Have I told you that the Ratbag is now fully toilet trained? Which means that I see him silently get up and walk away, I yell 'do you need help?', he yells back 'NO MUMMY', so I go into stealth mode, follow him to the toilet and hang in the hallway, wait to hear if he's standing or sitting, wait for the bomb drop, and then casually walk past and offer to help again. At which point he gives in and let's me do the paperwork for him.
If I don't perform the above pantomime, he will quite happily drop said bomb and simply pull his pants up and go back to his play. Only later will I see the fruit of his labours, as I have to bleach and scrub them off his underpants. Mostly it's a clean snap, but sometimes I'm not so lucky. So, I persevere with the 'help' act instead. I'm, looking into what the hell kind of crap someone's feeding him.
To cheer myself up, I've had this made. I love this spoon! I haven't used it yet, even though it's fully functional as the image is burned on, in a process called pyrography. Maybe it will help me make food that doesn't turn into sludge on the way out.
I loved it so much that I had one made for my Mum, featuring her favourite Lily Of The Valley, and another for my mum-in-law, featuring a Waratah for her very Australian tastes. I LOVE THEM. I met the lady that makes them while temping in the Packaging Department at the head office of a major retail chain recently. She can do her art on any wooden objects, not just spoons.
To cheer myself up, I've had this made. I love this spoon! I haven't used it yet, even though it's fully functional as the image is burned on, in a process called pyrography. Maybe it will help me make food that doesn't turn into sludge on the way out.
I loved it so much that I had one made for my Mum, featuring her favourite Lily Of The Valley, and another for my mum-in-law, featuring a Waratah for her very Australian tastes. I LOVE THEM. I met the lady that makes them while temping in the Packaging Department at the head office of a major retail chain recently. She can do her art on any wooden objects, not just spoons.
If you love them too, drop me a line and I'll hook you up.
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It was great to get a comment on my blog. Thankyou. I stumbled upon your good self when I was creating my own blog. I had in mind your blog title and of course it was taken. I had a little squizz at your blogs and found so many similarities it was uncanny.
Congrats on the toilet training. Its such a relief when they get it together. I have drawn the line at dealing with poo on 3 year old undies. They go straight into the bin!!
Two years further down the track than you and I'm just teaching the small son how to do his own paperwork. (Second children sometimes fall off the developmental radar, sad but true.) It occurred to me that he should know this stuff before he starts primary school... definitely before university anyway.
And certainly before he moves in with a girlfriend.. although this might be the way to keep him around a little bit longer :)
Yes - I love them too! Do tell, please!
Hook me up for sure. What a gorgeous and unique gift.
And as usual, you crack me up with another one of your witty and irreverent posts.
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