Archive for August, 2006

Insane in the membrane

Thursday, August 31st, 2006

Monday 3 September: Start snorting Synarel to bring on the hot flushes et al.
Thursday 14 September: Give good vein and learn how to stab myself in the stomach again so as to maximise bruising and tenderness.
Friday 15 September: Commence filling up my loudly and proudly displayed hazardous waste bin with the pointy bits from the […]

Nineteen months

Wednesday, August 30th, 2006

“Cup of tea…owright?!
And this, my darling girl, pretty much sums up where you are at right now at nineteen months of age. Hurtling towards proper speech, a born to be wild attitude, a living breathing manifestation of human passion.
We’ve lost count of how many words you know, new ones pop up all the time, […]

Poo de doo

Thursday, August 24th, 2006

In an ominous sign that all posts continue to be poo related for the next little while, it is my solemn duty to inform you, dear reader, that the poo monkey is currently suffering from a tummy bug. A bug I shall name the Clayminator, due to the yellow paste explosions that are the […]

All done

Thursday, August 17th, 2006

So the poo monkey used the potty for a total of twenty four hours, with a 100 % success rate. I was stunned. Her father was stunned. The poo monkey could not have cared less.
The very next time I asked her if she needed to go, she said “no, no potty”…went away […]

…bit I’m not ready for this!

Sunday, August 13th, 2006

So the poo monkey has decided that it’s time to toilet train. I’m firmly convinced that she knew that her mother was not ready for this, hoping instead to do the deed over summer when there are less clothes to be shed and more favourable warm conditions for bare little bottoms. Not to […]

Tick cluck…tick cluck…

Wednesday, August 9th, 2006

I’m ready, so watch this space!

Eighteen months

Wednesday, August 2nd, 2006

Our little girl is a year and a half year old, and to celebrate she has started to talk in two and three word phrases or sentences. It is so hilarious to have your little one holler out “MUM” (no mama or mummy here)and then run up to you exclaiming “dirty hands! dirty hands!” […]