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I made it Monday!

A little tutorial that will keep the kids busy for about… 10 minutes.

Way back while I was studying, a friend showed me how to do this. Probably seems very straight forward, but heck, I didn’t think about it at the time.

Mom bought Lili some glow in the dark stars; I had some of mine left over from res days, so yesterday we put them up.

You will need:

  • Ceiling
  • A broom
  • Prestik
  • Glow in the dark stars / celestial bodies etc.
  • Toddler assistant optional

I think this ceiling needs some stars

This is a spot directly above her bed. Little Lili hasn’t seen stuff glow yet – curious to see her reaction at night.

Get some glow in the dark shapes and Prestik

Put a ball of Prestik in the centre of your shape.

Put a little bit of Prestik on the tip of the broom handle; rub it flat so that when you put the star on, it just sticks, but will still come off easily.

Lightly balance the star on the broom handle where you used a little bit of Prestik.

Little hands can help too

Those same little hands made the mess on the floor… but you knew that didn’t you. (While uploading I notice that she was wearing this shirt)

Press the star - sticky side up - to the ceiling. Gently so as not to punch a hole or make a dent.

Our ceiling may look like grooved wood, but it’s actually polystyrene. It really helps with insulation, and you get all types of finishes. Point is, I still don’t want to poke a hole in it 😉

1 Star done! few more to go

Star spangled ceiling!

**We did this on Monday (posting on Tuesday): Don;t think she enjoyed the stars so much. Lili kept on asking me to turn them off. I just told her that if she doesn’t want to see tham, she should just close her eyes.

Tongue in cheek post for first 2011 craft post. May you all have a wonderful and blessed New Year!

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Reposted from Amelia’s Adventures.

Did I mention that we’re potty training now? For real. She wears knickers at the day mom with no accidents! At home it’s still a bit shaky though. Tonight she wet her pants twice and had a more solid accident as well… While there was a house showing – mind you, I have very short notice on the house showing; not that it would have prevented the little slip-ups, but I then I probably wouldn’t have been scurrying about tidying up.

While on the subject of Lili getting to be such a Big Girl, she baked some cookies yesterday at the day mom’s! Bev rolled the dough, but Amelia chose which cutters she wanted to use and cut the cookies out herself. Then she chose the decorations and Bev lent a hand, making sure the sprinkles landed on the cookies. Poor nunu had to wait almost 2 hours before Daddy came home to show him her cookies – and THEN she scoffed them.

And the final milestone that has me in tears tonight: she managed to put her sandals on by herself. You know the tricky ones with the thong through the toes and a little strap around the back to keep the foot in and a lot of Velcro? She took them off and put them back on in one sitting. *sniff* Baby is growing up.

 

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Then this post would be funnier.

Trying to get Lili to carry her own backpack. The pack can’t be THAT heavy. She’s 2 and we’re potty training.  So in the bag are 5 shorts, 2 T-shirts, jeans, long top and a plethora of tiny panties. (Aren’t they the cutest! Not in a shifty kind of way, but in a aww so tiny with frilly elastic kind of way).

Peer pressure usually works to get her to do something… doesn’t work so lekker when she’s the only toddler in the room though. But I coax and cheer and dance when she DOES carry it.

Which brings us to this morning. Got her to carry the backpack, but I wasn’t ready to leave for daycare and work yet. So she’s tagging behind me and commenting on the shortage of catfood, when she starts whining. You know that sound. Meeuuuh. And she drops the pack. Heavy Mommy. You carry it.

But then she skips over to the counter where I keep my handbag. Will carry mom yellow bag. She pulls at the handle to get it off the counter *whomp* onto the floor. Man-handles it into her arms and waddles over to me. Here mommy, you carry too. Also heavy.

I had to stop her from pulling my extras bag off as well; that one might concuss her.

Think I’ll stick to her carrying the bread.

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Kids pick up everything you say – it’s not a myth. It’s true. Ok, they pick up what you chat with other people, but they are selectively deaf when you ask them to pick up their toys or socks or make the bad… you get what I mean.

Like a good little scientist, I have proof to support my statement.
Yesterday afternoon I fetched Amelia from her day mom. Told her (day mom) that I don’t know how we’re going to get into the house because Henk came to fetch my house keys at work today. So I’ll have to deposit Amelia through a window and coax her to get the spare key… or hopefully Henk managed to catch one of the 5pm home guys to put the keys in our mailbox on their way home.

Conversation over, we headed home, and as I was parking Henk arrives in his bakkie too – He had left work early. We all piled into the bakkie and went to check out the building site that will soon be our new home.

En route – out of the blue – Amelia pipes up :” Pappa. Sleutel. Haal.” (Daddy. Key. Fetch.). I was almost speechless. I mean, what else is this child picking up from our everyday conversations?!!

So no more TTC talk – unless it’s in code. No more swearing (I’m trying my best, for fu… darnit) and NO SKINDER’ing. Like I ever gossip. But did you see who was pushing Linda’s trolley at Spar yesterday?

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Liefste poplap,

Jy is mamma en pappa se sonstraaltjie. Deur

jou oë leer ons opnuut die wêreld ken. Bly

altyd so ons pragtig, nuuskierige vonkel-borrel-

vlinder kind.

Met al ons liefde op jou 2de verjaardag

Pappa-Henk & Mamma-Tracy

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Whole bunch of It's Mine Goodies

A few weeks ago a friend of mine referred me to It’s Mine. She’d seen a child’s snack box and juice bottle labelled with these bright vinyl labels that JUST DON’T WASH OFF! I checked out the site, and remembered that I saw a discount code for R30 off in the NatGeoKids magazine.

I surfed the site a bit but couldn’t make up my mind as to which ones I wanted – no problem. There’s a starter pack you can order with a whole bunch of different labels. You choose the general colour scheme, the text (contact number optional), font, small icon and 2 larger icons. That probably took most of my time; deciding which 2 larger icons to use.

This week my order arrived and I’ve been labelling like crazy.

In the started pack I got:

  • 30 Large Vinyls
  • 60 Small Vinyls
  • 60 Pencil or Toy Labels
  • 20 Shoe dots (10 pairs)
  • 40 Iron on Rectangles
  • 1 Bag Tag with cable tie

I think I’ll get some more Iron on labels cause it feels like I’m forever buying new size clothes for Amelia. My favourite labels by far are the shoe labels. Just stick them the inside the shoes; they’re waterproof so they will stay stuck. Now everyone will know that It’s Mine!

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Got home all nauseous. Tried to make chicken stir fry something add a packet – bleh, couldn’t handle it. Told Henk to get his own food – I’m not hungry. Got knocked out at 8pm. Soon as Lili was fed and ready, downed 2 cold purple pills with Coronza C. I hit the sack – tried to pass out, but little fingers were pushing my buttons. Seriously. She thinks the moles on my body play magical musical notes – of course I encourage this by making magical musical sounds whenever she presses them, but not then, cause I felt miff/not smurfy/ flu’y/not lekker. She kept on pressing über nose mole and the Cindy Crawford wannabes. Only sound was ‘ uuuuhhrg, Mamma slapies’. To which the reply “s-aapies”. alll-most cracked a smile at the cute, but was way too miff. And when button pushing didn’t work, she combed my hair. My fringe actually. With a wooded brush. A round wooden brush from when Mommy still had long hair (yes, that happened). Think I got a bruise on my forehead.
Henk had to put her to bed – he even changed a *gasp* dirty smelly poo nappy. And commented on how cool the PnP nappies were cause they don’t leak \o/
Then he wanted to take my temperature. With his thermometer. I told him to go flutter off, I’m ill.
 
But Mommies aren’t allowed to be ill. So today I’m better. Still don’t like the idea of raw chicken that I have to cook tonight, but I’ll cross that bridge when I get there.

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