Fishing

Well.
More like Boating.
It can only be called fishing if you actually catch some fish.

My Dad is an avid fisherman, a love he tried to pass on to his children - some went for it, others.....didn't.
I like to fish, it's peaceful, but mostly I think I like it because we did it with my Dad.
Yesterday Malachi went out with Tui and my Dad for his first fishing trip.
He, the 2 year old, was the ONLY ONE to catch a fish.
Ha!
So much for the men teaching the boy.....
He had so much fun, out on the boat.  When he came home he went bizzerk yelling and squealing and telling me all about it, "MUM, I GO ON THE BOAT WITH GRANDAD AND DADDDY AND WE GO ON THE WATER AND THE BOAT GOES UP AND WE SPLASH AND I FISH AND I GET THE FISH, THE BABY FISH, AND GRANDAD HELPS ME AND I THROW THE FISH TO GO BACK TO HIS MUMMY!!!" (The fish was undersized so he had to put it back.)

 

 

Nap Nap Nappies!

Aka Diapers.

We've gone green.

That's right, we now use re-useable nappies.

Been doing it for a week now.

I always wanted to do it with Malachi, but not having your own laundry in your own house put me off big time. But I was determined to do it next time.

Reasons?

Once I learned that nappies would never disintegrate, that they sat forever in a landfill some where, and imagined 2+ years x 10 children (a woman can dream ok?!) which equals like a bazillion nappies, and if everyone else in the world is doing that, it isn't cool.  Hasn't anyone seen Wall-E?

So that was my initial drive.

Then I had to actually buy nappies for a child for 2 years.  And realised that it was this endless black hole that sucked money into its abis.  I calculated that we roughly spent about $3350 on nappies for Malachi.  That's ridiculous.  Especially since all that money is now sitting in a dump somewhere.  So I was then determined to use cloth nappies to save us some cash.

The final push was when I discovered some research from both here in NZ and in Britain about how disposable nappies raises the temperature of "things", which has been shown to greatly increase infertility and cancers in men.

Now some(one) has asked about the actual factual run down of how this all works. There's the outer nappies, which look and work just like huggies ones, they have snaps that you use to make them the right size for you, meaning you can use the same nappies from birth to potty training.  The outside has a coating that makes them water proof, but without being plastic, so they breathe, hence keeping the temperature down.  The inside is fleecey, and has a pocket where you insert a thick pad like piece, made of super absorbent material.  When they've "soiled", you take it off, flush the goods away, rinse the remainder off, put them in a bucket, and then at the end of the day you wash them all together in a regular wash, and then they're good as new.  Its super simple and easy and I would totally recommend it, especially if you have little boys.

Now to be totally honest, we don't use them ALL the time.  He still wears dispossible nappies at night - I don't have to get up in the night for him now, so I didn't want to start because he's got cloth nappies (they can't hold as much and you can't get away with leaving them all night).  So we still need to buy some nappies.  But buying 7 a week instead of 50 isn't bad.

So there we go.

It wasn't as scary and gross as I thought it would be.  And it's not hard at all.

I'm converted.

Vili likes it too.

Confession

Hi.

My name is Sarah.

And I'm a Sugarholic.

I've been addicted my whole life, but the addiction became serious when I moved home to the land of the deliousness.

I am willing to admit my addiction.

I crave sugar, particularly chocolate, from about 10am til about 11pm.

I go insane, sometimes almost litterally, until I can get a fix.

If there's nothing around, I sometimes resort to eating chocolate chips.

Gross.

I often send my husband off on errands to collect some for me, at all hours of the day and night.

It's bad.

Real bad.

And I am willing to admit that I need help.

Fast.

I am sabotaging my weighloss big time.

And my digestive system hates me for it.

So.

I commit, from this day forth, to go on a sugar fast.

Until Christmas Day.

(You didn't really think I could do it forever, did you?!)

For the next 50 days, no obvious, refined sugar shall pass through these lips.

I may die.

But if I don't do it now, I never will.

I know I need a plan.

And here it is.

If When I am tempted, I will drink a glass of water.

If the craving continues I will eat a piece of fruit.

If that isn't enough I will eat a cracker.

If, after all that, I am still going crazy, I will exercise.

Walk, turbo jam, run, air climber.

Something.

After that, it'll be gum.

That's my plan.

And I'm sticking to it.

Here goes nothing.....