How to Texture a Photo, using GIMP

If you aren’t into photography, I’m sorry, please feel free to back out quietly. If you are a PhotoShop Pro, or GIMP extraordinaire, please excuse my muddled attempt at trying to help others get a grip on the mysterious world of textures.

First thing. I use GIMP, a free download from the net, which has many of the features of PS, like layers, which are necessary for texturing your pics. I imagine the process is similar for PhotoShop users. I learnt from a tutorial using a completely different image manipulation programme, and just adapted it to GIMP format.

Second thing. You can purchase textures, or there are thousands of free textures in Flickr, and on the net. Just type in free textures and you are away. Try to link back to where you got the textures from, make a note, so you aren’t like me, who forgets where she got what texture from.

Third thing. I am no pro. I have been doing textures for a VERY short time. There may be other/different/better ways of doing this. This is the way I know.

Okay, let’s get started. When you open your GIMP page, it will look like this.

If that smaller box, saying Layers, channels, paths isn’t there you need to open it. I only include this bit, because I am a ninny, and I closed it once and couldn’t find it again. So, in case you are also a ninny (kidding), heres how you find it. Go to file, down to dialogs, create a new dock, layers, channels and paths. Easy.

Okay. So go to file and open the image that you wish to texture. Now is the time to do your standard editing, brightness, contrast, crops etc. Get the image how you want it to look, then open a new layer. Go to layers, new, layer fill type - transparency.

Now, open the texture you want to use. Things are getting a little cluttered now.

Now, you want to right click, and copy the texture. You can shut it down after that.

So now you go back to your original pic, which consists of two layers, the pic, and the transparency layer. Right click and paste the texture onto the image. It should look like this.

Too small huh? So you need to scale the texture to fit your image. In GIMP the scale button is two little rectangles and some arrows. Click on it then move the texture until it covers your entire image. Like so.

Then press scale, and it will automatically paste it in there. Next, if you look at your little dialog dock, it will say you have three layers, the two original ones, and a ‘floating pasted layer’. You need to anchor that, so it doesn’t float away, lol. So under the layers section of your image, it says, anchor layer. Press it. done.
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Now I play around with the top layer, (the texture), with the opacity button, which you find on the dialog dock. You can adjust this anytime up until you flatten the image. You want to make it quite transparent for now, so you can see the details of the image beneath.

Next you will need to decide what part of the bottom layer you want to be more visible. You then select your eraser tool.

I use the airbrush, because it gives softer edges. You want to reduce the opacity of the eraser to around 50%, you can make it stronger on selected areas after if you want to, but we are going for subtlety. You can change the size of your brush too, so just play around. If at any time you muck up, just go to edit, and click undo.

Okay, so when you have erased all the areas of the texture to your satisfaction, set your texture opacity for the final time. I also play around with the levels and curves at this point, which you find under the colour section of the menu. When you are happy it’s time to flatten the image, thus making the two layers into one.

Now you can save it. At this stage, I usually then upload it into Picnik, for some finishing touches, and because it is so easy to then upload straight into Flickr. My final image looked like this.

Not one of my favourite images, but I was rushing. Anyway, you get the idea. Any questions just shout out in the comments, or feel free to email me at the address in the sidebar.

Seriously guys, this is loads of fun, especially for the kiddos too. Get them involved. And if you are looking for a chance to develop those photography skills, think creatively, have fun, and meet a whole bunch of the coolest people, join me in Flickr, and become part of my Flickr group. Unleash the artist within!

It’s okay, I’m okay. We are all okay.

People who have watched me give birth, lucky things are often un-nerved by the fact that I don’t make a lot of noise. In fact, I am pretty much silent. I could be one of those weirdos  scientologists, like Tom Cruise and that chick from Dawsons Creek, if I didn’t think they were, you know, freaks.

So anyway,yes, I find, when I am suffering huge amounts of pain, that I really have to withdraw from all the external stuff and focus totally on pushing through it. Quietly. I don’t have the energy for screaming and such. Everyone knows, the quieter I am, the more pain I am in. I guess that holds true for emotional stuff too.

But right now, I’m practicing denial. Avoidance. I am SO okay….what’s that little inner voice? Are you crying? Lalalalalalala I. Can’t. Hear. You!.

I should really be charging you all for the front row seats to my decent to madness.

So, in the spirit of avoidance, let me share with you an idea I got last night. I was watching The Spa of Embarrassing Illnesses. Apparently the illnesses aren’t too embarrassing, being that the people on the show feel the need to share them, with the entire world.

So, last night, they gave everyone a potent dose of garlic, apparently, the de-wormer of the natural world. Now, for a reason I am yet to understand, the people in the spa poop over a sieve, which sits inside the toilet, so they can, well, see the goods. Of course, it’s not enough to see it yourself, you must share the contents of your bowel with the entire world. Worms and all.

Seriously, no need to watch a horror film, just flick this show on. One guy was rifling through his, um, excrement, and pulled out one heck of a tapeworm. It was all a bit hazy after that. And so I thought. What a diet plan! Get a sieve, poop in it, take a photo, and stick it on the fridge. I swear, you’ll never eat again.

Now I just gotta find some fatties to practice on. Note, I can say fatties, because I am one. Any of you skinny chicks try it and I’ll sit on you. Got it?

Oh, another note, if you try this, please dispose of the sieve afterwards, DO NOT use it in the kitchen EVER again.

Just Talk Amongst Yourselves

Hello. You have reached the blog of Hippyhappyhay. I’m not in right now. I am busy playing the tortured artist/Mother of Martyrdom/Unappreciated genius/Discontented Diva. Oh yeah, it’s a one woman stage show around these parts. I’ll be back. Please leave a message after the beep. Or not.

A Meme, or Threeme

I am soooo behind on memes. And now I have been tagged a grand total four times, who is popular then?

Way back, sometime when dinosaurs were stomping the plains, the lovely Jen tagged me for the um, doesn’t appear to have a name meme.
Jen hon, I am so sorry it took me this long, but actually, I have an excuse! You remember a few weeks or so ago, when you signed into WordPress, suddenly your dashboard looked totally different? And you went to post, and the entire format was strange and unfamiliar?
(If you are thinking right now that this hippy isnt good with change…got it in one baby!)
Well, I wrote out the meme. And then I went back to change something and *poof* it disappeared. I had flashbacks to my first ever WordPress post. Not pretty. But, least you think you have stumbled across Sarah Beans Blog, I will get to the point.
I didn’t do it. And then today, I see lovely Claire has tagged me for the very same meme, so here we go!

There are rules…but rules shmules, I always say.

What were you doing ten years ago?

Not sleeping. Crying. Wondering why I hadn’t left this baby that never stops screaming and sleeps for only 6.3 minutes at a time, at the hospital. Ah, those weren’t the days. Eventually she was diagnosed with reflux, and as long as we used the most expensive formula ever, she was much better. Well, much is pushing it.

What are five things on my to-do list today?

Lol, five! Um okay. Do the memes, wash my new hoodie so I can wear it again, because it’s so cold, clean the bathroom, take photos, vacuum the mat. Exciting times! 

Snacks I enjoy (five? or just any? um, improvise Hay, improvise)

Mandarin’s, as long as they are seedless. Capsicum, especially orange and yellow. Cashew nuts. Cereal, dry, especially Nutri-Grain. And, now that I have crossed over into the veganside, I now live on these bad boys, cracked pepper flavour, of course.

 (5?) Things I would do if I were a billionaire

Set up trusts for each of the girls that only they could touch, in case Mr Music and I went mad and wasted the lot.

Pay the mortgages/bills/debts of all our nearest and dearest, and buy Mrs G her women’s colony.

Buy some new camera equipment.

Buy that unschoolers Island.

TRAVEL, TRAVEL, TRAVEL. Put the kettle on, I’ll be round for a cuppa!

Places I have lived

Auckland, Papua New Guinea, Hamilton, Tauranga, Matamata…also known as Hobbiton.

Bad habits

Grumpiness, sarcasm, avoidance, staying up too late, drinking too much Coke.

Jobs I have had

Checkout chick, Child carer (ack, I love my kids, but the rest of em drive me up the wall- what was I thinking?), Childrenswear salesperson, Mother, Sandwhich artist. You may stop laughing, that is a valid job title at Subway. There are even exams. And I guarantee, I made the very best Subs, you have ever tasted, or your money back ;).

Right, that’s it. I am supposed to tag people, but as I said, rules, shmules.

Meme two, was an anniversary present from Monica over at Transplanting Me. Generous huh?

Heehee, she said porn.

What food do you consider the best ‘date’ food? In other words, what meal or food item do you think is the sexiest to eat in the company of someone you would like to look sexy around?

Um, soup=slurp, sub=not pretty, pizza=well, not sexy. Hmmmm. ooooh dessert. Like, um, a yummy rich chocolate cake, with hot fudge sauce and cream. Too much for one, so we’d have to share. And only one spoon. Oh well, Jack Mr Music doesn’t mind sharing.

What well known person would you like to share a meal with?

This guy. His Holiness, Tenzin Gyatso, The XIV Dalai Lama of Tibet. Questions, questions, questions, I have for this man! Like…were you really two when you were identified as the reincarnation of the XIII Dalai Lama, by passing a series of tests?(Because if so, I’m thinking little Miss is waaaaay behind!). No, seriously, I’d ask deeper questions than that…why does China suck so much?

What does your perfect breakfast in bed look like? (Food AND the details please. Candles? Music? Flowers? Hot tub? Dancing Girls?

What has hippy curious, is how does one fit a hot tub in ones bed? Is there bed/hot tub all-in-one thingees? Okay, anyway, I shan’t talk about breakfast in bed, because frankly I hardly ever feel like breakfast first thing, and definitely no in my bed. So….we live in an apartment complex in the City. Any city, let’s say, New York. I get up at 5:30am (this IS a fantasy, remember), and do an hours swimming in our indoor heated lap pool. After that I head into the city temple to do some Buddhist meditation. On the way back home, I pick up a soy cappachino for moi, and a mocha for Mr Music. When I get in, the scent of dairy free pancakes fills the air. Mr Music is just pouring over the berry coulis and smiles as he bends to kiss me. He says,

“A couple of messages for you, Sally (Mann), called and wants to know what you thought of the foreword she wrote for your book, (loved it!). And Jack (Black), wants to know if he should wear boxers or briefs to your photo shoot Monday, (Neither!).”

Sweet. *sigh*…..oh…..right! The meme. Ahem.

What do you consider the best application of whipped cream to be?

Before I crossed to the veganside, I would have said, atop my Starbucks white chocolate caramel mocha. Now I say, inside the cow.

Oh-God-No, Biff, the yacht is sinking! You are sent to the galley to retrieve the food. What luxury food items do you snatch first? The champagne? The caviar? The smoked salmon? Truffles? Chocolate? Or something else?

So many things wrong here. Why am I on a yacht? With a guy called Biff? Not to be judgemental, but Biffs aren’t really my type. And if its sinking, I am presuming there is a hole in it. And the galley is beneath the deck, so no way am I going down there! Why can’t Biff go down to the galley? Surely he can carry more?

Oh right. The actual question. Um, coke, I’d save the coke.

And that is meme too. Without the tags again. But if you want to do it, be my guest! 

Meme three was passed onto me by the very sweet Teeni and is called The Fluff Five Meme.

What five things are in your bag?

Strictly speaking, my bag is more of a backpack, due to the fact that I need to carry nappies and wipes and what not around. A pen, cause you know, you always need a pen. A comb. We have loads of these, in every shade of pink and purple there is, and yet, this is the only one I have seen in months. A free sample of air freshener (how did that get in there?). Some gift vouchers for my Nan, whose birthday it was last week…um, it’ll get there soon Nan! And, of course, my camera is always in my bag. One never knows when one might run into Jack Black now, does one?

Five things in your bedroom

A bed. That’s a given huh? The tri-pillow is Mr Music’s. My mum gave me one when I had Kyla to help with feeding, and he nabbed it. Now he won’t sleep on anything else.

A television. I read somewhere that a television in the bedroom is not good for your lovelife. Given that we have four kids, a television is very good for our lovelife. Actually we never watch it. If I watch TV in bed I am alseep before the first ad break.

This name thingamee that Mr Music brought us many, many years ago, before we were wed. We have them for all the girls too, except Little Miss, must get onto that!

Gilbys bed. Brought the day before we picked him up. Of sturdy plastic, with holes for ventilation, and a couple of (hairy) blankets to keep him warm. Of course he doesn’t actually sleep on it. No, he prefers to sleep between Nature Girl and Wild Child, in the big soft double bed. Most nights, Wild Child ends up kissing the wall, and Nature Girl is hanging half out the bed, and there he is, stretched out, happy as larry? Do they mind? Nope, not a bit.

We don’t have a bedroom suite of any kind. It’s never seemed important. I do however have this one little bedside drawer table thing. It houses all sorts of crap, important stuff.

Five things you are currently into
Take a look at this, and see if you can guess what the first thing is…

Leading off that, I’ve also been reading a bit about Tibet and China, and wondering why the H-E-Double hockey sticks, my government has just signed a free trade agreement with China. Does no one care about what is right anymore? And the Olympics…don’t get me started!

Photography! Yeah, I know, you knew that. But, I have just learn’t (finally), how to do textures. So now, I am texture crazy, baby!!

Flickr! Oh Flickr. Count the ways that I love thee! I have a serious Flickr problem. I also have the best Flickr friends ever! And now that I also have my very own Flickr group, I spend even more time there. If that is possible. I even kind of blog there too. Seriously, if you don’t have Flickr, get it!

Sewing. Dare I even say it. But yes, Kyla wants to learn to sew, so I am too! Here is her very first hand sewn effort.

And yesterday we even brought a cross stitch to try. By golly, who thought cross stitch was easy?! Here is the two of us trying to work it out today.

Five things you have always wanted to do
Travel through Europe and the USA.
Swim with dolphins
Publish a book
Go to a concert - yes, that’s right, I’ve never been to one.
Get a tattoo….sorry Mum! I so want one, if only I could figure out what to get…

And, after an entire day, I have finally finished this post. If you made it this far, I admire you my friend.

 

 

An Interview With a Ten Year Old

 

So you’re ten years old! An entire decade! How does it feel?
Pretty scary
Scary?
I must admit I don’t like being ten. It’s scary, a whole decade. It seems like I have been in the world for a long time, and in three years, I’ll be a teenager!

What is wrong with being a teenager?
Come on! They have real bad attitudes, they are silly, and dumb. Well, sorta. They take drugs and stuff
Editors note - Oh my! What the ????

Moving on, how has the last ten years been?
Well, on and off. Good days, bad days. Hilary Duff has a song on her CD Metamorphosis, and it says, some days make sense, and some days don’t.
Editors note -Actual lyrics are, Some days it all makes sense to me, Some days I just don’t wanna know why

What is a typical day like for a ten year old?
I’m not sure, I haven’t been ten yet, only for a day! It’s hard to tell really.

What are your hopes and dreams for this year?
Well, its hard, probably just to have fun and enjoy it. I can’t tell you my birthday wish, that’s a secret. A secret that I only have the key to.

What was some of the good things that happened this year?
Spending time with my sisters, experiencing their sadness and joy, and witnessing their birthdays and things.
Editors note - she cried on every.single.birthday of theirs this year, because it was all.about.them!

How was your birthday?
Fun, but unpleasant, because of the rain. The best part was my cake. Mmmmmm, cake.
Editors note- She sounds uncannily like Homer Simpson here.

What is something you learnt this year?
Not to have fear. You have to enjoy life before it’s all gone.
Editors note - This is the kid that refused to have a shower last week because there was a Daddy long legs in the bathroom

What are your passions?
Making up stories, gaming, my family (except Nature Girl and Wild Child sometimes).

What bothers you?
When Wild Child talks too much. The weather makes me feel low.
Editors note- LOSING at PlayStation games

How crazy is your mother?
Not very, she thinks she’s crazy, but she is really a respectable human being. I love her very much.
Editors note - she SO wants something

Any last words for mummy’s fans readers?
Never give up hope. It will always be there, just waiting to find you.
Editors note - Said with best dramatic tone - I blame it on Home and Away

Hippy happy birthday my sweet girl. Ten years ago you made me a mother. It wasn’t an easy ride, in fact I spent many hours trying to find the address to return you to sender. You never slept and screamed if I left you for more than a second. Not much has changed really! Just kidding, it’s more of a sob than a scream these days. I can’t quite believe that you are ten. So clever, so beautiful, so WILLFUL. You are one of the only people who can make me laugh until I cry.

Did you understand what he was doing?
Um, he was drawing some shape, he said it was off Dr Who.
And you said…
and I said…
(both of us) Dr WHO?
*collapse into fits of giggles and snorting until we are both crying*

I love you forever and ever and always, and then some. xxxx.

On this day…

She was just seventeen, and you know what I mean so he said Young Girl, get out of my mind, my love for you is way out of line. Better run, girl, you’re much too young, girl.
But she replied So I cried, and I begged for you to Love me love me, say that you love me, leave me leave me, just say that you need me I can’t care about anything but you and she won his heart. So before long they were Going to the chapel of love

Okay, that last part is a stretch. Since we got married in my mums backyard, under the shadow of my eight and a half month swollen belly and to the sound of shotgun shells. But, on this day, in, um, 1998, Mr Music and I were wed. Yup, it’s our 10th wedding anniversary!

There has definately been times when I wasn’t sure we’d get here. Marriage isn’t always a bed of roses, for us anyway. Speaking of roses, he brought me some!

10 pretty pink roses, one for each year. So sweet sometimes. We had a quiet day, Nature Girl is having a turn at the spews, so we were kind of housebound. We talked, laughed and reminisced. I found our wedding programme, our vows as unconventional as we are.
Hippyhappyhay, sharing with Mr Music a relationship of love, tenderness and laughter, will you stand by him through all his tomorrow’s, respecting him as a person, his individuality, his needs, his changes and enjoying his love through all your life together?.
No obey, death do us part business for us.
Here was a reading we had. Initially we didn’t want any, but the ceremony was already about 3 minutes long, so the JP wanted us to get our moneys worth. (Okay, mums money :P)
Apache Song
Now you will feel no rain, for each of you will be a shelter to the other.
Now you will feel no cold, for each of you will be warmth to the other.
Now there is no loneliness for you; now there is no more loneliness.
Now you are two bodies, but there is only one life before you.
Go now to your dwelling place, to enter into your days together.
And may your days be good and long on the earth

We have crammed a lot into ten years. Four kids, five moves, highs and lows. Pretty much we are made for each other, opposites in so many ways, we balance each other out. Mr Music is the only person that has ever put me above anyone else, and for that alone I adore him. As I said, I don’t know about happy endings

or forever afters, so I will enjoy this happy middle, no matter what may come.

Happy Anniversary my love, thank you for ten wonderful years. The last word belongs to our song.(which only took ten years to find, good things take time huh?) Love You. xxxx.
Opshop One Day
Absence make her heart grow fonder
While I’m conquering the last frontier
Lately I’ve found myself wonderin’ out loud
Wonderin’ what I was doin’ here

[Chorus]
One day you’ll understand how much you have me
One day you’ll realise we have it easy
I can’t offer you the future - I don’t know it myself
All I can offer you is me
I’m all I can offer you right now

Patience make her heart grow stronger
Reassure her she’s where I want to be
Never was the grass ever greener
I’m about ready as I’ll ever be

And one day you’ll understand how much you have me
One day you’ll realise we have it easy
If an expression of love is what you need to believe
All I can offer you is me
I’m all I can offer you right now

[Music]

I’m all I am
All I am, yeah

One day you’ll understand how much you have me
One day you’ll realise we have it easy
I can’t offer you the future - I don’t know it myself
All I can offer you is me

One day you’ll understand how much you have me
One day you’ll realise we have it easy
If an expression of love is what you need to believe
All I can offer you is me
I’m all I can offer you right now

[Pause]

Absence make her heart grow fonder
While I’m conquering the last frontier

Belated Birthday Round-Up

Thank you so much for all the wonderful birthday wishes. Little Miss had a lovely birthday, a tad low key, but then, we are low key kind of people.
Because she is two now, it was time to give her more responsibility, so I said, “Kid, make your own birthday treats.” And she did a great job, with a little help from her big sisters.





We met up with the local unschoolers (*waves*) for some fun at the park.


She was completely worn out afterwards, and slept well into the evening. Eventually she finally woke, had some dinner and a bath.

As you can see, we party hard here in hippytown.
Happy Birthday Little Miss, we love you forever, and ever, and always. xxxx.

Trippin’ Down Memory Lane

I’ve not always been good with the camera. So you must excuse the poor quality of the following pics. This isn’t about me. Tomorrow, Little Miss Sienna, will turn two. Two whole years old! So if you can spare a moment, come with me on a little nostalgia trip…

When I was having Nature Girl, the Midwife said, “Don’t worry, the fourth labour is usually the worst.”
I said, “Ha! No way I’m having four!”

Little did I know. And yes, all in all, the fourth labour was the most painful, but then I had no pain relief. It was also the most wonderful, my first home birth, surrounded by people and things I knew. Little Miss was welcomed into our home, our lives, and nothing has been the same since.

Now excuse me whilst I go and find the tissues…

Farewell to Illness

Saturday night I put Little Miss to bed, went to check on her a short while later, and found her covered in vomit. Yep, strike two. So this was how she spent all weekend, in between the vomitting.

And this

And this

Poor baby. We all hate it when she’s sick, especially Mr Music, who is the stress king.

Can you see the worry? In the end, to cheer her up, we gave her the books we brought for her birthday. We will get something else for Wednesday.

But, Monday has dawned and she is feeling loads better today. She’s eating and playing and laughing. Fingers crossed the bug has left hippytown! Thanks for all your kind thoughts friends

It all began on Wednesday

Yes it did.

We had to meet some fellow unschoolers at the park at 1pm. Easy. You know, for anyone else.

I had kindly offered up my house should it rain, and in typically annoying fashion it was grey and icky, but not quite rainy, so I knew I had better clean and tidy just in case. (Something inherited from my mum, one must have a clean bathroom after all!). Easy. You know, for anyone else.

So I tried to make a mental list of what I needed to do, and the best order to do it in. I probably should have written it instead. I kind of wandered around, cleaning this, vacuuming that, helping one kid put on a video, yelling at another. I tried to get Little Miss to have a nap, yeah right!

And because I had loads of time (not), and nothing to do (ha!), I decided to call the girls into the kitchen and have a chat about the recent deaths of some kiwi teens and their teacher, in a river accident.

After that sad little interlude I began to put on some soup. By this time the weather had cleared a tad and I figured the park was on. So much for all that cleaning, rain damn you! I also figured I better do some washing. Between times the girls discover a package in the mailbox. The excitement of it all! Actually, when I saw what was in it I got a little excited too. The lovely, gawjuss, talented, sweet-hearted Jacinta had very kindly, (well because I asked her, and she is too nice to say P@*#Off stalker chick), made Nature Girl a little pressie to help her come to terms with the event that is not to be talked about.

Isn’t it lovely? Blows my mind how people can just make something like this with their very own hands! But even better (because this IS my blog), look what I got!

A surprise, for moi! I loved it of course, and the meaning behind it. But more than that, (if its possible), I loved your handwritten letter Jacinta, and your story behind the necklace, and your thanks for my being *inspirational*. Right back at ya babe!

So back to the day. I get the soup on and the washing in the tub, and find that it is far too close to 1 pm for comfort. So I quickly send out an email explaining that I’ll be a little late.

Cue Gilby. Who comes in from outside smelling decidedly, gross. Any other day when I have nothing to do he smells fine, today he rolls in something disgusting and I am bathing the dog when I should be at the park. So one clean dog, one line full of washing and one turned off pot of soup later, we hit the road. At *ahem* 2pm.

The park was fun, but for Wild Child who moped about claiming she had a sore tummy and Sienna, who having fought her nap, lost. the. plot. So we were home by 4pm to meet the shopping truck. As they were backing out, having deposited enough food to feed the masses, Wild Child throws up all over the bathroom. Hmmm, guess her tummy was sore. Into the shower she goes.

And the rest of the evening was a blur of vomit, till about 2 am, when I finally got some sleep. Wild Child was exhasuted, out of it, and colourless. Nature Girl thought she might be dead because she was asleep with her eyes half open.

Next morning Mr Music did something completely out of character, he came home from work after only an hour or so, to help out. It’s only taken 9 and 9/10 years. And he brought me coffee.
Wild Child lay around quietly, so she was still pretty sick, but the vomiting had stopped. They day was gloomy and wet, so we just camped out on the couches and watched TV.

Oh no, I tell a lie. Nature Girl drew a crocodile.

Cool huh?
Anyway. Friday came and Mr Music went off to work, and I downloaded a new editing programme for my pics which made my eyes cross with frustration, and Book Babe and Nature Girl spent the day on Club Penguin, buying igloos and wigs, (what every self respecting penguin needs of course). Wild Child recovered on the Playstation and Little Miss pottered about. All is good.

Not. I put Little Miss to bed kind of early because she was grumpy as heck. Shortly after I go in to check her and find her soak in spew. Yup, round two, lets go! So here I am, 12:39am, smelling like vomit, blogging, and watching Little Miss out of the corner of my eye, terrified everytime she stirs.
So sorry if I’m not around too much right now, that my Bloglines are bulging at the seams, I will be back. Count on it.