to everyone who participated.

As part of April I am going to be blogging daily about what's average in my life. Just jokes. BUT - exciting things happening here right now-skis...:

- received my copy of Meet me at Mike's - so exciting, can't stop looking at it. But where to start? 26 projects to choose from... Where are you starting? At the start?

- my Mum brought down my grandmother's sewing machine. The one that was missing the pedal. Yes. Now thanks to my Mum it has a pedal and is ready to roar into the evenings. I've been practising sewing making a bath mat and towel for the Doctor's doll house

- we're getting ready for the Super Dooper Mail Swap organised by Christie at Pigeon Pair. The Doctor's excited big stylie to get some mail, and we're super excited to be getting crafty with some postcards. Just don't expect too much from us, alright?

- my Dad thinks I seriously think alright is spelt awright. Nope - Dad I really know how to spell it, I was just being a geezer

- it's raining and I love the rain. Perfect for snoozing

- I played a really great April Fool's joke on my sister - yeeehaaaaw!

- Easter is JUST AROUND THE CORNER - giddy up, Easter craft here we come.

Magical March: Day 24

(I may have missed some 'magical' days, let's just pretend you didn't notice, awright?!)

It doesn't even feel Autumnal at the moment, in fact, it's kinda hot. But in a nice way, not in a stifling, dangerous way. It's cool enough to sometimes wear a cardi, but warm enough to enjoy that slight Autumn breeze slow dancing in on the coat-tails of Summer.

So I've gone AWOL a few days. Sorry 'bout that. I am sure you've been checking your email every hour on the hour wondering just where is PottyMouthMama, so inspiring, witty and creative are my posts (ahem). Slamming down your cup-of-cino (am I alone when I say, I can't stand when people say cup-of-cino?!) and thinking, damn girl, get your freak on and get back to blogging. Well here I am.

Having spent the last six days daydreaming of holidays, of someone else cooking me dinner (yes Hoppo Bumpo, I hear you loud and clear), losing time in book stores, looking for shoes in apparently all the wrong places (hello, has anyone ever heard of a woman with a size 12+ foot? Apparently not. Nope no shoes for me. Just thongs and sneakers. Hot. Uber hot.) and going on yet another date with my husband, I am back friends. Back!

And for you today, a little bitta eye candy. More doilies. It's doil-rific! Sitting in the sun enjoying their new life with moi. Ain't life grand?

Magical March: Day 19

The hot lunch date was super good. Recharged our love batts, remembering dates from long ago, ate a sandwich together, uninterrupted conversation. Ok there was not much conversation during lunch because these were big sandwiches. And delish too. But it was fun hanging out, in the big shiny city.

And we did manage to capture our first date in a long time on film. Or photo paper at least. Matt and I used to routinely seek out photo booths during our courtship days (I love the word courtship and try and weave it into as much conversation as possible) and have collected loads of strips of photos this way. So we snuck into a booth and captured ourselves. Dodgy photo of photos, but you get the drill, capiche?

And you asked for more of the doily delights, perhaps I can do daily doily delights (or not, how much doily can you bear?). You know I counted over 80 doilies in that choc box, so you know, it could keep me blogging a lot more.

this one's my favourite. if i were a bride over again (fear not Matt, just thinking if we did our wedding again), I'd be working this baby into my dress somehow. heavenly deeelight!

Magical March: Day 14

Weekends for me are like a cool breeze. Or a chance to breathe and prepare myself for the week ahead. I have a whole to-do list to kick through, and if I don't get to cross everything off, I feel a little disappointed.

Tiny kicked off the weekend by being awake for over three hours in the middle of the night. Thank you for that. I've reintroduced myself to tired-ness. Not that we weren't well-aquainted. Tired-ness and I stretch way back to when I was first pregnant with the Doctor. We're tight.

I'm tidying up. Getting things organised. Trying madly to avoid Twitter. Baking. Shaking. Stitching. I'll show you my latest stitchy efforts when I get a little further into it.

Above is a very grainy photo of the Doctor and I. The Doctor is sporting his new swimming goggles. He likes to wear them all day long. To the shops. In the car. Around the house. In the bath. I like him to wear them too, it makes me giggle. Magical little people.

Back To Magical March: Day 12

I've missed a few days. Punish me if you will, but I needed to take some time out of trying to see things magically for a moment to push through the week.

Today is Magical Thursday.

After forgetting to attend a meeting with my accountant on Monday, I turned up to see him today, albeit it 1/2 hour late. He's a rad guy. He didn't mind. He didn't even blink an eye when he saw the state of disarray my tax/accounting is in. Man, oh man, did I mention I hate paper work?

I stayed up late last night continuing Magical Methodical March. Silverfish be damned because you're not going to be eating here tonight. Awright? I even just found an invoice I've been hunting for for the past 36 hours. Magical and then some. Turn it up!

Since the last time you saw me, I've become magically hooked on Twitter. My favourite for the moment is Diddy. My goodness, his updates have made me laugh. But then I decided that things were going Twitter-ific when Matt exclaimed, "PottyMouthMama, now you're twittering to me about Tweeters." It's true. I hang my head in shame. IN SHAME MY FRIENDS. My whole life has become one online par-tay that I must attend at all hours. Breakfast, count me in. Lunch, snore - already here. Dinner, what's Diddy eating? Shame on me.

This afternoon we're busting out of the house once Tiny decides to rouse from her beauty sleep. We're heading to the park. There's no dinner to be had (let's just get it over with and delete it, no one's interested, alright?!). We're busting up some bark chip and we're gonna get vertical on the slide. Awww yeah. Magical March. Ain't nobody like you.

Magical March: Day 9

I'm kicking goals today. Mopped the floors, almost finished the washing, doing some work, getting ready for sewing, baked ANZAC biscuits before pre-school and then - forgot to go to the accountant to organise my tax. For last year. No amount of diarising reminded me of this little gem.

So now I am being studious and getting organised. Because for me, being organised means I can not possibly forget. Well I can, but getting organised means a bit of work - and at this stage it means hole punching a whole lot of paperwork and filing it so it stops floating around our house.

I seem to hoard as much for as long as I can and then get sick of old bills etc being around, so then I file them.

I'm interested to know, I try to have as little paper around as possible, but there always seems to be a tidal wave of paper propaganda floating in the mail. What do you do with yours?

Not exactly Magical - but let's call today - Methodical.

Magical March: Day 8

Are you feeling it? In Sydney, it's overcast, a little cool, perfectly Autumnal. Ideal for snuggling under quilts and watching old movies.

Well. If I didn't have two wee ones, perhaps that's what we'd be doing.

But instead, we went to Bunnings this morning. One of my favourite places to visit. You may think I am odd - but there's something about a hardware store that gets me. Maybe it's the endless possibilities. It makes me feel excited. Gets me thinking about our home and how we can make it ours (no mean feat when you live with your in-laws). I left with two plastic storage boxes to keep the big, fat silverfish at bay, and a tube of gap sealant. Exciting, non?

It's raining too. Just the sound of drizzle. Even more perfect for snuggling, snoozing. Baking. We're making lasagne for dinner.

Today? What's Magical? Sundays are always pretty good in my book. But today I got to finish some old projects. Gulp. Remember these PJs? Well now they finally have buttons.

Magical March: Day 7

Am I copping out here? Nope. Not one iota.

Magical for me. A frozen Mint Pattie. Remember these old favourites? If you don't, then you really need to accquaint yourself, like pronto!

Mint Pattie, meet my friend, dear reader. Dear reader, meet my other dear friend - Mint Pattie.

How do you do?

Magical March: Day 6

Day 6 of Magical March. You've caught me mid-hop. But I'm going to post something magical damn fool!

Magical for us today was making 'goop'. Yes that's right. Have you made goop? My goodness, it's so much fun that the Doctor and I sat spellbound for at least an hour, only packing it away when Tiny woke up (because Tiny would have liked to get her tiny little mittsies on it and probably eaten the lot).

Goop is incredibly tactile. Tactile to me is MAGICAL sensory deeeee-lite! Messy. Magical.
So here's the recipe if you feel the need to magic up some goop.

1 packet cornflour

1 cup water
colouring (optional)

Mix cornflour with water a little at a time so there are no lumps and bumps. Put the goop into a flat baking dish.

You can remove goop from carpet by allowing it to dry then brushing or vacuuming it out. Goop can be re-used after it has dried out. Crumble it into powder then restore it to goopy consistency by adding water one tablespoon at a time.

Are you enjoying a Magical March?

BTW - The Doctor is sporting his 'chef' hat courtesy of one of my friend's MILs. So cute.

Magical March: Sneaky Day 5

Autumn is playing with me. Already racing me up in the morning, making it all crispy, cool. What a flirt!

Late at night I jump into bed, rustle under the covers, try to get a little warmer and ahhh - bliss, I am asleep. Tiny slept through last night. What a champ!

This morning I woke to a duller morning, I could even call it a little bit cold. I grabbed my hoodie and got the washing on.

While it's mundane, days at home are some of my very best. I love being able to hang the washing out at my own leisure. The Doctor and I have made a simple banana cake, the smell has filled the house with that goodness. Tiny has given herself a beauty treatment with a Laughing Cow cheese (she must have read in Baby Love that it's good for her hair and complexion). Life is good. Autumn is super.

So Autumn, we're in love. Even if you don't know it yet, we're in crazylove.

Magical March: Day 4

I am going double-time so I can catch up on Magical March. Since I invented it, it's the least I can do, right?

So Magical March. Let's see where you can take me today. Watch me pull a rabbit out of my hat!

1-2-3 kazaaaam!

Et voila!



Please watch out for 1min 10 - that woman's very special spectacles (and is that young Helena Christensen in the background?

1 min 45 - something very magical indeed, Copperfield's jacket. Magic it my way baby!
Goes without saying, the mystified vox pops at the end are very magical.

Magical March: Day 2...

Ok so it's really day three, but I missed yesterday and really, I'm lucky to be sitting here typing at all. Call me pooped, I feel like I've spent most of the day in the car. Hello Sydney traffic!

So Magical March, where are you? Playing in the trees that are about to turn? Skipping in the gentle afternoon breeze? Come out, come out, wherever you are!

While technically it's not Autumn just yet, but I go by the calendar, and to me, this is the beginning of it.

SOME (but not all) good things about Autumn:
- stomping on crunchy leaves
- raking leaves and running through them, throwing them skywards
- exit hideous Summer
- rugging up a little more each day
- that sweet cool air that lets you know - I am alive!
- rosy cheeks

Today is a pictureless post. Forgive me. But do tell me, what are your favourite things about Autumn?

Welcome Autumn:: Hello Magical March

So it's the first day of Autumn here. Thank goodness.

I got to enjoy some time outdoors with my smalls. Just me and them. It was calm. Beautiful. They'd both had huuuuge sleeps, their batteries re-charged. We played hide and seek. The babes giggled. We dug in the sand pit. Tiny sampled some. Delicious! Extra fibre! The Doctor and I dug roads and rescued trucks. I looked skywards - oh how I love to look skywards, through tree branches. It almost makes me giddy, those green leaves, that sky. Oh hello Autumn, we welcome you with open arms. We're waiting for the coloured goodness you're about to show.

Later the four of us went for a walk. A nice long walk. The Doctor rode his trike. We saw the black and white bunny again, but she hid because of the dog. Next time we hope to stroke her softness.

Welcome March, and welcome Autumn.

This is the start of my 'Magical March'. Each day I'm going to find something magical to blog about. Play along if you're feelin' it. Tell me too. (I might even go so far as to make a Magical March sidebar - I know, I know, amazing. But it is Magical March after all.)