February 25, 2009
Instead I will focus on the 6 hours of sleep that I had. Six hours is tons. Many nights I've had much less. I have to thank bad television because last night I went to bed early and snuck in 4 hours before my call up.
Two and a half hours goes surprising quickly when you are up and down between floor and spare bed. About two hours in, I began to think of all the things I could have done in this time frame. Driven to the city and back, watched a movie at the cinema, power walked the City to Surf (well almost!), got half way through a great chick lit book. All very useful things. Shushing my Missy, although being a means to an end, did not seem very useful. Ahh....it could have been worse, much, much worse.
What we needed today was a home day. A day to stay in jammies till 11 and potter around the house at our own pace. I ironed and the Rooster discovered a new way to play with with his marble run. We read books and played on the climbing frame in the sunshine. We ate lunch on the deck and made a stack of birthday cards for the parties we have coming up this weekend.
In the afternoon we headed off for a walk. 15 minutes in and too far to turn back, I discovered that today was a hot day. Really too hot to be walking up hills pushing in excess of 30kgs. I stopped for a breather and a gulp of water and the Rooster says "Come on Mummy. You can do it. Keep on going. I'll tell you when we get to the top". Has the Rooster been sneaking in episodes of The Biggest Loser and modelling his rah rahing on the style of Shannon?
We've had a calm day after the storm that had been this past week. To top it off my little fella showed me just how clever he is becoming. He was signing his name at the bottom of each card as we made them and at the third he remembered that Missy needed to be included. I told him I had added her name on the other cards but he insisted that he could do it for this last one. This is what he came up with, with not a bit of help from his mama.
I know that this blog is not usually a vehicle for bragging about my kids but I couldn't help but show this one off (the Rooster's Uncle and Aunt in Canada who read this blog will be equally impressed) .
So all in all a good day. Fingers crossed for an easy(ish) night. I have work tomorrow.
February 18, 2009
I was humbled today when I escorted 6 of my students to the blood bank to make their donations. Staff at the blood bank said that donations have doubled in the past week since putting out their request for blood and plasma donations. If you can give, please do. It takes half an hour, you get a ton of great munchies (including tim tams!) a milkshake of your choice and a warm fuzzy feeling that in doing so you have saved 3 lives. Most people are eligible, but stop by here and to see if you fit the bill. Simple!
February 17, 2009
This is the Rooster at 6 weeks. Coincidently, it was the photo that went out with our thank you cards for all those wonderful gifts that you receive when you have a bub. Strangely, I can't remember where it was taken. I am thinking our back deck, but I do know that the Rooster hated that bouncer and screamed almost everytime he was put down in it. Not long after we ditched this rocker for what has to be the worlds ugliest rocker but boy it does the trick!
February 16, 2009
Thanks to Cindy who is doing a million and one things at the moment as well as Eyespy Sunday and to Just needs salt for this weeks Secret (food) Shame.
February 14, 2009
I did lots of baking for tomorrow, cookies, friands and some relish to use up a bag of tomatoes. Oh yeah...and the birthday cake. We love the time late at night creating a special cake for our children.
Late evening and a nostalgic DVD. Ferris Bueller's Day Off. I remember dancing to twist and shout in the cinemas when I was 14. We put this movie on last week at school and not one of the kids had seen it. Am hoping this cult movie will seep its way into the hearts of the kids I teach so that when I say "Anyone? Anyone?" It not just me that gets the joke.
Am tired tonight after a week of disruptive nights with our girl. Maybe now she is one she will magically be a better sleeper. I can hope can't I?
February 12, 2009
Tomorrow she is at childcare and having her first hip hip hooray experience (I am feeling a pang just knowing I will be missing it) and I have just finished putting this together.
I showed Tools my creation, as he has made all over the Rooster's cakes in previous years (I tell you, he is the man when it comes to icing. Stay tuned for what he will come up with on the weekend) and was a pleased as punch when he said it was a basket of flowers, just as I intended.
February 11, 2009
Rather than dither about I thought I'd head in another direction. The sweetest most delicious smell is on Friday evenings. After childcare and after baths, the littlies are all squeaky clean and their heads....ahhh.... the smell of babies.
I love story time on those evenings, silky soft hair brushing against my chin, breathing in that baby smell. I often wonder, at what age do they loose that smell?
Thanks Handmaiden for this weeks topic.
February 10, 2009
We choose to live on the edge of the bush. We are aware of the dangers and each summer we are acutely aware of what threatens to destroy us. A disaster of this magnitude is unimaginable. I simply can't comprehend the number of lives that have been lost in Victoria and my prayers go out to those poor souls who have lost those that they loved and who are enduring the saddest of sad times.
The Rooster must be hearing a little of what is going on. This afternoon as we were waiting on the front veranda for Daddy to get home, he said "Its raining. We really need it, Mummy". I hope the heat predicted for Victoria on the weekend does not eventuate and that sweet rain drenches our thirsty, burning land.
February 3, 2009
These have been stashed in a drawer awaiting the return of some shelves that are getting a spruce up from my Dad.
Like every good holiday momento they come with a good story. We were in Prague on Christmas Eve in 1998 (gosh, that seems like an eon ago!). I spotted this little group of buildings at the Christmas market that was set up in the main square and fell in love with them immeadiately. Tools, who is more of a practical person and a man to boot, vetoed their purchase and I left Prague sad and empty handed. The next day was of course Christmas Day and we were a long way from Prague, up in Northern Czech skiing. To my utter delight my much coveted little buildings were sitting under our little tree.