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A few weeks ago, my sister came over to visit me and the kids. It was a cold, wet afternoon, and we were stuck indoors.
I decided to give her a taste of life as a stay at home mum. We played play-doh with the kids, ate lunch, read books, did puzzles, tumbled around and I even bathed Sean in the living room. It was domesticity at its finest.
Sean is 5½ months. And aaakkk he’s already on the move! He gets up on his hands and knees, rocks back and forth and then does a funny little froggie jump. It’s so damn cute.
Inspired by the very funny and ever so popular Mr Brown (and his daughter), I picked up the book “The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time” and couldn’t put it down! Great reading. Very entertaining. And filled with that quirky beauty that I love so much. I rate it 4 out of 5 stars.
Went to the beach on the weekend. It was my idea… and hehe it was such a BAD one. It was SO COLD. And it rained and rained. We took a quick stroll, ended up soaked, and sat shivering in the car, munching on chips, and drying ourselves off with the heater.
I’m addicted to the cricket. And the footy.
“Look mummy! I’m a Tai Kwon Do MASTER!!!”
“Hmmm? A what…? HEY! Take dad’s underwear off your head now!!”
It’s strange to think that the city was once my playground.
Smells of strangers. Coffee. Darkness. Music. Money.
Walking past places reeking with intimacy now grown cold.
The bench. Sitting, truanting, smoking stolen cigarettes.
The tree. Kneeling, gasping, puking hours of ingested alcohol.
The cafe. Standing, stressed, queuing for my coffee before work.
The ring shop. Leaning, lonely, wondering if I’d ever get married.
The city. Her streets. Her buildings. Her facades. Her dark alleys of colourless secrets. For years, she mocked my unhappiness. My doubt. My confusion. Obscuring me from myself. For years, she made me believe that running away was the only way.
But now I stand. I walk hand in hand. My fingers curled inside his. My lips brushing his shoulder. My hot cheeks spirited in the winter’s air. I feel strong. Firm and sure. Beyond the dizzying heights of happiness.
Life is here. The past is gone. Life is now.
Humpty Dumpty sat on wall!
Humpty Dumpty fall down…
down…
down… weeeee CRASH! BANG!
BAAAM! AAARRRGGH!
BOOOOOOOM!
NOOOOOOOO!
WAAAAHHH!
“The daffodil was chosen as the symbol of hope for all touched by cancer because of its reputation as a hardy annual flower, pushing its way through the frozen earth after a long winter to herald the return of Spring, new life, vitality and growth.” (Daffodilday.com.au)
Usually, I’m not one who gets overly weepy by symbols and metaphors. (Ok, maybe they tug at my heart a little). But daffodils don’t particularly have a special place in my heart, just because my husband survived cancer.
I think daffodils are absolutely beautiful. And that money for cancer research and support is a worthy cause.
In fact, flowering bulbs in general are simply amazing. To think that something so dirty and ugly and looks like a demented onion could possibly erupt into a stunning flower.
And that all the information for bright yellow petals, green stalks and a funny trumpet shape is stored somewhere inside this lump.
I guess in a way, I feel that the bulbs are more beautiful than the flower itself. And possibly a more beautiful symbol of hope.
…
Eh, did I just get all weepy?
I’ve always been a bit dubious about the term “Asian Fusion”.
I think it’s just a bad excuse to serve mash potato with bok choy.
Or sausages with oyster sauce. Very weird.
Anyway I went out to dinner with my sister and some of our common friends. There were 12 of us and we took up half the restaurant. Which meant we were probably responsible for half the noise.
Conversations during the evening : Italian lovers, bad places for your car to break down, overpriced restaurant food, 24 hour rendering times for 3D modelling, Princess Mary, and sexually alluring salesmen.
I gotta slow down.
My life is insanely crazy with activity. Everyday is a huge adventure. People. Parties. Dinners. Lunches. Gatherings. Shopping. Visiting. Organising. Cooking. Running the house.
I just want a day where I do NOTHING.
I want to put my feet up. I want to remember how to be still.
To contemplate and have meaningful thoughts.
To remember that life is good. That things could be worse.
And that my little problems aren’t so bad in the bigger scale of things.
My sister is back from Japan. It was so good to see her.
But we’ve been in regular email / blog / msn contact for the whole 12 months she’s been away… I almost had nothing to talk to her about! She’s only staying for 2 weeks, so we’ve been hanging out together, going shopping, playing with the kids and eating our favourite foods.
She’s got this list of food she MUST eat while she’s back in Perth. Peiking duck. Australian beef. Lamb. Sausages. George’s kebabs. Pizza. Chillied mussels. Korean BBQ. KFC burgers. And this weekend is steamboat at my parent’s house. Mmmmm.
I finished another book! Past Mortem. It’s the first Ben Elton book I’ve read… and it took me by complete by surprise. I absolutely loved it. Very entertaining. And wickedly funny. Totally recommend it. I rate it 4 out of 5 stars.
So 31st August is supposedly International BlogDay 2005. 3108 looks like the word Blog. I think it’s cute. Anyway WA bloggers are having a Blog Awards Night. Go nominate your favourite blogs!
My husband and I kinda have this household rule. That we try to buy toys for our kids that are fun, educational AND encourages their imagination. I guess we can afford to be a bit picky with the kind of toys they play with, since they are still young.
I think there are way too many toys out there that may look REALLY cool, but they don’t help kids to be creative.
You know. A wooden spoon can be a sword, a microphone, a guitar, a shovel, a snake, a giraffe, an oar, a flag, and even a spoon.
Tie a string on one end, then oh my god, you have a fishing line, a bird, an anchor, a petrol bowser, a crane, a washing line, a spinning thing, a hanging thing and a twirly thing.
Where as an electronic musical microphone with lights… is just an electronic musical microphone with lights.
Anyway. Yesterday, I borrowed this mega train set from the toy library. It must’ve cost hundreds of dollars. Eep, it was SO BIG. There were two remote controlled trains. A depot stations with sound effects. Mining mounting with dynamite blast thingy. Crane picking up thing with cute black boulders. Pipe factory with a rolling thing. It was awesome! The attention to detail was staggering. Toy designers must really have the coolest job.
Ok so it probably isn’t the most creatively versatile toy around. But it certainly has provided the boys (big and small) with HOURS of playtime and creative role-playing. But oh the noise. It’s driving me mad. Lets just say I’m glad I can give it back after two weeks.
