Monday, August 3, 2009

New learnings

  • If fuel could be produced from snot, I'd be a millionnaire

Seriously. This needs to be looked into, stuff coal and oil.

  • Being temporarily hearing impaired (due to snot mentioned above) has benefits at home and work

Such benefits include not answering the work phone due to difficulties ascertaining who the person on the other end is and what they are saying. Add to that a quieter household and I'm quite relaxed despite not being 100%.

  • Australian Dog Training group is spineless (and non-existent now)

They have $400 of our money and we have an untrained Beagle. We were notified by email last week that ADT would be closing its' doors effective immediately and there is nowhere to direct enquiries. No phone number, no PO Box, nothing. Poor form ADT, despicable customer relations.

Tuesday, July 28, 2009

A story

Mieke has been writing stories for a while now, almost every week we bring home a new homemade book from school. She has written non-fiction pieces, such as the one about bees and their habits, but also is learning to create fictional stories which have a beginning, a middle and an end.
This is a recent one from her 'collection' which made me smile as she read it. Her intonation and facial expressions during story sharing are very entertaining. (The exclamation marks and question marks are all hers, though the question marks are back to front).

The cat sat on the mat but what did it do? The cat chewed the mat! I likd that cat so I broot a cat my salf. I like my cat but my cat ran a way! Where is it? Sum one fed it sum millk and took it for a wok. My cats name is flafey.

There is an element of truth in this. Our cat took off the day after we moved last November and we haven't seen him since. Mieke talks about him quite a bit.




Friday, July 17, 2009

Sleepovers

This is Mieke and Frederique. They are only 10 weeks apart in age and have known each other since birth. Although they don't see one another often, both are skilled at picking up just where they left off, there is never any awkwardness or reaquainting necessary. Both are energetic, strong willed, determined, charming, imaginative and articulate. I remember many a time during toddlerhood, pulling one off the other after scratching, biting or some other physical 'incident'. They have always had a rather intense relationship, one which continues now, however has evolved into a deep fondness that I think is captured here.So tonight we had our first sleepover. Well, Fred has stayed before but her parents have also been with us. This was her first solo stay. Elated little people have been making cubbies, 'baking', racing through the house and finally piled into the sofa bed way too late (it's 10pm now and they've only just stop talking). These are exciting days. I remember one of my first sleepovers, how we lay practically nose to nose for hours, making up stories and talking about our parents. I think I was about 8. Sleepovers were a special event, one which held for me anticipation and a definite buzz. I don't recall ever having a negative experience, sleepovers definitely contributed to a most positive part of my childhood.

It's so lovely to watch Mieke's friendships take on their own nuances. Even though I've got nothing to do with the way they take shape, I'm proud and invested. I feel particularly protective of this one and really hope it keeps flourishing the way it has to date. Can't believe she's 6. Whee!

Sweet dreams kiddies. xx

Thursday, July 2, 2009

Quinnisms

Some award will be issued for the person with correct guesses as to what these words are:

teenaga meninja turtle
effalump
poz
uncun justin
cokowdoyle

I told him it was bedtime the other night. His response was "No it's not. You think it is but it's not".

Friday, June 12, 2009

Things that make my heart sing #1

Being presented with surprise art piece, designed and crafted entirely by Mieke whilst at home sick and whittling away a cold, grey day.

Sunday, June 7, 2009

Career change

Do people do this? Change their careers in their mid 30's? I feel as though I should be grown up now, I should be settled in my profession of choice.

Thing is, I'm not. 10 years into social work and I'm still not sure whether this is really what I want to be doing. It's a tiring job. At times it's highly emotional. It's poorly paid (our sector earns about $15000 less than others). The expectations on us are beginning to exceed what is actually possible. A starting salary in Child Protection is what I could expect as a manager in my organisation and yet the jobs of child protection are gradually being shifted onto services like mine - without the remuneration to go with it. Court literally does my head in. The idea of court produces such anxiety in me that I doubt my effectiveness on the stand. Yet the foster care worker is one of the main witnesses, after the protective worker.

I was in Dusk yesterday picking up a few more of my favourite melts (If you haven't tried these I recommend that you do - standouts for me are Honolulu and Passion) and while standing at the counter I picked up a card which read 'RECRUITING NOW'. Walking out of the shop with card in hand, I began to seriously contemplate whether I should send in my CV. I often find myself fantasising about a job where I can go, earn money, leave it all there when I go home. Where I don't have to manage family dynamics and the behaviour of traumatised children. Where I don't have to supervise the sometimes fraught access visits between children and their birth families. Where I don't spend 80 per cent of my time sitting in front of a computer - in a job I took because I wanted to work with people - and worrying that I haven't seen my client enough this month.

Dusk would be a perfect job for me right now. I adore their products so I would have no issue selling them. I could work less than 3 days a week if I should so desire (a luxury my current position does not afford me). I would work at work and be a parent at home, a novel concept!

My concern with taking the step out of my chosen career path is that I will end up standing behind a counter somewhere feeling like I'm not doing a worthy job. Because all my life I've been geared up around helping people so it makes sense that it's what I chose to do for a living. Would I feel unstimulated and bored? Would the conversations I have seem a bit superficial?

Regardless, I think I will forward my CV to Dusk. I can always go back to foster care after my children have grown a little more and don't require so much of my attention. It'll be a good move for the family. And me.

Monday, June 1, 2009

Thermomix


I want one. You'll have to google it to read more if you want to. But I want one. They are AMAZING and I'm convinced I would cook much more if I had one of these on my kitchen bench.

Saturday, May 23, 2009

R.I.P Peppa

We said goodbye to Peppa last night. Her ailments associated with old age just got the better of her in a matter of weeks. At 15.5 years old we think she had a pretty good innings.

See ya Pep. You and I were never the best of friends but you were a lovely dog to have around for babies and small children. And Matt is missing you a whole lot.

Sunday, May 17, 2009

Who's a happy girl?

It isn't even my birthday until tomorrow but I have been thoroughly spoilt this year. Family dinner last night, breakfast with girlfriends this morning, and a day off tomorrow (nobody should have to work on their birthday, I am passionate about this). I know birthdays are not all about presents (a conversation repeated at least twice a year leading up to Feb 10 and Sep 15), but CHECK THIS OUT!

I know this beauty will stand unrivalled as the Best. Present. Ever. Isn't it magnificent? I am studying very hard to ensure I use every single feature and use it well. Matt also purchased a telescopic lense as an extra so that I can take pictures of his nose hair with perfect clarity. Well, maybe not for that purpose alone...

Now to the next beauty below. For those of you who don't know her, allow me to introduce Superstar Barbie. She was my first Barbie, released in 1977 - given to me by Santa in 1979. I took her to school early 1980 and foolishly left her on a seat outside. Needless to say someone else took a liking to her. By the time I realised I was without her it was too late and I never saw her again. This year Barbie celebrated her 50th birthday, an occasion marked with a re-release of the most popular dolls, Superstar Barbie being one of them. I casually mentioned it to my mother in passing a little while back and she, being my mother, secretly bought one for me.

And lastly (lastly meaning photographed here - not of the gifts I was showered with last night), are my short blacks. The proper deal, these Ugg's should last me a long long time. Matt thinks they would be appropriate attire for The Presets concert next week. They are so new and clean that I could almost wear them to our local supermarket, except I have an awareness of how awful they look when they're not being worn as slippers. And I do actually need to make the distinction between pyjamas and day clothes otherwise I'd never get dressed.




Thursday, May 14, 2009

Random who made what questions

On the way home from swimming:
Mieke: Did God make trees?
Me: Some people believe that, yes
Mieke: Did God make birds
Me: (same as above)
Mieke: Who made roads?
Me: People make roads
Mieke: Does God make houses?
Me: No, people build houses
Mieke: How?
Me: With bricks or wood usually
Mieke: Did God make bricks?
Me: No people make bricks
Mieke: How?
Me: (after trying half fabricated explanation...pause...) I think that is a great question to ask Dad.

By this point I'm over trying to provide worthy answers! Love the questions though.

Friday, May 8, 2009

Three year olds and tantrums

So Quinn is fairly oppositional and defiant at present. Oh, did I say fairly? I meant totally and absolutely, wholly and completely. His first one of the day occurred at 5:30am this morning and we are enduring up to eight tantrums a day (that was his score today). They can range from 5 minutes to about half an hour.

Some of the range of things which currently unhinge him - in no particular order:
putting shoes on
putting coat on
taking coat off
having his seat belt on
getting out of the car
eating lunch
washing his hands
drawing
not drawing
being refused permission to eat lollies every 2.7 minutes
being refused permission to drink cordial
being offered a mandarin
being offered a cuddle
not being offered a cuddle

Some of the things he says to me nowdays:
why?
i don't want to
no
no
no
why?
you're a bum bum (shouted at me in a rage - I involuntarily laughed at the comment/him/my impending insanity and it distracted him long enough to break the tantrum)
no
why?
i'm not your favourite boy anymore
no
don't look at me
no
no
you are mean mummy

There are many more, but I won't bore you. Suffice it to say I'm a bit frazzled and a bit cranky. I must say that this is not turning out to be my favourite age for Quinn, give me his compliant clumsy toddling, his slobbery kisses and one word requests any day.

What worked for Mieke at the same age does not have the same desired effect on Quinn. Mieke has always been more responsive and sensitive to moods of others. She is highly attuned to Matt's and my emotional status whereas Quinn seems a little less concerned. He is so content to be his own person and do his own thing that if it means going against the flow, then so be it. And I think that will be a most positive character trait in his adult life, we just need to work a way around it now so he will comply with our Very Mean, Bum Bum and Not Favourite Boy everyday routines and rules!

Look at that photo over there on the right. It seems incongruent with what I've written above doesn't it? Bless him. It's hard being three.

Saturday, May 2, 2009

Run Melbourne 2009

I did this last year with a friend. The Run Melbourne has different events, the 7km was a run/walk. I think we did pretty well, walking a fast-paced 7km in around 45 minutes. Man I was sore and sorry afterwards!
So this year the run/walk on June 28 is only 5kms and I'm feeling pretty confident I can lick it in around 30 minutes. Though it will certainly require extra exercise and I anticipate I might have to do my pathetic shuffle which slightly resembles a jog.
I've recently been walking with another friend and we are currently completing just over 6kms in 50 minutes. We indulge a bit too much in natter and not enough in dedicated goal-getting. I'm hoping she will sign herself up for the Run Melbourne this year, she is threatening to but so far there has been no evidence to back up her statement of intention.
To those who are reading this and thinking "crazy woman, what on earth is she thinking" (because not only am I voluntarily running 5km in the middle of winter but it starts at around 8:30am on a Sunday morning in the city), I'm raising money for Australian Childhood Foundation by taking part.
Here is my page should you wish to sponsor me, or you could enter, choose your charity and do it with me. The more the merrier!

Tuesday, April 28, 2009

Child abuse - moving the focus to prevention

In the news today, Child abuse taskforce. Just months after this, a report released late last year by the Australian Childhood Foundation, Child Abuse Prevention Research Australia at Monash University and Access Economics Pty Ltd. Full report below for those interested. Definitely worth a read.

The Cost of Child Abuse in Australia.







Sunday, April 26, 2009

I'm not staying

Time for kinder on Friday and Quinn announces that he is not going today. I had made an appointment during his kinder session which would have been awkward to take him to. This is how the conversation went:
Me: Well I'm popping into kinder anyway so why don't you see how you feel when we get there?
Quinn: Okay, but I'm not staying.
(At kinder), Me: Would you like to carry your bag?
Quinn: Okay, but I'm not staying today.
Me: Alright well we'll see.
(In kinder), Me: How about you hang your bag on your peg?
Quinn: I'm not staying though.
Me: It can hang there until we go.
Quinn: Okay then. (hangs bag)
Me: Let's see, oh look Quinn the clay is out again. Would you like to sit at the table? Quinn sits at the table. I settle him into the activity.
Me: Alright honeybun I'm going now, I'll see you in a little while, okay?
Quinn: But I'm not staying, member?
Me: Yes I know, I'll come back in a little bit and pick you up.
Quinn: Okay mum.
I speak to teacher on way out and advise of his apprehension this afternoon. She's got it covered.
I return at normal finishing time, 3pm. I am greeted with a beaming little fellow holding the kinder teddy, Maxi Bear. It is Quinn's turn to bring him home for the week. As I sign Quinn out, his teacher tells me he has been fine (as I knew he would), but about 15 minutes ago informed her that he is not staying today.


Monday, April 20, 2009

Kennel Cough


My darling Eddie had developed for himself a case of doggie flu. The vet has him on some medication, along with cough syrup (!) and has recommended he be quarantined (Kennel Cough is highly contagious) with no exercise for 3 weeks. How do I convince Eddie of this?

I'm thinking of making him some chicken soup.

Meanwhile we play a wait and see game with Peppa, our 15 year old Whippet and hope she doesn't get it. Though the odds aren't in her favour...

Saturday, April 18, 2009

Me time

Over the past couple of years I have struggled in finding the right balance between work and parenting (and my own sense of self, squashed in there somewhere). Of course parenting is a full time job, but if I'm honest the amount of quality parenting done in this house when I'm working 3 days a week and stressing about housework and other necessary evils is less than my ideal. A fact that I, compulsive worrier that I am, of course stress about!

In order to unpack this I had to look at the issue from a number of different angles. What do I want? What is reasonable to expect? What am I actually capable of maintaining?

Firstly, I need to work (for the purpose of this post I'm defining work as paid employment outside the home). We bought a house last year. I'm not really a subscriber to the 'I'm a better parent because I work' attitude. I actually think I'd be a more focussed and intentional parent if I didn't work. If I'm honest I would not be working now if we had the means for me to stay at home. But we need my income. My role is incompatible with anything less than 3 days per week, so unless I get another job (unlikely in these uncertain economic times) that will remain unchanged.

Secondly, housework and cooking need to be done. As much as I'd like to blissfully ignore mess and dirt, I can't deny that it bugs me. A lot. That's not to say my house is spick and span, anyone who knows me well can vouch that it is far from it. But I do worry when I feel that it's getting on top of me and there just aren't the hours in the day to make a dent in it. And as much as I can go on at Matt in regards to housework, the facts are that he is of the male variety, they simply don't have the same radar as women and it will never bother him as much as it irks me. Therefore it will never make sense to him when I freak out because the dishwasher hasn't been emptied or there are clothes piling up beside the bed, or our feet stick to the tiles in the kitchen. After 10 years I get that and I'm over having conversations with him about divvying up the household labour, because It Doesn't Work. It bothers me - I notice, it doesn't bother him - he doesn't notice. There's no room for negotiation with a scenario such as this.

So how then do I make this manageable for me and still add value to my children's lives by being a worthy parent? It's not rocket science but this is what I came up with. Below are my essentials, I also engage in many other unmentioned activities but these are the musts, if-I-do nothing-else-list.

1) Plan meals, have ingredients on hand, cook as much as possible in advance. This is especially hard for me seeing as I loathe cooking, but have reaped the rewards of such planning, and it's not to be underestimated!
2) Sit with my children where possible at meal times, even if I don't eat at the same time. I always sit with Mieke and Quinn while they have their dinner but will often wait for mine until Matt is home.
3) Read to the children, every single day. This time (we do it just before bed) is precious. We are giving them our undivided attention, conversing with them, teaching them, holding them. They value this time as much as Matt and I do.
4) Go to bed at a reasonable hour, despite the sink full of dishes and the washing still in machine. I cannot do anything if I don't sleep properly, lack of sleep retards me.
5) Get a house cleaner. Once a week or fornight. She will ensure the toilet is clean and the floors are vacuumed and mopped on a regular basis. I can do the fiddly stuff. I'm earning money, the process of which takes me out of my house for 3 days every week, sometimes more. Might as well use a small portion of it to outsource some duties that I would otherwise be fulfilling.
6) Have regular Me Time. I have realised the true value of this only recently. ME time, not couple time (which is also essential, though completely separate from what I'm talking about here). Time with friends or on my own. I find it rejuvenating after even a couple of hours of coffee and cake with a friend. A swim. A movie. Dinner out. Drinks. A concert. All of these I have done or are on my calendar to do with friends and it fills me with another dimension of joy.
7) Regular exercise - this could also fit into #6, but I wanted to emphasise the exercise as a point worthy of its own number. I mostly walk on my own first thing in the morning but lately it's been me and the Beagle. We got bikes for Christmas last year and I must must must ride mine more often.