Pregnancy, parks, girly movies and John Calvin.

I have so much to get done.  But I'm blogging instead.  Pregnancy hormones are getting the best of me lately.  I am not a nice person to be around.  At the start of this pregnancy I noticed that the censor function of my brain was either not functioning or was taking too long to kick in and I was at a high risk of saying the things that you are supposed to keep in your own head.  Once it was noted, I just had to analyse everything a bit more carefully before I let it come out... "is this something I would have said 6 months ago?"

Problem is, now the censor function is still not working properly but I am also getting very intolerant.  With Wolf, with the boys, with everyone.  So now, I am not caring if I say those things that I should censor.  I know it's not me and I will return to normal but I am turning into a grumpy old woman.  I am getting cranky at my kids so easily, I am getting frustrated with Wolf doing things that are just what he does every other day of the year but for some reason they are really annoying at the moment.  I know he is being incredibly patient with me right now, he'd probably like to put me in a cupboard and only take me back out after the first month of new baby hormones has passed.  Thing is I am being a martyr and thinking well so he should be patient with me because I am being patient with him because he's done this and this and this and this and it's all just me feeding my crankypants brain.  I can recognise it and I am apologising to him and to the boys for my stupidity over and over but I just wish I could switch it off.

On the cute side of it though, Dragon seems to have learnt something...  This morning the boys and I were having a heated discussion about eating a banana and going down for a nap.  They insisted they should have lunch (only 2 hours after breakfast) and not have to have a nap.  Mummy got cranky after they kept disagreeing with me and refusing to cooperate and eventually when things settled down I explained that they just needed to do as mummy asked and not fight it.

MMcT:  "Do you know why mummy tells you to do these things?"

Dragon: "Not perfect"

So if he has picked up anything from the crazy hormonal mummy it's that she's not perfect.  Still I was more after the "mummy knows best" or "mummy wants what's best for you" type answer.

Our holiday away has ended up being a lot shorter than expected.  $$$ played a big part in that but we managed to find a place that was in Cairns instead of Atherton but was only $80 a night for the 4 of us!!!  Then the card that we needed to use to pay wasn't the one with the money in it so by the time I had fixed that up for some reason the price had gone up $10 a night and they only had rooms left with 4 single beds instead of a double and 2 single.  Oh well, it's cheap, we'll have our own little kitchenette, we will still be able to get up to Atherton and Kuranda, we are just going for 3 nights instead of 4 or 5 like I thought we would and we are not in some secluded little bungalow somewhere like I really wanted.  Still, it's a holiday!!!!!  (see, I'm not totally a crankypants).

The council has re-done at great expense the park over the road from Grannysaurus' house.  It WAS a really little kid friendly park with ramps and slides and swings and stuff.  So they tore that out and they spent heaps of money on a lawsuit waiting to happen!  It's got gravel paths that are on quite a steep slope, the climbing frame looks like it was designed by someone that didn't realise kids under 10 ever used playgrounds.  Lion (unprompted) told us that he didn't think it was as good as the old playground.  Dragon could only use one piece of the play equipment and Lion needed close supervision on all but one piece.  There is no slide, no swings, still only one gazebo and is just generally dodgy.  But the day they took the construction fence down we went across to try it out.  I didn't want to get the other kids there in the photos so I got mostly rubbish photos but here's a couple of my cute little monsters...

 

Monkey boy hanging from the climbing frame.

The cutest cop in town.

Did you know that yesterday it was 500 years since John Calvin was born?  I know, that just changed your life!  Anyway, our church is having a "Calvin Conference" this weekend.  Wolf is there this afternoon and tonight we are both going to the dinner to listen to the speaker.  The boys are going to Aunty Chimera's (which they are very excited about) and Wolf and I are heading off to enjoy a nice meal and a bit of learnin'.  I am a bit worried.  At first I was excited because it is Indian for dinner!  YUM.  Then I started thinking about that and realised that it is NOT going to be good for my heartburn.  I'll have the Rennies with me and hope that I survive.

Oh, and remember these friends, with their girly girl movie taste?  Well I had lunch with them on Friday and one was SOOOO excited... Her box set of "Dr Quinn Medicine Woman" DVD's had turned up... ALL 45 OF THEM!!!!  I tuned out of the conversation for a bit when that came up.

Stuff

Oh Boy, hormones are having fun with me today...

I started crying today watching Cars. You know, the movie. Lion and Dragon wanted to watch it and once I got the dishwasher on and dinner to the point where it had to sit until Wolf came home. So I sat down to watch what is usually a funny movie with the boys. I think I may have seen it a few too many times when I was in the kitchen cleaning and I was anticipating some of my favourite lines. Anyway, the boys were in top form, turns out Dragon didn't want to watch Cars so he repeatedly annoyed Lion to the point where they were screaming at each other when to resolve the situation all Lion had to do was call me to set Dragon straight. So it was a really quite a touching little scene in our lounge room and I can completely understand how I would be holding back tears when McQueen is pushing The King across the line because "The King should finish his last race" uh, tearing up again...

Actually I started crying a couple of times, I just cant' remember what the other time was.

My dinner ended up on the not so clean floor tonight and I ate it anyway. Not right off the floor, I put it up on my plate again. My plate that didn't break when it hit the tiles. My replaceable plate that didn't breat but chipped the stuck to the floor cant be replaced real easily tile. But what horrified me more than chipping the tile was the fact that I had not wanted to waste my yummy bit of chicken so much that I had picked it up of the floor and ate it. I think 4 1/2 years of living with grotty little boys has started to rub off on me.

Lion was getting a rave review from one of his kindy teachers today. He and another kid made a pirate ship out of the blocks. Not a little pirate ship, one that was longer than they are tall. A completely symmetrical pirate ship. That is very unlike my little haphazard little man. His teachers reckon when it comes to construction type activities he often places himself in the leadership role but in other activities he is quite happy to go along with someone else taking control. I hope he keeps that skill. I like that he can be a leader if it's called for but can accept the leadership of his peers. So proud of my little man.

So to finish here are some biscuits the boys and I made about a week ago. I know, I know, ours are totally rockin' compared to those ones on the recipe card ;)

Of Lipstick and Chocolate

This afternoon I had the thought "No, it's mean to get the video camera out to record your two year old crying his heart out because he cant find your lipstick (chapstick) sobbing "lipdik do-do-done" (lipstick gone)"




I regret that thought.




Pregnant hormones make you forget weird things...

Like forgetting how on earth the dried mixed herbs ended up in the fridge when you are sure you remember getting it out of the cupboard and putting it in the bag you needed to take to your cooking demonstration 2 days earlier. Although not being able to find it when you got to the cooking demo should have given you a hint that something was wrong.

Like forgetting that last night you got the last of a packet of chocolate out of the fridge with the last of the peanut butter balls to help you watch Scrubs and then ate the peanut butter balls and left the chocolate sitting there. Finding your four year old sitting on the couch COVERED in chocolate and holding the empty packet when you woke up this morning should have given you a hint that something was wrong there too.

Yep, happens to everybody.


Thanks to Jonny's Mummy for making me think about peanut butter balls constantly since her post until I figured out how to make them on the weekend.

It's the hormones

It's the pregnant hormones that made me burst into tears when Eternal Flame by the Bangles came on the radio. TOTALLY THE HORMONES!

It's the hormones that made me burst into tears when I saw the Huggies ad that made me remember that the Huggies ad used to make me cry when I was pregnant with Dragon. TOTALLY THE HORMONES!

It's the hormones that made me burst into tears when I saw a duckling because I remembered the tissue ad with the duckling on it that I cried over when I was pregnant with Lion. TOTALLY THE HORMONES!

It's the hormones that made me burst into tears when I ran out of Gouda cheese yesterday. TOTALLY THE HORMONES!

It's the hormones that made me burst into tears when Lion said "It's so lovely that all the butterflies have come to play in our garden to make my sore foot better". TOTALLY THE HORMONES!

It's the hormones that made me burst into tears at 3am when I realised that I didn't have anything ready for dinner that night. TOTALLY THE HORMONES! (because it wasn't like I had 15 hours to come up with something was it?)

It's the hormones that made me burst into tears when the really yummy truss tomatoes were even cheaper than regular tomatoes. TOTALLY THE HORMONES!

Okay, do we all have that clear??? TOTALLY THE HORMONES!