29 April 2010

Sick Day

Today is not a great day. Nor was it preceded by a good night. Sick baby. Then I began to feel sick and from about 3.30am, very sick. Today we're all staying in our PJs. My essay must be completed by tomorrow night to swap for peer review.... So it will just get done to the best of my ability.

Today I wish my job had sick pay. Or I could call a temp to cover for me.

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23 April 2010

busy busy


Gosh, I’ve been quite busy in the last week or so.

I have two huge assignments for different subjects due on the same day. One of them, an essay, is worth 70%. Not only that, we have to submit it to a peer group for review before the due date and hand that review in as well, all by the due date. I’m attempting to get up earlier than baby O, but some days I only get 15 minutes of work done and he wakes up. Poor Itay, we hardly ever get to have a conversation. M gets in to bed at 8pm and from then until just after 10pm I’m on the computer, working away.

Work. It hasn’t happened yet and to be honest, I’m starting to feel a little worried. My start date was meant to be at some stage over the last two weeks. Then we were meant to have a training session yesterday, a day I don’t have care for the kids. I want to be a good employee, so I managed to book the kids in for “emergency care” at Kindy and asked work just to let me know by 6pm on Wednesday afternoon, so I could confirm with Kindy. Since then, I’ve had no contact. I sent a text, no reply. So I have invested time, money and emotional energy in to settling O in to day care. I’ve had my hair cut and coloured and dug out all my work clothes in an attempt to feel ready to face the world, to put on my employee hat. Now I just feel a bit silly and a lot worried. I’m worried it won’t happen at all.

I applied for another job yesterday and will get back on that wagon, in the moments I’m not writing essays and creating ePortfolios in PowerPoint.

Speaking of O and Kindy, he’s doing OK. He’s not in love with the place and cries cries cries when I leave him. But he seems slightly happier when I pick him up. I’ve only left him for a maximum of four hours so far. He’s been sleeping and eating for them and taking a tiny (and I mean a few sips) of the formula there.

The girl and Kindy. Well, guess what? After two years and a few months, M has finally stopped crying when I leave her at Kindy. She even skipped in to Kindy on Wednesday! What a relief!

O had a fall on Sunday evening and gashed his eyebrow open. Neither Itay nor I actually saw what happened, however his cut was deep enough to warrant a visit to Emergency. The care he received was excellent and in less than half an hour his eyebrow was glued up, they’d given me a sandwich and just asked us to stay a little while so they could observe him. He’s fine, he was a brave little guy and all is well.

So, a long weekend, huh? ANZAC Day. I’ll be trying to get in as much Uni time as possible but with the usual swimming lessons, a play date (Our first! M has been missing her little friend C terribly so I called his mum and arranged to meet with them in the park on Saturday), a birthday party down the coast and a dinner out... I hope I get some done.

We don’t usually attend a dawn service, although we could easily wake up the girl and go. Are you going to a service?

19 April 2010

point & shoot

We had a huge day of adventures on Saturday,
and this was one of the gorgeous little moments.
M insists on dressing up every time we leave the house
 (and when we stay at home!)
so this was the outfit for swimming lessons,
driving to the rainforest,
lunch and a birthday party.

17 April 2010

Saturday Adventures

M, toy bucket on head at the birthday party!

Today, this is what we did.
One midnight poo, one night feed, one late wake up (6.20am). Pack picnic, snacks, swimming stuff, toys, four people ready to go.

Swimming lessons, car swaps. Drive to the rainforest, clean up baby vomit on car seat on a slippery 4wheel drive track. Both kids have a sleep.

Lunch in Byron, meet a friend and her bubba for lunch. Drive to Brunswick for friend’s babies (twins) first birthday party.

Drive home, car swap. Drop in at bottle shop! Feed baby, shower baby, hang out washing, vacuum floor. Prepare a divine prawn pasta dish, everyone eats. Baby goes to sleep, preschooler goes to sleep. Clean up dinner.

Fold washing, tea for me, coffee for hi, a slice of divine home made Coconut, Lime Ginger syrup cake. Uni work for me. Exhaustion.

Lovely, lovely day.

12 April 2010

This little piggy...

She says...
Little Miss Muppet sat on her tuppet, eating her curds and whey.

Square-tangle (rectangle)

The dads on the bus go “gring gring gring” (read read read)

“What’s this, Aba?”

“Roast beef, M.”

“Oh. Pigs eat this.”

“No, I don’t think so, M.” Then he told me the story and I laughed and laughed, because... This little pig went to market, this little pig stayed home. This little pig had roast beef, this little pig had none.... you get the picture!!!

11 April 2010

girls go out


The girl and I had another outing together today. After a pretty terrible few nights and days, we decided it was best for O to sleep at home in his cot on Sunday morning. Itay stayed with him while Ma’ayan and I attended a little birthday party in the park. As we were walking to the car M said “Isn’t it fun to go by ourselves, Mummy?”. Heart breaking moment.

Off we went to the party with our gift, a lovely book wrapped in paper which M had decorated with stickers and stamps. She had a gorgeous time and played so well with the other kids. The dads at the party were “on duty” (pushing the kids on the swings, playing games, supervising the slides) so I was able to relax and chat. Lovely!

M loves her sparkly new party shoes...

10 April 2010

No one said it would be easy...


So if you’re at home with your two beautiful children, and things begin to crumble, what do you do?

The usual suggestions just don’t seem to work. Go for a walk to change the scenery? Nice idea, but the small one will only sit in the pram for a few minutes before turning himself inside out and beginning to cry. Carrying him (he’s tiny, but almost 8kg still becomes heavy after a while!) is not fun. Go outside... good in theory but not so much when outside is covered in spiky debris from the neighbour’s dying trees, mozzies swarming and water oozing out of the trampoline.

Instead, I braved a “threesome” in the shower. With O crying real tears, I bundled us both in the shower, quickly washed us both down and then exited, wrapped him up in a towel and threw a dressing gown on myself. The big girl actually listened to me and arrived in the nudey and jumped in to the shower, playing about for a while by herself. (Yes, water restrictions, I know. But in my distress, I honestly didn’t even think about it.)

O sobbed while I dried and dressed him and then I attempted to feed him dinner, with tears streaming down his face. I paused, had to leave him to sob while I washed the girl and got her safely out of the shower. She dried herself (a new skill) while I continued feeding O his dinner.

Finally, Itay got home. Finally, someone else to hold the baby. Someone else to listen to the girl’s whinging, whining, demands and questions. The baby boy fell asleep quickly, the girl sobbed a bit but off she went (late).

Here I am. I should be working on an assignment. Instead, I’m sipping my green tea with jasmine petals, devouring dark chocolate. Inhaling precious quiet moments, the few moments left in the day.

Because I need to be ready for it all again tomorrow. And maybe tonight. But they are my life, so I am OK with that.

8 April 2010

First for him ~ Treat for her

The little guy had his first morning at kindy today. He was very tired when we arrived, I’m not sure if this was a positive or negative way to be. He cried a tiny bit when I handed him over to the girls, but he was soon distracted by the pretty mobiles hanging outside in the trees.

I called an hour and a half later and he was asleep. He’d actually put himself to sleep, after being not so happy prior to that. When we arrived to pick him up, he was red faced, blotchy and sobbing. I was verging on a similar state. He was OK within about ten minutes and was his usual happy self by the time we arrived home.

Next test, Monday and Tuesday mornings next week. He’d eaten his cottage cheese for morning tea and had a few sips of a bottle (well, cup) of formula. He's OK.

While Ori was experiencing his first time at kindy, Ma’ayan I went on a girls shopping date. We bought a few things we need, like a little bag for Ori, another cup for him and very importantly, some silver, sparkly new shoes for Ma’ayan. We had a doughnut. We visited the kids area at Borders (oh, how I love thee, Borders) and we read books. We bought a few ingredients for lunch and dinner.

Ma’ayan and I have actually spent only a few moments alone together since Ori was born. She kept saying “Isn’t it fun to drop Ori off at the Baby Room, Mum?” On one hand yes, I was enjoying our time together. On the other, I was wishing I’d worn waterproof mascara. My little boy!

But he was OK, and Ma’ayan was happy. We’ll keep at it.

5 April 2010

Feeding my boy


Me and the little guy, feeding.
Sitting under a tree in the park by the beach, Coolangatta.

4 April 2010

Four days


Four days with our little family
Naps (two in one day for me!)
Eating out... sushi and pizza
Playing in the park
Swimming at the beach
Hunting for little chocolate eggs
Our scaredy-cat girl going in to the water by herself, before either of us were ready, and staying in even though it was cold!
The boy laughing and smiling
Tidying up a bit of clutter
Getting through just a little bit of Uni work
Sunshine and rain, at the same time
Delicious home made meals
One more day!

Not so fun... Being a surfer’s wife. I love that he has a passion and that there were actually good waves for him this weekend. Not so in love with the beach nightmare that is a sooky 3 year old who wants her Aba and a very tired but won’t sleep and is literally covered in sand baby, trying to juggle them both and keep them happy... It really was not at all fun.

But fun stuff, family stuff, lovely moments have absolutely outweighed the not so fun. Long weekend bliss. I hope you're having a great long weekend too.