The Story Of Us 1

Friday, November 13, 2009

New address

Some of you may have noticed that my blog is not updating on blog rolls. I am not sure why it is happening and I have no idea how to fix it (I know it is most likely something simply but I am stumped and it was easier to move addresses then spend a whole heap of time figuring it out). I had been meaning to change my blog address to something not so personal for a while now and so this was the little push that I needed.
So you will now find me at
http://www.ourlifeslittlestories.blogspot.com/
See you over there soon!

Monday, November 9, 2009

Season is open.

Cray-fishing season that is. Eden alone with Levi, Jarom and Brett all headed off to Eddystone point to welcome in the new season. Apparently so did alot of other anxious recreational fishermen. I think they got twelve between them, with both Eden and Levi getting their bag limit.

Eden said that he wished he had a chef to cook his seafood when he brought it home. I thought, 'Thanks, my cooking is obviously not good enough.'

I thought I would try something different so I made a paella with fresh crayfish and abalone vaguely following these instructions..

Eden said that he takes back the wishing for a chef comment and it was one of his favorite ways to have crayfish.

I think this little man liked it too.

Monday, November 2, 2009

Blogging catch up- Photos with cousins (my favorites)

While I was visiting family we thought it would be a good idea to get some photos of the cousins. Me being the dag that I am made matching skirts and shorts for the little ones. But they did look so cute running around all matching (I know, big dag).

We had a couple of cameras set up with different lenses on each to save the hassle of changing. Scarlett has already posted alot of photos but I thought I would share some my favorites.

Isn't matching cute. Do you think Eden would mind if our little family dressed matching?

My Little Man decided to make poo pies, much like your traditional mud pies just made with fresh sticky (and still warm) swan poo.

The crew.

Malachi getting some lunch.

Tug-o-war.

Our very pretty girls

The crew hard at work doing some heavy lifting.

No wonder they have three kids in three years

(I love the kids faces)

Cousin love

(Look how she is gently holding his little hand)

My Angel Baby

Monday, October 26, 2009

I figured it out!!!

In mum circles all over the world conversation often lead to the topic of trying to be a supermum but finding the task all too challenging. As a mum I want to be SUPERMUM! Don't we all? And what child does not want their mum to be able to fly around with a flashy shiny cape? So after much strategising and trying various methods I have finally done it. I have finally figured out how to be a supermum!

I think I may have just single handedly put an end to many mothers group conversations where mothers come together and 'brainstorm' strategies and action plans devoted completely to the topic of 'how to be a supermum.' (Maybe I should write a book.)

I have to say that becoming a supermum does take a bit of practice. But hey, if I can do it then anybody can.

Important note on being a Supermum

Supermums should not be mistaken for a woman that can do it all. You know the ones that have perfect children, prefect houses, perfect husbands, never fall behind on the washing, grow all their families fresh produce, home school, are 'yummy mummies' that never have a hair out of place or a snot trail down the front of their shirt, bake bread, sew all their families clothes, are often being sort out for advice on how to have the perfect marriage, are the president of the P&C, only use organic, serve in various charitable organisations, are the first to drop a meal off to a friend in need, can run a marathon, have their own thriving mummyprenur business, make their own soap, are advisers to the prime minister, the UN, and Oprah, read three books a week, prepare perfectly cooked and balanced meals for their children who eat everything, are often seen in glossy mags with write-ups about their perfect dress sense and trend setting style, are the RS president and still manage to squeezes a night in with the girls every week.

The woman mentioned above does not exist. She is as make believed as Batman and Spiderman.

We are talking about Supermums. They do exist. They are the ones with great children who something (or often) chuck tanties (mum or children) but are still loved, they read three picture books a day, have two sometimes three snot trails down their shirt, conserve natural resources by not using the hairdryer or showering every day, have children who know how to raid the pantry and entertain themselves by playing in the piles of washing that is waiting to be folded. These mummies can often be found in parks playing on the swings, while their children are waiting for a turn. However the easiest way to identify a supermum is to look at her children. If they are happy, laugh often, are loved and know that they are loved (no matter how many times they wake though the night) then you can almost guarantee that their mum is a SUPERMUM!

Another note on being a Supermum.

Half an hour after I solved the age old mystery of how to be a Supermum I was quickly brought back down to earth when Uncle Ricki discovered a big squishy lump on my little man's head. I had no idea when or how it happened (not a very convincing argument for the doctor). Hence the trips to the ultrasound place and the doctor.

HAPPY FLYING SUPERMUMS!!

Monday, October 19, 2009

Blogging catch up- The Show

Earlier this month I packed my two poppets, my brother Max and myself in the car and headed off to the show. In my mind had had a small checklist of essential 'show experiences' that I wanted for the kids. It went like this;

Face painting
Fresh fairy floss on the stick (not the premade stuff in the bag)

Pony ride

Swinging chairs

Merry-go-round

Farris wheel

Baby animals

Seven simple things that are what I picture when I think of a show.

Facepainting, check.

Chloe was so excited when I told her she could get her face painted. She knew exactly what she wanted...a fairy. She sat there perfectly still with her eyes closed while the face painter worked his magic. When she was handed the mirror the smiles said it all.
Fairy floss on the stick, check.

I wanted the kids to have real freshly spun fairy floss not the compact stuff that is premade in the bags that has way too much coloring in it. However all I could see was the same bags and buckets of pink, blue and yellow fairy floss hanging from all the stalls. As we made our way to the very back of the show we spotted the big silver bowl with an older couple who freshly spun the sugar for you once you placed your order.

Lachie was a bit slow to warm to it. Chloe loved it, Max wanted it. It took some coaxing to get her to share.

Pony ride, check.

When Chloe saw some ladies on horses doing dressage and whispered in my ear, "Can I please have a ride on a horse?" I was more than happy to oblige. She sat up so tall, proud and full of confidence, if only her Pa could have seen her on her first ever horseback ride.

I was disappointed with the rides at the show. There wasn't the traditional swinging chair ride, merry-go-round or Ferris wheel. It was all bright lights and whizzing carriages, and loud music with nothing impressing Max or Chloe.
The last essential show experience on my list was baby animals. Chloe and Lachie were both happy to see the animals but would have liked it better if they could have had a pat.
Of the seven things on my list I was able to check off three however I think Chloe loved it anyway and Max was just happy to get out of the house.

Sunday, October 18, 2009

Hanging out looking for faries

You know it has been a while since you last blogged when your loyal readers drop comments like, "You haven't blogged in a while," or "I keep checking your blog and there is nothing new." (Thanks Vienna, Scarlett and Eden for your devotion to my little space here).

So a little while back I went 'home' to visit with my family for a couple of weeks. Mostly we just enjoyed each others company and chatted (in the way that only sisters and mothers/daughters can) while we pretended to watch the kids.

For me it was the perfect way to spend time with my family. My two poppets got to spend lots of time with their cousins (sometimes too much at the end of a long day with five, sometimes six, little ones three and below living under the same roof). They loved that their cousins have a fun backyard with toys that they can only dream of. Chloe especially loved that Aunty Vienna has a magical sprinkler that is the home to baby fairies whoonly come out when you bend down really close and whisper very gently. Unfortunately they never saw any fairies, just lots of water (it was all Vienna's idea, I promise).

No the photo below is not because we told them that there were fairies in the sprinkler just so they would get sprayed in the face (repeatedly, that Aunty Vienna is a nasty piece of work!) The sad faces are because the fairies went to sleep and water stopped coming out of the sprinkler no matter how softly they whispered with their faces pressed up against the hole.

We also went out for tea, a 1st birthday party, did a little bit of shopping, talked to Daddy on the phone nearly every night, had two trips to the Dr and one to the ultrasound place and on some days we went to the park and shared treats.

But mostly we just hung out, my favorite thing to do with my family (it drives Eden crazy).

Ok, so I was a little misleading about Aunty Vienna's solitary role in the whole fairy in the sprinkler thing. I think I had something to do with it, maybe alot. Maybe more then alot as I was the one at the tap end of the hose telling them that the fairies only come out if you get really close. So I too am guilty of misleading my children into thinking that fairies live in sprinklers only so I can spray them (Adalia still asks to play with the 'baby fairies' sprinkler). Vienna has video evidence. In my defence I would like to note that the girls loved it. ~~I can't say I won't do it again.~~

Wednesday, September 9, 2009

Munchy goo

I have wanted to do a story time experience for the kids based around the book Wombat Stew by Marcia Vaughan but the kids beat me to it and decided to do storytime on their own. Wombat stew is a favorite in our home (as I am sure it is in many others) with Chloe requesting that we read it with her often. Yesterday when Eden took the kids outside for a play Chloe and Lachie decided that they wanted to make some of their own Wombat stew, Wombat stew, Gooey, brewy, Yummy, chewy, Wombat stew!

Chloe had filled a bucket up with mud which she announced was her bubbling billy of Munchy Goo. Together she and Lachie had a wonderful time putting more mud in, taking it out and then putting it back in again.

I have been a bit slow to introduce Lachie to the gumboot as I wasn't sure how he would go with stiff big boy shoes but he had no problems walking in them at all. He loved them and was quite pleased with the stomp, stomp, stomp noise he could make as he walked. However I think the fact that we let him splash through the puddles to his hearts content was what he loved best. I think he may have even liked that more then the munchy goo.

So while the Wombat Stew Storytime did not contain the activity that I had been planning and happened in the reverse order (we read the book, again, after a warm bath) I think it turned out better as it was child initiated and directed.