Archive | December, 2010

The Winners are….not drawn yet!

18 Dec

Eeep! The Chocolatier Giveaway!

I forgot to do it.

 And now I have to go and have dinner with the guy whose guts I have spent the last 11 years loving.

So forgive me. I’ll do it in the morning. Maybe with a hangover.



Friday Faves – The one about the rocking chair

17 Dec

This is my rocking chair.

It lives in Zee’s room and is used for nursing my baby off to the land of nod. My mum, Betty, bought it for me while I was pregnant with Zee. After LD’s babyhood, I discovered it was the one thing I felt I should have purchased from the beginning. I knew I was going to be spending a lot of time in that chair so I needed it to be super-ultra-comfy. And not the usual ugly as sin nursing chairs I’d seen previously. Black pleather? Oh yes, a perfect addition to the typical nursery decor.

So, we found this one. My rocking chair. The rockingest chair of all.

I love it. But I lament a simpler time for my rocking chair and I.

Betty made the purchase a few months out from Zee’s birth. B set it up in our bedroom which is where little baby would be sleeping in the early days.

We had just moved into a new house. There was that smell. New. Nobody else’s DNA to corrupt it. My germ-phobic self was in heaven.

Winter had come and gone. The spring days dawned crisply. Perfect weather for fat pregnants like myself.

Zee was safely tucked up under my heart and LD still took naps. Both were infinitely more manageable back then. And lovable. Correlation between how much I love my children and how much they sleep? Strong. Very strong.

I remember the time so fondly.

It was to be the calm before the storm.

So I am wistful about my rocking chair and the peaceful times we shared. While LD napped, I would sit in my chair, feet up, rocking and reading. In particular, I read two books that my mother had loaned me. They had been sitting on my bookshelf for at least a year and I was delighted to be making a dent in the veritable shitload of books that had been stacking up.

The first was The Time Traveller’s Wife by Audrey Niffenegger.

The second was The Book Thief by Markus Zusak.

The first intrigued me, I assumed I would like it, and I certainly did.

The second was probably on my bookshelf for more than two years. I did not want to read it. I did not expect to like it. I absolutely, wildly, LOVED it. It will go down as one of my all time favourite books. Oh man, it was good.

I will always remember discovering this magical book while rocking in my very favourite chair.

And so, I breastfeed my pinching, eyelash grabbing, totally-worn-out-his-boobing-welcome baby son in my beloved chair and dream of a time when we can be alone together again.

Some day, I will have a room. A room with my writing desk,  a wall of books and a big bay window that the sunshine streams through. And the chair. And I’ll read in it just whenever I please.

RMTT #15

16 Dec

It was either Random Mumma Thoughts Thursday or the gym. And I chose the gym. Because my arse is fat.

But I will give you one random thought.

What is with guys and only working out their upper bodies? This guy at the gym tonight had the most enormous shoulders I have ever seen and yet, the legs of an eight year-old girl. Ridiculous.

Tomorrow, I hope to write something vaguely interesting.

In the meantime, enter this competition if you want free chocolate for Christmas.

The Little Mumma loves you.



The Christmas Truth

14 Dec

I love my kids. Really, I do. But fuck me dead if they didn’t almost kill the tree within 48 hours of it going up.

Witness the destruction.

Increasingly denuded tree – the work of a hungry dragon, apparently.

Completely denuded baubles – LD explained to me he was just playing with his balls. Oookay.

Within three days, they had defeated me. That night, B and I moved the damned tree.

The tree with almost no decorations from kid-reach down.

The tree that cost me a lazy 50 bucks just because it is real and smells good.

The tree that was dying before we ever strapped it to the roof of our car.

It does smell mighty good though.

So the tree is at the front door. Downstairs and safely away from the main living action which is located upstairs (stupid  topsy-turvy house). The expensive dead tree is downstairs and away from dragons and little boys who play with their balls – little boys who can but stand at the top of the staircase, hands clutching the safety gate that seeks to deny them, eyes gazing longingly at the splendid dead tree below.   

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Chocolatier Giveaway – The Christmas Edition!

14 Dec


Christmas-themed chocolate? And made by Chocolatier Australia? Well, you know I’m a fan.

I have five boxes to give away – and this is what you have to do.


  • Simply comment below with a little Christmas wish.


  • Head to the Chocolatier fan page wall and “Like” the link to this post.

You can enter either or both ways.

This giveaway will be drawn Saturday 18th December. Winners will be notified via a post on here which will also be linked on The Little Mumma Facebook fan page.

Good Luck!

**  Oh friends, I should also state that this giveaway is limited to Australian residents – only because I am not sure what the rules are regarding sending food over the seas! Sorry!  **