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Wiggy’s Bday, Beachin It, & I Eat Too Many Cupcakes

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Now that the weather is warming right up, I have been trying to get the boys out to the creek or beach as much as possible. Unfortunately it has also been windy, which kind of ruins the perfect beach weather. Sad Face.

Sunday was a little pre-birthday bbirthday celebration for Wiggy. The little rascal is now 2, and my sisters family, myself, and the boys gathered at Kingscliff Creek for a picnic lunch and birthday cake. The day was nice and sunny, and while we were waiting to leave the house, I quickly made some (more) brownies for M’s school snacks. OK I lie they’re mostly for me but whatevs.

Kingi Creek was nowhere near as packed as Currumbin Creek gets on the weekend, and now I know why – it was so gross! Everyone in Kingscliff must head up to Currumbin now. Admittedly, it was low tide. But the beautiful old Kingi Creek is no longer there. The sand is sludgy and muddy, there are hardly any sandy beachy bits left, and what is there is not white sand, but is dark with blackish streaks. The last few years, the creek and beachfront have copped a bit of a battering. So much sand and dunes have washed away that even the road in one of the carparks has collapsed and is now cordoned off. The caravan park is being held up by scaffolding, the coastguard tower that used to stick out on the bar is almost an island, and the surf club is in danger of washing away. But in any case, it was interesting to see how it looks now.

We had a little trouble trying to find a good spot to set up camp, but eventually we did, and it was nice and private until some random lady’s WET DOG rocked up and shook itself all over us, the food, cake, drinks, and our various gear.

Wiggy had fun in the water though, as did M and K. I plonked K in the shallows and let him splash away, while M floated about on his bodyboard.

After we snacked out, had a slice of birthday cake, and watched him open some presents, the tide started coming in quite fast, so we decided to move camp up the bank to a picnic table that was nearby. From there, C and I looked after the 2 littlies while M went fishing with Wiggy’s dad and friend. M caught a fish, which was quite funny. Even though he doesn’t mind fishing, he is not especially interested in it, yet always manages to catch something.

C and I decided to build a farmyard for the animals that Wiggy got for a gift, while K crawled around exploring, and Wiggy fluttered in between the fishing and the serious business farm building.

All in all it was a nice afternoon, and a nice way to help celebrate Wiggy’s birthday.

 

 

Today was another warm day, and after spending the day cleaning, feeding, changing and rocking the little heffalump, I was ready to spend an hour at the creek after picking up M from school. I got to his school early, as his class was doing a presentation at the assembly. M had been going on about it for ages, and like the slack person that I am, I actually forgot about it, and was looking at the normally half full carpark that was full, wondering what was going on, until I realised it was probably full of all the other parents watching their kids performing. Luckily the performance had only just started, and I got some pics of M. He had a main speaking part and played his role very well.

After we left the school we headed straight to the creek but unfortunately the wind was much much stronger down there, and even though we splashed about a bit, it really was not a nice place to sit and pass the time. We watched some guys kite surfing for a while. We headed home after about 45 mins.

After we got home I whipped up (another) batch of cupcakes. I have run out of vanilla, so I used rosewater and holy cow they are good and maybe a little too good cos I have eaten 2 of them already and feel a little sick. I think I need to start posting diet recipes or something… or something… haha.

 

EDIT: Does anyone else notice how eerily similar this post is to Renovales? Mine went up first, you know!!! *coughcoughCOPYCATcoughcough*

Spring has sprung! And I feel slightly murderous…

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Yesterday was the first day of spring for us Southern Hemispherians, and it felt like it couldn’t come fast enough. Could have something to do with the last 10 days or so of rain and clouds, give or take 1 or 2 in the middle. Can you say cabin fever?!

K and I decided to celebrate the new season by heading down to Currumbin Creek, and getting our toes wet.

Currumbin Creek, just around the corner from my house.

While we were there, we met up with a friend of mine, D, who had just bought herself a new toy.But first, let me give you the back story…

A few weeks ago, I called D, the convo went a little like this:

Me: Hey, let’s do stand up paddleboarding!

Her: Huh?

Me: You know, paddleboarding! I found a place that does lessons for around $15. It’s coming into spring, so the weather will be warming up, and it looks like fun. Plus, you like the beach and I think you would like it too. So you should do it with me!

Her: Ok, sounds interesting. Give me the info when I see you at the sports center opening, and I’ll check if I can fit it in to my schedule.

Me: Cool!

So the next time I saw her was at a school picnic (our boys are in the same year at the same school), and I told her the website, the cost, etc etc, and we sort of left it at that. She is doing a prep for uni course, works as a medical receptionist, and has 2 boys, so she had to check it would fit into her family/work/study life.

Fast forward 2 weeks, and she goes on a quick 3 day holiday with her hubby and kids to the sunny coast. While she was away, she posted some photo’s of them using the resort’s rental SUP’s. I commented, saying ‘Sa-weeeeeeeeeet! Is it AWESOME?!’ And she replied with ‘Hey, I forgot to check if I can fit in those classes! Lets sort it out when I get home.’

Fast forward a few more days, she has gotten home from her holiday, and tells me she has caught the bug. Her birthday is in a few weeks (from this point in the story. From today as I write this, it’s tomorrow), and she wants to get a SUP for her birthday prez.

So the last 3 weeks or so she has been sending me pictures and videos of various boards she has been looking at, and yesterday, after settling on one, she picked it up and we went paddleboarding with her. Only quickly, though, I went on it for about 15-20 mins, just in a little circle and out to the middle of the creek and back. I put K on it for a minute, as it is so wide he has no problem with balancing on it if he is sitting right in the middle. He seemed to really enjoy it, slapping the deck, peering over the edge, and looking around at the different view from the water as opposed to the water’s edge.

K on his first SUP experience

 

You are welcome to assume this is what I looked like on my first SUP experience

Ok so here’s where my big rant comes in…

I WANTED TO GO PADDLEBOARDING FIRST! I said ‘lets try it out’ so she goes and BUYS A BOARD. Just so you know, they’re not cheap. And the boards she was looking at? One of them had K’s name on it, as the brand name! His name is not exactly common. She sent me pictures of it, saying she was thinking of getting it, and isn’t that cool. Yes it’s cool. IF IT’S MY BOARD! The board she ended up getting was a different brand altogether, but it has a huge, beautiful turtle on it. And if you know me personally, then you know why that may get to me. I love turtles, and have them tattooed on me. And SHE picks out a turtle board! ARRRGH!

The turtle decal

I know it’s extremely childish of me to be irritated, and I should just be happy for her, but I can’t help but feel annoyed. I should be stoked that now I will have someone to do SUP with, but she is going to be killing it on her brand new, beautiful retro styled, wooden look, turtle decal SUP which is pretty much exactly MY dream board. While I am on a banged up rental. When I am the one who wanted to do it in the first place, and invited her to do it with me. She just had to go one better.

Le Siiiiiiiiiiiiigh…

Last week I called her and said I had found a place around the corner from us that does ‘boxing for parents’. They take the kids off and do an Active After School program with them for free while the parents do the boxing. And the classes are only $3!! Winning. We are hoping to go to our first class next week. She said she had to make sure it fit in with her schedule first, but I am wondering if she is just giving herself time to go and buy a boxing bag, gloves, and some private lessons with Danny Green first. You know. So she looks the best. As always.

Hair today…

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I have been thinking about cutting my hair or changing up the hairstyle of late… Not that there is much of a style, as much as a… failure of humanity. I have pretty longish (reaching the bottom half of my back) brown hair. It has this evil wave that is neither proper curly nor proper straight, but somewhere in between. When it wants to play nice it just behaves itself and goes curly (with the help of a lot of product, hair dryer, whip and chair), but it never ever wants to play it straight. Even when I use my super old, super ancient, super…ceded flat iron, it gets this gross, flat, pressed look around the top and towards the ends looks like it is literally waiting for me to lock my front door and then *twang* it’s curly and partying. Of course I could probably solve this particular issue if I had the help of my friend Mr GHD but my budget does not stretch that far (although I will just mention that I know where to buy them for $150, all colors, and my birthday is in October in case anyone was wondering. Just sayin.).

Anyway.

So yeah, I was sort of half toying with the idea of cutting it short but then I’m not really sure I actually want short hair as much as I want a change. And short hair is a commitment for someone who has not had short hair since… I was about 12.

So then I figure I really just need to get out of the ponytail/half-ponytail-half-bun rut. Which is so so true. It’s all I ever do to my hair. Not that the 8 month old or the 8-year-old even notice. What do they care as long as they get fed and watered and played with, right?

So I thought I would present to you all some hair porn. Well. Not really hair porn because if I was going for hair porn then I would probably have all sorts of exciting, far out, serious-work-required-to-maintain hairstyles. Consider this more like… … … Hair home movies. hahahaha.

My hair is sort of like this...

 

OK I lie it's more like this

 

I would love to work out how to do this - it's called a waterfall braid.

 

This looks like a cute 'going out for dinner or lunch or something' type style, but actually I only like it from one side.

 

I actually like this one too even though it is totally not really me at all. Wish I could figure out how to do it.

 

Maybe I just need a dash of color.. Love this but I'm guessing it won't work as well on dark hair.

 

Ah well. Who am I kidding. Even if I got one of these pretty hairstyles going it only lasts a day, with the exception of the tip dyed hair… And then the next day, you know that mess is gonna be in a pony or a half-pony-half-bun.

 

Oh yeah. And White Wings Creamies? Get away from me. Who the hell invited you in? Get out of my house. You are making serious trouble, encouraging me to eat you. And your friends…

 

I might go sneak one in before I go to bed….

What came first? The Not Chicken or the Egg replacer?

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Tonight my Mother, K, M, and I went out to dinner (my shout) to a little hole-in-the-wall place in Broadbeach. It’s a place that I always noticed as I was driving past yet had never been to, until finally last year when I was about 6 months pregnant I went with C. The restaurant is called Tian Ran, and is the only Vegan restaurant on the Gold Coast. Last time I went I had the spicy eggplant with brown rice, C had the wonton noodle soup. I remember wishing that I had what he had.

 So I decided to take my Mother out to dinner, thinking she might enjoy it. We had 2 mixed entree’s to share between us, M had the kids meal of ‘nuggets’ and chips, Mother had the ‘seafood’ hot pot, I had the wonton noodle soup, and we had a plate of nasi goreng to share. It turned out to be far too much, we could have done without the hotpot, as we hardly touched it. The fake meat stuff is so not my deal, and I tried to delicately steer Mother away from it, but she went ahead and ordered it.

Anyway, the meal was not bad, but it certainly was not as good as I remembered it. Maybe because the last time I was pregnant, so things tasted better? Last time I also did not have an obnoxious 7-nearly-8 year old and an extremely classless and childish Mother dining with me. But ya get that.

After we got home and the kids went to bed, she decided she had a sweet craving, so I quickly threw together 2 mug cakes for us. They were good, but not as good as I have made before. I have a great recipe for chocolate mug cake, but it calls for Nutella, which I don’t have right now. One day I’ll post that up.

So. Chocolate Mug Cake.


 

Ingredients

4 tablespoons flour
4 tablespoons sugar
2 tablespoons cocoa
1 egg
3 tablespoons milk
3 tablespoons oil
3 tablespoons chocolate chips (optional)
a small splash of vanilla extract
1 large coffee mug

Method

Add dry ingredients to mug, and mix well. Add the egg and mix thoroughly.

 
Pour in the milk and oil and mix well.
Add the chocolate chips (if using) and vanilla extract, and mix again.
Put your mug in the microwave and cook for 3 minutes at 1000 watts (high).
The cake will rise over the top of the mug, but it’s all good!

Allow to cool a little, and tip out onto a plate if desired.
 
 
Keep in mind that this recipe is for 1 mug full of cakey goodness, but I actually divided it between 2 mugs. You can see from the picture that it did not completely fill the mug, but it was sufficient.

5 Things…

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5 Things I NEED (ok I guess the word I should have used here is WANT) to buy

–          For the house

More plastic containers – all of my ones are missing their mates – lids ran away with the spoon…

3M hooks – the kind that don’t rip the paint off the wall when you pull them off, so I can hang all my bloody paintings already.

Door snakes, cos it is freezing in here right now.

Cutlery (or else I can just get up off my ass and find the cutlery that is still hiding out in some box somewhere)…

Shower hangers – you know, the kind that you hang on the shower head, that you pile up all of your shampoo, conditioner, and soap in.

–          For the kids

Winter clothes because I seem to have given birth to weeds not children, given the rate they grow at.

A plastic climbing gym for the yard so K has something fun to crawl over. When he starts crawling.

Batteries for all the stupid musical toys, Playstation & Xbox controllers etc, that have all gone flat.

Some dishes for baby food. Or maybe I will raid my mom’s stuff when she goes to raid her own stuff for winter clothes.

Some sort of toy organizing system for K’s room… well he has some big plastic tubs for his toys to go inside; maybe what I want is a kid who keeps his toys organized lol.

–          For meeee

Some new shoes – sandals, boots, runners, I’m not picky.

A new winter coat, even though I really love my big grey wooly cardy/shawl type thingy and wear it everywheeeeere.

Some new tee’s, trackies, and jammies. I get so sick of wearing what feels like the same things over and over again. I only have 2-3 winter jam-jams, and I wear them every night. Summer is ok cos I just wear a big tee or a singlet, but in winter I suddenly realize I don’t have enough warm jammies! Or socks!

Some new sunnies! My last pair broke over a month ago and I have been too tied up with bills to get a new pair 😦

Some new books! Have not bought a new book in… years. Or maybe just an e-reader?? 😀

 

What do you desperately need or want at the moment?

 

Stuff I want to make, but for whatever reason I’m not.

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There are so many projects that I want to do, but I honestly don’t have the money for the materials, space to do the project, time on my own to devote to it, or skills to get the thing done. I have started and never finished so many projects in the past that I don’t even bother anymore. I can’t sew, and realised that when I tried to make some patchwork cushions out of vintage kimono material. I suck at woodwork, which became apparent to me when I tried to fix a little folding stool. And I can’t weld and lets just leave that one there… Maybe I’ll just make a little garden my next project? Because I really need to do something. Soon. As much as I like it, I’m sick of watching Ellen and The View every day.

There are heaps of cute little thingies I want to make and have all for myself.

Like this flokati rug, except it looks like it takes ages? But cheap to make! and pretty easy, if a bit repetitive. I would pick a combination of different colors, maybe a peach/pink/lemony sort of sunrise type set, although for some reason I am actually drawn to the grey one she has made.

I want these magnets, except I would go a little further and make them out of newspaper cuttings, photos, origami paper, wrapping paper, almost anything! It would be so cute. But I do really like her idea of just using Pantone chips.

I also want one of these as a hair clip, but I’m not really into the mustard colored one she is wearing. I concede that the mustard thing looks good on some people but I’m not really willing to test it out. It’s freaking mustard! But I wouldn’t mind it in almost any other color. Maybe a nice deep purple or an emerald or something? with a pretty jewelled button in the center. Or a diamante sparkly silvery blackish one. I dunno. I just want one.

And then when I have one of them I want someone to come and plait my hair like thiisssss.

And I want to make nearly every single one of these suitcase ideas, especially the chair, and the vanity is cute too. The chair looks so different, it would be cool in a shabby chic kind of room, not that any room in my house is shabby chic. It’s… eclectic

And I want an upholstered headboard 😦 I don’t like the fabric she has chosen but I guess it would look nice in a little boys bedroom. I would like to be able to sit up in bed and read a book without 14 pillows piled up behind my head and back. And this one actually looks really really easy – all you need is some mdf or chipboard, the fabric, batting, and a wood stapler.

I want these sushi pillows, and these kimono pillows. I love sushi, and I think these are so fun looking. M loves sushi, so maybe he could have some avocado pillows. That’s his favorite roll. The kimono pillows look so comfy, and I want to throw myself down on that pile. You can almost see that they have this homely, sort of soft, safe feeling. Does that make sense?

I want one of these doily lamp shades, I think a black one would look really different, quite edgy. Normally a black shade cover might be too dark, but since it is a doily and has heaps of light peeking out through the holes, it shouldn’t be so dark, right?

And my very small collection of jewellery is so tangled, knotted, and in different places (some in little dishes and boxes on my dresser, some on my bathroom vanity, the rest still in boxes. Yeah. Still haven’t touched the stupid garage.) So I want one of these jewellery display frames.

Oh for Pete’s sake I could go on all day making a list of things I want but couldn’t be bothered making. So. Can you make me one? Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease?

 

Kyuss Lives! Except for you.

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Yesterday I was offered a ticket to see a band. The show was already sold out, and although I had never heard any of the band’s music before, I thought it would be great to get out of the house and ‘amongst it’. It had been almost a year since I had been out, last time being my friend’s wedding last year. But I was 6 months pregnant at the wedding, and didn’t even enjoy a glass of bubbly to celebrate, given my ‘delicate state’ haha.

The friend who offered me the ticket is a huge fan of the band – she even named her son after them. And we always have great fun when we hang out together. So needless to say, I was pretty excited to head out. But, deep inside, there was the worry. I hadn’t been away from K at night before. Sure, I have been to get a haircut, pick up some milk or bread, or the occasional school run. But this would be for almost 4 hours. At night. Usually K sleeps solidly from around 8pm – 12am. There is the occasional deviation, but generally that’s how he rolls.

So last night I beautified myself (as much as I could, considering my wardrobe consists of pre-preggy clothes that no longer fit, preggy clothes that look like the wardrobe from the movie ‘Big Momma’s House’, or mumsy basics). I straightened my hair, put on some makeup (really going all out here), and my heels. Have not had a need to wear them since… the aforementioned wedding. Love wearing heels.

So I get to the venue, a popular local pub, frequented by the party pack. My friend isn’t there yet, so I ordered my first drink out in over a year – Corona with lime. And settle in to wait for her. While I wait for her, a random punter walks by and starts chatting. I respond in a friendly but not encouraging manner. My friend arrives, and I blow the random off. We head upstairs to the live music room, where I am greeted with heavy guitar riffs, the beating of the drum kit, and around 150 ‘stoner rock’ fans. There was loads of black, dreaddies, piercings, funny hats, and that ‘rock on’ hand gesture. You know the one.

Around a song and a half deep into the set, and I can feel the buzz-buzz buzz-buzz on my hip. It was the dreaded Phone Call.

I ran outside to the DOSA so I could hear better.

‘You’ve gotta come home.’ It was C.

‘Why?’ Even as I said it I realised I could hear K through the earpiece. Screaming. Like, big time.

‘He’s been like this since you left.’

‘OK, I’m leaving now.’

And I left.  A 4 second explanation to my friend, then I flew out the door. I got home in record time – no speeding, I swear… And back to my poor little baby. When I burst in the door, I could hear his hoarse little wail, see his red swollen eyes, his little body curled into C’s. I grabbed him from C and cuddled him close, laid down with him and fed  him.

Eventually, like, 40 mins later, he finally settled. And I sank onto the couch. I admit, I was eager to jump in the car and catch the end of the concert. But I knew I wouldn’t. I knew I was where I should be.

I was disappointed, for sure. But I guess it’s just another sacrifice in parenthood. Last night, it felt like a big one. But you know what? This morning, in the bright morning sunshine, snuggled up with K while he is all sweet and sleepy, it’s not a big deal.

Not at all.

It’s fine.