A collection of images of MY Aussie Animals, my children.
I have a confession. You're going to think i'm a nut case but it's true.
I actually LIKE* grocery shopping with my kids.
I know. I'm ashamed.
People often ask me 'why don't you shop online' and my answer is simple - 'because I live for this kind of crazy'. You don't go and have three kids in four years so you can calmly walk the isles of your local woolies making informed decisions about carbohydrate content and price checking tins of baked beans.
No, you have three children in four years so you can bundle them all into one tiny green trolley and zoom them through supermarket repeatedly requesting that ' arms and legs stay inside the vehicle at all times'.
It's utter chaos.
Zeph talks constantly without taking a breath. Pip tries to climb from her perch every 2 minutes whilst intermittently inventing new and creative ways to utilise the trolly as monkey bars, a ladder or a swing whilst Elke, darling Elke sits snugly in the pouch cooing and eyeballing her sister until we reach the checkout, at which point she screams. Every. Time.
It's awesome. Really.
In between the calamity we chatter about this and that and negotiate what items we'll be buying - will the peanut butter be smooth or crunchy? Will we get strawberry jam or fruits of the forest (my favourite)? Should we get the extra large tub of honey or one in a glass jar? And PLEASEEEE MUM CAN WE GET ICY POLES?
Naturally bribery plays a huge role in the success of these outings and there is almost always a carrot and a stick involved.
Sometimes the promise of a little tube of yogurt will do the trick but on other occasions I need to pull out all stops - a bake off.
That's right, if things are turning pear shaped as quickly as my body during the first trimester of pregnancy, then something must be done. A project MUST be created.
A common goal, if you will.
Together we decide upon some fabulous culinary project to distract us from the task at hand.** Usually it's something complex like a milkshake, ice cream cone, choc chip cookies or the famous fish biscuits but it's a winning strategy for convincing the kids that the supermarket is indeed a wonderful and magical place. They need to keep their eyes peeled for the special ingredients required for their treat.
It's all about the keeping the trolly occupants engaged in riveting conversation.
The glory of the grocery store was made all the more golden when, on our last adventure, the kids were presented with a pack of Aussie Animals collector cards, part of an initiative between Woolworths and the Taronga Conservation Society to get our kids excited, engaged and educated about Native Aussie Animals. These cards can be collected at checkout with any purchase over twenty dollars and traded/swapped on the Woolies Facebook page or in store today.
I'm sure you can imagine the explosion of conversation that erupted soon after their unwrapping. Trust me the 'why did the crocodile cross the road, why did the frilled neck lizard cross the road, why did the kangaroo cross the road?' jokes came thick and fast. Naturally the answer is always the same 'cus it's the chickens day offfffff' followed by raucous laughter.
I don't know about you but I feel an animal focused school holidays coming up. The Woolies collector cards provide the perfect accompaniment to our usual David Attenborough viewing or perhaps a spot of family charades is in order? Maybe a game of Memory or a Pop Quiz complete with prizes (icy poles, perhaps?). Either way, they'll give Zeph that little bit of mental stimulation he'll be craving whilst on holidays. In addition, we might take trip to the zoo, maybe a visit to the Reptile Park and most certainly - we WILL bake off.
*when I say like, what I really mean is 'don't ALWAYS hate'
**getting out of the supermarket without mummy rocking in the organic foods isle crying 'inadequate, inadequate, INADEQUATE'