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new digs
So, after much deliberation (and a fair bit of swearing whilst trying to figure out how to make it work), I have decided to join all you "bloggers" and come over there. So, now hopefully I won't feel so lonely, and I'll also have comments, yay! Please come and say hello at my new address, www.littlehazyjane.blogspot.com, and don't forget to check in here too, as I'll still be writing about the shop here. See ya!
mmm, chocolate
When I'm pregnant, I don't seem to get any weird and wonderful cravings like those you hear of, I just go into a kind of sugar frenzy. I simply can't get enough of the sweet stuff, and really have to control myself. It all starts mid-morning with a little cakey something for second breakfast, and then no more until after lunch, when I need a little lunch dessert, and then there's afternoon tea (because the kids are having something), and then after dinner there's the ice cream and chocolate. Don't worry, I do try to balance this out with good stuff as well, but I have to wonder what kind of an example I am setting for my kids. Luckily, I manage to sneak most of my indulgences while I'm at my shop, or, when we're at home, while they're outside playing (oh yes, I'm a sneaky mamma), but I do feel a little hipocritical saying no to them when I have just scoffed two tim tams and the evidence is still fresh enough on my breath for them to smell it. In light of fin's most recent dentist visit, though, which was on friday, to have an infected tooth removed, I don't think I'll be letting them in on my little secret anytime soon, it's all carrot and celery sticks for them, whilst I save the good stuff for me and the baby! sunday, september 9th comments?
little birdie on the windowsill
This little guy came to live here a few weeks ago via the animal welfare league op shop, and I think he is the perfect little mascot for spring, don't you agree? He has a home in a little shelf on the wall not far from this spot, but he does like to sit on the windowsill and watch the big birds outside. I have a suspicion that we have a magpie nest going on somewhere in the vicinity of our backyard, because I saw one hanging around today whilst I was pegging the washing out, so it's hats on anytime we venture out the back now, just in case. I was attacked by a maggie when I was a kid, and have never forgotten it, my head wouldn't stop bleeding. I have since found out that heads do, indeed, bleed quite easily, and that the wound was probably not as bad as I have imagined all these years, but I can still hear the sound of it's whooshing wings and the snapping of it's beak right next to my ear, and I think that is enough to instill a life-long fear in anyone. However, I don't want to encourage this kind of fear in my children, so today when willow came outside, I suggested he wear a hat simply because it was sunny, not mentioning Mr. M. Five minutes later he emerged from the house wearing a shoe box on his head (because it's impossible to ever find what you are actually looking for in our house), on which he had written his name. I am pleased to see that I have somehow managed to (subconsciously) pass on not only the importance of labelling, but also that one can never be too careful in these situations. Whilst searching for my hat earlier on, I did for a moment consider wearing fin's stack hat to peg out the clothes. Luckily, I found my hat. monday, september 3rd comments?
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