The Kitchen From Hell

We took apart our old kitchen in one day. I have never heard one man called a bloody idiot that many times in succession. I am referring to the man that put the kitchen together the first time. Peter (Michael's dad) and Michael were cursing this person all day. He did some interesting things like resting an entire window frame (6 windows) on the kitchen bench.

We also had a funniest home video moment when Peter was holding one end of the bench while Michael was knocking the supports out by whacking them as hard as he could with a hammer, in Peter's direction. Needless to say one wayward peice went flying straight towards a sensitive area. More cursing ensued, this time directed at Michael.

For Molnar: We also found a mouse civilisation under the cupboard, under the sink. You can imagine my reaction. I think I literally ran out of the house screaming and gagging. Was it you? Did you place thousands of painted bits of rice under there for me to discover?

For those of you who don't know what I am talking about, I have a major phobia of mouse poo and Molnar thought it would be funny to colour some bits of rice with black texta and put them on my kitchen bench.

We start installing the new kitchen on Saturday. Hopefully there will be less cursing.

Renovations ARRRRGHHH

Michael and I are in crazy nesting mode and renovating everything. We have just redone our floor. It was really hard work with a 1 year old under your feet, especially when glue was involved. Once I turned around and Lennox was running around with no pants on. I looked around and found his pants and socks stuck to the floor!

Now we have crazily bought an entire kitchen from Ikea and are going to rip out our old kitchen and install this new one ourselves. At the moment the whole kitchen is in our spare room, our functioning kitchen is in our bathroom and our existing kitchen is just dead space.

Time Passing

It was Lennox's 1st birthday on Sunday. I fluctuated between happy, hysterical and bewilderment. Never again will I throw a big party with all the relatives, it was awful. I didn't get to spend any time with my son, or Michael. The happy part was realising what a wonderful little boy he has become, the hysterical part was realising how fast he is growing up and also reliving those awful first few months of his life, the difficulties we had at first and then the devastating Mother's Day when we ended up in hospital and he ended up having surgery. The bewilderment was trying to cope with these emotions and hold it together over the 5 hour party. But as with all facets of parenthood you have to move on quickly coz it never slows down and never stops changing.

I missed you guys on his birthday. Wish you had been there, if for nothing but to keep me sane.