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The squeezie yogurt

26 Apr

“If someone made reusable squeezie yogurt containers, they’d be rich.” I told Aaron one day.  Seriously.  Every time we go to the shops, my kids want squeezie yogurt.  They won’t eat yogurt at all unless it’s out of a squeezie pack.  Unfortunately, the squeezie packs are more expensive, and contain more sugar than I’d like them to.

The very next day, I got an email wanting to know if I’d review a Yummi Pouch.  Yes, someone actually did come up with a reusable squeezie yogurt pouch.  Or pureed fruit pouch.  Or baby food.  Or whatever you want to stick in there that is small enough to come out of the hole.  Ingenious.

Oh yes, reusable squeezie pouches

Oh yes, reusable squeezie pouches. Not sure why my screen shot includes a big square, but oh well.

As if I was going to say no.  A reusable pouch meant that I could make my own yogurt, sans all the sugar, and stick that in the pouch for the kids.

I made the yogurt in my $12 yogurt maker from Aldi, and then set about sticking the yogurt into the pouch.  Humph. That part was actually quite tricky.  I got a small spoon, and spoon ful by messy spoon ful, filled the pouch with the yogurt.  It would have been much easier with the special pouring into pouch jug they sell on their website.

See the pouring thing? Would have been very helpful.

See the pouring thing? Would have been very helpful.

The kids enjoyed slurping from their Yummi Pouches, and ate all of the home made yogurt within them.

The next time didn’t go so well.  “I don’t like this yogurt Mommy.” Hannah told me.  Sigh. It wasn’t so much a reflection on the Yummi Pouch, but my home made yogurt.  Sigh. That’s what I get for trying to feed her greek yogurt instead of fruity yogurt.  Next time I will add some pureed fruit so it passes the taste test of a 3 year old.

I used to buy those squeezie packs of baby food to take when we went out anywhere when Daniel was little.  But again, they were comparatively expensive (just very convenient ). Yummi Pouches would have been great for when Daniel was a baby.

PROS:

-Reusable
BPA and phthalate free
-Convenient
-Dishwasher safe
-Easy to clean by hand (with a bottle brush to get in the tip)
-Inexpensive
-Easy for kids to use

CONS:

-Hard to fill without the special filling funnel pitcher

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The rude boy

24 Apr

As I drove to the gym, a semi-truck kept pace in the lane next to us.

“Big f**k!” Daniel declared excitedly, pointing and flapping.

I did a double take.  Did he really just say that?  “Yeah, big truck.” I said, emphasising the t.

“Big f**k, big f**k!”

I held it in as much as I could, but some laughter managed to escape me.  I certainly didn’t want to encourage foul language, but at the same time, it was rather hilarious hearing the f-word so innocently coming out of a 20 month old child’s mouth.

“Big f**k in the tunnel!” Daniel told me with glee the other day, driving one of his toy trucks under his wooden toy railway bridge.

Yesterday we went to Fantastic Furniture to get a desk chair.  Daniel wanted to sit in every chair and on every couch they had.  Hannah wanted to look at the bunk beds.

One bunk bed in particular caught the eye of both kids.

“BIG F**K BED!!!!!!!!” Daniel yelled loudly with a giant smile across his face.  He ran over to the bed and climbed on the bottom bunk.  He loves beds as much as he loves trucks. “BIG BOUNCY F**K BED!!!!”

"Big f**k bed!"

“Big f**k bed!”

Let’s just say I’m glad I was the only customer in the shop at that time, or I would have some serious explaining to do.

The rudeness doesn’t just cover trucks though.  It also extends to socks.  He can say sock, he’s said it many times before, but the other day he suddenly started saying cock instead.

There are no socks Daniel likes better than his dinosaur socks.  He has about 3 pairs.  In addition to trucks and bouncy beds, Daniel also loves dinosaurs.

“DINOSAUR COCK!!!!!” Daniel announced happily when I sat him down to put his socks on.  I couldn’t help myself.  Despite my best efforts not to, I laughed.  Out loud.  Which of course egged him on.  “DINOSAUR COCK, DINOSAUR COCK!”  He said, clearly pleased with himself.  “I have dinosaur cocks.”

Note to self: no matter how hard it is, DO NOT LAUGH when son accidentally swears.

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The debate (and a giveaway!)

21 Apr

Just to let you know, there is a giveaway at the bottom of this post.

Our debate topic was selected to go first.  It felt like my heart was beating so hard, it might just come right out of my chest.  My armpits started sweating.  I tried to slow my breathing in order to control my nervous rapid heartbeat, but my efforts were futile.  Instead, I forced myself to listen intently to the other team so that I could offer valuable and punchy rebuttals whilst trying to ignore the extreme nervousness and anticipation I was feeling.

I had practiced my speech in front of a mirror about a thousand times.  I knew my information, but I still had all of it typed up with exactly what I wanted to say sitting on the table in front of my just in case I had a brain fart at an inopportune moment.

“My name is Sheri, and I know I am speaking last today, but as you can see, two members of our team didn’t show up, so I am not going to be filling the role of last speaker, but will be speaking as the second speaker because that was my original role.”

Debates are usually 3 on 3, but there weren’t enough people to make a 9th debate team, so our debate was 4 on 4. Unfortunately, two of the people on my team didn’t show up, and one person on the opposing team didn’t show up.  What the point of enrolling in a class, paying for the class, and then not turning up to the second day of a compulsory 2 day workshop is, I’m not sure, but whatever.

“The other team said that late abortions, even after 24 weeks should be allowed if the fetus is likely to be disabled.  Do you think that disabled people are somehow less human or that disabled people have less of a right to life than able bodied people?  I think Stephen Hawking would have a few things to say about that.”

I could hear the reactions of the crowd. I could see the pleased look on their faces, and the slightly shocked look on the opposing teams faces.  Sure, Stephen Hawking was born with a disability, but that is not the point, and the crowd knew it.  And I knew a line like that would get everyone’s attention and compel them to listen to the rest of what I had to say, rather then sit there fidgeting whilst their minds were somewhere else.

My nerves were making my legs physical shake underneath me, but my voice did not betray me.  I don’t think anyone noticed my shaking legs, and I  somehow delivered my speech better for the audience than I did to the mirror.  They listened to my every word and cheered for me when I was finished.

My debate. In case you're interested.

My debate. In case you’re interested.

“Ok, show of hands, who thinks the for team won?”  The teacher asked.  Only 2 or 3 hands went up.

“Who thinks the against team won?” About 13 hands went up (our class was divided into two groups for the debates so that we didn’t have to sit there for four hours, while everyone had a turn).  Some people didn’t vote.

We did it.  With two team members who didn’t turn up, we still won. Not that winning affects our scores, we are each scored individually based on our performance on the day, and then weighted according to how our team members scored our teamwork leading up to the event, but still, it was nice to win.

Everyone else had debated before, so I was the only debate virgin.  It’s a requirement in high school over here.  Lucky for me, I was a horse nerd growing up.  I was in horse 4-H from when I was 4 until I was 18.  To compete at the county fair horse shows, it was a requirement to complete 1 or 2 (can’t remember which) horse judgings, which were essentially mini shows with only 4 horses/riders in which the audience had to judge the class themselves.  The closer you got to what the real judged scored the class, the better you did.  It just so happened that I was very good at horse judging.  I was on the county judging team, and qualified to do horse judging at state level. I even won at State once.

At state level, and even some county events, we were required to give oral reasons, which involved standing about 2-3 feet in front of someone like Pat Pehling, who was the Head of the Snohomish County4-H Horse program (and a quick google check reveals that, OMGosh, I think she still is!!!), and delivering a memorised speech of why you placed the horses/riders in the order that you did, in a structured manner.  Pretty much like a one sided debate.

When I first started competing in horse judging, I completed workshops and participated in information nights so that I would have the best chance I could at doing it right.  The thing I remember most is being told that most people lose lots of points in their oral reasons because they don’t make eye contact with the person scoring them.  From that moment on, I resolved that I would not be one to lose marks just for not making eye contact.  I would stand there in front of Pat Pehling, gazing straight into her eyes for the whole 1-2 minutes no matter how awkward and uncomfortable it felt at the time.

And you know what? That is what I did. Every. Single. Time.  I forced myself to talk at a reasonable pace, not too fast or too slow or stumbling over my words, speaking in a clear, strong, confident voice, no matter how unconfident I felt, all whilst staring down the person judging my oral reasons.  And for that, I always got very good scores for oral reasons.

I used the eye contact and voice skills that I learned all those years ago in my debate, since I didn’t have any other experience to go on.

Who knew that years and years of being a horse nerd would translate to winning a university debate all this time later?  See, it pays to be a nerd 🙂

GIVEAWAY!!

To celebrate the win, and that fact that horse 4-H helped us win, I am giving away a double pass to the  Cavalia show in Sydney on the 21st of May. The winner will be able to collect the tickets from the box office.

Cavalia: A Magical Encounter Between Human and Horse, an innovative multi-media and multi-disciplinary production created by Normand Latourelle, one of the co- founders of famed Cirque du Soleil, announces the addition of two more cities to its debut tour of Australia. Cavalia will open in Sydney on May 15, 2013, under its signature White Big Top, on The Showring at the Entertainment Quarter in Moore Park.

I can't wait to see Cavalia! I get to go opening night with Aaron.

I can’t wait to see Cavalia! I get to go opening night with Aaron.

Enjoyed by some 3.5 million people across North American and Europe, Cavalia is a lavish production involving 50 magnificent horses and featuring 42 riders, aerialists, acrobats, dancers and musicians from all over the world. A show unlike any other, Cavalia celebrates the relationship between humans and horses, virtually reinventing the equestrian arts.

In Cavalia, horses cavort with the many artists in front of a constantly changing digital background projected onto a 60 metre-wide screen, drawing spectators into dream-like virtual environments. Unlike traditional horse shows, Cavalia’s audience faces a single 50 metre-wide stage which allows the horses space to gallop at full speed, at times running completely free, unfettered by bridles or halters. Cavalia takes place under a white, big top, rising some 35 metres high that gives the horses an ample playground to perform with their trainers and artists. Cavalia’s gleaming White Big Top is the second-largest touring tent in the world – surpassed only by the one housing Cavalia’s sister production, Odysseo.

To enter, just comment below and I will draw a random winner via random.org.

-Competition open to anyone 16+ worldwide, but winners must be in Sydney on the 21st of May to collect their tickets and go to the show. ID is required at the box office to collect your tickets.

-Prize is non-transferable, non-changeable, non-refundable.

-Competition ends Saturday, 27 April 11:59pm.

UPDATE:

Congratulations to Ann, who was commenter number 9 and won the double pass to Cavalia!
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The messy couch

15 Apr

“Daniel, time to get your jammies on.  Come here you cheeky monkey!”

I went to the living room where he was giggling on the couch, please with himself for running away from his jammies.

“Daniel… I’m going to find you!”  I giggled as I walked towards the couch.

“What have you been getting in….” My voice trailed off as I saw the mess all over the couch.  At first glance, it looked like he’d found himself a nice chocolate oatmeal cookie, chewed on, then spat it out and smeared it all over the couch.

Except we didn’t have any chocolate oatmeal cookies.  Or any chocolate or cookies for that matter.

He looked at me with a giant smile spread across his face, his legs, arms, covered in the stuff that resembled half eaten chocolate oatmeal cookies.  It was all over the seat of the couch, the back of the couch, and the side cushion too.

As soon as my voice trailed off, I knew what it was.  I don’t know how it happened.  He was wearing a nappy.  Not pants though.  It was hot that day and we were at home, so he didn’t really need to wear pants.

I picked him up, with one of my arms under his armpits, and the other one holding his feet as if he were a calf at the rodeo.  I tried to hold him as far away from my body as possible, but it didn’t matter.  By the time we got to the bathroom, my pants were also covered in poop.

Did I mention we had 5 guests over for dinner at the time, and dinner was fresh off the BBQ (because we have a yard now and can actually have a BBQ) and ready to be served?

I stood Daniel in the bathtub, taking his nappy that had just as much poop on the outside as it did on the inside.  Again, I’m not quite sure how that happened.  As soon as I got it off and into a bag that I yelled for Aaron to bring me, I turned on the water.

Unfortunately, the bathtub did not come with a plug, so I have been using a silicone cupcake wrapper in the meantime.  I did actually buy a plug, after measuring the hole it needs to fit into, but we all know how I suck at measuring, and the plug didn’t fit.

I adjusted the water temperature and saw Daniel’s arm going towards his bottom. “NO DANIEL! DON’T GRAB ANY….”  But I was too late, he already had a fist full of poop.

One very soapy bath with rinsing straight from the tap rather than the bathwater later, Daniel was cleaned up.  The bathtub was also scrubbed and disinfected, and the couch cushion covers are currently in the washing machine awaiting their third soak/wash cycle with laundry detergent and disinfectant.  Hopefully I will be able to laugh at this incident in the near future, but now if I think about it, it just makes me cringe.

I will post something about moving and the new house soon, when I unpack the DSLR and can take some proper photos.  Oh, and my debate is tomorrow.  Trying not to wet my pants as we speak (er…write).

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Busy mommy

4 Apr

Hannah is recovering from pneumonia.  The third and fourth kinds of antibiotics and a trip to the children’s hospital seemed to do the trick.  She is her cheeky happy self again without the fever and the doc. can no longer hear congestion in her lungs (or whatever it is they hear in there).

I have been busy doing a scientific report for my biodiversity class at uni (who knew just the reference list would take so long to write up in the proper Harvard style format?), and preparing a debate for my scientific literacy class.  I will be debating  the topic abortions should be legal to 24 weeks.  On the against side.  Obviously.

We move at 7:30am tomorrow morning and the house is still full of stuff that needs to be packed.  We are very behind since Hannah was sick over the long weekend.  The long weekend that we had planned to spend packing and moving all of our non-furnitures items into the new house.  Now it’s a race against time.

Needless to say, you probably won’t hear from me for a bit.  I was all smart and organised the internet (ok, got Aaron to organise it) to be installed in the new house before we moved in so that it would be ready when we got there, but Aaron got an email from them this morning saying that there may be a problem with the line and they will find out within 24-48 “business hours.” Sigh.  I’m going to be pretty annoyed if we have no internet for a while.  I kind of need it since my Scientific Literacy class is external.  Meaning everything is online.  Except the debate, that will be in person.  In two weeks.  Goodness, I’d better get cracking.

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