Wednesday, 22 August 2012

Colour Matching

I know colour blocking is still the rage at the moment but I've never been trendy and I probably never will. Today was such a nice and warm day that I was actually able to wear a skirt and bare my legs and wear short sleeves! 
I look really stiff. Can you tell I'm not a poser?

It was a bit chilly in the morning so I wore a blazer and scarf. Brown and blush is the colour palette for today and everything I wore matched, I think. I don't really care if my outfits don't match, to be honest. My whole fashion philosophy goes something along the lines of "I like this top, I like this bottom, I like these shoes, I like this scarf" and put them all together to make me happy.

Even my nail polish matched!

On the note of matching colours, my new puffer comes in the prettiest dispenser and the cap matched my nail polish on the weekend.

I'm currently watching X Factor and cringing. Don't some of these kids have friends who tell them they're crap? 

Tuesday, 21 August 2012

Sick of Being Sick.

When people told me Bubby will be sick for the first four years of his life once he starts daycare they weren't lying or exaggerating. Bubby is sick again for the hundredth time since he started daycare. And I am sick again for the 95th time. People also say that he'll be hardly sick at all once his immune system builds up by the time he starts preschool. I wonder if it means I will be hardly sick by then too. This latest bout of illness is a bit of a trifecta. Bubby started off with flu-like symptoms which developed into ear infection # 97 but just to be different he also had gastro AND tonsilitis. The gastro didn't seem to bother him much but the earaches and the sore throat certainly did. Can anyone paint a sadder picture than a sick mummy trying to take care of a sick baby?

Bubby is much better now but I'm still struggling. Bubby gets ear infections when he's sick, I get asthma. I've been wheezing so badly I sound like Stevie in Malcolm in the Middle. I was in a very bad way last Saturday night that I was going to drive myself to the 24 hour medical centre after I've put Bubby to bed but decided to sleep it off and go first thing on Sunday morning. I left early the following morning to avoid the crowd (there's nothing worse than a crowded clinic waiting room, all the germs floating in the air!) only to find the supposed 24 hour clinic was closed.

I'm no math genius but 7 am-10 pm is in fact 9 hours short of 24 hours. It's really a 15-hour medical centre. Anyway, even after I got a muffin and a hot chocolate I still had to wait a while in the cold but the important thing is I was the first one there and I got my asthma puffer and antibiotics. 

Speaking of antibiotics, Bubby tried to drink his bottle of antibiotics all at once! I placed the bottle on the dining table after I gave his dose and I went to wash the syringe when I turned around he looked like he was taking a swig from the bottle. I nearly had a heart attack. I dialled HealthDirect which put me onto Poison Information Hotline all while I was trying to measure how much was left in the bottle 3 mL at a time (because I only had a syringe. I really must 'borrow' a measuring cylinder from work) and calculating how many doses he's already had since Thursday, how much should be left and work out how much he has drank. It worked out he would have ingested less than 10 mL if any and that children can drink the entire bottle with little risk of an overdose. Apparently, this sort of thing happens all the time. It's a scary thought. It all happened in the 7 steps it took me to walk to the sink and rinse the syringe. Bubby looked quite pleased with himself, the little rascal. When the medic was asking me if he was responsive I was chasing after him in the kitchen because he's ran away with the bottle cap. Moral of the story is never leave medicine within children's reach and know that this level changes over time and have emergency numbers on the fridge.

Thursday, 9 August 2012

Bubby's Belated Birthday Bash.

I need to pick up my blogging mojo and what better way than to write about Bubby's first birthday party. It was a very small party with only ten of us including Bubby. There were balloons, banners and barbeque and I even baked a cake. (Yes, yes, I like alliterations.)

It's a chocolate cake with chocolate ganache. It's pretty dodgy looking but I've never baked a cake before and I certainly have never decorated one. The cake was pretty dry but the ganache was quite good. I used the leftover ganache to make mocha which wasn't too bad at all. I was also going to put the Batman figurine as a cake topper but I didn't leave enough space. It was the same cake topper that my brother had for his first birthday.

We also got to use our dining room for the first time.

Bubby liked his present from my parents. He would throw a tantrum if I so much as try to unbuckle the seatbelt.

There was some dancing afterwards. This kid knows how to party.

I'm currently watching rhythmic gymnastics. Finally, Channel 9 televises a sport that is interesting at a semi-decent hour although I really should go to bed. TGIF in about 20 minutes.