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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 his security blanket... Then on Friday morning, he was quietly watching Playschool when the young thingy thing came into our house to do the house inspection, and the next thing Dave and I knew, Bryn had retrieved his pack pack from his shelves. So, I'm going to concluded he assumed she was here to play with his toys again... It's kind of cute, and also it shows his ability to adapt, and it has prevented him from losing his cool over people touching his stuff (something he'd done on other occassions), he's found a way to keep something just for him, while sharing his other stuff without losing his cool. Pretty clever, I think!

The other thing he does that never fails to crack a smile on my face is when I ask him to do something or come to me, and he goes, "Hangnong..." rofl... Not only is the word "hangNong" too cute for words, but it's the fact that he's pick up on this thing I do, just trying to finish a though or a sentence before being reefed away into someone else's experinece...

Seminaring...
I have this dream that I will write books, fiction and non-fiction, and also I'll go on a seminar circuit and talk to people about personal power and choice etc. So, I did this talk at BaBs about attachment theory, but also about the biological drive for attachment and bonding and how science in now discovering what intuitive practice has previously assumed - that babies are sensient from before birth (from the third trimester, in fact, they are able to store experiences as memories)...

I probably babbled way too much, and was probably trying to fit too much information into too short a time, and I'm sure I was not telling most of the listeners anything new, and yet I know that for one or two people it was new and hopefully useful information, and they did get something out of what I said... It felt really good to be able to talk about something I'm so passionate about, something I've been studying for nearly a decade now... Oh, and I can highly recommend Robin Grille's latest book - Heart to Heart Parenting: Nurturing your child's emotional intelligence from conception to school age... It's available at Dymocks in paperback for $35 at the moment...

Writing...
I've been in a bit of a slump with regard to my writing this past month (since my laptop decided to belly up), it's a source of stress to me, and to be completely honest, I feel like I've lost my story a bit, or lost the enthusiasm for it. But then mum sent me a book called "A Passion for Narrative" yesterday, and it's really helped to get those juices flowing a bit, and also to support my personal writing habits - which don't sit too well with the academic process of writing, and have caused me to feel somewhat useless and unco-ordinated as a writer...

Pregnancy...
I'm 20 weeks now, and this week I've felt the baby moving several times every single day. It's both reassuring and weird... I know that bubs can now hear my voice and it's making me feel very self-conscious about what I do with my voice. I tend to want to yell far to much at the kids when they annoy me, and unfortunately, I let them annoy me a lot. I try to be a lot more Zen about the whole parenting gig, but to be honest, I AM already being a lot more Zen about it than I was, even 6 months ago, and that was more Zen than 6 months before that... So, part of me is wondering if this isn't just about as good as I get??? I managed to get some really nice clothes for Leo this last week (on layby, as I'm particularly cash poor atm). Some stuff from PureBaby and Tiny Tribe that I'm really, really happy with. Maybe I'm a clothes snob, I don't know, but the most nearly all of the infant stuff at Target and such like shops turns me off, boys stuff that is, there is some cute girls stuff, and just yesterday I discovered some way cute organic stuff there (in the girls section, because boys obviously aren't into environmental awareness, don't you know - might have to layby if there is anything left next fortnight)... Also found Bryn a GORGEOUS fluro striped hoodie (in the girls section) which he and I immediately fell in love with - gosh I wish I could upload pics from my camera to Dave's computer and show you guys!...

Birthday season...
Has begun! Luey's birthday is in three and a half weeks, Erik's in five weeks and Bryn's in 10 weeks - though the way Bryn is talking you'd think his birthday was next week. Bryn has already told me that for his birthday he'll be having a Bob the Builder Cake (totally his idea) and he's inviting, Archie and Jennifer, Ariane and Hugo, Liam and Sienna and Jayne, and Erik and Luey can come too... Meanwhile, I've booked the big boys' joint party at the local indoor sports centre for the 6th of July (Erik's birthday) and now I've just got to hope and pray that all their wishlist of friends won't be going away for holidays when the party is on... This is the big party year because next year I'll be focused on Leo's first birthday...

One thing in, one thing out rule...
I was introduced to this idea yesterday while watching Oprah (no, honestly, I DON'T watch Oprah as much as my blog might imply, but anyway...)... O had some party planner guy on her show, and was, at one point, talking about some of the "rules" he sets for himself to keep his life in order and, for him, happy and flowing. One thing he said that has started the cogs chugging for me, is the idea that in his wardrobe, if he buys a new suit, he gives an old suit to someone who needs it more. Thereby not simply accumulating masses of the same thing. I imagine, though he didn't go into it, that this means he feels there is an "ideal" number of every item he actually needs, and so he sticks to that number. Like maybe a limit of four suits, 8 shirts, etc... This has blossomed in my imagination because I have a terrible habit of acumulating more clothing than I need or even want, but I always seem to think, "Well, I might want to wear that again one day"... Maybe if I set myself a strict numbers rule for clothing items I could force myself to think twice before buying new items, particularly because I do tend to wear the same three pair of pants, two skirt, and five tops over and over, only ever occassionally wearing one or two other items, and the rest just clutters up my wardrobe...

And maybe this could work in other areas of my life too...

Well, that about sums it up for this blog, hope to have something more interesting for people to read next time...

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