The weekend.. HIGH FIVE!

Friday.  Weren't you a barrel load of awesome?  Ninja even clocked off early.  I know.  Then, Then Hubby even bought supplies from the store where the nectar of the gods grace the shelves.  Aka Liquor Land.  My glass is indeed full and I have folded my arms and I'm not watching The Mummy on telly for the umpteenth time.  Hubby is off shooting stuff on the Xbox.  Rocking the 'burbs my friends.

Friday.  I high five it.  Yes indeed I do. 

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Today, as previously mentioned was a tops day.  Bright as a button early, my sister was knocking on my front door.  She even had a nommy home made slice and gingerbread in her hot Lil hands.  It now resides in my belly, and it's quite happy about that.  Ninja was ten shades of excited.  We all then piled into Tina the Barina and I drove us to lunch.  Yep, L plater Loz they call me.  Ninja was on cloud nine.  Even more so when she wore a bottle of juice, ate chips for lunch and threw salt and pepper everywhere.  Then a quick walk around the park and extract Ninja from the swings, we were home.   One fabulous day, to top off a long and must stop holding my breath kinda week.  Family rock.  Everyone needs a sister like mine. 

Did I mention hubby delivered wine too?  ah bliss bomb.

Can you believe it?  Two years ago, I was waddling for the Olympics and eating my way through batches of honey joys.  Two years.  I just cannot believe this little fire cracker we have produced.  This time next week, the family start rolling up the highway to Ninja Towers.  We are hoping that the hail and rain fairies back right off, so the zoo can deliver a party fit for a Ninja. 

In the meantime, while I lose my lolly that I cannot for the life of me find my purse.. Ninja takes it upon herself to randomly tweet the lovely daisy @{daisy roo and two}  She even started her own hash tag of #BBVN.  I have decided that is Bashing Buttons Via Ninja.  She likes an email or two.  Be warned.  Your inbox may just get a dose of Ninja.

{etsy}

So.  Have been brewing an idea in this ol' noggin for a while now.  Tell me.  Thinking about having a little blog post each week dedicated to some of the thriving yet smaller in following blogs.  A shout out to the blogs, with followers under a 100. What do you think??  Put a few blogs in the spotlight.  Call it, Under a Hundred. I certainly have a few in mind that fit the bill, but please if this sounds like something you'd like.. leave a comment.  Or send me a link via ninjatowers@hotmail.com.  Yay or nay?

{etsy}

Today, the house phone rang.  After I put the receiver back into it's cradle, I realised something. I may have just agreed to signing up with a personal trainer.  Damn you letterbox drop and adding them on facebook. We talked about my goals.  The massive one being I am coming out of a two year hibernation and want my body rid of the 20kilo's that I lug around.  He said lots pf words like cardio and running and yay, see you Monday. 

The weirdest thing yet.  I am actually excited.

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Wednesday morning began like any other, I ran around like a headless chicken doing twenty billion things, the only difference was that Ninja was losing her shizzle with the gifts that appeared over night.  Grandma and Grandad got back from Thailand on a late flight and popped in for a cuppa en route to home.  Left some Ninja-riffic treats.  She spied shoes.  Sunglasses.  She ripped off her pj pants, as you do and proceeded to parade her new shoes around the house.  She then put on the pink sunnies.  She then found her portable DVD player and put on a Wiggles DVD.  There she was.  Pant less.  Pink shoes on and sunglasses. 

Meanwhile, Tessa-dog is losing her shizzle.  In my jarmie clad state, I investigate, just someone walking passed our house. 

Actually no.  You are not walking passed my house.  YOU ARE WALKING ON MY FRONT LAWN.  Yes, you are indeed in my flower bed.  My jaw hits the floor.  I am too stunned to do anything.  I feel my feet are in concrete blocks.  The battle unfolds in my head.  I could risk chasing her down.  I look to my blue and pink jarmies covered in puppy dogs.  I look to my toddler who is still pant less, wearing sunnies, shoes and dancing to wags the dog. 

I glare at her as she makes off with one of my susucculents.

Happy Friday. 

Loz x

Thankful Thursday: Puddles

Oh me, oh my. 

I could ramble on and on about how tired I am, how many tantrums we've had and how many wiggles DVDs we've watched and that there is only 2 weeks left of hubby's project at work.  But I won't.

 Because today is {Thankful Thursday}.  A day where you put aside all those feelings of  "yes, it IS nappy change time, I don't care what you say"  aside.

Focus on the positive.

I am thankful for puddles.  Thankful that it stopped raining long enough for us to go jumping in them.  Thankful for some fresh air.  Thankful that I am treading water, holding the fort and keeping sane. 

Just. 

But mostly, thankful for puddles.

What are you thankful for?

Join in thankful thursdays, now with added Jess:

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Loz's world.

I've just had a sudden realisation, I'm getting old.  Sitting at my desk, a fresh new post loaded up.  The white and blank page awaits my words.  I squirm around my seat.  Something is bothering me.  It takes me a few seconds.  My choice of radio station is making me edgy.  Not in a cool and hip way either.  Some techno doof doof tune is playing.  I quickly reach for my friend google.  My online tuner.  I am now sitting here, toe tapping to Melbourne's station of classic songs and classic rock.  Not a single doof doof song will be played.  Old.

Our sacred day off with dadda was great.  We did some shopping stopped for one frothy milk, one strong skinny cappuccino and one macchiato.  This pit stop was made as Chris was getting a tad twitchy with the very slow moving people. Plus we'd already been to every single toy shop in the vicinity and our eyes now had matching twitches.  I did plan to go on a run once we got home while Ninja slept. Yeah well.  Instead I sat my bum on our deep freezer and watched Chris build a new kennel for Tessa-dog.  A sneaky beer may have been consumed.

Thanks for the love thrown my way after yesterdays hissy fit.  I have had a massive sleep and woken up today with a new found optimism.  Some days life just seems to catch up with you, and a hard day compresses even harder on your shoulders.  I'm learning I cannot be everything and do everything.  All in moderation Loz.  Yes, I talk to myself too.

Made {this} macaroni cheese for lunch today.  Even making it, I was all "I can so make this into a blog post!" I even guffawed in my head "It'll be so tasty, so easy and I bet Ninja will LOVE IT"  Win!

It tasted like pasta with a mushy sauce that I had tried to mask the blandness with paprika, mustard and curry powder.  I presented it to Ninja.  It sat untouched. Even Tessa-dog's cafe decided that it was not to be on the menu. 

Did you watch the Blue Carpet last night?  The one on the telly, not on your lounge floor. Oh my.  The WAGS in all their glory, twirling their way around the Lazy Susan of who's idea was that anyway??

Fashion pod my left foot.

After watching only 30mins of morning telly, I am VERY aware that yes Mrs Judd had a baby 8 weeks ago.  Huzzah to her.  Maybe all that baby poo inspired the dress colour.

The mullet dress.  Party up front, business at back.

just getting silly now.

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It has been a long standing rule here at Ninja Towers, who ever does the washing gets to keep monetary finds in pockets.  This was a brilliant game when we were on 2 full time wages, sans mortgage and Ninja.  Hello morning coffee money. 

These days, my offerings are are a little more dismal. 

I don't even know what they are.

I spend 80% of my day with this view:

her eye is fine, I call it 'can't quite wipe the red texta off your face' look.

Seen all those facebook updates?  Confused as hell?  What's private?  What's not?  I'm subscribing to the thought of: if I wouldn't stand up and say it to a room of 165 people.. well then I shouldn't say in on facebook.  I'm all for Internet security, but I post/verbalise no more than people can see/hear in public real life.  Otherwise read what {these} peeps are saying. 

Standing in Coles, something caught my eye.  It was quickly placed in the trolley. 

every time Ninja sees it, she says "Tessy's!"

Fore someone with little hair, she sure does love her hair accessories.  Perfect for an afternoon of quick, the sun is shining, get thee outside!



There you go.  The random points that create this presentation of Loz's world.  You are welcome. 

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Lather. Rinse. Repeat.

Wake me up when September ends.

I used to sing these words quite regularly, the lyrics from a Greenday Song.
Over and over humming the tune. It was stuck on high rotation for reasons being,  I was over due and over it. Ninja was quite happily baking in my belly and it was becoming quite evident that she was going no where fast. My due date loomed. The date was somewhere at the end of September {Ninja born 10th of October} I was sick to the "I cannot NEST Anymore dammit" limits and if I saw another raspberry leaf tea, I would indeed start losing my lolly.

I tell I lie, my lolly was lost long ago.

Today, I found myself humming these very lyrics again. Ninja sobbing at my feet. Why? Because she wanted a icy pole. I know she doesn't. We play this game lots. I let her choose an icy pole. She does this happily. Then she remembers, No.. I don't want an icy pole.

Lather, Rinse and Repeat..


I make lunch.
She feeds it to Tessa-dog.


Lather, Rinse and Repeat.


I say 'gentle hands' a lot.
I close my eyes and count to 10, a lot.
I say, 'use your words' a lot.
I want to run screaming from this house, a lot.


No one said this parenting gig was easy. And if they did, I am sending them Ninja for the day. I have officially reached my limit. The tantrums fall thick and fast. The 'no ways' are starting to do my nut in. With such magnetic force, she repels everything I say. I bury my hands in my face. I wave a white flag. I put the kettle on and tackle the next flurry of TESSA DOG DOES NOT EAT VEGEMITE CRACKERS.


Bugger reading, 'what to feed your toddler'. Cut out the middle man and call it 'what to feed your Australian Terrier cross Schnauzer.' Tessa-dog has never had such a balanced and wholesome diet in her life. She has even taken to eating sultana's.

Oh my weary head.


I struggle. Hand on heart, I have reached my limit. I stand at the pantry and can't even fathom the thought of another meal time mutiny. The tears that come from just suggesting a nappy change. And that's just from me. The feeling of I have absolutely NO IDEA what you want and If I do say no, that does give you a free pass to MY LIFE IS OVER melt downs.


Lather, Rinse and Repeat.


I look at the destruction zone called our home and believe that it would be better for all if we just went to the park. Even that small stroll is enough to have me looking like a loony mum with unkempt hair and twitch in her eye.


Oh my weary head.



As with every stage of child development, you stand slightly bemused and that look of what the hell happened there? embraces your face. Hello, toddlerdom. I am calling this, The Fantastic Twos. Because I am fantastic in saying 'Isn't this FANTASTIC?' with cheesy smile and a full mug of coffee.


Fantastic.


The weight of motherhood is weighing heavily on my soldiers today. I hate the feeling of "gaaaaaaah" bubbling so furiously away inside me. I feel teary. I wish for nothing more than a break. I feel spent. I wish I could call intermission and run out and grab a large popcorn and diet coke.


So yeah, wake me when September ends.

High Five... It's FRIDAY!!

It must be Friday.  I feel the urge to clock off.  Write on the time sheet that I have indeed finished for the day.  Swipe my pass through one of those fancy swipey machines.  Down tools.  Call Friday night beers. Skip out the doors declaring to all and sundry that 'I'm Freeeeeeeeeeeeeee' 

Reality is, there are no fancy swipey machines, your toddler ate the time sheet and you lost your pencil to the sand pit. 

High Five, it is definitely Friday.

Bubblesbubbles my bubbles.

On top of the fridge is the not-so-hidey spot for the bubbles.  It is a very regular sight for Ninja to be pointing in that general direction and muttering 'Bubbles? Bubbles?'  Don't confuse the similar word used for icy poles, because you will have a epic meltdown on your hands..  So, if I haven't answered: "No, bubbles gone buh-byes'  we usually head to our stomping ground, the back yard and put those coiled spring toddler legs to good use.  It brings a smile to my dial, to watch her chase them down and shout POP!

If I have the patience for the half hour it takes, Ninja comes to check the mail with me.  It's never a simple walk to the mail box and back type job.  Ninja won't have it. Our faithful watch dog also reports for duty, those two eyes never miss a trick.  A plastic bag cannot flutter passed our door without her acknowledgement.  In our neighbourhood, she has become known as 'that dog in the window'  Our bedroom window, her watch tower. 

So while Tessa-dog is certain that we are not legging it to the park, we check the mail.  Bills and the usual get tucked under my arm.  We then usually get distracted and pick some pretties to replace the not-so-pretties on the kitchen bench.   

A familiar scenario played out regularly at Ninja Towers.  You are never alone and jobs take eight times as long as they should.

Last weekend while on my very own {mission} it was also a hub of activity here at Ninja Towers.  A few trips to the garden centre and a cubic metre of soil dumped on our front lawn later.. a veggie patch was created.  My inner green thumb is over the moon.  How clever is Chris?  I can't wait for the seeds I planted to grow.  Can't wait to fill every inch of it with whatever I can get my hands on.  I think I like this gardening gig.

A sad day is approaching at Ninja Towers. Ninja says goodbye to her bestie, Tinks.  I say goodbye to my cuppa tea mate, Jane.  These two have been our mates since we walked through those doors at mother's group.  Ninja was 4 months old.  It will be a sad day.  The kiwi's fly the nest, back to the home land.  Our lives are very mirrored and I can understand 110% the pull of family.  We will miss them.  So terribly.  Our two girls causing all sorts of mischief.  Bitching and moaning about life.  Comparing notes on Toddlerdom. But I can see a better life for them.  Happy days. I can see so many more smiles on the horizon.  I can see many many skype dates. 

{ok, that was bloody hard to write, waaaaah}

Ninja is one tech nerd toddler.  My phone is a constant source of just give it to meeeee! amusement. I have obliged and downloaded a few apps that have her playing the xylophone like nobodies business or cracking the nasties because the flash cards don't appear quick enough. 

Today.  While I finished scrubbing the loo's she sat on our bed and kerplunked away on the phone xylophone.

She also had a go at changing my profile picture on facebook:

 To this.

Last look in the mirror, I indeed wasn't {Jack Vidgen}. But nevertheless.  For at least 60 minutes a few people scratched their heads wondering why.  Or not notice at all, depends which camp you reside on. 

See.  My phone links all my pictures from the computer onto it.  Yeah, great. I started a blog post this week, the one blogger ate.. that featured this here song bird.  Which Ninja then found and ticked that button that said yes, yes please change my profile to a Jack Vidgen. It is beyond me that a 23 month old has told me that this function even existed.

I am only slightly mad because he can apply his makeup better than I ever could.


Happy weekending.  Hope the vino fairies deliver,
Loz xx

Ps, Mum.. have got her a seat now:

Thankful Thursday: Sand

Welcome to another episode of  the highly rated and anticipated {Thankful Thursday} series.  Each Thursday you can tune in and watch the thankfulness unfold before your very own eyes.  No need to hog the remote, there's plenty to see here. 

Today's episode promises no cliff hanger endings, badly rehearsed lines or any slow motion running scenes. You don't need a ticket but it is better with a bucket full of buttered popcorn. I can't promise a gold class experience, but I can make a mean jam sandwich. Just ask Ninja.  Nothing else is required of you.  You just need to be thankful. 

This week, I am thankful for Sand.  Huh-yuh.


A package arrived at Ninja Towers this week and has caused some pretty big strawberries for morning tea laden smiles.  A wee while ago, My mum asked what Ninja would like for her b'day.  After a few brain storming sessions and some Internet searches later.. and a 'she'll love it' from Granda: a present was selected.  Huzzah to online shopping.  It came.  In the world's biggest box.  Slightly early, but Nanna gave us the thumbs up to rip it open.  She's good like that.

Inside the package was something so exciting and so attention keeping, that a certain toddler will only leave it's side for eating and sleeping.  Even that's a stretch.   

Strawberry stains stop for no one.

Its contents have caused for televisions to be left off, gum boots to be styled with jarmies, back doors to be hugged until unlocked and me to be at our back step with complete and utter look of 'well, I'll be buggered'  upon my face.

What is it you ask?

Behold, the sand pit.  The greatest invention known to Ninja.

The blinds go up of a morning and she is there. Waiting.  Her little pink gum boots in hand.  Ready.  Before the kettle has even boiled, she is there.  Like faithful friends they meet. I wipe the sleep from my eyes and watch her. I'm not quite sure what to do with myself.  No toddler hanging from my dressing gown waiting for breakfast.  I smirk a little at the sight of her in in jarmies and gumboots.  Eventually she breaks to inhale a bowl of weetbix. 

This sand business is hungry work.

She loves running the sand through her fingers.  She loves scooping it up.  Making little piles.  Making  star shapes. She would sleep in it given half the chance. Nanna and Granda also added in some Happy Land people to the box o' b'day goodies, well these dudes are all forms of happy.  When they're not getting a quick wash.

So when the sand is starting to do your head in, you just reach for the lid and hello..

Obviously before sand was added..

Today. The sun was indeed shining on Ninja Towers.  Lucky, because Ninja wouldn't finished getting dressed.  Her Sand Empire was waiting.  She replaced her choice of pink gum boots with a flash pair of red sandals.  Keeping up appearances and all that. She lost her shizzle when water and bubbles were added.  Could her day get any better?  Apparently not.

We distracted ourselves from the calling of all things sand and headed back inside.  Ninja took this opportunity to draw on the floor with chalk, chase Tessa-dog and hug the fridge to indicate it was indeed lunch time.  I changed her bed, made a boiled egg and hovered over the freezer in full contemplation mode for dinner.

Had a quick chat to Chris where we discussed how to conjure more hours in the day, or who had the best winning Lotto numbers.  Lunch was finished.  Ninja chucked the hugest hissy fit.  Pants were to stay off thank you very much and for the record.. "I am not changing my eggy top" 

Tracks were made back to The Sand Empire.  I down tools.  No more jobs for me.  I take my spot on the grass and soak up some sacred me moments. You'd think that with all this new found freedom I'd be busying myself with something else. You'd think so. Sure, I have emptied the dishwasher sans little helper hands and I have brushed my teeth in peace. But other wise you will find me, only a metre or so away.. soaking up the sun. Checking my phone for emails or getting ranty with the changes on facebook. Sipping a coffee. Listening to Ninja play. Thinking. Day dreaming. Cloud watching.

until someone spies you.  Then it's stacks on. 

yes, I am aware of the egg.

Thankful for sand, smiles, stacks on and early b'day presents.

Thanks Mum and dad x

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My Mission.

"Never mind I'll find someone like yoooooooooooooooooooooOOOOOOOH!

Mm mm mmmm something mmmm mmm mm m.. for you,  tooooooooo!"

My head finds itself sandwiched between a pair of pleather pumps and a pair of blister inducing foot adornments. Ears ringing, my head rests on my arm which is being propped up on the shelf. My eyes close..letting out a huge sigh. It takes a lot, resisting the urge of throwing the pair of canvas shoes. I try and block the song and dance unravelling a few metres away. Nervous for the next verse I continue. Ohh there's the ballet flats.   Where is my size?  Gah, I am not paying 30 bucks for that.  The eye watering smell of plastic fills my nostrils.  No one light a match in here.  My fingers prickled by my sides, itching to plug my ears and banish the noise being assaulted on my all. I braced myself for the next verse that was gaining momentum.

Sing song time in the next aisle was causing a slight twitch in my eye. 

"I totz love this song"

please for the love of coffee, stop singing along.

"Never mind I'll find someone like yooooooooooooooooOOOOOH!"

I abandoned my post.  No pair of shoes were worth listening to the "like totz hot" rendition of Adele's  'save it for the shower, sister'  karaoke session.  I feared they'd massacre any hope of me listening to her album ever again. {I do heart Adele} I raced away to the fading sounds of the next aisle and their "and did you SEE what she wore last night" ways. 

Ohnoyoudidn't.

Back to my original plan.  Operation: Find Loz some running shorts.  I had a shopping mission with a few key points.  Criteria. A) They don't fall down.  B) They don't make me look like Mr Blobby and C) They don't need me to sell a kidney to purchase.  

Not asking  much, really.

I stood in the sports section of my mecca of shopping, Target and winced.  If I looked any good in super sleek  shiny shiny bike shorts.. I wouldn't bloody well need them.  You can label them with many fancy smancy words as you want.. but they still look wrong. Where is the "you have a jiggly belly from pregnancy and no one, NO ONE should be seen in spandex" section??

I give up and try on some leggings {note, not pants} and an array of looked great on the hanger goodies.  Stand in the mirror and deliberate for far too long over 2 identical pairs of said black leggings.  Purchase a pair and get a tad stabby when the checkout girl announces she wants to check my bags. She paws through my things.  I produce my receipts and hope that she finds a jobs she likes soon. 

Don't work with people, if you don't like them.

Back to Operation: Find Loz some running shorts.  That A) don't fall down B) don't make me look like Mr Blobby C) don't need me to sell a kidney to purchase and D) are not shiny shiny HELLO THIS IS MY CELLULITE and yes, yes I do enjoy a biscuit or two. and E) not make me look like a shop lifter.

I find myself in a store where the music is too loud and the sales assistants are small enough to pack away into my handbag.  I shimmy passed a rack and wonder if I could squeeze one leg into their size XL pants.  I think not.  Unless I extracted a rib or something.  I leave and wonder where people who haven't exercised in a wee while buy their clothes.

I bravely walk passed a hoard of children hitting each other with balloons.  I hate balloons.  Despise them.  Petrified, if I am honest.  I continue, Ignoring all calls and beckons for coffee and cake.  I gain speed and walk passed a sports store.  The bored and stationary sales assistant checking her pony tail for split ends stops me from entering.  Also note criteria in point C.

Distracting myself again from the task at hand, I enter another store.  Where the assistant carries a clip board and I just know her boss has left her a stupidly long list of stuff to do.  On a Saturday.  Her quick "yesyes, try them on" cements this idea. I rifle though the sales racks and jump gleefully when  the cardie I had been pondering over.. is now down to $15.  Score.  I try on a maxi dress that makes me look like a snake who's just had lunch. 

I find myself in Big W.  Their hugely annoying and ear worm worthy ad campaign rings in my ears.  In the toy section I quickly grab some more bubbles for her royal Ninja.  I leave the area quickly, as this precious alone shopping experience was not to be wasted on other peoples children. "NO YOU CAN'T HAVE A MY LITTLE PONY" 

The sports section welcomes me.  Welcomes me in a you need to find some shorts, now kinda way.  You are going on a REAL run with REAL running types in less than 24 hours kinda way. That.

I find a rack that so far, ticks the boxes.  Even in my colour of choice, grey sans Spandex. I grab my sizes and throw them over my arm.  I make a bee line to the fitting rooms.  A little piece of me dies inside when I look more like Saggy Spice than Sporty Spice.

Next pair.

We have a winner.  Operation: Find Loz some running shorts.  All criteria was met.  I dance a little joyful dance.  I hang all the other pairs back up, because many many years working retail tells me this IS A VERY NICE THING TO DO. 

I stand at the entrance of the store with my bubbles, winning pants and have a long conversation on the phone to my sister.  Ninja had called her this morning and had left her a voicemail. 

Go to the self serve checkout and have an argument with it. No, my pants are not an UNEXPECTED ITEM. 

The gummy bears, yes..but not my pants

Mission complete.

Run.. Loz.. RUN!

Race one.

4.2km run.

Time: 0:38:37.0

Linking up with {diary of a SAHM} for #IBOT.



High Five it.

Oh hello you. 

It is indeed that time, where all things gravitate towards the words: High Five!  That exact time where you applaud all things related to sunshine and weekends.  Where you stop and smell the roses, only to realise that it's actually a geranium and you are allergic to bees.

High Five to you.

I've been taking three seconds out when I can.  Look at the clouds and day dream.  Make myself a cuppa and think of only positive thoughts.  What I am thankful for. Praise myself.  Be kind to me.  Forget about life for a brief moment.  Soak up the rays.  Relax. Feel free.  Focus on nothing more than the sound of my breathing. Meditate, be still. 

Even if it's only for a micro second, because you have to go back inside to make.. some 'calls'

I'm trying to learn the skill of patience, not intervening and put my rules onto everything.  Bloody hell, that is hard to do.  I am such a meddler.  I need to tie my hands behind my back some days.  It is also apparent that I need to chill out.. there is no magical stop watch to this here life.  I found this 'grass head kit' at the back of the third drawer down that time forgot.  Perfect.  Let's make this.  Then Ninja can water it every day and leave my poor coriander plant alone. 

Even though she pulled their eyes off and I feared we would be back to emergency with two goggly eyes glued to her head.  Or a pipe cleaner in one ear.  We managed to stuff 2 socks with saw dust and grass seed, make them a home in my geranium plant.  I even managed not to take over.  Much. But also be realistic in what a 23 month old can achieve with said items. 

We water them daily {it may only be the second day..}and have countless conversations about eyes and ears. They do need names. Without a doubt she then runs off to find the pipe cleaner glasses I made her.  She reminds me of Harry Potter.  But cuter.

It's been a crazy couple of weeks here at Ninja Towers.  Days are busy and don't slow down when you ask them ever so nicely to do so.  I've been frustrated.  I have had my shouty pants on more often than I should.  I have stood in our lounge room more times than I can recall.. to want nothing more than to pull a cover over my head and declare mumma's gone ni-nights.   

My source of frustration?  Usually Ninja and I have a toddle to the park daily and I would maybe go for a run every other night.  This has not happened.  I've been sick. Nursing spider bite gammy arm and all it's associations. We do get outside and soak up those rays.. helpful for that internal body clock and all that jazz.  But no happy exercise endorphins.  Oh my giddy aunt, have I noticed a gigantic change in me.  I feel sluggish, grumpy, teary, hopeless and quite over everything.  Nervous energy crept back in and I found myself doing three billion things at once and wondering why I fell in a heap time every time. 

I have been for one single run this week.  Mini dance off in the lounge room. Given reason to my feelings. Already I feel better.  A million times better. I feel I have some more oomph.  I feel that the dark cloud that was following me, has lifted slightly.  I admit, I was bloody fearful.  Not this ol' chestnut again.  Who'd a thought, exercise.. good for you??  If I ever find that damn spider....

100 days til Christmas.  Less than a month til Ninja turns 2.  Oh my.  I have so many things to look forward to.  These and more. This makes me smile and my eye twitch in unison.  We are also in the midst of planning our huge outback adventure next year.  Kinda a joint 30th bday. Yep, gives a new meaning to dirty thirty.  Along with our favourite happy campers we are heading to the great outback and seeing this great country.  It is safe to say I have seen my fair of camper trailer pictures.  I even graced a 4WD show.  I am excited.  Really, I am.

Ninja.  Oh Ninja.  The Wiggle's number one fan.  Tessa-dogs Bestie.  Dadda can't sneeze without you being there when he gets home.  You start every day with such devout enthusiasm.  You can be shy around people.  You love learning new words.  You would eat sauce on every meal if possible.  You hate vegetables.  You love fruit.  You are Miss Independence.  We've hidden the bubbles as we have run out.  You love drawing.  You said potatoes last night randomly.  My goodness you test my core.



Happy Friday.  High Five it if you feel it necessary.  You will find me glued to the front door waiting for my delivery of Friday night vino.  Happy weekending, Loz xx