Sunday, December 31, 2006

Finishing up the year...

Here's a jumble of pics from the past couple of days just to finish up the year on...

Erik, Luey and Bryn looking rather angelic at the ILs house - listening to one of MIL's menagery of Christmas creatures recite "Twas the night before Christmas..." in mechanically animated form!
Bryn watching another couple of character sing and jiggle about the Snowman who came to life... These two have an invisible lazer connection so they seem to interact, Bryn was totally fascinated!
The dinner table from one end...

And from the other end...

Bryn with a singing, revolving, snowman who lights up in many alternating colours!!!

Bryn, the "Centurian at the gate"...

And, the Centurian on the march!

One of the Christmas presents Nanna and Pa gave Bryn this Christmas. This Japanese hedgehog blares cutesy dance music while toddling across the floor. When he bumps into a wall or other object, he turns himself around and keeps going. All the while lights flash in his rubbery spikes, and on his nose....

Erik getting Pa to help him figure out how a Chrissy present works...

Bryn playing with Erik's indoor basketball hoop that inspired the outdoor hoop purchase the previous day!

I can hardly believe I've been doing this blog for nearly a year! it's been a fantastic year, and I will always remember 2006 fondly!!! Am really excited to be starting a new year tomorrow, and keen to see what it will bring, I have a very good feeling about 2007!!!

Have a Happy and Safe New Year everyone!!!

Friday, December 29, 2006

Thank you, Ganny

A couple of days ago we received a Christmas card from my paternal grandmother, the boys' "Ganny" (as she likes to be called). Along with the card, Ganny sent $60, twenty per boy, for them to spend as they wished - as a Christmas present. So, we conferred and decided to see if the money wouldn't buy a decent basket ball hoop (that didn't need to be attached permanently to some building structure). I should say, the inspiration for this purchase was another Christmas present that Erik received this christmas of a smaller stand alone hoop which he has standing on a table in his room - after trying that out, he wanted a BIG one! We went to Toys'r'Puss and found this stand alone hoop, and it's been a marvellous purchase!!!

First a couple of cute pics of my littlest chappy who can't shoot hoops that high yet...


Just looking cute...


And the latest milestone, "RUNNING Bear"...

And now the bigger boys shooting hoops, and I'm proud to tell you all I didn't have to hunt through all the shots looking for one of each boy getting a ball into the basket, both of them seem to have a lot of natural ability - especially considering they've NEVER played before and the hoop is twice Luey's height, and they're only 7 and 5!




Pretty cool, huh?

Wednesday, December 27, 2006

Bryn was a funny little elf last night (fittingly for Christmas Day night). He slept for a couple of hours and then decided that was a very nice "nap" and toddled out to join Dave and I out in the lounge. He wasn't interested in feeding back to sleep but instead chose to amuse himself among his toys... Here he is balancing ON his trolley, something he decided was far more interesting than pushing the thing around - he decided that about a week ago... The cheeky bugger thought it was hilarious that mum was trying to convince him to get down, AS IF HE would fall out of the trolley, no way, not him!

Then he decided to listen to his trumpet music with "Bubba Disa"...

Does Bubba D look a bit horrified by Bryn's grip on her, or is it just my imagination???

Taking Bubba D for a walk... Supporting her head, of course, such a good little dadda!

Looky, Bubba D has an ear, just like little dadda! Here Bryn is saying "Eeer"

Telling Bubba D about his train...

Giving Bubba D a comforting huggle...

And then we move right along to today when my bro Mike came over for a belated Chrissy dinner... Here he is talking to Erik about Erik's new Batmas figurine...

Bryn showing everyone that Santa prefers trikes to sleighs these days...

Erik playing with his Bat Jet...

Luey playing with his Bat Mobile....

Luey showing Uncle Mike HIS Batman figurine....

Monday, December 25, 2006

More Christmas Day pics...

Ok, I'm just slightly addicted to taking photos of my boy, in fact, I think it's fair to say there are now more photos per month of age for Bryn than there ever were for Erik, and well poor little Luey missed out entirely despite being a particularly sweet little golden haired cherub (it was just that we didn't have a decent camera for much of his babyhood)... So here are more (boring to you possibly but gorgeous to me) pics of the Bryn boy...

This photo would strike horror into the heart of one of my closest friends who won't let her somewhat older children watch The Simpsons because she feels they're psychologically harmful to children. I think Bryn's biggest "thing" here was actually sitting in "mum's chair", rather than watching The Simpsons per se. He loves to scramble into *my* chair whenever I get up to do something, and then sits there with a huge Cheshire Cat grin on his face when I come back...

Lately I've been thinking of getting Bryn's hair cut. Then I see a photo like this and think there is just no way I can do it. His hair is so beautiful and delicate, do I REALLY care that people think I'm trying to turn him into the girl I don't have???

And one from Bryn's Christmas bath, I love the "movement" in the splash with the droplets shooting up and outward... Also the curl on his crown was cute... I was standing a metre away and he STILL managed to splash my camera, eek!!!

Here we go a chuck chuck chucking... Fala la la lala la la

Some pics taken over the past few days...

First lot are from the Summer Solstice, Dec 21st, Luey, Bryn and I did some last minutes Christmas baking, while Erik had his last day at school. In the pic with the wooden spoon, Bryn is looking less than festive because instead of taking him out of his highchair as he'd asked me, I handed him a kitchen utensil, and a dirty one at that, geez mum can be dense at times!!!






This next lot was taken from Christmas Eve, this is when we celebrate Christmas in this household. So, USUALLY we have a feast of triple smoked Ham and candied potatos and Champignon cream sauce. I say usually, because instead of the usual, I decided it would be interesting to mix things up a bit by spending Christmas VOMITING and feeling far too nauseas to be baking up a feast... And before anyone jumps to any conclusions, NO I'm not pregnant - despite the fact I haven't vomited in about 12 years (yea, not through three pregnancies)... The irony of being nausea YET AGAIN at Christmas despite not being pregnant was not lost on me though... It seems like this happens every second year - I'm blaming all you pg women I know, you've all made me vomit by proxy, damn you!!! So, anyway, no pics of feasting for Christmas Eve but we still managed to open some pressies before I had to go talk to the porcelain gods before dragging myself off to bed for the night...






And that brings us to today, I was feeling a darn site better today, so more pressie opening, and the Bryn entertained up with his news game. He has discovered dribbling, no no, not the kind of dribbling you see all over his tops in every photo, but dribbling a "ball" - in this case a BBQ shapes box - with his feet. He chucks said "ball" on the ground and then kicks it along while chanting "doh it, doh it" (throw it, throw it)! We believe we may have a sporty one here...






Oh, and if you think Bryn seems to be having a lot of changes, it's because he is. What with dribbling (the regular kind) and other baby messes, he seems to be changing outfits two or three times a day at the moment, and people think newborns needs lots of changes...

All the boys did well this year, the bigger boys got Batman vehicles and figurines, and Yugio boards (for Yugio card dueling games), as well as books, puzzles and sprts gear..

Bryn's toys were nearly all wooden, by chance, not design... He got a couple of great wooden 3D puzzles, books, a Thomas roundhouse, golden Thomas, and books, as well as some farm animals that he's been parading back and forth over the coffee table...

And we haven't even been to Nanna and Pa's yet, as today's Christmas lumch was postponed till next weekend so I could recover from yesterday...

One final note... Because careful what you plan on manifesting. A couple of weeks ago, I decided I WOULD be under 70kg by Christmas... Then after my birthday I was eating pretty crappily and not exercising as much, and of course wasn't going to get to under 70kg that way... Anyway, after a day of vomiting everything I consumed, I weighed myself last night, just for fun, and yup, I weighed 69.9kg... I told the Universe I wanted to weigh in under 70kg for Christmas and the Universe obliged - was a bit of a rough method though, seriously...

Thursday, December 21, 2006

Tales of Bryn


Tale Nr.1 - Bryn has been getting a bit rough of late and thinks it's dead funny to slap people in the face and see their shocked looks of horror! He giggles with great delight, and the more you tell him it hurts, the harder he laughs... Until this afternoon... This afternoon he slapped his equally slap-happy but ultra sensitive big brother Luey (that'll learn the little redhead for saying, all these months, "I don't care if he hits me, it doesn't hurt! It's funny!!!")... Bryn got Luey a good one, right in the eye... Luey was NOT a happy camper, and burst into LOUD tears, and at first Bryn just looked a little confused... Then he starts going, "Doh, doh, doh, doh..." which, I guess, meant something like, "Why are you crying??? I didn't hit you that hard!" But Luey was fairly insistent that it had HURT!!! So, then I say to Bryn, "Why don't you give Luey a huggle and make it better" - I really didn't think Bryn would, but Voila! He did! Luey still was happy and Bryn was looking more confused than before, and eventually the bottom lipp started to quiver and he started crying him... I suggested again that he try to hug Luey and again he did, this time Luey hugged back and seemed a bit happier. Bryn was also a bit happier, and spontaneously hugged Luey again and again until Luey was smiling! Today Bryn learned the power of GIVING hugs (as opposed to GETTING hugs)...


This is Bryn on his newly inherit Little Tikes trike (inherited from Luey, who inherited it from Erik)... He's allowed to have it in the house, as I don't want him taking off down the footpath just yet, and he's thrilled to bitS... See the mark on his nose? That brings us to tale number 2...

Bryn tale Nr. 2 - 'Scuse me to all who have heard this already... The other morning I was cleaning up and the smaller boys were playing around the house when I heard Bryn cry out in obvious pain, and the Luey exclaim, "I didn't do it, I didn't do it!!!" I went to investigate, gave Bryn a comfort feed, and all seemed better, couldn't feel any bumps on his head and all his fingers were intact. A while later I'm chatting with Bryn and I notice a big scrape on his nose, it looks kind of raw and sore. Then I discover the CHEESE GRATER on the kitchen countertop, where Luey has obviously put it to get it out of Bryn's reach (Bryn had helped himself to it out of the lower kitchen cupboard where it USED to be stored... The boy had GRATED his nose, ouch!!!

Bryn tale Nr. 3 - Every morning and afternoon that we go to drop Erik off to school and pick him up we pass the crossing guard, Sam... Sam is a very friendly guys and says hello to each person in turn, and he never forgets to say hello to Bryn who he seems quite enchanted with (probably because I wear him on my back in the Ergo)... The thing is, Sam seems to think Bryn is a girl (calls him Little Miss all the time). So anyway, when he didn't see Bryn yesterday he asks, "Where's my girlfriend today?" to which I replied, "Oh, your girlfriend is a BOY!" to which he replies, "He to beautiful to be a boy!!!"... Ah, I used to get offended when people said this about Luey (no one every mistook Erik for a girl, his head was too big, hahaha), but these days I juat have to laugh at the silly notion that only girls can be beautiful...

Tuesday, December 19, 2006

Sorting stuff out...


Here you can see *some* of the stuff we packed up for storage in the garage in the past three days - there was about twice this much, once the laundry was emptied (my dryer is FINALLY IN my laundry!!!).

This is the stuff we're donating to charity. I feel a bit silly donating this to strangers when I know so many people either pregnant or trying to get pregnant, but everyone I know has enough of their own stuff, so hopefully this stuff will bless people who can't afford much and don't have much... It feels a bit funny FINALLY letting go of the baby stuff, but yk, each time I hear of a new friend getting pregnant, I realise I'm not having that same sense of yearning I had after Luey, when I just *knew* I still had to have Bryn. I guess my time of having babies is really and truly done with... I know there are a few of you out there who won't believe me when you read this, but well, I guess time will tell...

And here is the stuff we've chucked, and no, the job isn't complete yet, Dave hasn't even started on the study (though I'm beginning to wonder if he'll get that done by the time Graham picks up the skip tomorrow, I just have this sinking feeling it won't get done and it will be the one remaining eye sore in this house going into the New Year... I have to laugh when I see this pic, because Dave swore up and down we would NEVER fill a 3 cubic metre skip, and that I was mad for wanting to get a skip at all.... Yeah, ahem, uhuh Dave... (just nod and smile as my Aunty Syta would say)...

In other news, the honeymoon is over at school. E's teacher had to have a little chat with Dave yesterday afternoon about E taking things that weren't his. She didn't call it stealing, in fact, she implied that he seemed to think everything was community property instead, and that he just didn't seem to realise that he had to ask first if he wanted something (I, personally, think he did probably realise he should ask but preferred not to so that he didn't have to deal with the other person refusing his request). Yesterday he'd been found putting food from the Christmas party into his school bag, which he claimed he was taking to give to his brother at home... It was the third such incident.

Dave and I had a conversation with him yesterday and basically said to him that if this continued the school might decide to suspend him, or even expell him and if that happened we would NOT be enrolling him in another school. So, basically if he continues to take things without clearing it with the owner first, he would be choosing NOT to go to school, and rather stay home. He didn't like the sound of that...

I'm mortified. There is NO WAY he doesn't understand what he's doing. And, before anyone says, "Why don't you just explain to him how bad it is for the person he steals from and how it's not legal", etc. and so forth, let me just say, Dave and I have NEVER pussy footed around on this subject. We haven't just let it go, or let him think it's ok, or any such thing... He doesn't steal because he's deprived of lollies or toys or any such childhood delights, he is NOT deprived - certainly we don't indulge every day, but then again I happen to think that is a very irresponsible practice in it's own way...

Sometimes I feel so hopeless! By that I mean, sometimes I feel that DESPITE all that I try as a parent, and I don't just sit on my hands whining about stuff, I really DO DO things to find a resolution, that I'm just trying to hold the tide back...

I was recently at the receiving end of some well meant but pointedly accusing advice on my relationship with my boys as well as on how best to raise them (a way I found profoundly disrespectful on the sensient human condition past the cognitive age of about three - the advice was fine for babies, but not for older kids)...

I felt very judged by this other person, who had completely misread my relationship with my boys, and had furthermore transferred onto all of us her own anxieties. I have anxiety about my child, but not that particular BRAND of anxiety, I guess... After much reflection, I decided that this person had granules of truth wrapped up in layers of transference. That said, I also realised that people DO still judge parents on how their children behave, and if the parents are being judged for other reasons (not living up to the expectations of said judge in other areas), then this likewise becomes transferred to the child...

My kids just AREN'T like a lot of kids out there... I was thinking about this in the shopping mall the other day when I saw seemingly dozens of families with three kids, and for some weird reason all the kids were holding adults/parents hands, or at least walking calmly with their parents... Dave and I have tried everything, talking, letting go, yelling, smacking, bribing, listening, and still our boys either run 10 metres ahead of us, or lag 10 metres behind us... Even when they walk with us, they weave in and our of us, hop, pirouette, crawl (not talking about Bryn now), and walk backwards. They swing their arms around like helicopter propellors, they drag on our clothing or the pram, or the trolley... They just don't seem capable of walking upright at a moderate pace...

Likewise, I can't help but feel, somewhere deep down, that it's not really going to matter what I do with E and this thing he has with taking stuff without seeking permission. I'm not saying I'm giving up. I want it to stop, but I have a niggling suspicion it will only stop when HE decides it's no longer something he is going to do. I can try and MAKE it something he doesn't want to do, but while he still sees things that he wants and still feels the impulse to just "take", there isn't going to be much I can say or do to stop him just going with the impulse.

Which does make me wonder... I was, rightly or wrongly, diagnosed with ADD 15 years ago, could it be he is showing the same impulsive symptoms? This impulsiveness is definitely much stronger in E than in L, in fact, L, while still openly expressing his desires, shows a strong ability to control his imuplses and also shows an understanding of the benefits of doing so...

Sorry for this looooooooong post...

Teenagers and the failing parent...