Exciting News!
Disclaimer: This is NOT a pregnancy announcement, nor have I won the lottery (darn it!)
Today I discovered a cool new tool online - a free PDF converter. It means that I am able to make available Lizzie’s Home original articles, spreadsheets and other documents as PDF downloads direct from this site. I’m really chuffed I have worked this out - I have big plans for using this feature, including writing my own ebook (its even in my 100 Things post - see? Number 82!) It offers up a whole new way of sharing with the world my infinite wisdom - grin - and not only that, I’m now able to control the way in which my documents are handled on the opposite end. Up until now, I haven’t known how to make the templates and articles widely available without the question of plagiarism or misuse by others being forefront in my mind.
So, pleased as punch, I offer you the first installment in what I hope will be a regularly updated feature here at Lizzie’s Home. Look in the sidebar to the left for available articles and downloads - you’re free to save these files to your own computers and to link back to them. Enjoy.
Cheers,
Lizzie
A Wee Little Problem
I woke up this morning to find Miss Moo standing on my head.
She was trying to climb over me to snuggle, but slipped. Mid-manoeuvre, she realised she needed to go to the toilet and jumped down, asking if she could use the ensuite bathroom (as a general rule we keep this for Mummy and Daddy’s use only). I murmured a ’sure’ from where I was rubbing my head. Our ensuite door is a little stiff and when she couldn’t turn it immediately, she panicked. When she panics, her muscles relax.
End result: Wee on floor. What a way to wake up!
I strip her off and put her in our shower, then drag out the mop and clean up. I thank (once again) the previous owners of this house for their obviously superior flooring choice (our master bedroom has floating floorboards - the only bedroom that doesn’t have carpet) and as I’m coming back from the laundry room after putting the mop away, I hear her sweet little voice singing away in the shower.
Awwww, I thought. Just as off-key as Mummy. That’s my girl!
The song she was singing?
“Skip to the lou my darling.”
Cheers,
Lizzie
Rejuvenation
Lizzie
Kneading It
I’m going to bake bread today. Why? Well its a bit cold and blustery where I am at the moment and I feel like getting all ‘country mama’.
Speaking of breads, ‘my’ new Pizza Dough recipe comes very gratefully from Mrs Catherine. I’ve tried making pizza dough before, with little success…until I found this recipe. It has worked every time and the kids think I’m a genius. I, of course, do not disagree :P
I need to begin making an effort with meal planning again. Several weeks ago I made up an eight-week menu plan that was going really well, but I’ve sort of coasted for the last week and a bit. Grocery spending is way above what I would like it to be, too. I’ve been tracking our finances extensively over March (ala The Spreadsheet Queen *grin*) so that should shine a light on various things to address. But groceries are always the biggest money drain for us (after the fixed expenses) and I’d really like to pare this back to a reasonable level again. We’re eating far too many commercial snackfoods and a few more dinners than I’d like contain frozen or convenience foods. There’s always room for improvement :)
Cheers,
Lizzie
School Camp? He’s Only Six!
When the camp idea was first floated earlier in the term I took him aside and explained what it would entail. A night away from Mum and Dad, but it wouldn’t be like spending the night at Nana and Poppa’s. The camp is just far enough away that driving down to pick up a suddenly-apprehensive child would be difficult at best. Of course we would do it in a flash if need be, but we wanted to make sure he understood what it was all about.
He does…and boy, is he excited. They’re going to a pioneer farm to milk cows, make butter and ride horses. He’s positively beside himself with glee, as little boys of that age are apt to be. And I’ll wave goodbye to the bus with a smile on my face but a pang of concern inside because by nature of his abilities, he’s already growing up faster than most kids his age and I figured I had another couple of years of the apron strings being tied very securely in a a double knot, LOL. I can feel them being loosened as I speak! And that’s wonderful and everything, but…
…did I mention he’s only six?
Cheers,
Lizzie










