I have been unable to access my own blog of late. I have absolutely no idea why. I am thinking that perhaps it is the bloggy watcher trying to prevent me from posting some drivel in which nobody would be interested anyway.
Today I had a day off. As in a day "off". I work four days a week. The fifth day is supposed to be my day off. The kids are in daycare five days a week and I am supposed to use that day to catch up on everything - strip the beds, get the floors mopped, catch up on washing, mow the lawns if necessary, do the shopping, all that lovely stuff. However, for the last eternity my day off has involved a visit to either a doctor's office or a hospital. For one or more of the mini folks.
Today it did not. Today was a true me day. And in true fashion, after dropping the kids off at daycare the first thing I did was mow the lawn. But now the lawn is mowed and looks a lot better. Then I spent the next 2 hours recovering from mowing the lawn, with the aid of a coffee and a coke. And a steak. Just because.
And then I went for a coffee with a friend, which was wonderful, and the time just flew and before I knew it I had been having coffee for 2 1/2 hours, so then had to flee to get to the grocery store, which I did, then picked up my beautiful babies.
And the weekend is shaping up pretty well too - have a friend and her mini chicklet visiting from Perth on Saturday, and on Sunday it is my birthday and we are going to the magical brunch!!!!!!!! Sensational.
And on that note I should probably work out what to wear tomorrow.
I am hoping that everyone out there in the blogosphere is content. I am content. I love my babies and my babies love me. And with some other little happenings things are going from strength to strength.
That is all.
Wednesday, September 26, 2012
Saturday, September 22, 2012
I am not a baker
and nor do I ever wish to BE a baker.
I made a Lightning McQueen cake today.
I burnt it. But that's ok because it was getting iced.
I put too much colouring in the icing and it split. But that's ok, it still kinda looked red. Ish.
So I tried to ice it. The squirty little star things didn't work because it was too runny. So I used the knife to spread it out. Then realised that I had no idea what I was doing.
But it is done. And looks like a car, thanks mostly to the shape of the tin.
The other traffic light things are done, and there are some other foodie doovas I will make up tomorrow, and we're cooking with gas.
A few lessons for the day.
1. Crayola coloured bubbles - good in theory. Bad in practice.
2. If a child falls off a seat, do not assume that they will have learned not to sit that way again.
3. No does not always mean no. If you ask your child, before entering the supermarket, if they need to go to the toilet and they say "no" do not believe them. Under any circumstance. If you do, you will find yourself not even past the deli with a child telling you they need to go to the toilet.
4. Aldi checkout chick rocks. She saw the kids arcing up and gave them lollies. I don't care. They calmed down. Thank you Aldi checkout chick.
5. If you are not a confident baker, do not bake a Lightning McQueen cake.
6. No matter how much it can annoy you that your children stay up after they have gone to bed, there is absolutely no hope for you if your 2 year old starts singing "everybody needs a thneed".
That is all.
I made a Lightning McQueen cake today.
I burnt it. But that's ok because it was getting iced.
I put too much colouring in the icing and it split. But that's ok, it still kinda looked red. Ish.
So I tried to ice it. The squirty little star things didn't work because it was too runny. So I used the knife to spread it out. Then realised that I had no idea what I was doing.
But it is done. And looks like a car, thanks mostly to the shape of the tin.
The other traffic light things are done, and there are some other foodie doovas I will make up tomorrow, and we're cooking with gas.
A few lessons for the day.
1. Crayola coloured bubbles - good in theory. Bad in practice.
2. If a child falls off a seat, do not assume that they will have learned not to sit that way again.
3. No does not always mean no. If you ask your child, before entering the supermarket, if they need to go to the toilet and they say "no" do not believe them. Under any circumstance. If you do, you will find yourself not even past the deli with a child telling you they need to go to the toilet.
4. Aldi checkout chick rocks. She saw the kids arcing up and gave them lollies. I don't care. They calmed down. Thank you Aldi checkout chick.
5. If you are not a confident baker, do not bake a Lightning McQueen cake.
6. No matter how much it can annoy you that your children stay up after they have gone to bed, there is absolutely no hope for you if your 2 year old starts singing "everybody needs a thneed".
That is all.
When will I learn?
Apparently it hasn't happened yet. The learning bit I mean.
I still find it astounding that a simple "yes" is so difficult for some people to say, particularly when it is in response to an email, with photos, and the question is simply could you please confirm if you received the email.
And so I will quite obviously now go back to the plan of the last few months and simply refrain from sending anything. Because to be quite honest, I have no idea if it gets there anyway. It is sad because it is not I who will suffer as a result of that.
On a different note I am making traffic light jelly today in preparation for Angus's Cars party tomorrow. We already have traffic light cookies, and little teddy bears riding in milky bars. As for the main cake, well, that is yet to be done, but I am anticipating it will look little to nothing like the "picture" they kindly include with the tin of how it "should" look.
I guess I should keep trucking along with this birthday business.
Toodles for now.
I still find it astounding that a simple "yes" is so difficult for some people to say, particularly when it is in response to an email, with photos, and the question is simply could you please confirm if you received the email.
And so I will quite obviously now go back to the plan of the last few months and simply refrain from sending anything. Because to be quite honest, I have no idea if it gets there anyway. It is sad because it is not I who will suffer as a result of that.
On a different note I am making traffic light jelly today in preparation for Angus's Cars party tomorrow. We already have traffic light cookies, and little teddy bears riding in milky bars. As for the main cake, well, that is yet to be done, but I am anticipating it will look little to nothing like the "picture" they kindly include with the tin of how it "should" look.
I guess I should keep trucking along with this birthday business.
Toodles for now.
Thursday, September 20, 2012
My baby is 2.
My little man Angus turned 2 today. I can hardly believe it. It was surely only yesterday he was a baby. Surely.
It has been a big day overall. This morning Tabitha got her plaster off, not before screaming the roof off the hospital mind you. But it is done, the plaster is gone, although Tabitha assures me that "it is still broken". It will be stiff and sore for a few weeks and she will need to get used to using it again, but I'm ecstatic the plaster is gone. No more sponge baths!
I took the mini ones to Maccas for dinner (their request). They had their little happy meal, then proceeded to run around the play area madly having an absolute wow of a time. We then headed home, opened some presents, played with those for a while, then had some cake (Angus even blew out the candles without much help clever lad), then more playing, then everyone into bed.
Since that time I have been dutifully getting things ready for Angus's Cars party on Sunday. For those of you who haven't caught up with it yet I have what is referred to as an "essential tremor". It means I shake. Not as much as someone with Parkinson's disease, but it is a visible and noticeable shake nonetheless. Let me tell you, it makes sticking smarties on to milky way bars incredibly precarious. And almost laughable at times. But 2 hours later and I'm done!
So there remains very little to be done for the party. Except the cake. The Cars shaped cake. Oh yes. That. Complete with "icing" guide. Something tells me he will be getting a Cars shaped cake with "Cars" written on it, rather than the elaborate form of artwork the tin tells me I should be attempting. As it is, I am not much of a baker so who knows what it will taste like anyway! I have some mini teeny cupcakes as well - well, I will have by then - so if all fails with the cake, kids always love cupcakes.
And just for something different I'm tired. I'm wondering how long I can truck along like this, doing it all alone with only the odd smattering of help every month or so. My guess is indefinitely. Why? Because there really is just no other option. That's why.
It was so lovely to receive so many wishes for a happy birthday for Angus from so many family and friends. A little disappointing not to receive the same from others, however I can't change others and how they feel, nor do I wish to. For the impressions people have been given, whilst in many cases false, are their own, and I would have as much hope of "changing" what people think as the sun does of catching the moon. So I just continue on with my life, knowing that it is inevitable that the truth will show itself.
On a side note, BBQ rib flavoured chips do not taste like BBQ ribs. I think that is a blatant case of false advertising. In fact I would go so far as to say that ALL meat flavoured chips simply miss the mark. Surely there must be someone who wishes to research this most pressing of issues a little further and get our chips to taste like meat. Surely.
And on that note I shall flee. I seem to be in here a lot less often than I actually intend to be. It is the fault of the interruptednet that I have been somewhat scarce, as it has decided, of its own accord, to disallow me access from various different things at various different times. I guess it is just trying to keep me on my toes. So I tiptoe away and hope this post actually succeeds.......
It has been a big day overall. This morning Tabitha got her plaster off, not before screaming the roof off the hospital mind you. But it is done, the plaster is gone, although Tabitha assures me that "it is still broken". It will be stiff and sore for a few weeks and she will need to get used to using it again, but I'm ecstatic the plaster is gone. No more sponge baths!
I took the mini ones to Maccas for dinner (their request). They had their little happy meal, then proceeded to run around the play area madly having an absolute wow of a time. We then headed home, opened some presents, played with those for a while, then had some cake (Angus even blew out the candles without much help clever lad), then more playing, then everyone into bed.
Since that time I have been dutifully getting things ready for Angus's Cars party on Sunday. For those of you who haven't caught up with it yet I have what is referred to as an "essential tremor". It means I shake. Not as much as someone with Parkinson's disease, but it is a visible and noticeable shake nonetheless. Let me tell you, it makes sticking smarties on to milky way bars incredibly precarious. And almost laughable at times. But 2 hours later and I'm done!
So there remains very little to be done for the party. Except the cake. The Cars shaped cake. Oh yes. That. Complete with "icing" guide. Something tells me he will be getting a Cars shaped cake with "Cars" written on it, rather than the elaborate form of artwork the tin tells me I should be attempting. As it is, I am not much of a baker so who knows what it will taste like anyway! I have some mini teeny cupcakes as well - well, I will have by then - so if all fails with the cake, kids always love cupcakes.
And just for something different I'm tired. I'm wondering how long I can truck along like this, doing it all alone with only the odd smattering of help every month or so. My guess is indefinitely. Why? Because there really is just no other option. That's why.
It was so lovely to receive so many wishes for a happy birthday for Angus from so many family and friends. A little disappointing not to receive the same from others, however I can't change others and how they feel, nor do I wish to. For the impressions people have been given, whilst in many cases false, are their own, and I would have as much hope of "changing" what people think as the sun does of catching the moon. So I just continue on with my life, knowing that it is inevitable that the truth will show itself.
On a side note, BBQ rib flavoured chips do not taste like BBQ ribs. I think that is a blatant case of false advertising. In fact I would go so far as to say that ALL meat flavoured chips simply miss the mark. Surely there must be someone who wishes to research this most pressing of issues a little further and get our chips to taste like meat. Surely.
And on that note I shall flee. I seem to be in here a lot less often than I actually intend to be. It is the fault of the interruptednet that I have been somewhat scarce, as it has decided, of its own accord, to disallow me access from various different things at various different times. I guess it is just trying to keep me on my toes. So I tiptoe away and hope this post actually succeeds.......
Thursday, September 13, 2012
It isn't my fault.
That I haven't blogged since whenever the last one was. For I have tried, unsuccessfully, on many an occasion.
So here I am. Finally.
And what do I have to say? Not a great deal.
Tabitha gets her plaster off on Angus's birthday. She thinks that is pretty special, and Angus doesn't really get the whole thing anyway, although I'm tipping that at his party he will get it just a tad more than previously.
What do I have to say right now? So so much, but so very little. Why? Because some things you just don't talk about. Perhaps to very close friends and family, but not in the big bad blogosphere.
One thing I will say is this - you get one life. Use it wisely.
I had some more profound statements to make but to be honest they flew out the window as soon as the elation of actually being able to get on here sunk in.
One other thing though - kids are only young once. Time waits for no man (or woman for that matter). You may think you are proving a point. You are not. You are missing out. In a huge way. Don't. Because you don't have to.
And if you have something to say to someone, say it. For you know not what tomorrow may bring. And in that regard, remember that if you can't say something nice, tis best to say nothing at all.
So there you go. A blog full of riddles. If you work them out, good on you. If you don't, I truly hope that time favours you and allows you to work them out before it is too late.
And there endeth the lesson.
So here I am. Finally.
And what do I have to say? Not a great deal.
Tabitha gets her plaster off on Angus's birthday. She thinks that is pretty special, and Angus doesn't really get the whole thing anyway, although I'm tipping that at his party he will get it just a tad more than previously.
What do I have to say right now? So so much, but so very little. Why? Because some things you just don't talk about. Perhaps to very close friends and family, but not in the big bad blogosphere.
One thing I will say is this - you get one life. Use it wisely.
I had some more profound statements to make but to be honest they flew out the window as soon as the elation of actually being able to get on here sunk in.
One other thing though - kids are only young once. Time waits for no man (or woman for that matter). You may think you are proving a point. You are not. You are missing out. In a huge way. Don't. Because you don't have to.
And if you have something to say to someone, say it. For you know not what tomorrow may bring. And in that regard, remember that if you can't say something nice, tis best to say nothing at all.
So there you go. A blog full of riddles. If you work them out, good on you. If you don't, I truly hope that time favours you and allows you to work them out before it is too late.
And there endeth the lesson.
Monday, September 3, 2012
It will be worth it.
In the long run.
For now, it is a struggle. Realistically, I would be better off being a stay at home mum. Financially.
But in the long run, I would be better off working. Not just for me, for my family.
I redid my budget tonight. I have the grand total of $12.38 a week leftover after all the necessities are taken care of. That doesn't leave a lot to entertain the kids on a weekend now does it?
So what do I do? Do I succumb and say yes I will go back to being a SAHM and close my eyes to the future to ensure the now is more fullsome?
I can't. Because that would be verging on negligent on my part.
I have the capacity, and in the long run I, and my beautiful babies, will benefit from my working to provide for them.
But my word it is hard. So so hard. I can't even begin to explain what I'm going through.
I do understand why so many single mums don't enter, or re-enter, the workforce. Because realistically, why would you?
For the future. That's why.
And I must remain steadfast in that belief.
It will be ok. For now, we struggle, but down the track, we will be ok. I know we will.
For now, it is a struggle. Realistically, I would be better off being a stay at home mum. Financially.
But in the long run, I would be better off working. Not just for me, for my family.
I redid my budget tonight. I have the grand total of $12.38 a week leftover after all the necessities are taken care of. That doesn't leave a lot to entertain the kids on a weekend now does it?
So what do I do? Do I succumb and say yes I will go back to being a SAHM and close my eyes to the future to ensure the now is more fullsome?
I can't. Because that would be verging on negligent on my part.
I have the capacity, and in the long run I, and my beautiful babies, will benefit from my working to provide for them.
But my word it is hard. So so hard. I can't even begin to explain what I'm going through.
I do understand why so many single mums don't enter, or re-enter, the workforce. Because realistically, why would you?
For the future. That's why.
And I must remain steadfast in that belief.
It will be ok. For now, we struggle, but down the track, we will be ok. I know we will.
Saturday, September 1, 2012
Children are amazing.
Tabitha in particular. Why? Well, she fell off the arm of the sofa at daycare on Thursday and sustained a fairly nasty bump on the head. She cried for perhaps 10 minutes and that was that. She was a little clingier than usual that evening but that was really it. As I went to put her pyjamas on I noticed she was hesitant to use her right arm. Hmmm. Not ideal. So put that one in the "alert" basket. When she came into my room in the middle of the night and wanted to sleep in my bed I told her that of course she could. When she told me she couldn't get in, that's when the alarm bells really started ringing.
So the next morning I dropped the others at daycare and proceeded on to the hospital, wherein they gave her some painkillers, watched her walking around (mid scream mind you) and then jiggled her arm around with the conclusion that she had dislocated her elbow.
After half an hour she was bright as a button, moving the arm, and all was good, and it was felt that the jiggling relocated the elbow to its rightful place. I told them that I thought she had fractured it. She was exhibiting the exact same behaviours as she was after breaking her leg. But no, apparently not, because she was moving the arm, using it a little, and was not "put out" by anything. Okay, you're the doctors.
She slept the rest of the afternoon, was groggy in the evening, then crawled back into bed with me that night. Sounds fine yes?
No.
She was not using her arm this morning. At all. And it was swollen. And hot. And mummy's gut instincts should ALWAYS be trusted.
Xray revealed a supracondylar fracture. For us lay folk, that is a fracture in the bone just above the elbow. Tabitha screamed any time anyone even looked at her. And was still happy enough to play in the waiting room while we were waiting for our turn to be seen. I think that is part of the reason why it took over an hour to even get seen, considering there was nobody else in the waiting room at the time. And three others went in ahead of us as they came in.
However, we finally got to see someone. Tabitha screamed (what a shock) and I told him the whole shebang, and also told him that I thought it was broken, and it was hot and swollen and the rest of the story. Xraying her proved challenging. That is putting it mildly. And after it had finished, and the xray technician said "I've seen that before" or words to that effect, my response was "well it's over for you now though isn't it........". I think he understood.
Anyway, back out to the tv area (which became our "bed" zone because the kids didn't all fit in the cubicle without tripping over each other, and the doctor came out and told me that yes it was fractured and they were just working out how to set it best. Funny thing is it was 100% not surprising. Because I knew it was fractured.
Doctors are doctors. They do know their stuff. But I don't think they put enough weight upon the 'testimony' for want of a better word, of the mother. I know Tabitha in and out, back to front. If she even sneezes a different way I know. Because I am her mother. Won't harp. Just a bit of a bug bear.
Plastering. Yes. Well. That was going to work wasn't it? But guess what? I am giving myself genius status, because when they brought out the collar and cuff (measuring it up on Lexi because the girls are basically the same size), I told Tabitha that they were giving her a new bracelet and necklace to match the bracelet she got from the hospital yesterday (the other hospital gave her a blue bracelet saying "Great job" on it). She was still as. You could not have believed it. Amazing. Truly amazing.
So then it was done. Mini chick was all set, casted up, and ready to go.
And I do think they appreciated that their dad made an appearance at the hospital too. He was supposed to take them from lunchtime for the afternoon and when things turned awry it seemed logical that he come there as he very rarely sees them.
So the morning was spent as I described, and they have had a wonderful time with their dad celebrating early father's day this afternoon, about which I am truly rapt as I would love him to spend more time with them, and now they are all asleep. And I'm hoping they stay that way until morning.
So when you say "I wonder what next weekend will bring", just remember, it may bring fractures....but it also may bring immense pride as you see your second child exhibit qualities of bravery and strengh that would rival the strongest man.
<3 my babies.
So the next morning I dropped the others at daycare and proceeded on to the hospital, wherein they gave her some painkillers, watched her walking around (mid scream mind you) and then jiggled her arm around with the conclusion that she had dislocated her elbow.
After half an hour she was bright as a button, moving the arm, and all was good, and it was felt that the jiggling relocated the elbow to its rightful place. I told them that I thought she had fractured it. She was exhibiting the exact same behaviours as she was after breaking her leg. But no, apparently not, because she was moving the arm, using it a little, and was not "put out" by anything. Okay, you're the doctors.
She slept the rest of the afternoon, was groggy in the evening, then crawled back into bed with me that night. Sounds fine yes?
No.
She was not using her arm this morning. At all. And it was swollen. And hot. And mummy's gut instincts should ALWAYS be trusted.
Xray revealed a supracondylar fracture. For us lay folk, that is a fracture in the bone just above the elbow. Tabitha screamed any time anyone even looked at her. And was still happy enough to play in the waiting room while we were waiting for our turn to be seen. I think that is part of the reason why it took over an hour to even get seen, considering there was nobody else in the waiting room at the time. And three others went in ahead of us as they came in.
However, we finally got to see someone. Tabitha screamed (what a shock) and I told him the whole shebang, and also told him that I thought it was broken, and it was hot and swollen and the rest of the story. Xraying her proved challenging. That is putting it mildly. And after it had finished, and the xray technician said "I've seen that before" or words to that effect, my response was "well it's over for you now though isn't it........". I think he understood.
Anyway, back out to the tv area (which became our "bed" zone because the kids didn't all fit in the cubicle without tripping over each other, and the doctor came out and told me that yes it was fractured and they were just working out how to set it best. Funny thing is it was 100% not surprising. Because I knew it was fractured.
Doctors are doctors. They do know their stuff. But I don't think they put enough weight upon the 'testimony' for want of a better word, of the mother. I know Tabitha in and out, back to front. If she even sneezes a different way I know. Because I am her mother. Won't harp. Just a bit of a bug bear.
Plastering. Yes. Well. That was going to work wasn't it? But guess what? I am giving myself genius status, because when they brought out the collar and cuff (measuring it up on Lexi because the girls are basically the same size), I told Tabitha that they were giving her a new bracelet and necklace to match the bracelet she got from the hospital yesterday (the other hospital gave her a blue bracelet saying "Great job" on it). She was still as. You could not have believed it. Amazing. Truly amazing.
So then it was done. Mini chick was all set, casted up, and ready to go.
And I do think they appreciated that their dad made an appearance at the hospital too. He was supposed to take them from lunchtime for the afternoon and when things turned awry it seemed logical that he come there as he very rarely sees them.
So the morning was spent as I described, and they have had a wonderful time with their dad celebrating early father's day this afternoon, about which I am truly rapt as I would love him to spend more time with them, and now they are all asleep. And I'm hoping they stay that way until morning.
So when you say "I wonder what next weekend will bring", just remember, it may bring fractures....but it also may bring immense pride as you see your second child exhibit qualities of bravery and strengh that would rival the strongest man.
<3 my babies.
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