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This blog is becoming a bit of a personal diary, but...

Oh well, I guess I must just be going through a stage of wanting to jot down what's going on in my life... So here are some more disjointed thoughts and occurences...

Bryn's Quirks...
Two things Bryn is doing at the moment that make me smile... Firstly, in recent days, he's taking to lugging his Cars back pack (which he calls his Tars Pack Pack) everywhere he goes... It started on Wednesday when he took it to BaBs, which he does each Wednesday, because I like to pack it with activities with him so he doesn't dissolve into a screaming pile of boredom (which he ususally does after two hours anyway - both he and I are HANGING out for him to get a spot in the creche across the hallway during BaBs, next term hopefully!)... Anyway, on Thursday, when our house was overrun with friends for my All Things Indian morning tea, I think Bryn realised that while the kids could, and were, getting into all his other toys, he had no access to the stuff in the pack pack, so it became h…

The definition of brave...

Hmmm, what a funny thought, that a woman who chooses to homebirth should be a brave woman... I read this today, that is, someone being told they must be brave for having a homebirth, and it made me laugh - at first - because, having had three hospital births (none of which were particularly "bad"), I would say I needed to be much braver then than I've needed to be this time around...

With my first birth, I knew very little about anything pregnancy and birth related and I fully trusted the hospital staff to take care of all that was needed to safely see my baby in my arms. I started begging for an induction when I was 10 days past my EDD, and was granted one four days later. When the massive pains of the induced labour hit, I soldiered on for two hours then asked for gas and sucked it like no tomorrow for a further two hours because saying I was ready for an epidural (kind of like, "Waiter, we're ready for coffees now...")... I was advised to try the peth…

Period...

Bugger, just lost a big post, stupid keyboard!!!

Ok, so starting again...

I want to talk about monthly bleeding, LOL, yes I see some of you skulking away right now, I understand! Really I do! For most of our society periods are something to loathe, something that is painful and inconvenient, something for the major sanitary products producers to spend millions on making less of a "problem" and more comfortable to endure...

That is one way our society views the humble, or mighty - depending on how you experience it -, period.

Other pockets of society view the monthly (or so) bleed as something to be honoured and revered, a time to connect spiritually with the woman's place in the circle, or should that be cycle, of life. Bleeding every few weeks is a great sign of fertility (except for those women for which it is not because they, unfortunately, don't ovulate)...

Two very different views on these times of bleeding. One where bleeding is an act of war from a woman's…

Just a bit of a general update...

It occurred to me last night that while many of you readers out there (of my blog that is) know me elsewhere and might generally be aware of the happenings in my day to day life, a few of you only know me through this blog, and so it might be time to do a little update on my life atm...

Baby Stuff...

~ We found out last Monday that our baby is a boy :). Yes, after all that effort and hoping and whatnot, we still managed to conceive a boy. I still believe in all the good that a-gender does, btw, not blaming them at all... In fact, I've just decided that Dave's girl sperm must be slightly "special" and swim in circles, and so even though there were probably only about a million boy sperm in the vicinity of the egg at the time of ovulation (instead of the billion that might otherwise be there without a-gender intervention), these boy sperm made a bee line for the egg, while the girl sperm happily swam in circles oblivious to the "action" taking place just millim…

"I wouldn't go so far as to call it an attachment disorder..."

These were the words that came out of the mouth of the specialist Paed. I took Erik to see today...

How funny, me, the attachment parenting mum, hearing these words used to describe her first born...

Now before everyone jumps to mine or Erik's defense, I need to say, I agreed with everything the Paed. said. The 45 minute appointment we were meant to have, ended up being 1.5 hours long. He didn't rush it at all. First he talked to me about why I was there (while Erik played in another room), then he brought Erik in and had a chat with him about school and what he liked about school, and didn't like, and what his teacher was like, and what his friends were like and so on... Then he did some measurements of height and weight, and palpated Erik's stomach, and listened to his heart, and tested his BP, and then he sent him back out to play and we talked some more.

He noted that Erik is very intelligent, very sensitive, a visual thinker (all things I already know). He also …

An Epiphany...

Well, I LOVE the musical Annie (such a dag, I am), and of course, I couldn't let today go by without posting this vid... Those who know the meaning behind my chosen baby names will also see another layer to this song, LOL... Oh and youtube have some fantastic soundtrack versions of this song, but I felt this quiet movie version was most heartfelt...

He carries the Nason fainting gene...

Had an incident this morning where Bryn pitched a Poke-ball at Luey and split his lip (Luey kind of had it coming, for having been pushing Bryn around, but was obviously in a lot of distress)... So, I get a wet flannel for him to press against his barely bleeding lip and he has that on for about 15 minutes and then is standing in front of the fire place, and suddenly he falls forward and lands on his face on the floor.

At first I thought he'd tripped over his own foot, but then looking at the position of his arms down by his side as he lay on the floor bawling, I realised he hadn't even attempted to break his fall, so he must have passed out...

Like the wonderfully compassionate mumma that I am, I burst out laughing...

Yes, that's right - shame on me...

The thing is, I recognised that he'd inherited the "post cut involuntary shock" syndrome that has affect my dad and myself all our lives. It's completely involuntary and has nothing to do with being afraid o…

When Chemists give advice about something they obviously know nothing about...

Had to change a $50 today to take a cab home with the boys after several delays. Decided to take the opportunity to pick up some slippery elm caps at the chemist to see if that might help with my pregnancy reflux.

Get the head chemist (some old codger in a green chemist jacket, hmmm, on second thoughts, maybe the great jacket actually meant he was a TRAINEE chemist, you know, under equal opportunity and all that jazz). Ask for the slippery elm, and he goes and gets if for me, and proceeds to tell me to take it between meals, and before bed for three months and then I should be able to slowly wean from it. I pointed out it was for pregnancy reflux (as he obviously just thought I was FAT), and asked if I wouldn't need to take it throughout... Well, that changed things a little, and then he says...

"You know, Blackmores makes a great pill, the morning after pill, it's similar to slippery elm and is good for morning sickness too"...

Oh yeah, the MORNING AFTER PILL wil…

Good to have that cleared up...

Bryn is standing by the kitchen gate this evening watching Dave serve up dinner and singing, "Me, me, me, me, me, me, me..." - you get the idea...

So, Dave turns to Bryn and says, "Is it all about you, Buddha?"

To which Bryn gleefully replies, "Yes, it's ALL about me..."

Good to know, LOL...

What are we giving our children permission to do?

Another question stemming from that Oprah show I saw the other day...

Demi Moore said that if she had any regrets with regard to her mothering, it was that she wished she'd showed her daughters her weakness; that is that she'd allowed her daughters to see her being upset, and at odds with the world, and then see her sorting it out. She said that what we model for our children in our own lives is what we give our children permission to do. So, for her, it was that she felt she hadn't given her daughters permission to be less than strong and capable at every turn, and in doing so, she'd set them up to believe they had to achieve the impossible.

So, ok, I quite liked this, because I believe strongly in emotional honestly with my children. They have seen me cry and be afraid, and feel lonely and then they've seen be come out the other side and be ok. I agree with Demi that this is kind of important. If to our kids we're always coping, and always at the top of ou…

Do you love life?

Was watching Oprah yesterday (as am prone to do when virtually computerless - 1 hour a day just doesn't count for me, lol)...

She was doing a mother's day show, with Maria Shriver (sp?) aka Mrs Terminator interviewing Demi Moore (not one of my favourite people, though I guess I like her a little more after seeing that interview, but generally in the past she's struck me a bit of a cold fish), on mothering, and what it is - for her - to be a mother, and how her relationship with her own mother impacted on how she is as a mother for her own children.

There was also an interview with Vanessa Williams and her mother, about their relationship and how that has affected VW in her approach to parenting.

Of course, I saw paralells between both these actor's relationships with their mothers and my relationship with my own mother, and with my children as well...

Someone, I think VW's mum, said the greatest gift you can give your child is modelling for them a love of life.

This go…

Lying, stealing, and broken computers...

Dear me, it's been a long time since I blogged and this is mainly because the things I have to blog about are not necessarily things I want to have to think about too much...

In the Weekend Australian Magasine last weekend there was an article titled, "Why children lie, and why it might be a good sign" - or something like that, I'm far to self-involved at the moment to go rifled through Dave's study to find the exact title.

Now Dave doesn't usually by The Australian, as he's a confirmed The Age reader. However, lying is something we deal with a lot in our house, and so he thought it might be a helpful read.

In a way it was helpful.

It wasn't really about small kids, though it started with small kids, and with how, in our society these days, there is a tendency to want to put an innocent face on lying in 3 and 4 year olds. We want to say, "The child doesn't understand what lying is, or that it is harmful."

It's funny, I've often sai…