Repitition the fun game

Missy Moo has entered the repetitive stage. This stage follow the parrot stage where they copy everything you say. Now she expects the answers to a question she asks twenty times a day. Her saying of the month is "Where's Daddy?" You can also substitute Daddy with, Nana, Nanny, Mummy (yes even to me she asks me where I am) or any other name she is thinking. To which I have to respond where these people are...immediately! Otherwise the question is repeated, over and over again and if that doesn't succeed she insists on saying Mummy over and over again.

I can see you all sitting there with a smile on your face thinking how cute that is. But cute is only so cute until it turns into annoying...What I don't understand, is that she knows alot of words but insists on this sentence. I love my Missy Moo to bits but I have only been given so much paitence before I develop a nervous twitch.

Not only is my day filled with the repetitive questions with the repetitive answers, her Nana kindly gave her a DVD to watch. It has these dancing singing colourful dogs. She would watch it all day everyday if she could. It is a good DVD espically around dinner time. But I find myself singing it in the middle of the night whilst I am feeding the master. My thoughts have been invaded by the dancing singing colourful dogs and it's not appreciated.

So alas I dare say the nervous twitch has begun and to control it I have resorted to eating chocolate.

My new arrival

I am currently in preparation for a new arrival to the family. All of you who have gasped and started gossiping before you have read the next sentence stop! I'm NOT pregnant...thank god...No it's much better then that. Because I don't have to be pregnant. Someone else has done the hard work for me and now she's kicking him out of home so it's up to me to raise her offspring. I'm getting a PUPPY! As a person who has never had a dog before, I thought it would be great for the children. (This is my spin to my husband) Missy Moo is nervous around dogs, so this will help her get over her fear... I hope, that or I will severely traumatise the poor girl resulting in endless hours of therapy.

I know that the children are much to little to look after the dog and that all responsibilty will fall on me (my husband) to make sure it's fed watered and walked. But, I already live in chaos, there is generally pee or poo somewhere on my carpet and what's the point in having a huge yard if nobody is going to run around it. So a puppy will fit in great with the chaos. We have chosen a Golden Retriever. How much more cuter could you get!!! A male dog, or in technical terms a dog, as I read they are much more cuddly then the females that and hubby saw the puppy daddy and he has a big head and wanted a male. So in all my preparation, I have been reading about dogs collecting things for the dog and making sure my house is puppy proof. I think I am doing more preparation for the dog then I did when having my babies.

And in all my knowledge from reading about dogs, I now tell my other friends with dogs, what I know, as if it's as easy as doing what the book says. 'Oh your dog won't walk on the lead? Maybe you should try the walking in the other direction tactic" and so on. Sometimes it's fun being ignorant.

Recovery of the Chaos

I've been a little distracted lately, so posting a blog has slipped my mind, for a few weeks. In those short few weeks. We have bought a house, Mr Commando has started commando crawling all over the house with great speed that when you turn around he's all of a sudden behind you and Missy Moo has been potty trained. In amongst all this chaos, I have managed to buy a puppy YAY and go up to Auckland to see 30 Seconds to Mars, which didn't fail to impress. I must admit I was a bit nervous about Jared Leto's mohawk hair style, because nobody should very support a mohawk, it goes in to the relms of a mullet.

I have decided that I am a glutton for punishment. I mean what other crazy person, has two children 22 months apart, buys a house redecorated the lounge the same week she has moved in and buys a dog! Only the clinically insane. No wonder I can't remember what day it is let alone what appointments I have on for the day. After all those who know me, know that I live in a constant state of chaos and if there isn't any chaos going on, I must be sick, or indisposed or worse the living dead!

Now I am officially part of the suburban housewife community. House, Husband two children and a dog. All I need to complete my look is a minivan and a sack of soccer balls hanging over my shoulder. Both of which wouldn't happen, because my highheels would sink in to the grass on the field and I am not allowed to drive large objects as they have a tendency to collide with stationary things.