Potty talk

I really wanted to post something today. 

There's lots going on in my life, I have snippets of things I want to write flash through my mind and I really should write them down. But alas I don't, they fleetingly pass through my brain, like diarrhoea.  

That bit of the literary runs, is not however,  the potty talk. 

I started toilet training my youngest. She turns three in a little over a week, it's about frickin time. 

When I trained Izzy, we did the three day training thingy. Whenever she felt a wee I raced her straight to the loo. Do not pass go, do not collect 200 buckaroonies. The toilet is where she ran to. I had a potty, but it didn't even get a look in. She picked it up in the three days and we were off like a firework. Too bloody easy. 

I can say that now. I do remember having towel upon towel in the wash, from the sole purpose, of wiping up piss off the floor.

My attitude after that experience was, Pffft, what use is the potty?! Cocky, as I was.

Little Summer was different. She wasn't running to the toot. After a couple days of piddly undies, and a solid poo(thank goodness) in a pretty pair of Peppa Pig undies(not so pretty after all), I got the potty out.

It's been all smooth sailing from there on in. Need I mention how nervous I get, after she has been for a wee, to come carrying the potty to show the visitors how much of a clever girl she is. I am just happy to be able to grab it from her before she upends it all over the bloody place. 

I started with the potty in the lounge room. We have progressed it to the end of the hallway. Now to get it down the end of the hallway, where the actual loo is. She has however just last night, shown interest in going on the loo. Yee bloody ha! I have the kiddy seat insert all ready, and she even tried to put in herself too.

Really, little Summer has had a big week. She has only just started to properly ride a bike on her own this week too. 

Izzy was riding a bike much before this age, and I think it is only because I haven't invested the time to teach and help Summer, that she has only just started. It's a bit same with the toilet training too. I started much earlier with Izzy, but it took until October before I was able to take her out with no nappy and feel OK that she wasn't going to have an accident. I am not that confident with Summer yet. Maybe in a couple of weeks.

In a couple of weeks time, I most definitely have probably shed some happy tears with Izzy starting school transition. 

Where does the bloody time go?

Christmas is kicking me up the arse already. I have a joint birthday party, and two cakes to bake yet. The Millicent show, a christmas pageant, a gymnastic concert, a kindy graduation. Sheesh!

It is of the most importance that I let my days slowly pass me by. Not to get panicked and not to get my knickers in a knot. Day at a time..... pissy towel at a time..... :)

Are you as baffled as me, as what happened to August and September?! 

Are you in Christmas panic mode yet? Only 8 weeks you know. You can hate me now ;)

October flowers

I snuck out this morning to take some quick photos of what's flowering.

It's all about roses, aquileigias, poppies and irises at the moment. 

The bore pump is on the fritz. We have another one coming, so I am wishing for rain so the garden doesn't dry out to much. 

Pouring happiness

I was reminded of this saying last week. I wanted to share it with you.

It isn't hard to be tolerant of people who are different.

It takes real character to be compassionate. To be understanding when you really, don't understand.

To be generous with your time, without thinking how much it impacts on you, but how much it will make someone else happy, is the greatest thing you can do.

No one could maintain this all the time though. I know I need time for myself, when I need to take care of me. But one kind deed, has a follow on effect, that makes many people smile. It makes them smile, with that warm fuzziness that makes days seem sunnier, puts a spring in a step that may have otherwise been laboured.

What will you do, to spread happiness today?

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Roasted beetroot and macadamia nut dip #helpimhandwriting

I took this along to my brothers 40th celebrations. I was asked to bring a nibbles platter. No one was really nibbling, too much drinking going on by that stage. The kids gathered round the nibbles table and demolished just about everything, except this dip! Fussy farts. 

I nibbled. Oh, I nibbled.

I am taking Ann from Help I'm Stuck's lead, and handwriting the recipe. It's a stroke of genius on her part, it is refreshing to see some handwriting on the net. This is also exactly how I would have written in it my scrap book of recipes. 

Linking with Tegan for The Lounge and I brought nibbles!

A dusty Pines Enduro

I spent just about all day Saturday at my brother house. His back yard looks over Teagles Quarry, where the Pines Enduro is held every year. Luckily he bought the property from Mum and Dad earlier this year, before anyone else did. We still get to watch it from here, for free!

It was a warm day and they didn't wet down the track, so there was loads of dust. I mistakenly wore thongs and my feet were black with dust be the end of the day. It was a good day. A long one though, my brothers 40th birthday celebrations continued into the night, with a hungi feast, awesomely prepared by his maori mate, Mick. 

Did I mention while helping put hungi roasts onto trays, my feet were dribbled with meat juices, just for good measure to meld in with the dirt that was already caked on my feet. Gross. My dad laughed at me as I kicked off my thongs. Classy.

It was a real shame his twin brother wasn't there to celebrate with him and his family. He was missed. You don't need to hear about the bullshit that is involved with him not being there. Even I'm not clear on the bullshit that is involved! It is just a shame. I do hope that fences can be mended for the future, I would hate for us all, especially my TWIN brothers, not to remain close.

I really didn't take many photos, and I should have. I just couldn't be bothered. I am such a goose.

Brett stayed in the caravan overnight at my brothers. I thought of him with a chuckle and a 'suck shit', just after 8am, when I heard the roar of the cars starting up, from the other side of town. It must have been a rude awakening! There would have been some sore heads.

I cleverly came home with the girls about 10pm, they were asleep in five minutes and I hit the shower to wash the dirt off. 

People lined the fence on Willowbank Road for a free look see.

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October garden

We only went away for the weekend and I came home to new colour in the garden. It popped up with the sunny days. What a greeting when I came home. I love it.

Passionate about protecting the Limestone Coast

Passion is a word that's been bandied around a lot lately, and I can totally see why. 

We've been in Robe over the weekend. I've been dead quiet on the social web, because no wifi, well not any free wifi anyway. Isn't that a bummer.

I just think wonderful small towns like this would benefit from having a free wifi hotspot. Imagine that free wifi as free advertising for the towns seaside charm, great dining and shopping. It equals tourists, economy boosting visitors to the fabulous Limestone Coast.

 Maybe it's just me being miffed, that I can't afford the extra costs to run my phone on wifi when I'm not at home. 

On Saturday we came across a gathering of locals and community leaders, the first in South Australia, to declare their community 'gasfield free'. A stand against unconventional gas mining and fracking in the Limestone Coast. 

A man stood, quite emotional, as he spoke. He was passionate. Passionate about keeping our area fracking free. Passionate about his community. 

We need passionate people. Passionate people are leaders. Passionate people get things done. They make noise. They share their passion, until other people start to care, to become passionate too. 

I love our coastline. It is fabulous. 

I love our farmlands. They are fabulous, precious. Beautiful. 

I love this land of ours. I do believe it is worth protecting from contamination. It is worth protecting for our future generations, locals and visitors alike,  of our gorgeous part of the world. 

Have you heard of the 'Lock the gate' campaign?

...ooOoo...

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