Still here!

I am still here, in case you were wondering.... I am just digging my way out from underneath a mountain of packing boxes, and dirty nappies. Boy, do little babies go through them!

We are now officially moved to a small regional town, about 1.5 hours drive from the city we were living in. And I love it! On a very busy day at the local supermarket, the check-out girl offered to have someone help me take my groceries to the car, and then a lovely man offered to push my full trolley up the steep slope to my car (I had to park in the very back of the car park). Obviously a lady with 2 small kids gets sympathy in the country. In the city, they just look sideways at you and think "Crazy lady - who brings 2 small children shopping?", then keep walking.

All is well with us - Ryan is still being very kind to his mamma, and sleeping very well. He is down to 1 feed through the night now, and sleeps till 7am most mornings. Of course, he feeds like a trooper all day, and is putting on nearly a pound a week -- eek! I think he is going to be a front rower - must remember to advise the Wallabies (Australia's national Rugby Union team), that he is available for selection!

Where, oh where has she been?

Trapped. Digging my way out from under a huuuuge pile of packing boxes, containing all of the stuff that was deemed necessary enough to be moved. I thought I was ruthless, when I packed. I took large bags of clothes to the charity shop. I threw out several car loads of junk and rubbish. I even culled (ok, maybe that is too strong a word. Maybe I lightly pruned) my craft and sewing stash. So why do I still have boxes of things that I look at and think ... why did I keep that??

But more to the point.... What did I do with the can opener?? That is driving me crazy. Do you know how many canned goods there are that don't have ring-pull lids? And that I have always just blithely opened with the can opener that I had before moving into this black-hole void for kitchen utensils?!?!?!!

Oops. Sorry for getting carried away. See what happens when you blog late in the evening after 2 glasses of wine?