wait there's more...

As an addendum to the previous post...WE HAVE TICKETS!!!

Two more sleeps til Grand Final Day. My stomach is jitter-bugging as I type.

GO PIES!!!!!!!!!!!!

go pies!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Excuse my breathlessness, but I'm trying very hard not to hyperventilate on a daily basis since my darling footy team, the Collingwood Magpies made this weekend's Grand Final!!! Eek! Yay! OMG!!!

They've been the best team all year. They finished top of the ladder. Hubby and I were soooo sure they'd make the grand final we actually booked flights to Melbourne this weekend a few weeks ago. But it's still the best kind of shock to know we're there. And there with the most massive chance of taking out the prize against St Kilda. Big...deep...breath...

Now for the impossible. Getting tickets to the game. We're pulling in every favour we can. In fact if you owe me a favour and I've forgotten, consider yourself asked if you know anyone who knows anyone etc. ;)

Wish us luck!!!

poison

Moving boxes are unpacked (mostly). Toddler is toilet trained. (Little champ!) Website updates for wonderfully understanding clients are done and dusted.

And that means?

The time has finally come for me to dive into my next book. And that means perusing oodles of pictures of this guy. Meet my Nate McCaffrey. He's funny, he's charming, he's hot hot hot. And he has Belladonna Fyfe in a sweat. Though the fact that when they first meet she's in head to toe green Lyrca sure can't help!

Can you tell how much I'm itching to write this one???? I call it...POISON.

happy batman = happy toddler

For anyone who follows me on Facebook or Twitter will already know, there has been little writing occuring in my house as my husband and I locked ourselves in the house this week in order to encourage our oldest to become toilet trained.

Armed with loads of advice from friends who've been there and done that the first few days still had their rough moments. Day one was made up entirely of "accidents", which surprisingly my sensitive soul of a daughter didn't give a hoot about! There went my surety she'd abhor the sensation and that would be that. Bummer! The next couple of days we have a few successes in between the disasters. Stickers on a fridge chart celebrating each and every one helped! But there were not a small number of tears in amongst the encouragement and cuddles. Poor love.

That was until the moment Toddler Girl realised that relieving herself meant getting wee on her Batman undies. Yes, folks. That's what it took to turn tears to ease. Batman underpants. Boys' Batman undies, because of course they don't make them for girls. Success, after success, after success. The only accident since was met with the most adorably serious little, "Sorry Batman". And the next success with "Batman's now happy!"

That's something that never came up in the parenting advice I solicited or read. So I hereby bequeath it to the world. Want to get your toddler toilet trained? Find out who they'd least like to wee on, and whack that face on their undies.

the wilds of suburbia

We are all settled into our new home - well, if you can count the boxes and boxes of books and DVDs yet to find a home "settled in". though we did just buy 3 metres of bookcases we are planning on lining up aginst one wall and filling to the brim which I am sooo excited about!

The most unexpectedly lovely thing about our move so far has been the wildlife.

Less than twenty kms from the city centre we have gorgeous little grey geckos climibing our windows, especially on rainy days. Gum trees in our backyard house rainbow lorikeets, sulfur-crested cockatoos, and kookaburras. And the trill of butcher birds in the morning brings back so many happy memories of feeding them by hand at my Nan's house.

Oh yeah and then there's that other kind of wildlife I'd forgotten all about! So far we've only had run ins with one huntsman spider - he was half the size of my hand - and one carpet snake two feet taller than my husband who stands over six feet.

Here he is, slithering off into the neighbours' yard ;). Oh well, in this part of the woods there's plenty more where he came from!