Henry All Day

We've got chickens

2009-12-31T09:39:00.005+10:00

First of all Happy New Year to everyone. I hope you've all made your resolutions for 2010 and are all set to break them too. No point making them if you can't break them occasionally.

It's also our wedding anniversary today but as usual, we'll be celebrating it at home. Going out on NYE doesn't really appeal to me because there are always too many people around which takes the excitement out of it for me. Dodging hot sweaty bodies is not my idea of fun.

We finally got around to taking some photos of the chicken coop lovingly built for me for Christmas by Ben and the hens we managed to track down finally. It seems that the local supply of chickens had miraculously dried up over Christmas. We had to drive a bit of a distance to get these beautiful girls but they've proven worthy of it. They've eaten almost every snail in the garden and already given us an egg each day. I'm about to try them out for breakfast!

It's rained here everyday for almost two weeks now. This has been very welcome because of the drought conditions but now I'm a little tired of it. The backyard is muddy and the clothes dryer has been working overtime. The grass and plants however have loved every minute of it.

It will probably all stop when I return to work next week - of course the sun couldn't show it's head while I was on holiday could it?

Best Feast Ever!

2009-12-23T12:08:00.004+10:00

Each year at Christmas my mother spends at least one whole week cooking. She lays on a three course meal several nights in a row for her friends and family. Last night it was our turn. She is a perfectionist - nothing is left to chance - not even the table decorations. We were served a lemon, feta and ricotta tart for starters, roast pork, turkey, vegetables and a delicious polenta cake wrapped in proscuitto for mains. This was all followed by a wonderful home made Christmas pudding. We all come home so stuffed full of great food that we sleep like angels. And last night, despite us agreeing to not buy any presents for each other this year, we all scored something small but meaningful.

Today I will begin preparations for our own Christmas lunch. It won't be anywhere near as extravagant as my mother's meal but it will be lovely all the same.

I'll be home for Christmas

2009-12-21T16:15:00.003+10:00

I know I promised to update this thing more often and if updating it once every three months is more often then so be it. The thing is, life is hectic, busy and full of stuff. Henry, at five years old is much more demanding than he was at even 6 months. As well as being bored ALL the time, he never shuts up. For every second that he's awake he utters a word. Every second! He barely stops for breath and the minute I sit down to do something at the computer, he's suddenty in need of everything he didn't need two seconds before. I know I'm not alone here and that every parent the world over is, has or will be suffering in the same way.

What have we done to the house since we moved here in Sept - not much. I've not even managed to completely remove all the wallpaper glue from the walls in preparation for painting. Ben has built a chicken coop however and it's grand and ready to house some chickens, problem is, the house repayments have left us wondering where we'll get the money to buy the chickens. Plus, it's Christmas time and it seems all chickens stop breeding around this time because no one has any.

It's rained an awful lot in the past few days which is nice but we've not caught any of that water in our tank because we lacked a diverter until yesterday. Ben and his friend installed one but it's not really done the job it was supposed to do. I did however manage to catch three bucketfuls of water and pour those into the tank so that's a small start.

Christmas will be here in a few short days and we're looking forward to being able to celebrate in our own home. It will be quiet and we're planning on a ham and seafood lunch. The rest of my large clan have all gone off to join the families of their partners this year so it's just us. Ben is as excited about that as he would be if he received an extension ladder for Christmas but Maya and I are all "how boring" - it means the quiet will probably kill some christmas spirit in us because despite the chaos that 23 extra people bring it's preferable to us. We love it when everyone is talking at once, the spilled champagne all over the unwrapped presents, The Pogues singing Fairy Tale in New York at 6AM, the mountain of discarded wrapping, the water fight after lunch and the evening wind down after everyone has drunk their fill of holiday cheer.

What would be more preferable still would be to have all of our American crew come join us for an Aussie summer Christmas or for us to join them for a white one. That would make this Christmas perfect. Still, watching the kids unwrap their stash will be joy enough as will watching Ben's face contort in disgust when I put on Randy Travis' Christmas album as I open the first bottle of champers on Christmas morning.

Merry Christmas everyone. Whatever it is you're doing I hope it brings joy and happiness to you and yours.

oooh looky here.

2009-11-06T12:18:00.003+10:00

I know, I know, it's been an age since I last updated this blog. I didn't think anyone really missed it until I recently received a few emails asking me what the address of it was so they could check out our latest happenings. It seems maybe someone cares after all.

There's been a lot going on but all of that can be compacted into one sentence; we spent a lot of time trying to buy a house and then finally bought one.

It's amazing how much time that process can take up really. Just prior to us buying a house we had a wonderful visit from Grandma Mary who flew all the way over from the US to help us celebrate Henry's 5th birthday. While she was here we spent a week at the Bunya Mountains, relaxing and communing with nature. The very weekend after we waved her off we put an offer on a house, it was accepted and then life became a little stressful.

We're relatively settled in now. We have most of our funiture stored in the large "man shed" in the back yard and we're trying to complete odd jobs around here (see Henry mowing grass above) as we find time. It's kind of never ending and no job ever feels complete but I'm guessing life is going to be like that for some time so I just need to relax about it a little.

Henry starts school next year and yesterday we picked up his uniforms. He is very, very proud of the way he looks (see photo above) and can't wait until Christmas is over and done with so he can start making plans to play with all that wonderful stuff in the classroom.

I plan to write here more often now that I've rediscovered it. Later I'll provide a much more informative post but for now, I have to go set up a machine gun on the lounge so Henry and his friends can blow away the plastic army men lying all over it.

Transform and Roll Out

2009-06-16T20:46:00.002+10:00

Target had these on sale the other day and I tried to get one in a covert operation to hide away for Henry's upcoming fifth birthday. Since he was with me there was very little luck in the way of keeping it hidden. He saw it of course and it hasn't left his body since. Transformers are his latest obsession.

This child is hilarious and I only wish I'd had more time lately to record more of his antics but I've had some lovely feedback in the last couple of days. One from a mother of one of his kindy friends. I wasn't expecting anything positive when she started the covnersation by telling me she had something she'd been meaning to say to me for some time. I was pleasantly surprised though when she told me Henry was just so lovely, even when he's cheeky. She said she just loves him and has a real soft spot for him because he is so charismatic. Today one of his kindy teachers told me how delightful he was and how bright he was and how she could listen to his stories all day. That warms a mother's cockle shells.

Just tonight in the shower he was talking about eggs and Maya learning to drive. He told me that she had to learn to drive just like I did when I was a kid. He then told me that Maya was just a small kid when he was just an egg (this followed from a conversation he and I had the other day about how old he was when Maya was 4). His words:

Yeah you just laid me in the yard like an egg outside your body like a chicken does, or did you just get me out of your bottom?

I had to tell him that it was a bit of both but that he hadn't been dropped in the backyard like a chicken egg. He then asked me if I'd left any chocolate eggs from my bottom for the Easter bunny!

conversation between Kindy teacher and my son

2009-05-18T19:37:00.000+10:00

Teacher: Henry, I'd like you to sit over there and think about what you've done

Henry: No, I can't. I'm not a thinker, I'm just a kid.

Cooking

2009-03-30T13:11:00.002+10:00

While searching some second hand shops the other day for a key for our old wardrobe (Henry lost the last one) we came across this fabulous cookbook for kids. Henry spent hours studying it before announcing which he'd like to try to make. We've tried the rainbow slushy and the green turtle, neither of which he ate but he had fun standing beside me telling me how to do it.

The Snake Saga Continues

2009-03-30T13:02:00.003+10:00

Henry and I just spent the weekend with my sister and her family in Toowoomba. When we arrived my sister came running out to tell me she had a "surprise" for me. By the way she and the kids were behaving I was expecting to see that their kitchen had been beautifully renovated or that they had set out a lunch of delicious deli-meats and pickle vegetables but no, it was another snake. A beautiful snake but one my sister was beside herself about.

This snake was very safely tucked in an old football boot which was safely tucked inside a clear plastic container with the lid firmly taped shut. It turns out my brother in law was working in his shed with the thing just inches from his face. Once he saw it he jumped in alarm causing the snake to fall down from the rafter and onto the table in front of him. It then slithered its way into the footy boot making it easy for my brother in law to scoop it up and place it somewhere safe. It's a carpet snake whose job it is to help keep down the mice and rat population but my sister won't hear of it. I tried to convince her to let it loose again in the shed to do its job but she said if she knew it was in there she would never set foot in there again. He's harmless as far as snakes go and he was very dopey and docile. My brother in law called his cousin who is a Steve Irwin wanna be and he just picked it straight up out of the box and was instantly in love. He believed it may have been someone's pet because he seemed used to being handled and was healthy and looked very well fed. He took it with him to let it loose in the bush where it will hopefully enjoy a long and healthy life right where it should be.

Spiderman

2009-03-30T12:53:00.003+10:00

Henry's latest obsession is Spiderman. He has spent many hours studying just how Spiderman positions his fingers while using his webshooter and if he shows you how and you don't get it right he gets very upset. He's wanted a Spiderman costume for some time and so last week we scoured ebay. We put in a bid on the one he's standing in for $4.50 and then promptly ignored it. No one else bid and so it was ours. He sat beside me while I went through the process of paying for it and alerting the seller to the fact that I had paid for it. He was looking around the computer everywhere and I finally asked him what he was doing - "waiting for my costume to come. Which part will it come out of?"

I had to explain to him that the postman actually delivered it so he ran immediately down to the letter box and came up crying because it wasn't there. An agonising week went by before it got here and he has had it on almost 24 hours a day since. Now he insists on getting Spiderman gloves and shoes just so he can look like the Spiderman in the picture on the packaging. Don't know where I'm going to get those.

New kid on the block comes back

2009-03-14T20:23:00.003+10:00

So today, while driving the car out of the garage I spotted him again, lying smack bang in the middle of the road in the sun warming himself up in order to more easily digest whatever that is he ate. We're thinking it's probably a possum.

New kid on the block

2009-03-14T20:11:00.005+10:00

We have a variety of wildlife in this neighbourhood, including some lovely carpet pythons. Just the other morning Ben woke to the chorus of some butcher birds singing a warning sign from the tree just outside our bedroom window. When he went to investigate he found this beautiful python all curled up in what appeared to be a birds nest. He remained there quite happily for most of the morning. I went out later and he was still there when I left but when I returned home he had gone. We hadnt' seen him again until today...

Making chocolate brownies

2009-03-13T13:02:00.001+10:00

New Family Members

2009-03-01T09:15:00.004+10:00

Henry and Maya are now the proud new parents of two yellow budgies - Tropical and Dud. Henry's wanted a pet for quite some time and we've put off the idea for several reasons - money, time and lack of space. A pet bird seemed like a good compromise. We have no room, time or money for a dog and the cat...well they cost money too. We figured that a bird would do for now.

We wanted to get an Indian Ringneck because they tend to respond well to human interaction and Henry could train it to sit on his shoulder and teach it to speak a little. It turns out however that it's best to get them in about September, when they're still young and can bond better with their owners.

A friend of ours supplied the cage and a couple of hours later we had the birds, sourced from the local paper. All the way home Henry and Maya argued over names and which bird belonged to who. Henry of course wanted whichever one Maya wanted. As I suspected though the novelty wore off pretty quickly for Maya. She dumped it and ran because people were calling her on Myspace. She'd been gone for at least a half an hour from the computer while we collected her new pet.

So Henry has decided their names, despite Maya's protests, are going to be Tropical Bird and Dud Bird. He loves them but wants them on his shoulder like RIGHT NOW!

Just so I know it's all ok.

2009-02-23T17:46:00.003+10:00

Every parent dreads hearing the words "Is that your child?" It makes us want to immediately cringe and defensively respond with "yeah, what's it to you?" There's a fear that they're about to tell you that your child did something to theirs or that they said something terribly hurtful. I've heard that phrase twice in three days but both times it was followed by praise. The first time was during our short break at the Gold Coast this past weekend. Henry had been playing on the playground equipment with Charlotte and McKenzie while another lovely volunteer parent supervised for Carla and I who were busy cooking dinner on the communal barbeque. When I came to collect the kids she asked me if Henry was mine. I told her he was, not sure what to expect. She then followed this up with a whole bunch of praise for his "kindness and helpfulness". I wondered if she was sure we were talking about the same kid. She pointed to him as reassurance. I wandered away feeling proud as punch, knowing that my young boy could indeed be helpful and kind, even when it wasn't expected of him.

It happened again today when I picked him up from after kindy care. The director of the kindy, who is hands on with the "downstairs room" more so than his room, was assisting the after care co-ordinator. When I arrived she asked me if Henry was mine. Again I was a little apprehensive, waiting to hear about what he might have done but all that came out of her mouth were words of adoration for what a wonderful, smart and kind boy he was.

Today, although I am tired because of the 3.30AM start he caused, I am feeling proud as punch of my youngest. Like my daughter, people have nothing but nice things to say about him. I feel like I must be doing something right despite my constant misgivings.

Wisdom

2009-02-18T19:31:00.003+10:00

Just tonight I was talking to an old friend on the phone. I was complaining about how tired and old I was feeling. She said to me "yes but with age comes wisdom. Just today I was looking at a photo of you when you were 17. You were on the beach in a bikini and you were beautiful but you weren't wise. Now you are beautiful and wise".

I love her and now I feel remarkably less tired but not less tired enough to want to tackle the pile of washing, rubbish and dirty dishes.

I am bone tired

2009-02-18T18:01:00.002+10:00

You know the kind of tired that sinks into your bones and gets you to the point where you feel you can't quite move because your body just wants to sleep or at least stop dead still for maybe an hour or two.

I feel like I have no right to complain because there is always someone else who will be more tired, more worried, with many more things to be concerned about than me but just for this once I'm going to do it because it's going to make me feel better for maybe a minute or two and that will be enough to get me to drag my butt out to the kitchen to cook dinner.

I've been on the go, literally, for two weeks now. My trip to Cairns was not in the least relaxing despite the fact that I had a hotel room and a remote control all to myself. I put in very long days and clocked up over 1000 klms of driving. I got home and packed the car to head to Maryborough to celebrate my nephew's 18th birthday and then drove home again the next day. Then it was straight back to work Monday morning and the work I put in up north now has added to my workload back here. I only have three days per week but those three days are jammed pack.

Tomorrow I'm heading away for a few days with Carla. I'm so looking forward to it and I'm hoping the children will all behave themselves enough to give both Carla and I a break. If not I will book myself into a respite centre for a month to recover.

It's sites like these...

2009-02-14T09:24:00.000+10:00

That bring home the grim reality of how many are dead and missing as a result of the bushfires.

The land of differences

2009-02-13T14:10:00.005+10:00

Australia is certainly a land of extremes. While I was making preparations on Saturday to head to flooded North Queensland, a fire in Victoria was raging and taking lives and homes with it as it moved through bushland. So far the tally of the dead is 181 and expected to rise even further. It's estimated that over 1000 homes have been lost and more than 7000 people have been displaced.

The tropical Cairns district is so lush, wet and humid it's hard to imagine a fire up there would ever get a chance to take hold. Victoria had been suffering a drought for the past twelve years and the week leading up to the fires the temperatures had been up around 48 degrees (118F). It was dry and one small spark would have been all that was needed to create a bushfire. At least one person has been charged with arson but with those conditions all that would have been needed was a piece of discarded glass to light up a nearby dry leaf to create the same effect.

One great thing about Australians is their generosity in times of trouble. Even those in flooded Ingham have donated generously to the bushfire appeal. North Queenslanders in particular are known for their easy going nature. The supermarket shelves were, without exaggeration, bare because trucks carrying supplies had not been able to make it through due to the flood waters. Nearly everyone I spoke to up there had a "she'll be right mate" attitude. They're used to the monsoonal rains that cause things to rot and roads to flood. Their concerns were for the people of Victoria who had lost loved ones, homes and livlihoods.

We live a long distance from both these areas of natural disaster and right now I'm forever grateful that I was able to return home to my family whose only concerns have been to try to get themselves organised enough each day to get to work and school.

Tip of the day

2009-02-06T19:02:00.002+10:00

If you get a bill for $32.80 and you pay it over the net using your credit card make sure the amount you pay is only $32.80 and not $3280.00. This is what I did when paying a phone bill just the other day. I didn't realise this until I checked my bank balance and almost died from the shock. I thought someone, somehow had hacked into my account and used my credit card to buy themselves something rather large.

It wasn't until I looked at all recent transactions that I realised my mistake. I made a frantic call to the phone company to try to correct the mistake. They told me they could reverse the transaction but it would take 8 to 10 days. This is unfortunate because now we have no cash and I have to go away on Sunday. I've had to ask my mother for a loan to tide us over until the transaction is indeed reversed. This totally sucks and I hope the phone company lives up to their promise and doesn't decide that I just have to keep that money in credit. Once I paid $100 more on my electricity account and asked for a refund but they told me they couldn't do that and it would just have to be used as credit on my next bill. If they decide to do that I will cry myself to sleep for the rest of my life.

40 days and 40 nights

2009-02-04T18:08:00.002+10:00

I'm due to go here on Sunday but obviously I'll have to rethink that if the rain continues. I can't possibly go somewhere that might have a problem with it's beer supply getting through. I will be working but what's the point of going there even for work if the opportunity to lie on a bed with the remote all to myself is going to be hampered by a lack of liquor supplies.

Henry is most distraught that he can't go with me and while I will welcome the few hours each evening I'll get to myself I know that I'll be more than eager to return to the chaos of home when my four days away is up.

We thought about taking the family with me for a mini holiday but at this time of year Cairns has an average daily temperature of 39 degrees celcius, the humidity is high and it rains on average in February for 19.1 days of the year. On top of that there is no swimming in the ocean because of the stinger infestations. It wouldn't much be worth it if all the family could do is stay holed up in an air conditioned room. Tourist season up there is during the winter months when the temperature usually sits at around 25 degrees celcius, humidity is low and swimming is allowed so perhaps next time they can accompany me.

Flat Turkey Chicken

2009-01-31T20:39:00.006+10:00

The other day Henry asked me if we had any "Flat Turkey Chicken". I wasn't sure what he meant and so questioned him until I realised he was in fact talking about shaved turkey breast.

"You know, the kind of turkey chicken that's flat"

At this point it could have been either but since we'd recently had shaved turkey several times which he devoured like a kid who'd only ever been fed lentils I deduced that this is indeed what he meant.

I told him I'd add it to my shopping list so I did. "Flat turkey chicken" went right on there right below "toilet paper".

Today while we were shopping for groceries I looked at my list to make sure I had everything on it and saw "flat turkey chicken". I stifled a chuckle and headed right for the deli. When my number came up I almost asked for said turkey chicken.

From now I'll tell him that pork, fish and any other white meat is just plain old "flat turkey chicken" and see if he eats it.

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2009-01-31T18:55:00.001+10:00

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Fighting the evil aliens

2009-01-30T12:18:00.003+10:00

I'm afraid my son watches far too much TV. Right now he's a bit hooked on Ben 10 and Transformers neither of which are particularly bad in small doses. Henry has consumed so much of them though that he spends much of his day "transforming" (lying flat on his stomach on the floor, making machinery type noises and then jumping up ready to fight the enemy)or turning into a Ben 10 Alien all set to fight evil forces everywhere.

This behaviour is kind of cute and by no means is his evil fighting attitude terribly aggressive, it's just that I would like him to widen his interests a little so today I took him off to the library. All was well in the reading world until he discovered the rack of DVDs which housed a Ben 10 movie which could be borrowed free of charge. He jumped up and said "right, I've read enough books and got this so let's go". I quickly dived back into the stack of books to find something amusing enough to hold his attention without success. He had his Ben 10 movie and he wasn't budging on his decision to go home and watch it. "Besides", he reasoned, "there's just too many screaming kids in here". I quickly grabbed a handful of other, non Ben 10 DVDs from the shelf and we made our way to the checkout. Henry grabbed Ben 10 as soon as it came off the scanner and hugged it to his chest. We left and he was only briefly distracted by the playground outside the library. Even there he said "mum, it's too noisy here, let's go home".

So here we are, home again and Ben 10 Alien Force has been immediately placed in the DVD player with Henry almost glued to it, his face contorting appropriately to the fine display of heroism shown by Ben 10.

How lucky am I?

2009-01-28T17:14:00.002+10:00

Only 30 degrees (86F) here today in the Sunshine State but 45.6c (114.08F) in Adelaide, South Australia.

I wonder how many elderly people, who lock themselves in their homes because they're frightened to let the outside in, babies and obese people suffered today. I'm sure the numbers are high. Even those who are in peak physical health would have been suffering in that.

The humidity here has been exceptionally high for weeks but we've not once reached 40 degrees. All I can say right now is thank God I'm here and not there.

New beginnings

2009-01-27T19:32:00.002+10:00

Henry had day one of his new pre-school today but instead of pre-school they now call it pre-prep. I never understand why they have to continually change things. I think that's why half the population suffers from anxiety. Just when you think you've got a handle on something they go and change it.

Either way I think we can safely say pre-prep was a hit although I had my doubts about it after our conversation this morning. I greeted him warmly as I always do when he woke. He jumped with a start and said "I need to get up but I can't go to my new pre-school today because they won't let me have yoghurt there. Oh well, I'll have to go back to my old daycare".

It's true, they don't allow yoghurt because apparently it's too hard for the kids to clean up if they spill it. At this pre-school the kids are encouraged to do most things themselves, including cleaning up after lunch and washing their own dishes. This is fine by me but the poor boy loves his yoghurt.

He is only there until 2.30PM so there is no time for afternoon tea but the time between start of the day and finish is jam packed with all sorts of exciting things, including growing their own edible garden.

Ben and I walked him to the door, signed him in and took him down to the playground. It was there that he immediately shrugged us off. As I bent down to kiss him goodbye he whispered "don't kiss me, everyone will see". He'd also told me that morning not to put powder on him when he got out of the shower because all the kids would see it. I guess boys really are more concerned about keeping up appearances than girls because I never remember Maya telling me such things.

When Ben went to pick him up at 2.30PM he wasn't going to leave readily. There were too many things to show him. He brought home a painting with three different coloured brush strokes on it and when I asked him about other things he'd done he said "oh I just don't remember". Apparently he couldn't remember his teachers names either but he did remember that he made friends with a boy named Oscar.

Happy Australia Day

2009-01-26T15:22:00.002+10:00

And what does one usually do to celebrate this day? Well most people are attending back yard BBQ's, eating lamb or prawns or going to the beach to fill their bathers with sand (it's a tradition). Some are even stealing every Australian flag that has been hung from all official buildings across the country.

What did I do to celebrate Australia Day? I spent it in the emergency department of the local hospital hooked up to IV anti-biotics. Hopefully I'm on the road to recovery now but time will tell. I thought I would have been better by now but the high temps hadn't subsided, nor had the aches and pains. I made a quick call to my doctor friend and she suggested I go to the ED and get IV anti-biotics and a full blood work up so that's what I did.

Now I'm home and I've got a lot to do before the week starts and Henry starts his new pre-school tomorrow and I HAVE to go to work as I have so much to do before the first week of Feb when I have to spend a week up in the far north for work.

Ho hum. Life is never dull but sometimes I wish that the ABC TV would display it's coloured out-of-broadcast image along with some background chamber music for an entire 48 hours. Then I would know that it was ok to just shrug off the expectations.

Because apparently I'm a bit stupid...

2009-01-25T17:09:00.003+10:00

Just a word of advice that I'm sure none of you need because you'd all be smart enough to go to the docs and get treated for an infection rather than wait until it started to take over your whole body and send you into a shaking, quivering mess, and have you swearing black and blue that the 35 degree temperature outside has suddenly dropped to 0.

I am prone to infections in a certain part of my body. I refrain from mentioning it here because most people don't like to hear about it. I've known I had one for weeks but always, or so I thought, was too busy to get to the docs. It seems my body had had enough of trying to fight it on it's own and started to let me know that it was time to get something done about it. Yesterday, while someone quite important to our future was here, I began to feel the onset of what I thought was the flu. The tingling in the spine, goosebumps, headache. Within half an hour I was a shivering, shaking mess and had to take myself to the bed to get under the doona covers. I could have sworn a sudden cold front had moved through and that it was the icy weather that was making me shiver. Everyone else in the house was dripping with sweat however and were as red faced as they would have been if they'd been eating chillies. It was this, coupled with the pain that made me hide in my room under the bed and call the doctor and tell them that I thought I was dying. Of course they didn't react as though I was dying - just said they'd send the doc around and he/she would be here within 3 hours.

By the time the doc arrived I had taken some pain killers and the shivering had subsided but my temperature was still high. She took a urine sample and confirmed the worst and then tut tutted a bit about how I should have had it seen to when the symptoms first came on.

I guess I've learned my lesson - things can kill me and I should get them checked out. If only someone will lend me some more time.

What????

2009-01-21T19:17:00.003+10:00

I'm sorry for the distinct lack of posts lately but I've got to tell you that life is just too darn busy. What with the learning and remembering the one million passwords and pin codes that I need to access such things such as banks, online databases, office doors etc. Not to mention remembering the dates my children need to return to school, swimming lessons, guitar lessons, the meetings I need to attend, keeping food in the house, paying the bill to keep the power on, washing dirty underwear, making sure my ears are clean, that we're all getting enough vitamins, exercise and sleep. On top of all that I need to remember to breathe so that I stay alive long enough to get the aforementioned things done.

Aside from all those things there's nothing interesting to report...well unless you count the fact that Henry wouldn't eat his home made hamburger because I put the cheese on the wrong side of the bread or that I dared to even use BREAD and not a hamburger roll.

Now I'm going to drown myself in the shower and hope that when I come up for air that I've forgotten everything.

Christmas 2008 Part 2

2009-01-10T06:19:00.012+10:00

View from out tent Christmas morning.

Just to take a step back...this is the pool at the family home of the friends we visited the Tuesday before Christmas. This property is spectacular. This pool is built overhanging a steep ridge which drops right down into the rainforest below. There are about 100 steps wrapping around the giant boulders leading down to this pool. The view from the house was breathtaking.

These children were so patient waiting, waiting, waiting until someone gave the go ahead to tear into those presents. They were like patient puppies ready to dive into their bowl of biscuits.

So now that I have that out of the way, Christmas Day was hot, not unbearabe but plenty hot enough for the massive water pistols to have been put to good use. The temporary inflatable pool also got quite a work out and all of this before lunch which was not served until approximately 4PM. Because there were so many of us (23) we kept it pretty simple - turkey, chicken, ham and salads. My sister's new oven was christened with Ben in charge and they both did a fine job. Later the guitars were pulled out, the drinking continued and the voices got louder. I guess it's fortunate my sister lives on several acres of land and the neighbours are far enough away not to have heard how bad we all were.

Boxing Day we all piled into several cars and headed to the beach. The weather was perfect for it and the waves were just big enough to enjoy. Henry is not at all scared of the surf and would happily stay in there all day. The bigger the waves the more he loves it. That's a little scary for me as I know what the surf is capable of having been badly dumped quite a few times in my life. All Australians like to think they need to teach their children to have a healthy respect for the ocean and I'm hoping Henry develops his sooner rather than later. I did not take my camera that day so have no photos of him screaming with delight or building enormous sand castles and digging holes to wait until they fill with water so he could lie in them.

The following day my brother in law took advantage of the manpower around the place and finally got his wood fired pizza oven built. In his usual form he had collected some bricks free of charge from the worksite of the old hospital in town. He also had some type of giant concrete tank that was a remnant from the school his children attend. The only thing he had to purchase was the mortar.

The old bricks had to be cleaned of old concrete before they could be used and this job took many beers to do. In fact the building of the entire oven was probably about three cartons worth. I think it was the consumption of so much beer though that contributed to the few design faults that saw the smoke escaping from places it shouldn't once it was lit. Still, it cooked a damn fine pizza just like it was.

What leak?

See, it works just fine.

After all that fun it was time for most of the family members, including Ben, to head home in preparation for their return to work or to enjoy the rest of their vacation elsewhere. Henry, Maya and I stayed for a few more days and visited the beach a few more times and caught up with old friends we hadn't seen in a while.New Years Eve was completely uneventful for me. It was incredibly hot that day, the hottest and the last day of the year. The temperature rose to almost 40 degrees (over 100f). We tried to stay cool in the air conditioning of the local shopping centre but everyone else had the same idea and it was still hot in there but considerably cooler though than outside. That night we went to celebrate with pizza and a swim at a friend's house but the pool was like a warm bath. I promptly fell asleep while watching a movie with Henry and was back home in bed by 11PM.

It was hard to return home after being in vacation mode for almost two weeks but I returned home to a much changed work enviroment (for the better) and Henry was keen to get back to his friends at daycare. Maya is making the most of her holidays and has spent perhaps all of about one hour per day at home so I've seen very little of her. When the school year resumes at the end of January life will get hectic and stressul as Henry starts at his new kindergarten and Maya starts her last year of highschool. Stupidly I've opted to be on the committee at the new kindy and I'm pretty sure they're going to make the most of that.

On the Move

2009-01-09T15:48:00.003+10:00

I'm still working on the Christmas post but in the meantime...I think the people who own the house next door plan to start major renovations this year. I'm not sure I'm ready for that. It's stood empty for almost five years now and soon they'll be here to destroy our peace and quiet. They look as though they have money to burn and I imagine the renos will take forever and the house will be enormous and they'll then move in and all privacy we had will be lost forever. They'll hear me yelling at the children (they don't appear to have any) and they'll start to complain about things and then they'll start to snub us in the drive way...and then I'll start to get a complex about something...Bring back the old neighbours I say.

2008 Christmas of Excess. Part 1

2009-01-06T05:29:00.009+10:00

My almost 18 year old nephew had some great idea that he'd make a helmet out of a watermelon, mix it up with some long socks and bad shorts and parade around like that all day.

christmas morning in the tent

The heavily laden tree

Dog city

I must say it is nice to be home and by that all I mean is it's nice to be able to sleep in my own bed. I could quite easily still be relaxing out in the wide open spaces.

Christmas 2008 was such a busy time. We headed north on the Monday before Christmas to sent up camp in my sister's gargantuan backyard. We wanted to get settled so we could head slightly south again on Tuesday to meet with some old friends I hadn't seen in years. That was a surprise meeting and it was an absolutely wonderful day. My friend and her husband recently had twin girls after 15 years of trying. They were well worth the wait and quite possibly have the calmest parents around. My friends, who I hadn't seen in years, were visiting her parents at their home for Christmas. My friend normally lives in northern NSW on an organic vegetable farm without running water or a functioning toilet or even electricity. They are doing precisely what they have always wanted to do - to live self-reliantly. They get power from the sun and a generator, they eat from their garden, they have very few modern day luxuries. They have no phone and therefore no internet although they said they were planning on buying a laptop because it's become increasingly difficult to communicate with banks etc without access to the world wide web. I have to admit in some ways I am very envious of them. Not necessarily because they are living withouth a flushing toilet, but because they've pursued their dreams and they made it happen. They are right where they've always wanted to be and they are healthly, both mentally and physically.

Christmas Eve was a whirlwind of cleaning and organising in preparation for the arrival of the masses. Henry slept contentendly that night in the tent with his santa sack beside him. When he woke in the morning he looked around almost forgetting what day it was. Half asleep he spotted his santa sack and pulled everything out while muttering occasionally until he got to the Transformer. He would have been happy if that had been all he got.

Christmas Day saw us drinking champagne at 8AM and eating ham and eggs for breakfast. We had to wait for some of the other family members to arrive before opening all the gifts under the tree...

Part 2 to come.

Welcome to 2009

2009-01-03T18:01:00.002+10:00

Happy New Year everyone! It feels like forever since I last posted and I guess it almost was. We had nearly two weeks away and I have to say it was fantastic. It was very hard to come back here to reality but I have a feeling 2009 is going to be a fantastic year. To celebrate Ben and I went out and bought a new vacuum cleaner. I know you're all thinking "so what" but let me tell you that for at least this afternoon my husband has been more attentive to housework than ever before. Just look at how happy he is to have that thing in his hands. This house has been dusted like it never has before. We could eat off the floor and the walls and even under the beds if we wanted to...that's how busy he's been with it.

I'll get busy with posting more news and photos of our very eventful and extremely busy Christmas vacation back to my home town as soon as I've had a chance to get myself sorted and things back to normal.

Merry Christmas 2008

2008-12-21T14:49:00.003+10:00

We're off tomorrow to some parts north of here to spend Christmas with my family. We're all very excited but the stress of getting there is already taking its toll. There's packing to do and no one wants to do it. Mainly because there is inevitably an argument and confusion while everyone (me) makes sure they've got what they need. We've got the tent which will be our backyard home for a few days, then comes bedding, clothing, presents etc. It's all got to fit in the car and then we've got to squash ourselves in with it. Fortunately it's only a three hour trip.

Tuesday there is a special day in store for me. We'll be backtracking just a small distance south again to meet with a friend I haven't seen in years. She's had twins during that time; babies she tried years to make. She doesn't know I'm coming and the surprise will surely get me in the festive mood.

There will be kids galore around on Christmas day and that is what makes Christmas special. The joy on their faces Christmas morning when they wake to excitedly dig through their stockings is priceless.

So to you all, Merry Christmas. We hope it's festive and merry and that santa brings you all you wish for whatever it may be.

Star Jumping

2008-12-17T17:14:00.001+10:00

New addition to the family

2008-12-16T18:58:00.002+10:00

We now have 5 guitars in our family. The latest addition being a bass guitar. Am I happy? Sort of. Bass guitars are generally noisy and I'm hoping my peace will not be destroyed. I'm thinking that my ears might just explode with the sounds of happiness that guitar is going to bring to my daughter and husband.

Thanks Owen!

2008-12-15T16:54:00.001+10:00

Dear Owen
Thank you so much for that lovely drawing you sent to me. I really like it. I hope Santa brings you some lovely presents. I hope he brings me some lovely presents too.

Merry Christmas

Love
Henry
xoxox

2008-12-14T06:04:00.003+10:00

I can't believe how well I feel this morning considering that I must have drunk the equivalent of 16 bottles of champagne yesterday while playing a few rounds of putt-putt golf. It was Ben's xmas party; the booze was free and we only had a few hours in which to play golf, drink booze and eat a lot of food so we did it all at a harried pace in the heat of the day. Luckily the champagne and beer was icy cold and we were able to quench our thirst - a lot.

Anyway the lead up to Xmas this year has been fun for Henry. He's counting down the days until Santa comes and "brings him a whole lot of presents at once". He's tired of daycare and each day asks me how many more days he needs to go before we can go on holiday. Fortunately for him he'll have two weeks off and we'll spend most of that up north, camping in my sister's vast backyard.

The toy catalogues are thoroughly read as they arrive in our mail box - a mental list is made in his head and then he asks me to transfer that mental list to note paper so Santa will know exactly what it is he wants. The list is rather long and I've had to explain to him that Santa can't possibly bring everything he asks for because he has so many other things in his sack that not everything will fit. That answer doesn't really seem to be cutting the mustard though and either Henry will wake up terribly disappointed on Christmas Day or he will be so excited he will have forgotten about all the things he asked for but didn't get.

I think he's found his calling

2008-12-05T19:29:00.001+10:00

And we ate in celebration...

2008-12-04T17:14:00.002+10:00

Happy Birthday Maya

2008-12-04T07:24:00.004+10:00

Maya is celebrating a significant milestone today. Well she would be if she was even out of bed yet. I decided not to wake her too early because when you're 16 and precious you need all the sleep you can get so as not to make life hell for your parents.

So we're totally going to be eating a whole lot of food today because that's how we celebrate in this house. We're out to breakfast first and then she's going off to do something with her friends before we head out to eat some more food tonight at this joint. It's been there for a long, long time. I know this because I used to frequent it when I was about her age but back then, in the 80's, it was totally swinging with magicians and they sometimes even served alcohol to underage drinkers - or perhaps we were already underage drunk before we got there.

So a great big fat happy birthday to my first born!

Trampling all over the sales.

2008-11-30T09:08:00.001+10:00

Two reasons to avoid the post Christmas sales...here and here.

The Gift of Nothing

2008-11-29T09:41:00.003+10:00

Yesterday afternoon Henry and I met some of our neighbourhood friends at the park. Discussions ensued about Christmas and what Santa was bringing the children, assembling Christmas trees and of course, Christmas shopping.

I told her how much I disliked it, especially when you were trying to shop for the kids with them in tow. We got around to talking about all the fake, nicely wrapped presents the shops include in their Christmas displays and how the kids insist on trying to open them. Henry has done this of course, but as far as I'm concerned if the shops put them within reach of small children they must suffer the consequences. I knew I wasn't the only one who felt this way but was secretly giving myself a high five when my friend told me she never apologised when her son opened kinder surprises or tore kids books etc which were always displayed at eye level and therefore within reach of small children at shop checkouts. She said she had been asked to pay for such items and had argued that she had no intention of buying them in the first place and if the shop was stupid enough to place them within reach of her two year old son they could cop it as "collateral damage".

I love it when someone feels the same way as me. We also talked about disciplining our children in public for such offences mostly to appease the shop owners and their patrons when really the children were doing what comes naturally.

I didn't tell her about the 1m square cell I have at home for other offences such as throwing my christmas baubles around the house because I'm pretty sure she doesn't have one herself.

Your branches are so lovely

2008-11-28T08:59:00.003+10:00

The Christmas Tree went up yesterday and while I'd like to say that it was a joyous occasion in which my children and I bonded over the hanging of the star, I can't because it would be a complete fabrication of the truth.

I made the mistake days ago of telling Henry that it was nearly time to bring out the tree. For days he did not let the idea go and asked me repeatedly if it was "Monday tree day" yet. I did a deal that I knew as I was making it, wouldn't stick. I told him we could get the tree out, assemble it and decorate it when Monday - 1 Dec came around. Everyone who has children knows that you should never mention anything until two minutes before it's about to happen because that two minutes of hell is bearable in comparison to the days or weeks of hell that ALWAYS follows an important announcement. So as you probably guessed, I caved in a whole four days before Dec 1.

The decorations came out from their storage space under my bed. The carton they were in had about 10 inches of dust on it, the removal of which had me sneezing for the rest of the day. Never mind, I thought, onward and upwards - this WILL be fun. Henry's eyes lit up as soon as the carton was opened. He could see sparkling things and the possibilities in his mind were endless. He dove in and started throwing them all around the house just to see them sparkle as they fell. I did what all good parents would do and explained to him they were for the tree only and if he didn't stop what he was doing he would be confined to a 1 x1 metre square cell for the rest of his life.

I searched for the lights because all good tree decorating guides say they should go first. I couldn't find them in the carton so I turned my bedroom upside down and then the kitchen cupboards and the bathroom cupboards and the cupboards downstairs but they had disappeared. Determined that the tree was going to be decorated I got in the car, with Henry, and drove to the local supermarket to pick up some lights because there was no way my tree was going to be left to sit in a darkened corner full of sparkly things that wouldn't sparkle because there was no light.

I grabbed a set that had the word "sparkling" all over the packaging. That was all I was looking for so they would do. We got back home and I started tearing into that packaging when I realised they were not tree lights but some icicle string things designed to be hung outside. I tried hard not to scream as I threw them on the ground and went in search, yet again of my old ones. I found them in a plastic bag under my bed and breathed a sigh of relief.

Once the lights were hung I let Henry and Maya go for it. Maya lost interest half way through because her Myspace friends were hailing her in the background and Henry was only interested in throwing things at the tree rather than hanging them so I ended up doing it myself. Once I had finished I looked around at the carnage in the loungeroom and decided I needed a cup of tea and a lie down.

Before falling asleep last night

2008-11-28T05:58:00.000+10:00

H: Mum, when I grow up I'm going to be a sister.

Me: Are you going to turn into a girl?

H: No, I'm going to be a boy sister.

Pinecone Spaghetti

2008-11-28T05:56:00.003+10:00

According to Henry this is Pinecone Spaghetti.

Self-Portait

2008-11-27T06:27:00.003+10:00

Not only is she beautiful but she's also talented! Oh and she can sing. Last night she sang to an audience in her school music class grading performances and she did a fantastic job.

Bad Bad Mother

2008-11-24T21:39:00.003+10:00

Tonight Maya had her final drama performance for the year and it was being marked by her teacher. I missed it because I stupidly had the time wrong and showed up half an hour late. I think it's going to take quite some time for her to forgive me and for me to forgive myself. I'm not sure what's wrong with me though because yesterday I completely forgot that Henry had to be at a birthday party at 2.30PM and was only reminded by my friend who rang to see if I had got lost on the way there.

Apparently Maya's performance was outstanding and her teacher has very kindly promised to give me a DVD copy of it. I'll promise to watch it over and over until I know the lines by heart myself and can recite them in my sleep. That's how much I love her.

Morning Conversations

2008-11-24T06:50:00.003+10:00

H: Mum, how come you're having a shower? Why didn't you come in and read me a story?

M: Good morning Henry. Lovely to see you. Did you get out of bed on the wrong side this morning?

H: No, I didn't. I just got out of my own bed.

M: Did you have a bad dream then?

H: No.

M: Did you have any dreams?

H: Yes.

M: Who was it about?

H: It was just about people and things were in it.

M: Like who? Was Sportacus in it?

H: Yeah

M: And Stephanie?

H: No because she's a girl and I don't have girls in my dreams.

Floodzone

2008-11-24T05:10:00.003+10:00

These photos were taken in Woolcock Park. The park's beautiful hand made ceramic sign was smashed and the two pieces of it seen in these photos were found several metres from each other.

The park is features some wonderul interactive play equipment and most of it has been damaged. All of this however did not stop the locals from enjoying it.

Maya

2008-11-23T21:55:00.002+10:00

Is a genius. She's a child prodigy just so everyone knows.
Sometimes I just like to walk around telling random strangers on the street how good she is and when they say "who the flip is Maya?" I say "you should know, she's that awesome".

You know, in retrospect maybe I should have had her checked out by a psychologist as a baby because I think she might have a severe disorder. I've been researching it and I'm fairly sure she has it. It's called Awesomeness. Some babies are just born awesome and they can never stop being awesome. Don't laugh, it's a serious condition!

Written by Michelle
(Maya might have helped a little bit)

Dude

2008-11-23T21:43:00.001+10:00

I'm totally having fun with this

Debris by Degrees

2008-11-23T19:38:00.004+10:00

Click here to see a slideshow of some photos taken this morning in a local park. These photos are just bits of an entire shed full of wholesale stock of friends of ours. Their warehouse was burst open by flood waters and its entire contents were washed away. We found quite a lot of them quite by accident this morning while walking through our local park area.

The Many Faces of Breakfast

2008-11-23T14:46:00.003+10:00

Thanks go to Maya for putting this together for me.

Click on image to enlarge

New Bike

2008-11-22T07:51:00.003+10:00

I took some no longer wanted items yesterday to the local charity store and while there I saw this bike. It was just the right size and just the right price. I was planning on getting Henry a new one as he had outgrown the one he had and there was one staring me in the face. Needless to say he loves it!

2008-11-20T20:56:00.002+10:00

In stark constrast to the aforementioned storms...this is where I was last weekend right before all this storm business.

Flooding the Neighbourhood

2008-11-20T20:14:00.006+10:00

The storm rolling in. Our house can be seen in the background.

Debris at the base of the trees left by the rising flood waters of the nearby creek

Our friendly neighbourhood playground

The much used picnic table at our friendly neighbourhood playground

The bridge from which we feed the ducks, turtles and eels.

Just in case one major storm wasn't enough we've had one each night since the first disastrous one on Sunday. Today is Thursday and we've just waved another one goodbye. Just when the sun began to shine and those whose homes were destroyed thought they might safely be able to filter through what is left we were hit again. Predictions are that we are going to be hit each and every day until Saturday.

Last night Brisbane was bracing for another storm. The news had warned us it was coming but what they hadn't predicted was how much rain would be brought with it. Turns out there was enough to cause major flooding across areas already hit hard. This afternoon we wandered down to our favourite playground which happens to abutt a creek. We came across another mother who was trying desperately to remove the debris in case the creek rose again tonight with the predicted storms. She wanted it moved off the play equipment so that fresh flood waters or rain might wash it clean. Henry made friends with her young daughter while I helped drag the offending debris away.

The rain chased us all off and we walked home with our new friends hoping to make it before the storm really hit. As we waved them goodbye I told Henry how lucky he was to have made a new friend today. This is how he responded:

"Yeah, I make friends. You just say, "do you like dinosaurs? I like dinosaurs and then they say, yeah I like dinosaurs and then you're just friends".

I think we should all take a leaf out of Henry's book because how do you know if you could be friends with someone if you don't start with something simple like "Do you like dinosaurs". Even if they don't you've still got something to talk about.

Storming the Neighbourhood

2008-11-17T21:14:00.005+10:00

For those of you no longer living in this city or just not from here read here to see what transpired yesterday.

It was hot, almost hotter than hell through the day. Henry and I had escaped the clutches of the family and taken a trip to the Sunshine Coast on Saturday to soak up some summer sun and surf up some summer surf. We stayed overnight and woke up Sunday to an overcast morning up there. Still it was warm enough to take a quick swim before heading home but nothing like it was here in Brisbane. Here it was absolutely sweltering. The kind of oppressive humidity that makes your undies stick to your legs like a melting lollipop and your tongue just loll about because it too is too hot to move. It was the kind of weather that all Queenslanders know is going to bring a late afternoon storm. Usually we welcome it because we know that the short lived light show in the sky will cool things off dramatically.

Yesterday's storm did that. It cooled things off so much that I was wearing a cardigan at 7PM and tonight is still much the same. What we weren't prepared for was how much destruction that short lived and longed for storm would leave in its path.

I was outside around 3PM yesterday oiling my outdoor dining table when I looked up and saw the dark clouds looming over the city and making their way towards us. By the time I packed up and cleaned the paintbrushes the clouds were directly above us. All the sunlight, which only minutes before was packed with skin cancer causing UV light, had disappeared. It was as black as night and it was only 4.30PM. Right then I knew this storm was not going to be pretty. We battened down the hatches and huddled inside bonding by trying to convince Henry to allow us to remove a splinter from his finger. We weren't successful but it distracted us all while the winds howled outside and the rain hammered the roof. Several times we all jumped when lightening struck so loudly it seemed as though it had hit the roof of our house.

Once the worst of it was over we surveyed the damage. Fortunately there wasn't much aside from some flooding downstairs which happens every time we get a heavy downpour. We were expecting it but nothing of value had been ruined because we've learned not to keep anything of value in the flood path.

Our friend who lives in one of the worst hit areas called us shortly after to give us a report on how he had faired through it all. His roof had partly been torn off, his bedroom and all of his computer equipment had been flooded (he's a computer programmer), a nearby Jacaranda tree had fallen into his pool and the creek beside his house was overflowing. Our small amount of flooding seemed so trifle in comparison. He described the devastation in the streets surrounding him and said that he and his children were huddled inside the house scared that something was going to land right on top of them or that the roof would be blown right off.

This afternoon after work I took a drive out there to see if they needed anything and to survey the damage. I've got to say, I'm thankful we weren't directly in the path of the worst of it. There are streets blocked off with fallen trees and powerlines are down. Maya's school looks like some naughty kids had gone in there and ransacked the place but with big powerful toys to help them along. Trees have simply splintered and some torn right out of the ground roots and all. Businesses were handing out stock to anyone who would take it because it was better to give it away then to waste it. One thing it has done is connected neighbours who would otherwise never give each other the time of day. The community has banded together and they're all out helping each other in whatever way they can.

For the rest of Brisbane, the definitive line the storm did not cross, it's business as usual.

The following comment, left by a Courier Mail reader, pretty much sums it up Queensland style:

I was out on the verandah sinking a few beers when suddenly a storm popped up.

He goes on to say:

I thought our house was the worst hit but as soon as I stepped outside I realised the whole of The Gap is destroyed.

Docking in five minutes

2008-11-14T17:03:00.003+10:00

Since Maya has requested a new ipod for her birthday/xmas present I've been checking out all the junk mail catalogues that come through our mail box to see who has the cheapest. I've made a scrapbook of them...not really, they've all just been left to pile up on the dining table. But people, have you seen what the hell can be done with an ipod? Nearly everything in the universe now comes with an ipod dock - DVD players, electric razors, BBQs, electric kettles, toilet cisterns. You name it and I bet you someone has developed some way of including the ipod in it. Perhaps a scrapbook is not such a bad idea. That way I can make a guest appearance on ABC TV's Collector series.

Makes me sick - I'm still listening to an old tranny.

The Life of a Pirate

2008-11-13T14:50:00.003+10:00

Henry acquired this lovingly hand made pirate ship from some friends of ours whose children had played with it enough. Unfortunately it's made mostly from cardboard and papier mache so it can't be left out in the rain and it takes up a lot of room. When we're sick of it taking up space we'll forward it on to some other treasure hunters.

2008-11-11T05:13:00.005+10:00

Life has been so hectic just lately that I haven't had time to scratch let alone blog anything much. It feels like I've been on an ever revolving merry-go-round that has only paused long enough for me to take a deep breath before it starts again. Even now I'm stealing precious time before heading off to work but it's early morning; the house is quiet because everyone is sleeping and I can think all by myself. That's a rare occasion.

So what's been going on? Well I turned 40 and had a party to celebrate/commiserate. The lead up to the day was rather harrowing because 40 for me seemed to be the point at which I'd start to become old. All the TV ads and the pamphlets in the doctors surgeries kept telling me I had to ramp up my health checks and instead of having certain things done once every two years suddenly they all seemed to be needed on an almost weekly basis. I don't know whether those guidelines were written by GP's wanting to line their coffers and saw old people as a way to do it or if it really is necessary to have your boobs prodded, your eyes peered into, your blood pressure measured, your hormone levels monitored and your toenails removed as often as they claim. It seems to me that spending so much time in a doctor's surgery waiting room would expose you to so many germs you'd probably die from flu before you'd die from the effects of unbalanced hormones.

Anyway I turned 40 and I'm still here. The party was a hoot I have to admit despite my misgivings. I was worried I'd not be able to stay up past 11PM, that there wouldn't be enough food and that I'd be too tired the next day to clean up. That's what getting old does to you - you no longer think you're capable of having a good time. Apparently I even looked ok - not a minute past 40.

The party was a protest party and of course I was protesting about being 40, others just protested - like my friend Liam. As he left the party at 2.30AM he took some of the protest signs from the garden and he and his partner took some photos of themselves protesting with them outside a popular city nightclub. I'm not certain whether or not they were joined by anyone who supported their cause.

Henry has started swimming lessons again now that the weather has warmed up. At first he was hesitant and not really keen to join in use his "big arms" as they call them to fasion a stroke. He was happy enough to be in the water as long as the swim instructor expected nothing of him. By the third lesson he was like a fish following the leader. Now he can't get enough. Every day he asks if he can go to swimming lessons. He prefers to spend his time sitting on the bottom of the pool or "diving" as he calls it. When the instructor aks him to show her his "big arms" his little body doubles over but his arms and legs are moving rapidly. He can't quite get the hang of keeping his body stetched out straight. As far as he's concerned though he's swimming like the strongest shark in the ocean.

We took him to see his first movie on the big screen this past weekend. I'd been thinking about doing it for quite some time to see if he was up to sitting still for that amount of time. Thankfully a Thomas the Tank movie was showing which was only 1hr long and it was cheap so if we had to hot foot it out of their nothing much would have been lost. In the lead up to it he'd found a swim costume that had been a hand me down from his older cousin. This was one of those all in one type swim suits designed to protect from the sun as much as possible - long sleeves, knee length shorts and a nice long zip at the front and very body hugging. It's ugly and it fit him perfectly and as soon as he had it on he was transformed as Sportacus - a superhero dedicated to saving children everywhere from the evils of laziness and obesity. Once he had that on he wasn't taking it off. I pleaded with him and bribed him but he would not hear of it so off he went to the movies with his swim costume on. He thought he looked like a superhero and that the suit gave him special powers so I let him go on believing that for the whole day.

In the shower

2008-11-11T05:11:00.000+10:00

Henry: How come girls have fur on their doodies?

Me: Boys do too when they grow up

Henry: ...yeah and turn into girls.

Eye Pod

2008-11-09T19:05:00.001+10:00

While very gently brushing something away from my eye...

Henry: Mum, something's in your eye pod.

Forest Shirt

2008-11-09T09:21:00.001+10:00

Henry: Mum, that shirt's really nice, just like a forest

Smarter Data

2008-10-22T19:41:00.001+10:00

If you were Australian the title of this post would rhyme which is why I used it. Doesn't it sound great? It's ok to lie in this instance.

Anyway the reason for the title is the reason for this post. My friend is trying to start her own business. She's decided that after a life changing episode she wants to tone thngs down a little as far as stress levels are concerned and this is the result.

Now she needs this website to come up readily in a google search and I believe the only real way to do that is for this site to be accessed a lot. So get clicking people. Click away and then click some more.

Here's where you do it.

http://www.qrds.com.au/

Cure

2008-10-20T05:53:00.002+10:00

Henry: Mum, what's that thing on your face?

Me: It's a pimple

Henry: It looks like it hurts

Me: Not really

Henry: I know, maybe if I touch it it will make it feel better

Me: I don't think so

Henry: I'll get a bandaid, that'll work

Me: No, I'd rather not walk around with a bandaid on my face

Henry: But bandaids look nice

Perfect Weather

2008-10-19T18:06:00.003+10:00

I'm going to continue going on about the weather until it's all rainy and overcast again. I need to say it once more - it's perfect and the best thing about it is that Henry has not watched TV for two whole days. He's been happy and excited and has played outdoors. He filled his wading pool and entertained himself with that and the colander for almost two hours today while I passionately ironed our work clothes for the week. He asked his father to take him to the park to throw the frisbee, he painted and drove his cars up and down the pavement and only a few times did he ask me for a "treatie".

I want it to stay just like this until it gets cold again because I hate the fierce heat. Right now it's warm enough to swin and cool enough to be comfortable. I'm loving it and going to enjoy it while it lasts.

Monkey

2008-10-19T14:15:00.003+10:00

Sharon mentioned how beatiful the weather was down there in her part of the country. It turns out that it's pretty perfect here too. Despite my aching tiredness (dinner with friends caused it), I am loving this calm, temperature-perfect amount of sunshine. So is Henry and I can't tell you when he was last so peaceful and contented. The two of us walked to the supermarket this morning to stock up on some supplies. I was weighed down like a pack horse on the trek home but still I wasn't bothered. We came home and made some mint green and pink play dough then sat down on the deck in the shade of the trees and set up a bakery full of green sausage rolls and a zoo full of pink animals.

Right now Henry is making himself sick with laughter at his own fart jokes. The sunshine must have affected his brain because as far as I'm concerned dinosaur fart jokes are much funnier than monkey fart jokes. He doesn't think so though.

So Proud

2008-10-17T15:57:00.001+10:00

Look at me name dropping...I know this performer and I am so proud that she will be coming to help me celebrate my comin of age.

This would completely horrify my mother

2008-10-17T08:49:00.003+10:00

But Henry thinks it's pretty funny. Farts are funny and I dare anyone to tell me otherwise.

Saving Lives

2008-10-17T08:37:00.003+10:00

It seems that there's a lot of people out there trying to find someone to save their lives. After this post, which I titled Someone Come and Save My Life, my sitemeter has gone crazy and tells me that this post has been awfully popular by people google searching for a way to save their lives.

Those words are obviously in that song but I'm wondering if people are just generally looking for someone to save them from something - financial debt, erratic or suicidal thoughts, the need to go grocery shopping, a violent husband/wife, severe physical pain, the taste of bad coffee...who would know but there's a lot of people out there searching for something that may save them.

Is there a need to inform the newspapers about this?

Can anyone answer me this?

2008-10-11T09:31:00.002+10:00

Why in heavens name would a dog need alphabet treats?

While shopping at the supermarket the other day I spotted just that - Alphabet Dog Treats. Do you think they're used to help the dog learn the alphabet in bark? If they recognise all of the letters of the alphabet do they then get an extra meaty treat like a bone?

Or maybe someone really clever came up with a way to teach their human children the alphabet by feeding letters to the dog -"Ok give the doggy a Z now". If the kid gets all the letters right they get to tease the dog by eating a T-bone steak in front ot it. Seems pretty sane to me.

From the other side of Australia

2008-09-29T18:18:00.002+10:00

Maya: Mum, I think I'm getting that sinus thing again?

Me: Ok, have you used your nasal spray?

Maya: No

Me: Maybe you should get your dad to take you to the doctor.

Maya: Yeah maybe. Also I'm getting pains in my chest.

Me: I'm sorry honey. It's probably nothing serious. Maybe you should get your dad to take you to the doctor.

Maya: Ok, but I think I'm getting that sinus thing again. I feel the same as I did last time I got it.

Me: Ok honey, there's not a lot I can do from here, 10 000 miles away. Maybe you should get your dad to take you to the doctor and go and get a nasal spray to clean out your sinuses.

Sick

2008-09-29T07:45:00.002+10:00

Last night Henry vomitted for the first time in two years. He then vomitted every half hour on the dot from 10PM last night until 7AM this morning. But because he hadn't been sick in so long he was a little scared and didn't know what had happened. When he woke to find himself covered in it he started to whimper and said:

"Mum, I think something's hurt my feelings everywhere"

Yes she did

2008-09-28T16:45:00.004+10:00

Me: Mum... L and S and I were wondering if you ever acted like us when you were our age?

Mum: What do you mean?

Me: Well did you ever talk about playing Ding Dong the Witch is Dead at anyone's funeral?

Mum: No. I didn't have any sisters to talk about that with.

Me: Oh of course. L reckons you said the "F" word in 1988 when the xmas tree fell on her.

Mum: (with a look of disgust) Well, I can tell you that would have been the one and only time.

Me: That's what I thought.

Quality

2008-09-28T11:18:00.004+10:00

Me (hunched over computer) to Sister #1 (hunched over another computer): It's so nice to spend some quality time with you

Sister #1: Yeah I was just thinking that. Oh shit! Dammit you made me miss that clue. I nearly had that puzzle solved.

Devotion

2008-09-28T11:04:00.003+10:00

This poor puppy was one of twelve born to my nephew's Border Collie. Two died and this one, well she's "retarded" according to my niece. Apparently her mother doesn't want her and so she tried to drown herself in the dam. Fortunately she was rescued just in time and will now spend her life in foster care.

Henry is blindly devoted to his cousin Sam. Anything Sam does Henry will try to do exactly the same way. The two of them were yesterday racing each other at the Toowoomba Hockey Fields where we had gone to watch my niece play.

Note that look of pure admiration coming from Henry. In his eyes, Sam could never do a thing wrong.

And this is my sister and her husband supporting two children that don't belong to them. Well at least not for now.

Ladies and Mothers

2008-09-28T11:01:00.003+10:00

While making seafood chowder.

Sister #3: Do you think about Mum when she was our age and wonder if she acted like this?

Me: Yeah but she probably didn't. She was too much of a lady.

Sister #1: Of course she didn't act like us, don't be so stupid.

Sister #3: I think she did, I even think she said "fuck" once but she and her friends probably never joked about their husbands.

Ding Dong

2008-09-28T10:51:00.004+10:00

Sister #3 to Sister #1: You're going the wrong way. And why are you walking so fast? Are you embarrassed by us?

Sister #1: I just forgot where we parked the car and I'm just hoping that if we get hit by a car in the car park, I'll die first.

Sister #3: Yeah, I'd probably come to your funeral.

Sister #1: Well, that's why I want to die first, so I won't have to come to your funeral.

Me: But we'll be playing Ding Dong the Witch is dead as her theme song. That'd be worth seeing wouldn't it?

Sister #1: You're probably right, here (pushing Sister #3 forwards) you go in front of me.

Hero Worship

2008-09-26T16:48:00.003+10:00

It's kind of interesting how most kids stories feature an antagonist who is always in in battle with the protagonist. Does this mean we are setting our kids up to believe that they will have to go into battle almost every day of their lives? Even Lazy Town, a show designed to teach children the importance of healthy eating and exercise has an evil villain who is always trying to stop Sporticus from his plan to save children everywhere.

Do our children realise that the villain is only imaginary and put there to emphasise the goodness of the hero or are they going to believe they need to be on their guard all the time because everywhere they go they will have to fight evil villains? Maybe these shows are just teaching them how not to give in to temptation.

Maybe someone should come up with one that shows a woman as the hero who is constantly having to win battles against husbands, unfair bosses and evil teenagers.

Ugly Lollipop

2008-09-26T13:54:00.001+10:00

Henry: Mum, it looks like I'm all ugly (opens mouth as wide as possible while squiting and looking sideways)

Me: Why?

Henry: Because I haven't had a lollipop.

Me: (silence)

Henry: Muuuuummmm, I haaaavent' haaaad one. You know!

Articulate Your Bus

2008-09-25T17:56:00.003+10:00

I took Henry to the museum today to see what was hailed as the spectacular dinosaur adventure for kids. Really it was just a couple of tables full of hundres of photocopied colour-in pictures of dinosaurs and a small sandpit with some bits of concrete disguised as dinosaur fossils. Henry and Gabe, his friend we met up with, thought the scissors provided for cutting were pretty cool for all of about two minutes. If we had only gone to see that I would have been bitterly disappointed because there was a lot of jostling of other parents and small children just to get to the scissors and colouring pictures.

We decided to hotfoot it to the dinosaur garden to eat lunch instead. After that we said goodbye to our companions and Henry and I headed back in to the museum to really check it out. I really didn't think Henry would be all that interested because he's usually not unless there are pigeons to chase and rocks to climb on. He was so fascinated he didn't want to leave. We were there for over three hours. He wanted to touch everything that could be touched and look at everything that could be looked at and then pretend he was Diego at the stuffed animal exhibit. My back started to hurt and the only way to get him to leave was to bribe him with a bus ride home and a milkshake on the way.

Before getting on the bus we relaxed for a bit at a cafe and drank our milkshakes. While there he told me his favourite part of the day was seeing the stuffed animals but he would probably "really like" the bus ride too. He did really like the bus ride. So much so that he pressed the buzzer several times which elicited some very snide expressions from the driver. Fortunately Henry was able to put a smile back on the driver's face when we exited by informing the bus driver that he wasn't driving an articulated bus!

Grappino

2008-09-24T20:58:00.002+10:00

If you've got nothing else to do some time go and eat great food, enjoy service like you haven't experienced in a long time and soak in the ambience here.

Grappino in Paddington. Totally worth it even if just for the free perfume in the ladies rooms.

Double Wednesday

2008-09-24T20:55:00.002+10:00

Henry: Mum, ask me who I played with today.

Me: Who did you play with today?

Henry: Not Sira

Me: Was Sira not there today?

Henry: No, he only comes on Thursday and Wednesday and Friday and Wednesday at 24 50 100 o'clock.

Me: So who did you play with then?

Henry: Jacob, but he's not my friend and he has white hair.

After talking about my youth

2008-09-23T05:51:00.003+10:00

Henry: When I was sister's age I lost my age

Me: Well you would have if you had ever been her age yet

Henry: I was her age yesterday

Because I was later than usual to pick him up

2008-09-22T21:31:00.002+10:00

Henry: Mum, where have you been, I've been worried about you!

Me: I know, I'm so sorry I'm late

Henry: Ok, but don't ever do that again.

While Watching Charlotte's Web

2008-09-21T17:36:00.000+10:00

Henry: Mum, that cow farted (hysterical laughter)! I can fart like that.

Me: I bet you can.

Henry: Yeah, watch

(This was followed by a look of concentration with his butt pointing northwards. Unfortunately no fart came)

Henry: Oh, there's none coming. Play that bit again...

Bug Me

2008-09-20T08:17:00.004+10:00

Yesterday Henry and I gardened for a few hours. He was very helpful and pulled the weeds that were growing between the pavers. He was happily doing this and chatting away the whole time about bugs and trees when suddenly I heard an almightly shriek come from him...not just once but twice. I immediately threw down the clippers I had in my hand and ran to him. By the time I got to him he had rivers of tears streaming down his cheeks and a look of fright like I'd never seen before. He was holding his pinky finger out to me and in between heaving sobs tried to tell me what happened. I checked his outstretched finger for signs of snake or spider bite but could find nothing. Maya and her friend stuck their heads out of the window to see what the commotion was about and apparently they could tell straight away that nothing much had happened so laughed heartily at Henry's distress further fuelling the sobbing. I held him tight until he had calmed down enough to tell me what was wrong. It turns out a bug had landed on his little fnger.

He looked up at me with red rimmed eyes and said "Mum, a bug just came and landed on my finger and it had a really big body and wings and two legs. I thought it was going to eat me". I of course assured him that it was probably unlikely to happen and when he felt satisfied he turned and went straight back to his weeding singing merrily about helping with the garden.

The Shut Up Bears

2008-09-19T20:15:00.004+10:00

When we read books to Henry it's got to be read in just the right way and with just the right inflections. If you read something one way the first time that book will have to be read that same way each and every time it's read to him from then on. He gets irate if someone new reads the same book and can't get what he's telling them about how it should be read. We have a book called the Jolly Christmas Postman. He delivers Christmas messages of some sort or another to all the characters of popular nursery rhymes. The Three Bears get a card and on that card is a crude drawing of their mother serving them their pudding. Each bear says the usual "Who's been eating my pudding" and their mother replies with something that she doesn't say at all in the original nursery rhyme. The following is Henry's rendition of how that little cartoon goes.

Bear 1: Who's been eating my pudding

Bear 2: Who's been eating my pudding

Bear 3: Who's been eating my pudding

Mama Bear: Shut up you soft bears, I haven't deserved it yet.

What Mama bear actually says is "shut up you soft bears, I haven't served it yet" but Henry won't hear a bar of that. According to him she definitely says "deserved it yet". If I try to correct him he gets angry. I'd give in if I had ever actually read him the original Goldilocks and the Three Bears but as far as I know he's never heard it in all his 4 years. I'm sure he would be most upset to learn that Mama Bear says nothing even near as rude as shut up.

Shame, she should have her mouth washed out with soap for being such a bad Mama and teaching her children such bad language.

The Snapper

2008-09-19T13:27:00.003+10:00

I don't know what it is about Irish books that I love so much but I sometimes wonder if I'm a bit like Jeremy Irons who felt so strong about one particular part of Ireland that he went in search of why. Turns out his ancestors originated only about 5 miles from where he chose to live for the rest of his days.

Perhaps it's because they are able to maintain a sense of humour in the face of adversity. I'm currently reading Roddy Doyle's The Snapper. While the plot is fairly serious - a young girl (Sharon) gets raped by her friend's father and falls pregnant - the way she, her family and friends deal with it is so funny I find myself laughing out loud at almost every sentence. The dialogue is pure Irish and Sharon's father, though seemingly a simple character, is protective of his family and his daughter's name. He doesn't know the details of his daughter's pregnancy as she won't reveal them. She was so drunk when it happened that she felt she must have been to blame. I can't believe a man is able to so intimately describe pregnancy and the thoughts that go through a young woman's mind.

I am only half way through this book but already I don't want it to end. I want to meet the Irish family Roddy Doyle has created. Lucky for me it's part two of a trilogy so all I need to do now is track down the other two books. I never go in search of books usually because I just borrow them from family and friends as I walk past their bookshelves. Recently my sister cleaned out her library and threw a few hundred my way so I've got a few to get through but after that Roddy's other books are the firt on my list of must haves.

Oh and The Snapper has been made into a movie so I at least get to hear that dialogue with an Irish accent.

Someone Come and Save My Life

2008-09-15T18:06:00.002+10:00

This is my very talented daughter playing guitar to a City and Colour song but there's a little trick to this video. See if you can pick it up...pay attention towards the end.

It will feel so good

2008-09-05T06:07:00.002+10:00

So I now have an appointment with a neurosurgeon next week. I've done a lot of reading and I don't hold out much hope that any kind of surgery is actually guaranteed to give me any relief or make much difference but it does feel nice to know that there's a reason behind the pain and the constant need to use a toilet that has driven me nuts for years.

I am very much looking forward to taking the results to the urologist however. I'm hoping it might humble him a little but I'm suspecting it won't. It makes me wonder how many other patients he gets paid to see but does nothing for.

The most important indicator was not so much the need to pee constantly but the fact that my bladder would never empty which of course caused the need to pee again shortly after. That's the tell tale sign and one the urologist would not believe was causing my frustration. He even had me admitted to hospital over night so he could have the nurses monitor me when I urinated and then measure how much was left in my bladder. The amounts were significant but he believed they were unimportant and that I wasn't trying hard enough.

Physio and bladder retraining for overactive bladder requires the patient to do things such as "double void" - essentially sit down, pee, get up and then sit down and pee again; holding on by sitting down and waiting till the need to pee urgently passes; measuring how much you pee when you do; and exercising using all kinds of strange looking devices. It's not fun and not in anyway attractive. I did these things for years but none of them made a scrap of difference and my problems became worse despite the physio and the meds but the uro believed I couldn't possibly be telling him the truth about it.

I once, in frustration, said to him, "you're a man and I assume you have a normal bladder function, I know that I am just one of many patients but I am trying to tell you how it is for me so please listen". He gave me some smirk and told me again that there is no way what I'm telling him could be true.

So I will have my last appointment with him in a couple of weeks and I will be so pleased to politely show him the results and then politely tell him I won't be returning to see him.

A move in the right direction

2008-09-04T06:20:00.006+10:00

I decided to post this here because I thoght it might be useful to share my story with others who have for years been suffering the same thing as me but had no idea why. I'll start from the beginning because that's where it always starts.

Since I was a kid I've had troubles with my bladder function. I "always" had to go and when I did, I had to go immediately or there would be trouble. I guess it drove the rest of my family nuts. Long car drives made me nervous because I knew I'd have to stop frequently and that was always going to make the driver (usually my father) mad. I wet the bed until I was about 9 - that drive my mother mad. I think I heard the words "can't you just hold on" more times than I heard anything else.

I recall my mother taking me to the GP back when I was young. His solution back then was to restrict fluids after a certain time of day. That was the only answer they had and of course it didn't work.

As I entered adult hood it started to really drive me nuts. Going to the pub for a few drinks with friends was often embarrassing because I'd have to rush off to pee every few minutes. They noticed and would say "but didn't you just go?". Sometimes I'd make up excuses and say that I wanted to go wash my hands or something because I didn't want them to know I had to pee - again!

Many doctors just told me to do more pelvic floor exercises. That would be the answer.

After giving birth to Maya at about age 24 I decided that I had had enough. It was starting to affect my life in too many ways. At that time we lived 45 minutes from town and I couldn't make the trip without having to stop several times to pee. I moved to the city and it was then I decided to seek real help. I saw a lovely GP - an elderly man who was gentle and kind and the first one to really listen to what I had to say. He told me what I was experiencing was not normal, especially since it had been going on since childhood. He prescribed a mild anti-depressant type drug designed to stop the bladder muscle from over reacting all the time. It didn't work. He then referred me to a urologist who ordered a battery of uncomfortable urodymanic tests. They didn't really find any dysfunction but said it was overactive bladder anyway. I think it made them feel better. I was referred to a physiotherapist for treatment and a bladder retraining program. It didn't help.

A few more years went by and it progressively got worse so I on advice from a friend nurse who worked at a women's health network I sought a referral to another urologist who is a supposed "guru" in urogynaecology. She told me to beware though because a lot of women found him frightfully attractive. I found him frightfully arrogant, even at my first appointment. He sat across from me, yawned, placed his hands behind his head and said "so why do you go to the toilet so often?". I told him that I hoped he could tell me that as he was the specialist after all. He of course told me I was over-exaggerating my problems and referred me to another physiotherapist.

I tried it but it didn't help. I stopped going. I then gave birth to Henry, his birth was long and tiring. My bladder function didnt' really change but I was left with other issues so again asked my GP for a referral to a specialist for those. She referred me to the same urogaenacologist. I didn't hold out much hope but as he was supposedly the "guru" I decided to go along with it. His registrar, a young female, told me I should have surgery as soon as possible because it must be horrible for my husband to put up with. Of course I told her my husband and his sex life were the least of my concerns. It was my body we were talking about and I would have to think long and hard before having any surgery which had a lot of complications but was essentially cosmetic. I've never had the surgery but eventually she left and I continued to keep my appointments with the "guru" about my bladder issues. He wanted me to try more physio, more drugs designed to control overactive bladder but which had horrid side effects.

So after years of seeing him I was no closer to a solution. At my last visit, just over a month ago, he told me that my problems were basically my imagination and that normally someone with my issues would have a nuerological disorder and it was pretty obvious to him that I didn't have one of those. He asked me to trial another drug and stop all caffeine and alcohol for a month because that was his final miracle cure.

As the drugs he wanted me to try were $50 a month I decided to check them out thoroughly before trying them. After reading all about their side effects I decided against it.

Now it so happens that in my new job I work with a paediatrician. I happened to be bitching about the urogaenacologist I've been seeing to another work colleague and she overheard me. She asked me to tell her about my problems. When I had finished she asked me if I'd ever had a spinal MRI because children with my symptoms would normally have a defect. Of course I had not. She wrote me a referral, just to rule out any neurological defects.

I had that MRI last week and the results explain my lifetime of bladder function issues. It also explains the sciatic pain and tingling through my legs and feet.

I have a tethered spinal cord, a Tarlov cyst and a spinal lipoma. All of these things individually cause, among other things, bladder and bowel dysfunction. Together they cause many issues. This would also explain the pain in my lower back/tail bone area, the sciatic pain I've suffered with for years and the tingling/numbness I often feel in my legs and feet. I always believed these other symptoms to be merely an effect of ageing and childbirth and bending and just plain living.

Mor to come...but until then, don't ignore your child's toilet issues if you feel they'r serious.

Stolen but found

2008-08-31T14:47:00.004+10:00

Last night Maya headed into the city with some friends to watch the spectacle of Riverfire. She had pretty much resigned herself to the fact that she would not be going after some of her friends pulled out half way through the day. They changed their minds at the 11th hour though and as a result were so rushed to make it to the city they missed all the fireworks anyway.

She arrived home a few hours later and reported that their night had been a complete waste of time and to top if all off someone had stolen her favourite jacket. She and her friends had been waiting for the bus to return them home when a male person around the same age as her walked by her and grabbed her jacket off the seat where she had placed it. He then ran off with all his mates cheering him on. She and her friends hotfooted it after them but were unable to keep up the chase because of traffic.

This morning she and her friends have scoured Myspace and found him. They knew his name because his friends had called out to him as he ran away and that was about all they had to go by. This city is large but by narrowing down which school he was likely to go to and his likely age, along with his name they were able to track him. Now they sit and wait for him to add them to his profile and then they'll all launch an attack of the internet kind in which they'll kindly ask him to return her jacket... and maybe call him a trussed up private school boy! I would be all for that.

Why Gheckos live in houses

2008-08-29T20:09:00.002+10:00

Henry: Mum, Gheckos live in houses because they think it's a really great place to live. See, when they make that noise that means it's a really great place to live.

My sister Alicia

2008-08-29T19:29:00.002+10:00

Henry: Mum, you have to say, "this is my sister Alicia"

Me: This is my sister Alicia

Henry: Not like that, like this. "This is my sister Alicia"

Me: This is my sister Alicia

Henry: Ok, how about you wear the video watch

Me: Ok, but what will I see on it?

Henry: My sister Alicia

Me: Oh great, so is she an animal rescuer too?

Henry: No because she doesn't have rescue ropes

Me: Right.

Henry: Now you've got it.

Four

2008-08-10T15:20:00.003+10:00

Today Henry didn't turn 4. He actually doesn't turn 4 until tomorrow but he doesn't know that and until he's old enough to realise the difference we will continue to celebrate everything on the day it doesn't occur because we're like that. He also isn't yet old enough to realise he hasn't had a proper birthday party because he thinks if there's a cake and presents to open he's had a party. Kids are so simple like that. At least until their competitive spirit clicks in and they feel the need to have a party bigger and better than anyone else ever did.

so he woke to a few lego type presents and a book or two from us, nothing terribly exciting as far as he was concerned...then he turned into his usual maniac self because he had eaten two chocolate crackles for breakfast (it's his birthday!). I knew my mother and stepfather had Buzz Lightyear and they were late and I swear I was going to have to take some medication to cope with Henry if they didn't just get here soon.

Henry's obsession with Buzz Lightyear means he attempts to copy all of Buzz's moves. He jumps from the bed to the floor yelling "To infinity and beyond". Now he can do it with Buzz in his hands who, hopefully will save him from the evil Zurg.

Happy 4th Birthday Henry.

I'm sitting on top of the world

2008-08-08T17:07:00.005+10:00

I had no intention of taking anyone, especially myself, to the Ekka this year. I loved my local small town show when I was a kid but the Ekka's always been a little too big and busy for me. Plus one needs to have saved up the equivalent of a years pay to afford it. My stepfather called yesterday and asked if Henry would like to go to the Ekka and that he would be happy to take him. At first Henry, who had no idea what the Ekka even was, said no, he wasn't interested. I was kind of happy about his ambivalence but equally disappointed because I had visions of having hours alone. I didn't yet want him to know what the Ekka was and I also wasn't really that keen on him picking up one of the trillions of germs and illnesses that seem to lurk at such places. There was also the fact that Henry likes to run off - a lot, and I had fears that he may not make it back home.

I showed Henry the Ekka website and he became a little excited by the colours. I decided that if he were going I would have to go along too to make sure he came home. Although my stepfather spends a lot of time with Henry it's always at his house and rarely in public where climbable banisters, things with fire alarm butons and places to hide abound. So I did it, I went and the minute we stepped foot off the train into the Ekka groudns I wished I hadn't. There were people everywhere! I calmed down a little when I saw the bulls headed into the ring for the bull judging and the flashing signs advertising dagwood dogs.

I caved and let Henry have some rides and we took him to the "top of the world" in the - get this - air conditioned Ferris Wheel! I'm glad they banned that stupid carousel and let the air conditioned Ferris Wheel stay. It's about time the Ekka got modern. I was even more pleased when I saw the sign on the ceiling of our air-conditioned cab that said "smile, you're on camera". I guess they installed those to catch anyone trying to sneak in a pash while they're up there on top of the world. Thank God for Ferris Wheel police. Lord knows we need them!

It's just what you do

2008-08-08T16:37:00.003+10:00

When the kids and life in general are wearing you out you run away to the bush and you stay there with a girlfriend for an entire weekend and return home hopefully feeling a little more relaxed.

At least that's what Carla and I did last weekend. At first I was a little disappointed because our cabin for the weekend was a little unluxurious (I know this is not a real word so don't go sending me comments to point this out). There was only two wine glasses, one a martini glass and the other a champagne flute which both looked as though they'd been stolen from the nearest pub. The cooking facilities weren't so crash hot either and it took me the entire weekend to get the fire alight in the wood heater. The good far outweighed the bad though as the shower was steaming hot, the beds were comfortable and the peace and quiet of the mountain made up for anything that was lacking. We had no choice anyway as the whole mountain was booked out.

I'm hoping I can get to do it again sometime very soon.

See you round like a rissole

2008-07-25T07:13:00.002+10:00

As we lay in bed together the other evening, Henry, Maya and I were having a grand time coming up with "see ya later" sayings. Some of them old and tested, some of them just made up by us. Of course "see ya round like a rissole" was one of them. Henry was laughing so hard I thought he might fall off the bed.

The following morning as I was leaving for work I said to him "see you round like a rissole". He turned and scowled at me and said "Mum, you don't say that, you only say it in bed". So there you have it. Never try to use it at any other time.

Buzz Lightyear to the rescue

2008-07-19T07:28:00.002+10:00

Henry has become a little bit obsessed with Buzz Lightyear since he saw him acting like the big hero he thinks he is in Toy Story. Because his GP has one in her waiting room he has also become obsessed with making up excuses to see Dr Helen. Just the other day he came out of his room clutching his ear saying "Mum, my ear really hurts, see, feel it. I'm going to have to go to Dr Helen". Of course I was concerned and asked him all the right questions to which he seemed to know all the right answers. Then he says "I'll have to go to Dr Helen and get Buzz Lightyear, that's why my ear is really sore". I asked him if he was just pretending to have a sore ear. As though expecting that a positive answer was in his best interest he excitedly replied "yes, of course I'm pretending, how did you guess, now we'll have to go to Dr Helen's and get Buzz Lightyear".

Yesterday I happened to have an appointment with my GP, who is also called Helen, and Henry was going to have to tag along. I warned him about where we were headed and of course suddenly his ear became very sore. He believed we were going to his Dr Helen and would not hear otherwise. No matter how many times I tried to tell him he would not accept my answer so he did what all three year olds do when they're not getting their own way and threw himself on the floor. I somehow managed to bribe him into the car but all the way there he was agitated because were were going in the wrong direction and further away from Buzz Lightyear. His screams from the back seat sounded like this "But Mum, my ear is really sore, don't you understand that? I need Buzz Lightyear!"

On days like that when he is determined that he will be right I find my patience is severely tested and I would quite happily hold my head in a bucket of sand until it passes.