Awww bugger! Now I have to wait till Wednesday.

Don't you just hate it when you are expecting something in the mail and it doesn't come that day? I ordered a dress from Ezibuy last weekend and I thought it would turn up in the mail today but it didn't. So now I have to wait till the next mail day on Wednesday.

Monkey see, Monkey do

We are fast discovering that Monkey Nuts is a great mimic and a FAST LEARNER. If there is anything that you don't want him to learn how to do, you cannot under any circumstances let him see you do it. We have found him with tools trying to 'fix' things, he turns on the hoses trying to water the plants. Lately he is fixated on the work The Farmer is doing, well, around the farm. If The Farmer is in the sheep yards drafting sheep, then Monkey Nuts is right there with him, in the way, worse than a mongrel fox terrier dog. Over the weekend I have had to fetch him not once, but twice from down the driveway and then up the hill because he is following where his father has gone. This morning his escapade was to get the sheep in. We have 250 weaner lambs and about 30 of them got out. Monkey Nuts took it upon himself to get them back into the paddock.

^ This is Monkey Nuts after all the lambs ran away.

^ These are the lambs running down the driveway.

^ This is Monkey Nuts following them down the driveway, while calling out "Back in the paddock!" I was nearly wetting my pants laughing it was hilarious to watch - a real little farmer in the making. We always said he was The Farmer's Mini Me but this is ridiculous.

So I went and got him in the car for the third time in as many days and asked him what he was doing and he told me "Put sheep back in paddock" in such a matter of fact way, as if to say how could I possibly think anything different. We did get all bar two of the lambs back in the paddock. The Farmer can get the stragglers later.

Just 5 kilos before Christmas

Bum fat, not crack cocaine incase you were wondering ;)

I have 3 down and only 2 to go, but by golly they are stubborn! I'm doing all the right things, but my butt just isn't parting with it *sigh* all I can do is keep on keeping on.

Shopping for Big Boys Toys

Saturday was The Farmers Birthday. So on Sunday we had a family shopping trip to our nearest 'big town' so he could go shopping because Total Tools was having a sale (and trust me when I say 'Total Tools' must also be a factor when they employ people). Oh the joy it was, traipsing up the aisles looking at stuff I have zero interest in for an hour. To be fair he did let me do a bit of shopping too later on but at least I can recognise children about to revolt a mile away and will move on to the next shop. The Farmer is yet to learn that important parenting skill. His final purchases were a tool box and drop saw. Poor Mate in the back seat had to spend the entire trip home caged in the back penned in by the huge toolbox and dropsaw on a 40 degree day. It was almost like the Supercheap ad where the little boy is sent home in a taxi because dad overdid the shopping.

Santa Photos and terrified kids

Why do people do this? It never ceases to amaze me the amount of parents that subject their kids to this every year. It's horrifying for everyone involved. Now I don't begrudge a parent wanting to have a nice Christmas photo of the kids on Santa's lap, but fair go, if they are screaming because they are terrified of this strange bearded man, why do it? Is it really worth the mental anguish to your kids just so you can have a dodgy Santa pic complete with red-faced crying children?

Random Pondering #1 Where do flies go at night?

With the heat upon us we gets hundreds of blowflies congregating at the doors during the day - even our car shed is full of blowflies and as soon as anything goes near them they start buzzing around, which kinda freaks you out at first because blowflies sound an awful lot like a swarm of bees, but come nightfall they all disappear. So where do they go at night?

WTG Mr Whippy, great timing!

Yesterday was Little A's. It was hot and a little bit muggy so my group of kids were easily distracted as it was during our rotation on Discus and then we heard it, the ever-so-faint tinkle of Greensleeves. That can only mean one thing. Mr Whippy has decided to do the rounds. We thought we got off scott free, you could just hear it off in the distance and then it would peter out as he moved further away, then you could hear it again, then you couldn't. I kept exchanging furtive glances with the other Mum who was helping me when we realised that it had stopped fading out and was just getting louder and louder. But we pushed on, calling the kids up to have their next throw. It was only a matter of time before the kids heard it too. Then he pulled up on the street in front of the oval. I looked around and saw that the attention of a few of the kids had shifted to across the road, it was only a matter of time. Then the call came. "MR WHIPPY!!!!!" we'd lost. Mr Whippy had won their undivided attention and soon MrsM and I were alone, dust blowing in our faces from the trail of kids running past to get a better view of his van. Then he did the unthinkable. HE DROVE RIGHT INTO THE SPORTS GROUND!!! At that point hell broke loose. He parked literally 50 yards away and all my under 7's are over at the fence lined up chanting "ICE CREAM, ICE CREAM, ICE CREAM". I looked over at the Under 6's age manager and found it comforting that MrsM and I were not dealing with this alone, her group was also along the fence a bit further up from up. MrsM and I had no other choice but to submit and endure a few minutes of hot, chanting children until he had the good sense to leave. Only then could we finish our last round of discus.