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Days like this...

Today, I wished
My children slept inMy children didn't squabbleFor sunshineFor money to go out and do something funDave had his license so we could get out of the house with less effortIt wasn't school holidaysI had more patienceI had earmuffsIt was warmerWe'd had a couple more numbers on our lotto ticket from last nightMy children would LISTEN!Today, I was grateful for
A friends visitA short walk to the parkLaughs on YoutubeThe fact that today is just one day in amongst many many days that aren't like this...Days that are like this... Take it away Van!




Tomorrow is a NEW day, full of great possibilities!

Littlest person love...

20 months is such an amazing age!

There are many things I'm loving about him at this point:

He has a number of relatively clear words, not a lot (not as many as I might have expected after his initial burst of language many months ago), but it's actually his baby babble that I'm loving right now. The way someone might ask him a question and he'll respond confidently in baby babble - he understands pretty much everything we say to him, and he's responding to us with words, we just haven't learned his language - which puts us at a disadvantage, really!He has his finger on the pulse of how this household works. When dinner is ready, he races up to his chair, ready to be hoisted into his seat, and when it's done, he gathers up the placemats and toddles them out the the kitchen while the rest of us clear the plates - the placemats are his job, and he knows it!He hardly ever feeds to sleep anymore and is just as happy to lay next to me quietly to doze of, as with…

Cock-a-doodle-doo!

Having completed the Cert III and had a couple of days "off", my mind has turned toward the Thesis novel that I've been working on - or rather procrastinating over - for the past 3 years.
We will probably need me to work in the coming months, unless Dave gets a call VERY SOON offering stable (aka reliable) work, and to this end, I don't think I should plan to use my days for writing.
To be perfectly honest, daytime household noise isn't conducive to writing. I feel you all rolling your eyes and nodding at the screen. Yes, well, that statement probably seems obvious to most people, but I honestly thought I was different... I thought I had some sort of "tune it all out" superpower. This has turned out not to be the case.
So, this is what I'm thinking now. Get to bed around 9-10pm and get up at 4am before the others get up, and write in the dark silence of the house. If it turns out those two hours in the morning arent enough, I might have to start…

It's not an iPod, it's a trannie...

For Luey's birthday, he'd asked for an iPod shuffe on more than one occasion. My boys don't have all the toys that go "blip", you know, DS's (Lite or otherwise), PlayStations, Wii's, iPod's, iPad's, or iPhones... I have my reasons which most people don't agree with and that's fine :).
However, when he asked for a Shuffle, I was inclined to get him one. I used to be a MASSIVE fan of "personal music" when I was a little older than him, and remember well the first time I got a walkman! So, I investigated and fully planned to get him a Shuffle.
Then, the night before I planned to shop for this birthday present (the only one our budget would stretch to), he told me he'd rather have a certain lego pack and some Faber-Castell textas. I explained this would mean we couldn't afford the Shuffle he'd asked for, and he was ok with that...
Anyway, when we'd bought the lego and the textas there was some money left over from…

My 9 year old...

Is a red head! He's very good at maths and socially popular. He's a lover of ball sports. He reads veraciously, but not aloud. He's a perfectionist, you see. When he can read perfectly aloud, he will, until then don't ask because he WON'T. He loves performance, but you'd never know it until you saw him on stage! He's not someone who says, "Look at me!", but given the opportunity to perform up in front of a crowd, to be part of a production, or just teaching other people the ins and outs of an activity (like how to cook Chilli con Carne), he quivers with delight! In his own words, "It's scary, but SO FUN!". That's my 9 year old!

He likes to know the "rules" in any given situation. This doesn't mean he'll follow them, but he likes to know what they are, and he likes to be sure they're "fair" to everyone. He HATES losing, and won't play if he doesn't believe he has at least an even c…

Conversation with my 10 year old about the political events in Australia today...

E: We have a female Australian Prime Minister mum!
Me: Is it important that she's a woman or that she's the right person for the job?
E: That she's the right person for the job!
Me: Is she the right person for the job?
E: Yes!
Me: Why?
E: Well, I'm assuming she is...
Me: Why?
E: Because of what Rudd did.
Me: Is she going to be different?
E: Yes!
Me: How do you know?
E: I'm assuming she's going to be different...
Me: Has she said she's going to be different?
E: No.
Me: So, how will we know? When Rudd became Prime Minister it was because he told us what he would do if he became Prime Minister, and we liked what we heard, but Gillard has become Prime Minister because people didn't like what Rudd did. So, how will we know if Gillard is right for the job and will do things differently?
E: We'll have to wait and see...
Me: And what happens when you ASSUME?
E: You make and ASS out of you and me...
Me: Which means?
E: You don't think about it, you just…

Neighbourhood...

Several weeks ago, I had the opportunity to take a bus from an outlying Melbourne suburb back to my house. I had once lived in that outer suburb, in fact, I lived there when I met my husband, and new the station and the local shopping centre well (despite it's many attempts to change!)...

As the bus drove along the roads, I recognised the road I'd lived on. It was funny riding along that road again, it brought back many memories of happy and sad times. In only a few minutes, the bus passed the place Dave had worked at in his last permanent position, and I thought of the many times he'd taken Bryn with him to work, and of the people we'd known from there who had all dispersed to other places now.

Soon we came to a train station I used to travel to on Friday's to meet a friend and watch her children while she went to a regular appointment.

Then we passed my husbands parents place, where his mother now lives on her own, but where Dave and his family have owned the sam…

Discussing Choices with the big boys...

We talk alot about making choices in our house, and about living with choices, and yet another discussion came up about this today regarding school and homework.

Let me preface this by saying I personally believe homework is a load of CROCK designed to make teachers and parents feel better about the whole "academic" push of school.

Ok, so being in grades 3-4, there is now a homework grid the boys get sent home with at the beginning of each term. Our school is pretty good about home, actually, compared to what I've heard about from other school. There is only reading homework for the first three grades, and thereafter there is this homework grid that I believe many schools have adopted where students are give 16-20 homework assignments on a grid, three of which are compulsory and three others they can choose from the remainder, and then if they want to do more homework, that's their choice (or their parents choice, as I believe the case may be for some poor unfortunat…

Nice things from today...

I have a headcold and feel a bit fluey, and yet today, more than in recent times, I've felt a lightness and a "easy flow of the Universe" - maybe I'm delirious!

Today Dave got a call from the graphic artist agency he signed up with in March. They asked what days he might be available next week! We honestly thought they'd filed his details in the bin because we hadn't heard hide nor hair from them in three months! So, maybe he'll get some work soon!

I handed in all my assessment tasks, permission slips and timesheets for my course. I'm hoping I haven't missed anything, and assuming I haven't forgotten anything this means I have one class to attend with an in class assessment and I'm DONE with this course, finally! PHEW!!!

Today a good friend had a mid-pregnancy scan. Not only is her baby growing and developing well, but she discover she is have a little girl! I had felt she was having a boy, but I was secretly hoping I was wrong about t…

What's on my mind these days...

The things I think a lot about that I just don't blog about...

Fruitarianism - or strict veganism as it is sometimes called, though I suspect some fruitarians might take issue with that. I want to go raw fruitarian. I keep planning to do it, but then I let my addict to SAD (Standard Australian Diet) override what I believe would, personally, be the best thing for me physically and spiritually. I have absolutely NO interest in even trying to convince anyone else to adopt this lifestyle, but it speaks to me loudly and often, if only I could overcome my self-soothing ways...Angryism - it is my nature to pick up on other people's emotions and the overwhelming emotion in society right now is anger. All sorts of anger. Being angry is seen as a sign of strength or consciousness. If you're not angry, then you must be doped up high on capitalism and/or the patriarchy. I definitely feel anger, but I'm very conscious of the fact that for me anger is a symptom of fear - more…

Galifreyans, one and all...

A couple of days ago I saw a post on a forum, a post I've seen so many times, one I've posted myself on this blog at least once, if not twice... It was one of those, "I wish I could find my tribe" posts. Some poor individual feeling unconnected in society because there was no one else around her that she could really connect with.

We've all felt like this, I know!

I'm actually thinking it's a stage of development, I will call it the Galifreyan stage. Those of you who are Dr Who-philes like myself may understand this reference, for the rest of you, let me explain.

Dr Who is a Galifreyan. He is a Time Lord from Galifrey, a planet that no longer exists. A civilisation that was obliterated by war, leaving only one known survivor, The Doctor. So, Dr Who is the very essence of UNIQUE. Being unique can be extremely lonely. No one seems to be just like you, or think just like you. You can feel terribly isolated in this stage of development.

After asserting o…

The Lateral Thinking Four Year Old.

In the past three or four weeks, we've had a few incidents of Bryn going from being happy as Larry to straight out refusing to go to kinder - usually just as we're approaching kinder. The kinder teacher had mentioned last week that Bryn was having trouble settling down to do anything in the room. So, part of the problem might be that all the little boys there are right into Ben 10 and Bakugan and the teacher has asked parents not to let children bring toys to kinder because it becomes distracting... I don't wholly agree with this approach (in my view, it would be better to use this interest to create a few explorations and help the children to move on to other things rather than creating a taboo of it), but we've been doing our best to prevent Bryn from bringing toys. This has involved a bag search, pocket search and then body search as Bryn became more clever about concealing the forbidden items. Seriously, these searchs have often ended in tears and tantrums, an…

My first ever tattoo!

For many years I've thought about getting a tattoo done. Probably since just after Erik was born. Something to mark his coming into my life, transformation etc. Two things have stopped me.

I have an irrational phobia of needles.Tattoo parlours look like scary dens of evil with all those biker types and drug addicts and, you know, really scary people.Then about 18 months ago my brother got an apprenticeship to work in a tattoo parlour. Michael is a talent artist who hadn't found a way to unite his artistic talent and pre-occupation with earning enough income to sustain himself. Then one day someone suggested maybe he could do art in a tattoo parlour and sent him along to try out for an apprenticeship.

Some months later he came for a visit and showed us what he'd done on his own arms and legs and I was quite impressed. He said he could do tattooing on me if I wanted something done, and the thought of not having to step into a parlour and feel intimidated was really appea…

Maintaining Children's Equilibrium.

A while ago, I wrote about blogging about children, and questions regarding their privacy. Since then I've been trying not to blog about my children as much, not in the sense of evaluating them or their actions.

The other thing I've been trying not to blog about is my course. Mostly because those blogs are never particularly positive.

Today, I'll be blogging both about my children and about the negativity in our household at this point in time. Rather than whinging about it (which is, honestly, what I want to do!), I'm want to ruminate on the effects of home stressors on children, and what can be done to alleviate this stress when the adults in the house are feeling overwhelmed and exhausted.

The boys, and where they're at (yes, terrible grammar, so sue me!).

Erik: I've been aware of Erik's anxiety behaviours being present, and have been dealing with discrete incidents of these symptoms, but have not had the personal resources to get to the root of his anxi…