crazybrave

Some people, they like the vintage knitting patterns because they are cool and amusing.

Some people – people like me – show a little more dedication:

And a better view of the hat:

The grubby beige thing in the second photo is his hip brace; the expression in the first photo is what you look like when you are rubbing your bottom tooth in the gap where your front tooth will be once it cuts through and you cease resembling The Count from Sesame Street.

Thanks to Granny for her knitting magic.   It even has a label inside that says “Made with love by Grandma”.

In Sydney on the weekend for Jethro’s cast to get changed, and hopefully the final anaesthetic (although he’ll be in some kind of contraption or another for a long while to come. And aren’t they attractive!).

We stayed with Owen’s sister’s family. This is their cat, Dibble:

That picture doesn’t really give you an idea of his size, but you can get an idea from this one.

I have come to the following conclusion:

kipflers are girls

and pink fir apples are boys.

What are your legs?

We also bought the dog a coat, which looks pretty hilarious, but no pictures yet. Finally, I believe I have discovered my signature cupcake just in time for tomorrow’s preschool fete:

I’m sure someone else has made Iced Vovo cupcakes, but I’m still pretty stoked with myself. The world of cupcakes is quite something else. I had no idea.

otter drinking

Originally uploaded by eilidhmacaskill.

Except this otter, which is the best I could do at the moment.

The photo is by
eilidhmacaskill at flickr, using the handy flickr “blog this photo” thingy – follow the link on her name below to see all manner of animal cuteness.

How did I manage to miss this?

It promises an “entertaining after-dinner speech” in which Ms Arndt “will give some amusing insights into her early career as a sexologist and how this has given her a unique perspective on some of the social issues facing Australia today.”

And be careful of looking too closely at that that hairdo – Wiggity-wiggity-wack!, as Mel might say.

contributin’ to the memesphere:

(And here’s the source of this genius incarnation of cats+intertubes hilarity, via Rob at LP)

VERY EXCITING UPDATE: ZOE AND AMPERSAND DUCK GO NUTS STOP CREATE FLICKR GROUP “TEXT ON UR CAT” STOP ALL CAN JOIN IN STOP SLIDESHOW HERE STOP

Imagine you’re doing a preggersaurus fitball class at the hospital where you’re booked in to have your baby. Imagine it’s the first class you’ve been to.

Imagine yourself on your knees, minding your own business, elbows resting on your fitball and doing your pelvic floor exercises.

Imagine you have no particular desire to make eye contact with anyone else engaged in their pelvic floor exercises.

Imagine what your eyes might light on instead.