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In desperate need of warmth...

It has to be the cold slowing me up at this point. On the inside I'm all raring to go, wanting to get on with stuff, but for some reason my body and soul just don't want to co-operate. They're on the go slow, and threatening an outright downing of tools...

I'm stuck in some sort of apathetic quagmire.

I'm doing the bare minimum to get by these days, and honestly, I'm not convinced we're "getting by" per se, at all.

I know I've been here before and gotten out of here before, but for the life of me I can't remember how? What did I do to get my mojo back? Where, oh where, is my ZING!

I have a sneaking suspicion it's one of those things where I just have to start. You know, just get up one morning and start doing stuff, even if it means dragging myself around to do them. Oh and I have to actually DO something. Mental work isn't going to be enough.

But see, sunshine always helps with this. Sunshine and warmth and a wide open front do…

Oh no!

Hmmm, I don't know who Bryn has Bern kissing but it's neither D nor
myself because neither of us have coldsore virus! I've gone through
my entire life avoiding the dreaded cold sore like the plague, and now
one of my boys have it! Bugger! Anyone have any experience with
coldsores in littlies - is Zovirax a no-no?

Thoughts on the culture of individualism and entitlement...

Dave and I had quite the heated debate (perhaps it was more of an argument) over and article published in The Age this morning, titled, "Happiness a casualty of meeting demands of me, myself and I" (and let's not even start on the poor grammar of that title in The Age, for shame!!!)...

For those of you who can't be bothered reading the link, in brief (very brief, much better to just read the article than my paraphrasing of it, because, well I'm going to be very subjective here)... A couple of studies have found that women, moreso than men, are less happy with their lives these days than they were 50 years ago, or even 15 years ago. After a bit of tumbling through speculation as to the whys and wherefores of this new low in the benchmark of happiness, the article pretty much ends up blaming our culture of individualism and entitlement for it. That is to say, parents (because parents have the strongest influence on culture) have become so obsessed with conveying …

9 months

So, we're 3/4 of the way through his first, and this is what he's up to:He's 67cm long and 8.1kgsHe sits and recently started turning around in circles on his bottom,
he can scoot forward about 1/2-2/3s of a metre, but doesn't do this
purposefully.He still a gummy shark!We're pretty sure his eyes will stay blue with yellow centres, they
sometimes appear green or grey.His hair is dark honey blonde! (obviously, he has some now)He says, Dadadad, hello, more, and Ah? (which means what? As in, "what
is this?")He uses the up sign regularly now, LOL, but doesn't see the point to
using the milk sign, hahaha!He's happy to spend time with D and the boys for a couple of hours on
Sunday afternoons while mum goes grocery shopping...He started eating two regular meals a day at 8.5 months.You tube puts him to sleep on Dadda every time when booby with Mama
hasn't worked it's magic!His favourite toy is his wooden fishy rattle that we recently bough…

Action and reaction...

A couple of weeks ago, I decided - not for the first time - to stop eating animal products.

Some would call this veganism, but I'm finding that a) being vegan encompasses so much more than what I'm doing. It's not only not eating animal products for whatever reason, but also not consuming ANYTHING animal, which also means medications and cosmetics that were tested on animals, or animal conpanionship for assistance, such as guide dogs - and well, considering that one day I might need a guide dog, I'm not sure I'll ever be vegan in the proper sense of the word. But also, I'm not sure about the whole "no wool" thing, as my main issue is with consuming death, and as far as I know, sheep aren't routine killed for their wool...

Anyway, that wasn't really the point of this blog, but rather all the varied reactions I've experienced from close friends through to strangers...

Changing your diet for something other than life threatening allergies does…

Did YOU ever put yourself in harm's way to spite your parents?

Was talking with D about the idea of taboo and rebellion, particularly in teenagers. Also about parenting styles and choices, and the idea of not being too stricts or making things taboo so your kids won't rebel too badly...

Dave never put himself in harms way to spite his parents, neither did I, and yet we both had very strict parents.

I did get pregnant at 16 years of age, not to spite my parents, rather in the search of love and affection. I started smoking at 12, not to spite my parents, but because I thought the other kids looked cool smoking. I binge drank at 19, at which time I was legally an adult. And I smoked pot for a month when I was 22, because I lived in share accommodation with other pot smokers and I want to do the social thing. In the end, I moved out after 4 weeks because smoking pot all day seemed like a really stupid thing to do...

Dave's teenhood and young adulthood was even tamer than mine.

And yet, I keep hearing, "If you make it taboo, they'l…

First school camp dilemma...

So, Erik's first school camp is due in about two months time. For some reason I thought they might do an overnight camp out at the school or something to ease the kids into it, but no, it's a three day, two night adventure, 45 minutes drive away from here (which translates to something like 4 hours public transport, if there even IS public transport)... Because we don't drive, even though Dave possibly *might just* have his license by then, it would make it pretty much impossible to pick Erik up should he find he doesn't like being away from home that long.

There is a one day option, but the parents have to get the child there and pick the child up afterwards, which is out of the question for us.

The dilemma lies in that Erik has NEVER been away from both Dave and I overnight, and when I took him to Adelaide in April, he got quite teary on the second night becaue he'd been overstimulated so much with the first two long days away from home. He was homesick for Dave…

Language development musings...

Just noting the grammatical differences between iLanguage and Twanguage... That is, the language used my Apple MacIntosh users (iPhone, iPod, iMac users) and Twitter users...

With iLanguage, you simply at the affix "i" to whatever word you want to i-ophise, as well as capitalising the first letter of the word being i-ophised. With Twanguage, you need to supplant the first letter of the word you want to twangophise with the letters "tw"...

So, when using iLanguage you can be an iWanker, but with Twitter you'd be a Twanker...

Another weekly roundup...

Every week is a whirl atm!

This last week included

Flying back from Adelaide last Monday and all the older kids off to school/creche on TuesdayDave's driving lesson and shopping for medications for psoriasis after UV treatment on WednesdayMeeting up with friends on ThursdayGrocery and birthday present shopping on FridayBirthday partying on SaturdayAnd today I've kind of just slothed about the house reading forums and doing the odd shelf tidy and 8 year old delousing head clippering...

Yes, on Friday night I received an SMS from a mum of another child in Luey's class. This woman's child had come home with lice, so she was just letting the class know. It crossed my mind that perhaps we were the only people to get that SMS, LOL. Anyway, so yesterday Dave and I both checked Luey and found baby lice - Dave only found one, but I was sure I saw more (coz, you know, the blind woman is more likely to see them, right?)... Erik, Bryn and Ari are all lice free, so being unwilling…

Mid-Winter

I've made it this far! The coldest part of Winter is ahead, but the end is in sight! It's still a very busy time around here, but with the boys back at school and the Adelaide trip behind me, I do feel a bit freer to breathe.

I have to say, I'm almost greatful for the psoriasis I've been afflicted with this year. It means going to phototherapy three times a week and I think the UV lights may help with my SAD. The SAD has been particularly harsh this Winter but I think that is as a result of being more generally run down.

At the moment, I'm learning to have a lot more sympathy for women who abandon breastfeeding in the early days due to mastitis and cracked nipples. Apart from some very early attachment issues with Erik, I've had a very smooth run with breastfeeding my first three children, but this time around has been somewhat more challenging. First there was the undiagnosed case of mastitis in January. I developed a massive, golfball sixed absess in my …

How does this work???

My mum trying to take a pic with my iphone by looking through the
camera lense (thought it was the view finder)...

And the photo she was trying to take...

Watching our plane pull in...

Waiting at the airport

Rainbow over Jacob Street

Saying g'bye to Jacob...

Before heading to the airport - we'll be Home soon!

And the race is on!

Boys and their toys!

Powering along

You can just see the steam!

1943 steam engine heating up

Luey driving the train!

Ari looking at an old american with Amma

Boomgates up!

Boomgates down!

Luey zooming along with the train!

Zooming along!!!

You can't really see it in this pic but the train is actually blowing
puffs of steam!

120 year old model steam train!

A steam propelled engine saw

It really chips wood (match sticks)!

Lettung off some steam!

Luey the train driver!

Ari is a new train enthusiast!

From the 1890s

The big table top set...

At Pastor Paul's personal train collection!

That Pastor Paul on the floor showing Luey part of his set saying from
the 1890s!

Oh peacock icecream at The Vine Inn!

Restaurant boys

And Ari has decided food is good and he must now eat it every day,
sometimes twice a day! Today's lunch included roast turkey and pumpkin
- nom!

A burger as big as his head!

Luey on Thomas!

Thomas!

At Semaphore Beach at dusk

What do you mean the icecream's finished?

So, we stopped at Semaphore Beach for an icecream and Ari wasn't impressed that the car had stopped amd he wasn't being gotten out of the car, so i bribed him with a little with Old English Toffee... Mmmmmmm, nom, he thought! And this is what happened when he spied me downing the last of the cone...

Waiting to get on Thomas

Luey lost in the fun factory

Jumping castle fun!

Thomas show at the railway museum

You're never too old for Thomas!

Uluru, it is not...

Found in Adelaide!

Playing with chip packets is FUN!

At Amma's work...

Amma in the background :)

Airplane food's alright, reports Luey...

Adelaide trip photo blog begins

4.56am Friday morning - Luey breaks his personal landspeed record for
getting dressed!

My life as a marshmallow

Do you ever feel like your life has no real substance.

I know a few of you have lives full of substance; full of cooking from scratch, full of growing your own organic vegies, rearing your own livestock and egg laying chooks, making your own clothes and home furnishings. I've dabbled in those things too, but that's not really what I mean...

When I think too much on it, so much of my life is vapid.

What is watching tv all about? Or browsing the net. Posting on Facebook and Twitter... What ARE those things about??? Is that what constitutes living nowadays?

I mean, I know I have four kids and just doing for them and D and myself takes up a lot of time and physical and mental energy - which is a big part of my problem, but seriously the rest of my time seems to be taken up fluffy stuff. Time filling stuff.

The thing is, my head is so full of cotton wool - perhaps from sleep deprivation or placenta brain, or breastfeeding brain, or just the desire to drift of on philosophical expl…

Percussion boy...

Ari discovered that if he rubbed a plastic block along the bumpy edge
of the toy corn cob, it made a ratatatatat sound - hours of self-
amusement!

The illusion of control...

Been thinking about this lately. Attachment Parenting often differentiates itself from other parenting styles by stating that AP parents don't seek to control their children, but rather support them. Where other parenting styles often talk about making sure the child knows "who's boss", Attachment Parenting seeks to work with a child's needs outside of a schedule or routine or efforts to make the child independant prematurely...

And yet, some of the parenting facets adopted by many attachment, nature, free range, and other non-mainstream parents are all about exerting control. Control is achieved by being personally in charge of all decisions sorrounding what the kids eat, wear, play with, or conversely what they DON'T eat, wear or play with.

I'm not judging this as good or bad, I've done much of this myself. I'm just questioning the illusion of control.

Birth is another arena where there seems to be a battle over control. Women worry a lot abou…

Erik's birthday pics...

Yeah, this is photos from Erik's birthday, but I just had to start with the intense gaze of my littlest man...

Ok, so here's my handsome birthday boy with the present from his brothers - a Smiggle giftcard (just what he asked for!)...

Luey and his Mini-Me...

Mum and Dad's present was a hit! "Awesome!" he said, "Totally NOT what I was expecting!" (that's right folks, he was expecting his parents to get some injured lego set, like maybe Lego City, yk, because we're clueless and didn't pick up on the MILLION, erm, subtle, hints)...

"See, I get this COOL thing that you don't have and will never have a hope of ever getting... Better take a long look because after this you'll never get within 50ft of this item ever again..." Ah, yes, brotherly love...

Bryn, coping quite well with yet another brother having a birthday this fortnight - only five weeks until his birthday - that's not long, is it?

Can you see Dave thinking, 'I r…