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Picnic at Kings Park

29 September 2006

On Sunday we caught up with family members for a picnic at Kings Park. There was plenty of yummy food, chit chatting, fun ball games, and general running around like silly buggers. It was fun!

Usually during mid-afternoon outings, Sean gets really grumpy. We often think it’s because he needs a sleep. But recently we discovered his eyes are really sensitive to bright sunlight!

So everytime we’re outside, we slap a pair of sunnies on his face and he’s instantly quiet, and takes on a zoned “Whoa man, look at how green those trees are!” disposition. He doesn’t even reach up to pull them off his face. And everyone thinks I train my kids so well! They nod with approval, but I assure them his retinas will burn to a crisp if he takes them off.


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Wheels and Doll Baby

27 September 2006

This week the city is buzzing from the Perth Fashion Festival. I so badly wanted to go the Wheels and Doll Baby event. And it turned out that my housemate knew a few designers who were showcasing their work and scooped up 2 passes to both the event and after party. Weeeeeeee!

However… at rather late notice, I found out that I had to be present for a wedding rehearsal. With kids. I was heartbroken. So I sent my husband instead. And they both had a smashing time!

I got a full report. But here’s short version : SO many people. Great rock and roll sound track. Models were too skinny. Clothes were cool and very wearable. Free alcohol. Everyone was pissed. Went on for a bit longer than necessary. And here’s the official report from The West.


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Busy Busy BUSY

26 September 2006

Wedding this weekend. In-laws are in town. People staying with us. Rehearsal tomorrow night. Meet the other family on Saturday. Champagne breakfast on Sunday.

I’m one of the two bridesmaids. Got my “medieval” dress. And shoes. And underwear. Still have to find earrings.

All the men in my husband’s family (4 of them) will be turning up in traditional Scottish kilts!

So I made matching kilts for my boys. And bought them knee-high socks. It’s all going to look so cute.


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Weekend

24 September 2006

My dear husband let me sleep in on Saturday morning. No limit. To my heart’s content. But I couldn’t seem to sleep past 8:30am. It was tragic.

Was invited to a friend’s church concert on Saturday night. Huge production. Heaps of people. Nice atmosphere. Plus there were more glow-in-the-dark bangles!

Sunday afternoon, I couldn’t get a babysitter. So I missed out on a “Clothes Swap Party” organised by a couple of girlfriends. Basically you bring all the clothes you don’t wear anymore, show, swap and leftovers get donated to the salvos. While eating sushi and quiche. *I’m so disappointed I missed out*

Sunday night, our housemate looked after the kids. My husband and I headed off to our favourite evening walk spot – the South Perth foreshore, overlooking the city skyline. It’s simply breathtaking at night.


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Hen’s Night : Pole Dancing & Pubbing

22 September 2006

Sister in law’s hen’s night tonight. First up on the agenda : Pole dancing. Given the option, I would have skipped it, because it all sounded really cheesey. But it was a hen’s night so…

The plan was : Everyone meets at the hen’s place, then share a cab to the pole dancing studio. However, her place is really far away. And I live closer to the studio, so I drove directly there. Besides, I always prefer driving at night. I don’t drink much. And I hate being stuck in the city, in the cold, amidst drunken juveniles, waiting for a cab at 2 in the morning.

I rush over to the studio, thinking I was late. Music was pumping. I was the only one there. I engaged in some polite chit chat with our instructor (the owner). She was gorgeous! Tall, stunning, leggy, busty and really fit. Time passes. She shows me around her studio. Her amazing shoe collection. Her rack of dancing clothes and costumes. She pulls out a little policewoman “number” and insists I’d look great in it. Rightio.

More time passes. I start asking her about her business. How’s it going. How long has it been running. Her dancing career. Her workout routine. I get a phone call. The hen’s party is running late! They can’t get a cab. They’re going to be 30 minutes late.

We crack open the champagne and continue talking, chatting, giggling and sharing life stories like two girls on a coffee date. She was so lovely to talk to! Then she suggested she show me a few moves while we wait. So begins my private one and one pole dancing lessons. Haha!

I got the hang of it really quick. But it was hard work. All that spinning and lifting. I have new found respect for pole dancers. No wonder her muscles were so defined. Like a circus acrobat. She also said I was really good for a first timer! Haha!

She showed me some of her more complicated stuff – where she tossed her legs over her head, hung upside down and swung around the pole whilst only holding on with her knees or something like that. It was most impressive.

I had to call for a break. I was really dizzy! So we giggled, posed and took photos of each other instead. Anyway. Eventually. It turned out that the hen’s party were STILL waiting for a cab, and they weren’t going to make it after all. I had to meet them at their next destination, 45 minutes from now. Ugh.

I felt really bad for the instructor, and tried to pay for my lesson. She wouldn’t let me. I thanked her, grabbed a few flyers and left.

Next up : Pubbing and clubbing till late. The rest of the night was all fun and crazy. I had a good time. Not much else to report. Highlights : Big football game that evening. Perth team lost. The pubs were crawling with very sad, but very hot footballer types.

BTW. I got my braces off today!


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Foam Things

21 September 2006

The other day I was at a craft store, looking for cool things for the kids to glue. And judging from the amount of wall space dedicated to pre-cut foam shapes, I suspected it was the “new craze” in scrapbooking these days.

Eeep, they were so expensive! $8 for 12 foam circles! My kids are used to gluing sticks and leaves! They may as well glue money!

Anyway, I went to Crazy Clarks and found a HUGE packet of foam shapes for $4. Awesome I tell you! The kids had so much fun playing with them. From gluing, cutting, threading, then painting and drawing over them, pretending to cook with them, filling up their dump trucks with them, and colour + shape sorting.

OK admittedly, as you can see, some of the shapes were really munted and badly cut. Animals were missing heads. Some were tragically deformed. And some (as our housemate put it) looked like Miyazaki characters. But I think it just added to the whole charm of cheap foam.


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Spiderman

19 September 2006

Sigh. My efforts in shielding my children away from mass commercialised kiddy brands doesn’t seem to be working.

Because my 3 year old has an obsession with Spiderman. I don’t think he actually knows who or what Spiderman is. He sees Spiderman lunch boxes and bowls in the shops, and older boys wearing the tshirts. He’s played Spiderman games where the boys just run around in circles shouting I AM SPIIIIIDERMAAAAAN! NO YOU’RE NOT! YES I AM! NO I AM SPIDERMAN!!!

Other than that, he can’t seem to tell me what’s so special about Spiderman. Except that he’s really cool. Said in such a way that accuses me of never being able to be that cool.

My dad gave him a pair of Spiderman shorts. And he won’t part with it. Every single morning Callum would ask me, “Can I wear my Spiderman shorts? Please mum please?” Sometimes I purposely hide it and tell him it’s in the wash.

Anyway, he drew a funny picture and I thought I should share it.


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Silver Linings

18 September 2006

I’ve always been an optimistic and positive person. I don’t know how or why this came about, but it’s always been something I wanted to pass onto my kids. And if not the spirit, then at least the skill.

These last few days, the weather has been temperamental. Windy, stormy, rainy, sunny, cold. And my 3 year old was not happy. Rainy days usually mean being stuck indoors for most of the day.

So when a patch of sunshine appeared, I spread out a rug onto the lawn and we all had a lesson on How To Make Good Things Happen Out Of Bad Situations. Or. Cloud watching.

Check out the dog we found! Licking ice cream!


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Well Deserved.

15 September 2006

So. In a bizarre coincidence yet completely independent circumstances, my father in law received a Medal of the Order of Australia! A medal! For 3 decades of his services in medicine and clinical education in rural WA. It was announced on the Queen’s Birthday Honours List, back in June. But the ceremony was today.

So. In true dejavu form, my husband and I turn up at the Government House Ballroom and watch the same ceremony and proceedings, with the same presenters, speakers, ushers, singer and band conductors doing their thing. I kept walking past people and having to do a double take.

Do I know you? I’ve seen you before? You’ve still got that limp? Don’t you wear glasses? You have the same eyes as my doctor! Hang on, I had that thought the last time I saw you! But I’ve never seen you in my life! I’m going crazy! It was so strange to discover how much shite my brain could absorb.

And just to spook everyone out (or prove how lame I am), I thought I’d take advantage of a photo opportunity in the Ladies “Powder Room” at Government House.

(Two seconds after taking this picture, someone walked into the room and almost knocked me over with the door. Ugh.)


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Wardrobe Remix!

14 September 2006

The other day I stumbled across this really cool flickr group called Wardrobe Remix – a street fashion community, where you join up and add your own street fashion pics.

There are a couple of rules, but basically it’s about how people put outfits together, where they got that piece of clothing, and the stories behind the things they wear. It’s so much fun to browse!


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Backtracking

14 September 2006

On the weekend we went to my nephew’s one month celebration. There was much food and drink, but my nephew spent most of the time asleep. Aunties were standing around the crib saying, “Wake him up! We want to play with him!”

I took some lovely photos of Sean. Before he got covered in red egg.


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My Weekend With Callum

8 September 2006

Today we tried something really different. We decided to split up the two boys for the whole weekend. Mainly because of their shocking behaviour all week.

Sean (the 1½ year old) stayed at home with my husband. They did a bit of outdoor stuff. Gardening. Pruning. Fixing the car. Clearing the shed. Apparently Sean was a darling. He was happy to plod around, playing quietly with bits and pieces. Not a squeak! He was wonderful company!

I took Callum (the 3½ year old) to Fremantle. I went for the final fitting of my bridemaid’s dress. He sat happily on a chair munching on biscuits while he waited. We bought fruit from the Freo markets. I taught him about parking tickets, where honey comes from and Agriculture 101. We visited Fremantle Harbour and watched the ships being docked and loaded. He asked really interesting questions about boats and the ocean.

We went to Bunnings to picked up some clay pots. Then to the Chinese supermarket to buy tofu. We sat in a cafe, I read the paper while he drew pictures. He asked about this and that. He said funny things. We made jokes. We walked hand in hand in the sunshine back to the car while eating Strawberry Pocky sticks. It was the BEST morning we had in AGES.

That evening, I took Callum to a church fundraising dinner. It was an amazing $100 per head meal (Callum ate for free). He sat up at the table full of other 30-somethings, and carried himself spectacularly! He also entertained the table with his funny antics. And at the end, found himself some other kids to play with. It was a really nice evening for the both of us.

Ah, I really wished I could have more time alone with Callum. I wished time would slow down so that I have more days to enjoy my son at 3½. I think it’s a glorious age – innocent, inquisitive, spirited and honest – it’s definitely that moment in time before they go to school and get swept away by “big kid things”.


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My Miracle Babysitter

7 September 2006

I don’t think I’ve posted a picture of our sandpit before! It sits along the back fence of our backyard, hidden behind some trees. It’s got a lid, so cats don’t use it as a toilet. And it’s surrounded by an ocean of pebbles. My husband built it out of old bits of wood he found by the side of the road.

We’ve got a vine growing overhead, so it’s nice and shady all year round. On the right of the photo, you might notice my [very small] cherry tomato seedlings that we planted last month. On the left of the photo, we have a square of cement slabs which we call out messy area. For painting, playdough, gluing, and hosing things down etc.

Every afternoon, when it’s not raining, I throw them outside. No matter what the temperature is, I’ll dress them appropriately – hats + sunscreen or gumboots + woolly jumpers. And they are always SO happy.


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Enjoying

6 September 2006

 Wearing green.

 Trying to drink 2L of water a day.

 My weekly 1k swim.

 The hot shower after my 1k swim.

 Teaching myself how to sew.

 Sleeping at 10pm.

 Mixed sprout salads.

 Nail buffer blocks.


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Thou shalt relax

5 September 2006

I’ve been trying not to mention this. But it’s already Tuesday and I’ve cracked.

Both boys have been acting up these last few weeks. Really bad behaviour. It’s shocking. And I don’t know why. Terrible 3½’s? 1½’s? Teeth? Surging hormones? The weather? Developmental phase? Who knows. Who cares.

My days have been a constant, relentless and draining battle of policing the screaming, shouting, crying, whinging, punching, hitting, biting and time outs of TWO head strong boys. Sending me into a deep dark place. Where I realise I’m not the kind of parent I want to be. And I have to leave the room for a cry.

By the end of the day, I’m in a dazed trance. The house is a mess. The clothes need taking in. The backyard is littered with bikes and trucks. Dinner has to be cooked. Phone calls need to be made.

But. My husband insists I got out for some alone time to chill. I think it’s the dumbest idea in the world. And after a LONG negotiation and discussion, I leave the house reluctantly.

So there I sat. In the darkest corner of a cafe. With my back turned against the world. Relishing a plate of ice cream, whipped cream and waffles. Licking my fingers one at a time, turning the pages of some magazine. Cover to cover. My mind floating some place else. Hours flying by.

I feel my insides washed by a deep tranquil water. My husband is a genius.


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We love our beans

4 September 2006

I’m one of those people who makes a weekly meal plan. I’ll plan what we’re having for dinner each night, what kind of fruits and snacks we’ll be eating that week and I keep a list of household stuff we’re about to run out of.

Then every Monday I go to the shops and I’ll do one grocery purchase for the whole week.

One of my dinners is titled “Emergency Dinner” consisting of bean salad, tomato + canned salmon salsa and potatoes. (Did I mention we’re pseudo vegan?)

Ideally this ensemble is the spare dinner plan, in case things my day goes pear-shaped and I have only 15 minutes to prepare and cook dinner.

But everyone loves it so much, that I make it once a week. The boys eat so much of it. It makes me SO happy.

(Another thing that makes me happy is the Vegan Lunch Box.)


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A Girly Party

2 September 2006

We went to another kid’s party today – this time it was my niece’s 4th birthday. It was excellent, but sheesh. It was SO GIRLY! Everything was pink, glittery and starry. Girls were dressed as fairies, swishing and swaying. Skipping and prancing. Admiring themselves in mirrors and giggling away like chipmunks.

I couldn’t stand all the GIRLINESS. It was so icky! I felt like I needed to wash. I can see where the idea of cooties came about! Haha OK I’ve been hanging around my boys too much. I’m sure I’d be singing a different tune if I had girls.

Now I always enjoy some hearty piñata bashing, but I can never understand why parents choose the ones shaped as cartoon heros. Traditionally the piñata is a seven-pointed star, representing evil. And hitting it with a stick makes the evil go away.

Anyway, we bashed a fairy. I wanted to post the ‘after’ photo – the one where the fairy’s decapitated head is hanging on the rope with its paper spinal cord swaying in the wind. The stuff real childhood memories are made of.

This is Callum, moments after the fairy’s entrails were sprayed across the lawn. The kids went wild. It was lollies galore!

Sean spent most of the afternoon in the sand pit. At one point he was bullied by a bigger kid. I curiously watched from afar. Although Sean puffed out his chest and stood his ground, I was surprised he didn’t thump the kid – like he always does with his big brother.


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Spring has sprung

1 September 2006

Yesterday we went to a kid’s birthday party. I spiked both the boy’s hair and they were strutting around the house proudly. Callum said, “RAWR. I feel like a dinosaur!” and Sean went, “RAWR!”. It was just so cute. I couldn’t resist a couple of snaps.

I dunno what’s wrong with me these days! The boys have been at each other’s throats all week – constant fighting, shouting, pushing, teasing. But the moment they do something cute or nice to each other, I go all weepy and precious and I suddenly want FIVE children.

I blame SPRING! And the need to tidy my nest. I was in a spring mood today. Bursting with energy to clean clean clean. I re-arranaged furniture. I threw out old junk. I went through and packed away old clothes and shoes. I swept. I mopped. I was a cleaning machine, baby!




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