Jeepers, I didn't ...

Make a list this week. *hand slap*
Here's an early list to make up for lack of last week ...

• sell stuff at Craftwerk on Saturday night - 5-9pm at Wesley Hall on Taranaki Street. Be there or miss out on crocheted vaginas.
• do my first post on Wellingtonista and do witty profile alluding to what a cool gal I am, no mention of baby, please.
• do something with the vast quantities of grapefruit Postie's (quite wonderful, and I'm not just saying that to suck up) parents brought down for us.
• do something really fun, like hours and hours of embroidery on the couch with L Word dvds or Sopranos or something. Bliss.
• insist the Postie go for a mountain bike ride, or go for a beer with friends, or something other than do endless chores

For the moment, I am not going to worry myself about Tiny's room, and it's a relief. I was getting all het up about the amount of hand-me-downs and space and getting far too ahead of myself, so until I finish work at Christmas, Tiny's room is the Postie's workroom. What baby?

Ooo - have had very hip haircut. Will post pictures soon.

Is it Monday already?

Oh boy, moving house is tough. I had envisioned it all being over by now, but we are still dealing with boxes and mess and squeezing things into other things. The Postie moved boxes on Friday, the movers came on Saturday, we packed up other stuff on Saturday afternoon, and were taken out to a divine dinner at Logan Brown by the Postie's sister Elizabeth and her fiance Nigel - more about that later. We both slept fitfully amid the chaos on Saturday night, figuring out where everything was going to go. Sunday we cleaned Moffitt Street and kept unpacking at the new place, and when at 5pm Sunday when we were at the supermarche doing our first flat shop, I think I fell asleep while waiting in line. When the cooked chicken we had bought could not be found in the shopping bags on arriving home, I had a rather shrill 'exorcist' moment on the floor of our kitchen ... (luckily the Postie checked the car and found said chicken had fallen out of shopping bag, crisis averted.)


In an effort to get things done this week I am making my list a day early. It's rather boring housie things I'm afraid ... yawn:

• get Tiny's room empty of our stuff to make way for cot and bassinet and chair
• pick up cot and bassinet
• finish the toe of Sweeney's Christmas stocking (which I should show y'all someday - it's embroidery on linen and at the rate I am going will be finished for Christmas 2010.)
• visit Rose on Sunday morning
• set up rent and joint account payments
• continue hunt for good-sized tall boy for tiny boy's room
• cook the Postie something spectacular for dinner on Friday or Saturday night
• continue to grow baby
• do yoga!
• let Charlie out to peruse his new domain - hope he doesn't try to find his way back to Moffitt Street via the gorsey hills behind our new place
• do some posts about things that aren't boring - bullet point lists of jobs do not an interesting blog make. I intend to post about Tiny's room as that takes shape, and the gloriousness that is our master bedroom...
• Oh - and go to work and manage to belt out glorious stories for Saturday papers without falling asleep on my keyboard. Easy.

T is for Tuesdays

This week I will:

• finish packing and move house
• unpack the packed up stuff at the other end
• give Cam the citrus I haven't used, to make his wicked marmalade with
• pick up cot and bassinet
• get Rhiannon those felt colours
• finish pasting up clippings book
• send off more trade me winners
• finish story on Trainland
• finish the toe of Sweeney's Christmas stocking
• see my friends for the first time in ages
• organise the catflap removal and installation
• spend lots of time cuddling and coddling Charlie who will have his world turned upside down for the fourth time in less than two years

We don't have to live on the streets

The Postie and I signed our lives away with a letting agency on our new flat, a sunny three bedroom top flat in a suburb I've never lived in before. It is many miles away from Aro Valley or Newtown or Mt Victoria where I've spent most of my Wellington life, but that's what you get when you have a kid and you want room to swing the cat, and the kid at the same time even. Luckily, Ms Bramwell is moving in with some pals just around the corner from us, and it's on a good bus line not far from Brooklyn, so it's not like I'm moving to Tawa or J'ville or something. I apologise to those of you who DO live in those suburbs, but they're not for me...

Anyway, I am filled with all sorts of domestic ambitions at the moment, even though I still seem unable to complete my weekly lists. I am, for the first time, actually a little excited about the prospect of putting the baby's room together, something I had not thought even a tiny bit about until now. I thought that was for those wealthy mums who buy Nature Baby and new merino clothes for their children at vast expense. Don't worry, I'm not going to paint the room pink or blue or anything like that, I just want to get things ready. I have this wonderful Children's Encyclopaedia from the 1960s that I want to turn into posters - pages like 'children from around the world' and 'animals we love' etc. I've also got this beautiful old New Zealand map to put up in there, because I love maps and remember clearly staring at them as a child memorising where all the countries fitted together, dreaming of where I would go when I was big enough. Most of all, I will be able to start hanging up and putting in drawers all the clothes that are coming our way from Sweeney, the grandparents, and various kind folks who have made things for the kid. And all the books I get from the review box at work will finally have somewhere to go.

Ok, so this week's list:

• do yoga
• send Trade Me items to auction winners
• make a cake as it's my turn to bake for the parents at Ronald McDonald house and last time I was rostered on, I burnt my cup cakes
• clean out the car *yawn*
• update my clippings book dating back to June 2006 *urgh*
• send cute fabric to Helen and Melissa
• do some more work on the diary I am making for Bramwell *fun*

This week I am mainly doing chores I didn't do last week

Last week was a blur of beads, cardboard and little sticky bits of children's books. Yes, getting my stuff together for Craft 2.0 took a little longer than I anticipated, and the energy I had while in Noosa evaporated as soon as I made the list, so there are a lot of jobs undone. I am mentally making a list of all the things I have to get done before Tiny becomes Wailing Baby, so will try to knock off a few of these a week. Last night was totally, like, cleaning everything in my room. I even vacuumed the insides of my drawers. I have a big freight box in my room slowly filling with stuff I will sell or give away - I am rather dreading the hours it will take to put lots of it on trademe. And we haven't even started with all the stuff I have stored under the house. Ye gods.

Anyway, this week's jobs include:
do yoga
put a bunch of stuff on trade me in anticipation of moving house
find somewhere to live
visit Jill who I haven't seen for AGES
do something amazing with the fruit and pumpkin we got in the Wairarapa three weeks ago
clean out the car *yawn*
do some more work on Sween's Christmas present *yippee*
update my clippings book dating back to June 2006 *urgh*
make Sweeney's Saturday with his Aunty Kimpy a really, really good time *wicked!*
send cute fabric to Helen and Melissa
do some more work on the diary I am making for Bramwell

In other news, I am having my 20-week scan on September 10. We'll be finding out if Tiny is a missus or mister. So until then, thought a little sweepstake was in order. What do you think, girl or boy? So far I have been keen on a boy, but after reading this this week, I think welcoming a little girl into our whanau would be choice too.

This week I am mainly ...

For the second week (last week didn't count, I was on holiday) I am going to set myself some achievable goals to get things done. They may seem like piddling tasks to many of you, but morning sickness has had me incapacitated for anything but sleeping and dragging myself around in a hunched over shape for so long, I'm loathe to take on anything so gruelling as what normal people do. So, world, here are my tasks for this week:

• do yoga
• put a bunch of stuff on trade me in anticipation of moving house in a month or so
• cull my wardrobe and bookshelves *sob* in order to do that
• make some Sparrow & Tui stock for this weekend's Craft 2.0, get my packaging together
• do something amazing with the fruit and pumpkin we got in the Wairarapa two weeks ago
• write to the Postie's parents
• finish my Noosa travel piece
• finish my organics story
• get up to date with bills, insurance claims, organise my life
• clean out the car - the detritus from the last craft fair is still in there
• babysit Sweeney on Saturday night
• do some more work on Sween's Christmas present
• visit my friend Rose who I haven't seen since I got back from Hamilton over a year ago
• make something delicious for pot luck dinner on Sunday

It's all go. So exciting. Can't wait to do the bills. Really. It'll be SO fun.

New week's resolutions

After homeperm, I am going to make weekly resolutions for myself to kick myself up the bum. I've been a lazy-assed blob of something since getting knocked up, but am feeling better, well, kinda of content with things anyway, so figured now was a good time for a new leaf ...

This week I will:

• make the Postie a nice dinner and do all the dishes
• pack for Noosa
• do some more work on Sweeney's Christmas present
• make thank you cards for a few lucky sots
• meet all my deadlines without panicking
• eat a proper breakfast not made up of crackers and tea
• do some yoga
• get my car warranted

How exciting is that? I live on the edge, man.