Tuesday, December 30, 2008
Thursday, December 18, 2008
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
Friday, December 5, 2008
He doesn't like any water in his eyes while bathing. He doesn't like people in his space if he didn't invite them. He doesn't like to be ignored even for a minute. He doesn't like to wait to tell me his newest awesome piece of knowledge. He hates being suprised and not knowing the out come before hand. He hates to be beaten in anything. He doesn't like to be confronted.
On the other hand he has found joy in many earthly pursuits since his birth. He loves his cousins and wants to go visit with family often. He loves to go to primary for all the right reasons (he doesn't have a good friend in his class). He loves to learn new things and since going to kindy and primary he is learning so many more things than I could teach him at home. He loves to cuddle me. He loves to wrestle with his Dad. He loves being in our family.
And we love having him in ours.
Monday, November 24, 2008
Zac 4 years 11 1/2 months
Not only did he say this in his prayer but he said it so deliberately that he pointed out the mention of the twirling Father after tonight's prayer, saying he had said it because he had learnt it in a song.
I know that music and dance are ways to praise God but until tonight I hadn't thought of Him singing or dancing. Maybe He does.
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
Too fast she has grown. Poppy is still much faster when she crawls but that isn't stopping her from trying to run away from me. In the evening when the boys have been put to bed I'll watch TV or surf and Poppy will cruise. She'll then get it into her head that she wants to visit the boys. Obviously she is delusional with tiredness and has forgotten how they torment her daily. What gives her away is that she stands in the doorway and hesitates. Right there she is making her decision. It goes something like this.
"Do I just play here on the floor OR make a run for the boys where they will laugh at me and encourage me to be deliciously naughty."..."Oh look Mum left the hallway door open. The Fates have spoken."..."Here I go. To the bedroom."...one step, two step, thr.."Oh no! Mum's coming. RUN!" ...Smack..."Scratch that. CRAWL!!!"..."Ha, ha, ha, she got me. Oh well better luck next time."
Monday, November 17, 2008
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
Monday, November 10, 2008
(pause) Jesus gave the Fossils the last supper. Then when Jesus died the Fossils became the missionaries. Mum we see the Fossils at Church."
Zac 4 years 11 months
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
Thank you, good night.
Dear drag racing Sir's
I'm sorry to bother you but...
Saturday, October 18, 2008
Until this morning. I took a deep breath and dove in. I started with the spent items then moved on to the books. I put away boxes of things that didn't even belong in the room let alone on the desk. The rest I stacked in a pile to be sorted, later. The job was not as bad as I had made it out to be. I was impressed with how little time it took to reclaim my sacred space. Now I sit at the alter of modern life with a clear keyboard ready to do all the things I have been putting off because tomorrow finally came.
Tuesday, October 7, 2008
Friday, October 3, 2008
Thursday, October 2, 2008
Wednesday, October 1, 2008
Angus George was born on Saturday 1st October 2005. it was 5pm and the student doctor who helped deliver you was the winner of the time bet. You weighed exactly the same as Zac but you were shorter with a bigger head.
I started having contractions on Friday evening and at 3 in the morning I went for a bath and slept in there for about an hour. I called mum who was in Pt Augusta at 5 in the morning that she might want to be here around 10am. Because I thought that might be a good time to go into hospital. I didn’t end up going until 2pm after taking Zac to Ingrid’s house. Granny came to get Amy earlier in the day. Once we got to the hospital I was very ready to have my new baby. The hospital was having renovations and we had to follow signs to find the admittance room. Thankfully it was quiet because I was looked after very efficiently. Next time I think I might go into hospital a bit earlier because I think I was very lucky to get an epidural almost as soon as I got to the room and asked for the needle. After that things slowed down a bit, for which I am very grateful. I didn’t get to move around after I got the epidural but I have to remember next time that I shouldn’t lie on my side just after they give the injection because only one side of my body got the fluid and my left leg went all numb and tingly and it was not a nice feeling. As the epidural wore off and the contractions came harder I needed the mask with mostly oxygen. Mick and Mum held me up to give birth and I held onto the mask. The next day I couldn’t figure out why the bridge of my nose was so sore until a bit later on when I realize it was because I had been pressing the mask to my face so hard. The epidural was wearing off in the late stages of labour and I certainly was grateful for the drug because it was very painful. However it was still awesome to have a midwife who let me tell her what I was feeling and when it was time to push. At one point though I remember telling everyone and anyone that I couldn’t push anymore because it hurt too much but that I knew I had to keep going. It was a wonderful powerful experience that I would not trade with anyone.
As soon as my beautiful baby was born the midwife placed him on my chest and I was able to confirm, what I strongly suspected, that this baby was indeed a healthy boy. Mick again didn’t rush to hold the new baby and I told him to just do it. Mum says that he was so overcome by everything that he was close to tears. He told me later how proud he was of me and how in awe he was of the strength I had to do this for him. After mum had a hold and we had pictures the student doctor was writing on the i.d. card and I asked him to write Gus instead of Baby Vojnovic because even though we didn’t have a name for the boy he had been referred to as Gus for at least 5 months. At that point the medical people left and we talked about whether we name the new baby Angus George or Padrig George. Angus meant ‘unique strength’ and the student doctor had commented on how strong the baby was with his grip so it just all made sense to name him Angus George . George is the name of Mick’s uncle who died while he was young and I always thought that it would be important to give this name to a strong son. I hope that Gus will live well for his name sake.
Sunday, September 28, 2008
I am always on the computer.
I am little bit overweight
I think that I should get in better shape
I know Christmas is in 12 1/2 weeks
I want a good idea for Ewan's christmas present
I have excema on the back of my neck
I wish my children didn't have excema as well
I miss Brenton and Kent
I fear that I will die before all my children are grown up
I feel a bit sick today
I hear my two boys playing very nicely together
I smell freshly cooked chocolate chip biscuits
I regret dating one or two individuals
I love food
I care about the kids I work with
I always put my makeup on in the car
I believe in God the Eternal Father and in his Son Jesus Christ and in the Holy Ghost
I dance in the car
I sing children's primary songs
I'm a bit cross with Mick
I write notes for everything
I win children's computer games
I lose my temper when I'm tired
I never worry about the dishes
I listen to BBC radio while I'm going to sleep
I'm scared of damaging my kids beyond repair
I read to my children every night
I'm happy about living in a country that has government healthcare and welfare
Look out you might be "IT" next.
Thursday, September 25, 2008
Gus says "Mum, our family is good. And Mum?"
"Me are good. The monsters are in the house and just one got me. And one didn't get you."
"Really who did it get"
"Singie. He was this much my age. He was your age that is my friend."
"What's his name again?"
"No don't call me, silly you. And Mum?"
"The biggest means he's my age and he's Singie. He's my brother and he hugs me, they are monsters and they are monsters Singie got me and my brother and they ares monsters in my house."
"Any thing else?"
"Nooo, there's no monsters there's no monsters in our house. There no such thing as monsters there's no monster but there some in the play room on tuesday. Mum look at those things mum what are they called?"
(I'm busy typing everything verbatim so I don't look.)
"I don't know."
"If there are monsters we will have to get out of the house and on to the roof and aren't able to see us. We will need a ladder to get up on to the roof."
"Okay Gus time for bed."
"Mum can you come with me to Zac's bed? Cos I will be scared. Just right now."
Saturday, September 20, 2008
I cart the washing basket around the house and I walk past a mirror. I glance in and see myself not as I do everyday but as though I were someone else. I then pose the question "How did you get here?"
How did I become a mother of three? When did I choose to be married to 'him'?
I have always known that I would bear many children and I knew on our first date that I would be sealed to Mick. But I had no idea that it would be like this. My life is no sitcom, no drama series, no soap opera. I don't get to call "cut" or take a break. I don't have nannies or chefs or personal trainers. I see myself as though I am looking at someone else and I think "You are the grown up. You get to tell people what to do."
"Go to bed. Eat your dinner. Say sorry."
Every now and then I mix it up, I let them have ice cream before dinner or I say they can stay up with me. I'm constantly training and rewarding all the while looking forward to the next time I'm not "on". I have to be responsible. I'm the one who remembers the sun screen. I make sure the packed lunch and nappy bag gets made when we go out for the day.
I have three children, maybe I'll have more, but even if I don't I'm still the boss.
I then realise, I've become my Mum and that's okay.
Thursday, September 18, 2008
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
* Make a peanut butter sandwich and cut the crust off.
* Go to the toilet.
* Have a shower.
* Put my jeans on.
* Fold clean clothes.
* Clean the bathroom.
* Tidy up the lounge.
* Put tooth paste on everyone's tooth brush and brush their teeth.
* Make a cake.
Friday, September 12, 2008
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
So I Googled my name and I only found my facebook page. Maybe I should change from being in an open relationship to a marriage relationship with my husband. And I've thought about my blog...
I think I'll keep my job today especially if I mention I think my new boss is pretty awesome (honestly).
Monday, September 8, 2008
- Show less cleavage when working with 14 year old boys.
- Stand your ground when teenage boys are testing your resolve.
- Drink plenty of water on days when you have to do yard duty in the sun.
- Don't get sulky when a relief teacher tells you she knows what she's doing when you offer some friendly advice. She'll learn soon enough she really needs your help.
- Don't bend down to say hello to a kid with autism who likes to spit in your face.
- Don't assume that a child with autism is smelling the hair that you washed that morning. He is more likely to be wiping spit from his face or sniffing it up his nose.
- Be more grateful when someone else says they will do your duty.
- Be more active during morning health hustle. In this job you need to be fit.
- Wear a t shirt under your jumper on cool Spring days as you are bound to get too warm by the end of lunch.
- Don't scold a boy with autism unless you can handle the fact that he will spend the rest of the day coming to you to discuss his most recent poor choice.
- Don't injure a lover of Thomas the Tank Engine who also has autism as he will fall on the floor shouting, "Nobody was hurt, but Thomas and friends were badly bent."
- Don't waste your breath telling a teenager with Down Syndrome how to do something as they will patronizingly explain to you "I know Dee," and continue doing it perfectly wrong.
- Don't try to force anyone you work with to do anything as they are likely to hit you/themselves/others, run down the street, fall on the floor, break a window or throw bark chips at you. Just ask them nicely then do it yourself.
Saturday, August 30, 2008
He'll then find his friend and say to him, "Yay! Oukie you can come."
"He just slap-da-me."
"Did you get cross with him?"
"No, I didn't do anything they slap-da-me!"
Thursday, August 28, 2008
Sunday, August 17, 2008
Ten days ago my sleeping problems returned with a vengence. The Olympic Games began auspiciously. I took the kids up to Kristies house, where we watched the opening ceremony and ate Chinese food together. At 11pm when all the dancing was done and athletes were entering the stadium I thought it was time to make the 45 minute drive home with my sleeping babies. About 25 mins into the trip I knew we would not make it home safely I tried to get there in one continuous run. I would blink my eyes and they had become sluggish and disgruntled. They did not want to stay open. My only option was to pull over and join my children in the land of nod. I turned off the main road and parked between a church and a school. I double checked the locks on the doors, reclined my chair and slept for 40mins. I awoke when Poppy stirred as she would soon need a feed and I had no bottle to give her I started the car once more and drove home safely. Since that night I have been home to watch all of my evening Olympic events so that I can sleep within the peacful confines of my own bed when I get too tired.
Monday, July 28, 2008
Now wii have to get a bigger TV!
Thursday, July 24, 2008
Sunday, July 20, 2008
Friday, July 18, 2008
Four years later the only thing I cook from scratch without using a recipe is pancakes. Put some self raising flour in a bowl with some sugar. Add one or two eggs, depending on how much flour you put in. You can put some vanilla essence in if you want. Then pour in milk until it is just right. Pour the batter into the hot pan. Sometimes I add a couple of grated, peeled granny smith apples and cinnamon. Sometimes I add drinking chocolate or milo to the flour. Sometimes we just have plain with lemon and sugar on top. And sometimes I make these for dinner. To cook them it is best to heat vegetable oil in a pan so you can shallow fry the pancakes and this gives then a lovely crisp edge. But it is also okay to cook them in a non stick pan for the fat conscious family members.
But I digress. For the first four years of our marriage I made many awesome home cooked meals that were enough to feed many more people than ate at our table each night. I would come home from work excited about what I had planned for dinner that night. I shoulder part of the responsibility for Mick's weight gain in the early years of our marriage as I indulged him with my enjoyment in the ktchen.
When I was dating him his idea of a balanced meal was two minute noodles with frozen vegetable. Then we came together and I cooked stuffed capsicum and chilli chicken with marinade I had made from scratch. I made muffins with apples I had stewed and decorated cakes with chocolate swirls I had made the day before. I enjoyed cooking. I think I still do. I just don't make time anymore nor do I have enough brain power to plan a meal more than an hour in advance. So now I make beef strog from a jar, just add beef, mushrooms and sour cream. I make cakes with Betty Croker. And when I say, "Boys lets cook today," we make jelly.