Really Filthy Feet

Here's testament to a busy and fun filled weekend. Look at Tiny's filthy footsies as captured by my friend Anna.

You know those doughnut things on a tilt, that spin 'round and 'round? Well Tiny lies on it, doesn't move and waits for someone to push it and she just grips on like a koala on a tilt a whirl. Deeeesgusting.

So she asked me to wash her feet, I obliged. She promptly returned to the spinning doughnut and got her wet foot back in that dirty, dirty dirt.

What's a mama to do but let her play and get dirty and have fun?

Hip Hip!

It's Anna from Rummey Bears birthday today. It is! High fives to birthdays because they always make me so full of fun and silliness. She will probably knee cap me if she sees this post.

But Anna, let's have a big fat slab of cake when next we rendezvous. No more sharing a muesli biscuit. It's cake or nothing! Capiche?

As for me, I'm nervous about my first day at work tomorrow. I have a to-do list to get through tonight - squeak! What the heck was I thinking? I didn't even do the cooking I was planning to get through to do. Yowsers.

Anyway - back to Birthday Girl - say hi and wish her a very happy birthday - won't you?

image via Martha - Anna, maybe I'll make this for you?

Back In The Habit

I keep seeing things around about forming habits. It's everywhere I go. Every corner I turn. Under every leaf I flip (because I am always flipping leaves). No stone will be left unturned that is not banging on about habits. In fact, I can seriously say the habit forming epidemic is gripping the world. In a tight, overbearing grip.

And it got me to thinking about flossing my teeth.

Big jump there, huh?

But not really.

Earlier in the year I talked about things I would do. Not New Year's Resolutions (because those, damn fool, are made to be broken). Mine was a list of realistic things I wanted to do this year. Such as, er, flossing my teeth.

I was going incredible well until I got sick. I think I had flossed my teeth every single night (bar one) until I got sick, and that was six-ish weeks ago. My gums were sore and I couldn't face the soreness. Please get out the world's smallest violin.

Have a I lost you yet? Here. I'll throw some key words at you. Gingivitis. Heart disease. Bad breath. Not pretty? No. You don't say!

Well friends, it's time I set myself back on my merry path.

But wait! There's more!

Why don't you join me on this merry habit-forming trip? Come skip down the 21-day path with me. Have you got a habit you want to form? Do you? Sing it with me: do you? (Don't you want me?)

- Maybe you want to eat more chocolate
- Maybe you want to blog every day
- Maybe you want to get back into reading
- Maybe you want a nightly canoodle with your lover
- Do you want to go bike riding every day?
- Meal plan so you don't get to 5:30pm and have a meltdown and everyone winds up eating baked beans/eggs/leftovers (oh you don't do that, nope, me neither)
- Catch up with a friend every week?

- Are you wanting to learn to rollerskate?
- Perhaps this is not your speed at all. Maybe you just want to do the crossword each and every night?

Then this is for you! Get in the habit with PottyMouthMama!

Here's what we're going to do. You check in once a week with me for the next 3 weeks (that's so short, it won't hurt a bit, trust me, I'm an expert). It's not so much that it's intimidating, but I WILL hold you accountable and be asking you about your habit forming!

Think about it over the weekend, then we can kick off, and you check back into PMM on Saturday. It's a 21-step support group.

I don't want anyone signing up that wants to form a habit of picking their nose. Thanks but no thanks.

Are you in? Do you want to get BACK IN THE HABIT?

If so, grab the button and be gone on your merry habit forming ways (and add your name/link to the list).

My super fabulous friend Anna has made me two ridiculously awesome buttons (so damn RAD!) to choose from. I am seriously loving my makeover and think I will thwart any efforts made by Sally Field to become the non-flying Nun.

Michelle from Leni & Rose has done an ace to the power of wicked job of coding. You can pop over to her blog for deets on how to upload the button yourself (she has all sorts of tips and tricks up her blogging sleeve).

Continue to Squeeze

There were some things I neglected to mention in my previous post. Such as the importance of doing your pelvic floor exercises correctly. If you cheat, then you reap no benefit and you might as well chew bubblegum and drink soda pop for all your pelvic floor is going to garner from this effort.

I found this link, but if you think you might have a problem, do seek help, because accidental wees ARE avoidable. You CAN do something about it. There IS someone who can help you. And unfortunately it will not get better without toning those muscles.

When I first started going to the physio I rated a measly 19 on the squeeze-o-meter. The target squeeze is 30. Is this TMI? Too bad, that's what carrying two babes in my belly did.

And as Jodi from Che & Fidel pointed out, mamas who have caesareans are not out of the woods either, those muscles stretch from carrying around those big babies in bellies.

So everyone, mama or not a mama, use it or lose it!

I've included a clip for your pelvic floor motivation. Here's something to inspire you.



And before I zoom off to bed, Mama Mogantosh has been celebrating with streamers, pinatas and margaritas the Week O'Mamas. Head on over there to read about all sorts of mamas, including me. But don't mistake my head as the pinata, ok?

Toodles!

Seven Things..

This week I have been tagged by Wendy of the Textured Leaf and Anna at Rummey Bears for a Kreative Blog award. I have to tell you 7 things about myself and then pass it on to 7 blogging buddies (it's kind of like Seven Brides for Seven Brothers but without the nuptials.)

And 3-2-1, here we go:

1. I've worn glasses since I was 4. I had pink glasses right up until I was about 9. Then I switched to some sweet action Jonathon Sceats frames. Because let's face it, I know style.

2. When I was little I wrote stories all the time. I'd sit up on my Mum's typewriter and type them out straight from my head. I loved the clack, clack and the sleek black of that machine. I'd then illustrate them too with scratchy lines and coloured pencil.

3. I have shaved my head twice. It was an awesome feeling. Until one of my parent's very elderly friends thought I was a boy and then kept exclaiming that she thought they had had three girls, and in fact they had a boy. I sat there and didn't say a thing while my parents kept saying, 'No no, she's a girl.' She was deaf and partially blind, so probably continued thinking I was a boy. Shortly after I grew my hair back.

4. One night I was out with friends and this guy approached me. I exclaimed 'Wow you look like... YOU ARE TOADIE!' - it was Toadie from Neighbours. He quickly left me alone. Phew.

5. Every night before bed I insisted on my Dad tucking me in really tight. So tight I couldn't move. If I moved and and the sheets lost that tension, I called out to him to come and tuck me back in. I now realise why he would get so annoyed at me.

6. When I was growing up I wanted to be: a lawyer (until I found out how long they go to uni, er no thanks), a teacher, a writer, or a TV presenter.

7. I am really an overweight middle-aged man sitting here in my undies and a net singlet. Ok. I'm not. But I can't think of a seventh.

Can you?

Seven things for seven bloggers. Who wants to play?

- Two Tuesdays

- Mogantosh

- Georgie Love

- Paper Dolls For Boys

- Knot Sew Crafty

- Far Out Brussel Sprout

- Teddy Bear's Wednesday

Ok. I have the guilts. My seventh thing about me: I really love to dance on tables. Back in the day when I used to frequent Hugo's I used to clear stranger's tables off and hop up and dance. It was compulsive. It was contagious. It was uber fun.

Oh and the picture above is me. See how white my teeth are? Something to do with fluoride. I must have been 3, sans glasses.