Playing

Wanted to share a video of the kids playing together today. But couldn't work out how to, not even sure if you can do that on blogger. And too tired to try to figure it out.
So here's some pictures I took during the same game instead.

Tiny

 Tiny is seven months old today. It feels like forever, and like five minutes at the same time. This week she's finally sleeping through the night, kind of. (She wakes up between eleven and one for a feed. If I'm lucky the Giant Husband is still up and takes care of it.)
 She is the happiest baby I know. She smiles and laughs all day, although we have recently discovered she can cry like an air raid siren if she's hurt herself.
 She can crawl now. And sit up for a while, especially if she has something to hold on to. At the moment she spends most of her time trying to stand up, and falling over.
 I'm making ninety per cent of her food. Not because I'm naturally that kind of person. But because when the Giant Baby was toward the end of his baby food days, I discovered that almost all baby food if it's fruit, is pear, if it's vegetable is sweet potatoes. This wouldn't bother me if it said that clearly on the package.  But it never does. The pack will say "Pineapple, orange and pear" but if you read the ingredients, in teeny weeny print, it turns out it's 99% pear with half a teaspoon each of pineapple and orange JUICE. I don't like that. It's hard to explain why. If the pack said "Pear with a little pineapple and orange juice", it wouldn't bother me. But the trickiness makes me not trust commercial baby food. And I'm pretty sure that was terrible English.
Anyway, baby picture spam. (It's way too early in the morning for stringing words together.)

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And some pictures of her new bedroom because while it's not fantastic or Pinterest worthy, I love it. And I'm really pleased with how well it came out given how little money we spent. Just try to ignore the washing line in the background.

Limbo

 So when we moved into the new house, I knew it wasn't all ready. I'd been told the two back bedrooms (which will be my doll/craft/sewing room and the Giant Husband's "Office" - a weird name for a room that will be used for playing computer games and watching Star Trek) needed painting. What the Giant Husband had "forgotten" to tell me was they were both full of junk that the owners were storing there. The kid's bathroom and the laundry also both needed painting and we're still full of someone else's stuff. The dining room still needed painting and had someone else's enormous dining table in it. The en suite had a shower that didn't quite work and the towel rail was in pieces on the counter.
Ugh.
I'm exhausted just thinking about it.
A LOT of progress has been made since then. But it is happening SLOWLY  Now the back hallway still needs painting and the two back bedrooms are half cleared out for painting. Otherwise it's all done (I'm not going to mention the large amount of crap that isn't mine in the backyard that I really want to go away) but a lot of stuff was supposed to go in those two rooms, and will eventually, but for the moment they're still in boxes in our room and our wardrobe. Including my dolls and my paints.

I managed to dig out enough sewing stuff to finish these two pinafore, I started before Tiny was even born.

I wish they were an inch or two longer but I'm not sure if I can fix that without making them look awful.

I'm also making Tiny a dress out of this fabric

It matches my coffee cups

And my keyring

Other than that it's chaos here. Tiny started crawling the week we moved in. Now she's using the furniture to stand up . . . And fall over backwards, most of the time. And going through that phase, all babies go through, where they look like that bad guy from The Princess Bride.

The Giant Baby is having more difficulty. He wants to be a grown up. He's jealous of his sister. He's not sleeping. He's tired all the time. He's terrified if bugs and spiders - which are things he's never really had to deal with before. He's lonely. And he's bored.

And I've fallen in love with Spotlight. Spotlight is a shop. I've always thought of them as a sewing shop. And I've never really gone there because they just weren't convenient to my old house. But they have EVERYTHING! Sewing stuff, craft stuff, party stuff, kitchen stuff, bed linen, towels and random household stuff. A lot of the stuff I wanted for the new house, I got there (actually from their online shop) because they had sales on and I could get good quality stuff for Kmart prices! I have a feeling that's where all my money is going to go for the foreseeable future!

One question I had when we moved was "Will we be out of bushfire land now?" And that finally got answered this weekend. Nope. Nope. Nope. (Although since we're in the middle of a housing estate, it'd be pretty tragic already if our place was burnt.)

Hopefully I'll be able to get to more fun stuff to talk about soon. If not you'll just get more rambling periodically.