Five years old. Pebble is five years old! This is only the beginning really, isn’t it? But it feels SO big, this number. Five is an important turning point, she’s a big school kid now. She won’t be at home with me anymore and the outside world becomes a much bigger influence now. Continue reading “And then she was five”
As much as I have been enjoying dressing myself up these days, I also really love dressing my kids in cute clothes too. The trouble is that I don’t like spending a lot of money on kids clothes because I believe in messy play and having fun outside. So when Nikki from Second Dressed got in touch and told me about her recycled children’s clothing business I thought it was just brilliant. I told her that I’d love to share it with my readers, just because I love it so much (I haven’t been paid or given freebies for this, it’s all small business love).
Second Dressed is an online recycled children’s clothing boutique that makes it super easy for you to buy and sell high quality, second hand children’s clothing. It’s very easy to navigate, just choose the age and gender of your child and see what’s in stock. Once you’ve ordered your clothes they will arrive quick smart along with a reply paid satchel for you to pop your own children’s clothes in and send back to Second Dressed. It was SO easy to do and Nikki has done a great job of explaining the no fuss process on her website:
My account was credited with the money for my clothes within days of sending them off. Unlike other online selling options I didn’t need to take photos and set up auctions or worry about collection or postage. It was all done for me and it was AWESOME.
15% off all purchases for Octavia and Vicky readers
Second Dressed is offering Octavia and Vicky readers 15% of all purchases from now until January 10th, 2015. Just use the offer code ‘OV15’ at checkout. Please do pop over and give Second Dressed a try, I bet you’ll love it as much as I did.
What are you waiting for, go and pick up some cute threads for your kids to wear this Christmas.
This one sneaks up on you. Picture this: you’re happily going about your business, but you keep on smelling … well… poo. You take a peek at your littlest treasure’s nappy but there’s nothing there. Just a clean bottom and an empty nappy. Assuming he’s priming himself up for the occassion, you carry on with your motherly duties (Facebooking and avoiding housework) but you continue to be haunted by That Smell. Another check of the offender and he’s all clean. What’s up with this?
I’ll tell you what’s up. It may not be hot air, either (if you know what I mean). It’s The Secret Agent. I was quite amazed the first time I discovered one of these. I finally opened up Rocky’s nappy to get a good look at what was going on and there, wedged between his butt cheeks, was a perfectly round poo. It had been dispatched but had not quiet escaped the cushioned comfort of Rocky’s bottom!? Well, I never.
Whatever did I talk about before I had all this poo to bang on about? I could go on further about the many times my own bathroom visits have been interrupted and in all the varied ways … but who wants to imagine that, right? (Seriously though, last week Pebble brought me her ice block to slurp on and just this morning Rocky brought his train and proceeded to ride it across the gusset of my knickers. ‘Gusset’. Isn’t that a fab word?).
This will, however, be the final poo chat for the foreseeable future. So soak it up while you can *ew*.
Have you been hit by a Secret Agent? Or had a train toot it’s way across your undies?
Sit down with me, have a cuppa ready, let’s catch up on things. I tell you what, my kids are growing like weeds. So much growing. Rocky is changing before my very eyes. He slept through twice this past few weeks. All night. In his own bed. I never thought it would happen. But it is happening and it will happen more and more often. He does manage to sneak into our bed A LOT though. They say consistency is the key to winning at parenting (don’t they?) but sometimes mama-not-losing-her-mind is more important, and we all snuggle together. One day I’ll ache to have my little bubba in bed with me and miss his snuggles. I may as well make the most of it now.
Only two more sleeps until Pebble has her first school transition visit. Big School! She is super pumped for it, counting down and chattering about where she’ll sit and which friends will be there. I hope the day lives up to the hype! I may have some advice-in-hindsight for you all in a few days time…
I’ve been cooking up a storm in the kitchen. I made this delicious chicken noodle soup. scrummy chicken and bean stir fry and I’ve been obsessed with sweet potato fries. In fact, sweet potato fries and I need to take a break or my jelly belly is gonna give Santa a run for his money. It’s not the fries, it’s the aioli I dunk them in! Mmmm aioli.
Pebble, Rocky and I submitted our video for Edenland’s 1st Annual International Lip Syncing Awards 2014, in honour of her brother Cam, who committed suicide in October last year, the same month that my brother Ryan also committed suicide. It’s funny (shitty) how the crappest of circumstances bring people together. Pebble chose to lip sync ‘Roar’ by Katy Perry – we take a while to warm up but come into our own at about the 3 min mark. Sending big love out there to Eden, Cam and Ryan.
We’ve posted off our gift for the International Kids Gift Exchange. Pebble just adored choosing gifts for her recipient, who lives in South Africa. We’ve been learning about where South Africa is and a little about South African culture. We hope Isabelle loves her gifts! Thanks to Christie at Childhood 101 for running this amazing gift exchange, it’s no small feat.
I’ll be keeping my head down and bum up to smash these last few weeks of school and try to squeeze out every last learning opportunity for our class of five and six year olds. Then there’s the report writing… Not to mention that this is my last year teaching with the BESTEST teaching partner ever. She’s going full time next year, I’m going to miss sharing a class with her very, very much.
Aside from reports, this time of year also means lots of catching up with friends and I’ve been getting very… social. I had a fabulous afternoon out with the girls this past weekend and my head hurt for most of today because of it. It’s been a very, very long time since I had quite that much champagne in one go. What a start to the silly season! I rocked my new Big W neon and snake skin heels, very comfy and I think they’re just gorgeous. I love a good bargain. Thanks to Nat from Make It Look Easy for hosting a sneaky pre-party drink at her place x
How about you? Are your kids sleeping? Are they about to start a new adventure?
Let’s revisit those special parenting moments. I’ve already covered the poo finger, it was such a relief to find out that I wasn’t alone in this experience. Now I’d like to talk about The Water Bomb. In fact, this is Rocky’s specialty this week. Perhaps he knew I was planning to write about and wanted to give me plenty of real world experience to draw on. However it’s come about, I’ve had to deal with three Water Bombs in the past week. That’s right – I’m talking about the bath poo.
Perhaps it’s the warm water, relaxing all the muscles in the body. Perhaps it’s the post-dinner timing. Whatever it is, Rocky has always been a bit partial to a bath poo. I had gotten in to the habit of bathing him ONLY when I knew he’d filled his nappy in the last couple of hours. But the Water Bombs had been few and far between lately, so I took a few risks. Poor Rocky, he was not pleased at all, and obviously had no control over the situation.
Let give you a few hot tips for dealing with The Water Bomb:
- scoop and flush – grab the largest receptacle you can get your hands on, a bucket or ice cream tub (not a cup), and scoop that poop then flush it down the loo
- shower power – pop the poor bub into the shower while you clean up the bath. Give it a good squirt with your bath cleaner of choice and rinse thoroughly.
- risk assessment – if you have the strength left in you after dealing with The Water Bomb, refill the bath and pop bub back into the bath for some happy play time and a good clean. If you’re concerned about a repeat Water Bomb then wash and rinse in the shower and go, go, go!
Are you kids Water Bombers?