191/365 Day 8 – A Bad Habit


I’m running low on bad habits. I used to drink too much and smoke way too much. Good times. I’m one of those people who fancies they’ll pick up smoking again when they’re about 70. Yes. I am THAT addicted. Which is exactly why I can’t sneak even one cigarette. Pity. But I digress. I’m running low on bad habits. Is procrastinating a bad habit? I hope not, because I’m really good at it, and I enjoy it a whole lot.

Most of my bad habits now are restricted to the neurotic behaviour variety. Like picking my lips. I do it more when I’m nervous but even when I’m not.

I have a very convincing facade of a confident person. And the only crack in it is that lip picking. But what do I care, it’s just a facade anyway.

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187/365 Day Four – Green


Green. This was a case of being paralysed by choice. Taken in the garden at my grandfather’s nursing home. Hide and seek is awesome, even if the toddler keeps giving away her position by giggling uncontrollably.

I finally made it up there today to introduce Piper to her great grandfather. She was very impressed and was all smiles and giggles, which of course he totally hated. Never one to be easily satisfied, he had barely soaked up baby deliciousness before demanding to know when I was going to have a boy. It appears my work is never done.

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184/365 Day 1 – Self Portrait


The next 30 days of the 365 project are part of White Peach Photography’s June photo challenge which I happened across thanks to Fat Mum Slim.

I don’t do smiling self portraits. I’m just not capable. In fact, the only good smiling photos of me are the ones where I don’t realise I’m being photographed. And since it’s kind of difficult to not realise your taking your own self portrait – well you get the idea.

Let me know if you are going to be playing along with this challenge so I can check out all of your photos as well!

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183/365 The Matching Pair

You know you have good friends when they send you something as unbelievably freaking cute as this. Thank you Stacey who knew how taken I would be with matching adorableness.

Upon opening this present, Riley told me exactly what we would do next, as only excited toddlers can:

‘I will put it on and Piper will put it on and then we will take a picture!’

Oh Googy, you know me so well.

And that is exactly what we did. Although the logistics of photographing two children was somewhat against me. Hence the look of guilt and/or fear you see in Riley’s eyes as I was attempting to get a photo where you could see both of their tops at the same time. It sounds so easy.

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182/365 Find the Dinosaur

Also known as the most awesome game ever. In which you hide the dinosaur somewhere underneath your unsuspecting sister who is currently incapable of much movement and then pull up one arm, then another, then the legs, then maybe roll her over ‘just a little bit’ to find said dinosaur. Now, that’s entertaining.

Possibly the most interesting part about it was how delighted Piper seemed with the whole exercise. Just as well, I have a feeling there are plenty more games where that one came from.

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181/365 Non-Independent Play

During the week I wouldn’t notice how much independent play Riley has. Because I’m constantly busy, she chooses to be involved or not. But it has been increasingly obvious on the weekend, when there is less busyness, that she really struggles with independent play. At times it seems impossible for her to even spend 5 minutes without one of us playing with her. And as much as I love the time I spend playing with her, I also need to have some down time as well. Even watching a kids movie doesn’t really do the trick because she spends every minute asking a question. She doesn’t even wait for a response, she’s just on to the next question.

Some of it is her personality. She’s very social. But, I think she should be capable of playing in the same room without having someone play with her all the time. So after consulting Dr Google, I came across this article about solo engagement and today there are a few changes around here.

No TV. Well, at least not until the witching hour when all bets are off. And trying to take a step back from her play and just let her run her own race. So that puzzle? It wasn’t finished but it was all her.

The next step is a serious toy cull and some form of toy organisation. I guess that means I have to go shopping. What a disaster.

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180/365 Naps are Evil

I paid for this day sleep with a two hour delay in the toddler’s bedtime tonight. Which is odd given that she only napped for an hour. Which just goes to show you that as wonderful as naps seem at the time, they really are evil things. I might have bribed her with marshmallows to wake up. Or with TV. Or both. I’m too busy exhibiting dodgy parenting tactics to worry about such things.

While Riley was busy napping, Piper was napping too. Jackpot. And 5 minutes later when I turned the kettle on, Piper woke up. It was a nice 5 minutes though.

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179/365 Play Time

Thanks to colicky baby turning into the happiest baby on the planet yesterday, we actually got some play time in. Apparently every time I catch the ball I ‘saved the day’, that’s the kind of recognition that I like for playing.

I might have had to confiscate the same ball a few minutes later because she was throwing it in the house. I’m not sure how effective this form of discipline was given the sheer amount of balls, toys, books and other entertainment devices we have floating around here.

Her ultimate devastation lasted approximately 9.6 seconds.

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178/365 Little Ray of Sunshine


I was up fairly late last night (or early morning) with a poor, distressed screaming baby. Not that you would know it from this photo, taken this morning. When colicky baby is gone and easiest baby on the planet is here. Trying to work it out makes my head hurt. Not that I’m complaining. That cuddly, smiling and happy to go to sleep baby of this morning will get me through a few more weeks of colicky baby.

Babies are divine. Colicky or not. But it’s nice when they are relaxed enough and happy enough that you can take a step back and appreciate it.

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176/365 Even Her Eyes Are Smiling

My baby is getting big. Or to be accurate, she’s not growing up so much as she is growing out and I do love a chubby baby. But despite colic which is relentless and hard and wears you down until you you feel like the most incompetent person on the planet, it’s not all the time. Yesterday was a bad day for colic. There was about a 7 hour stretch in there of pacing the floors. But even on that day, there were still some moments like these. And that’s what makes a bad day special.

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