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RMTT #12

25 Nov

Happy Thursday, peeps! It’s been a super-rainy day here which I’m actually loving after the hot days we’ve had. Where in the world has 25 degree days all year round? That’s where I want to live.

Hang on! Weather chit-chat? Oh no, not on The Little Mumma. Let’s talk randomness instead.


1. Accidental Thievery

We’d been shopping and things were slowly descending into madness as they are wont to do when you have two small boys in a pram. I was out of “shut them up snacks” and all other tricks had been equally exhausted. It was time to go. I hot-footed it back to the car pushing two kind of heavy kids who felt considerably heavier given the whining and really flat tyres the pram was sporting. Sooo, you can imagine my dismay at discovering that LD had acquired a book from the last store we’d been to. And I had waltzed out of the (mega chain-)store with absolutely zero knowledge of our Freddy Five Fingers discount. Serious conundrum. Finally back to the car and pram unpacking underway – could a reasonable person expect me to to go back and return the stolen goods? With two kids who were over it at least 30 minutes ago? I didn’t go back. But I do have plans to return the book at a later date. Unless I donate it to those Christmas Wishing Trees that give presents to under-privileged children. Whaddya think? Should I play accidental Robin Hood?


2. Things that make you go ‘hmmm’

During the infamous ‘accidental thievery’ shopping trip, Shopping Centre Santa referred to LD as ‘Princess’ – not convinced LD didn’t love it.


3. Hair Woes – AGAIN!

I had it cut. And for a minute, I thought it was uber-funky. Now I’m back to woe. And little bits of hair that won’t go back in my obligatory ponytail. Fucking!


4. Risky photo pay off

My notoriously light sleeper, Zee, had the sweetest little sleeping smoosh face and I desperately wanted to take a photo. I was just checking in on him as I headed to bed so the idea of disturbing him was underwhelming. But I did it anyway. And not a peep! But given the adorability factor of this shot, I reckon waking him would have been worth it.


5. The writing is on the wall…

Smashed my favourite glass for drinking coke. I think that’s called a sign.


6. Over Hurl

Oh my goodness, could it really be true? Has Zee finally grown out of his crazy refluxy chucking stage? No, no, I can’t talk about it for fear of the jinx. Stop. I never wrote this.


6. Conversations with the 3-year-old

Little Mumma: LD, please stop that. I don’t like it when you pinch my arm

LD: But Mumma, it’s not pinching. It’s the tree (indicates my arm) and it’s the dinosaur (indicates his pinching fingers)

Oh well, in that case…….


Random Fact: This time last year, B and I were just arriving at the hospital. Almost ten hours later, Zee came into the world. And not a moment too soon……

Where am I?

9 Nov

At the end of the month, we reach a milestone in the life of Zee. He will be a year old. Crazy.

This reminds me of a few things I will need to do. One of them is writing his birth story…I have a habit of getting it done just in time for the first anniversary. I am, after all, a lazy bitch.

The other thing is the one year vaccinations. Deeply NOT looking forward to that but I believe it’s important so that’s what we do. And experience has shown that I take it a lot harder than the kiddos so really, I need to reign in my need for the theatrics and just get it done.

I took the above photo at Zee’s six month vaccinations. We went along to a council run session. Can you guess the venue?

Clearly, there’d been some kind of fierce competition between Team Red and Team Black. It made me giggle!

Boring Tales and True

4 Nov

This photo makes me wistful. And there are several reasons.

Reason 1. Look how cute and young I am!

Reason 2. Though they are hidden in this shot, I know my knockers were criminally perky. Were.

Reason 3. I was about to dive face-first into a chocolate sundae.

Instead, my reality tonight Р taking my older, less cute self with perk-diminished breasts, to the gym.


So, Random Mumma Thoughts Thursday #9 is due tonight and yet, I fear I won’t make the deadline. I’m going to give it my all though because The Little Mumma loves YOU!

Meanwhile, if you loved The Little Mumma, you’d click this little old link….(and then click once more!)





hello lover…..and goodbye (maybe)

2 Nov

I don’t drink coffee. I don’t do drugs. Or smoke cigs.

But I will sell my firstborn for a glass of this black heaven.

Mornings, I clock watch until the time I deem it not completely inappropriate to start slamming back the coke. The way an alcoholic longs for 5pm, I look to 9am as the good and right time to begin my black sugar IV.

It’s a problem. I know it. Just look at how lovingly I photographed the above, the painstaking way I edited the photo, turning a picture of empty soft drink vessels into a love letter.

I know it’s a problem.

So I’m staging an intervention. On myself.

In the first step towards killing the coke-fiend within, today The Little Mumma joined a gym.

And then actually worked out at that gym.

I’m not promising an immediate coke ban (although I really should) but rather, I am allowing my body, on it’s journey to better health, to decide when it no longer needs that shit. I trust it will do just that.

Work out tip – Music is EVERYTHING. Today I went hard on the cardio machines. And if you want an absolutely shredding session, look no further than this song. I was running and smiling. Ha!

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