Thursday, August 30, 2007

We've moved!

Jumping on here from work while I'm on my lunchbreak to say:

Whew! We've done it! We've moved.

LOL, how long have we taken to get to this point?!

Yes, the old house is all fixed up and beautiful. But empty. New owners take possession tomorrow.

The new house is a shambles...

* the back section needs a complete renovation,
* the painting we were doing in the front of the house is still incomplete,
* three rooms don't have doors as they're awaiting painting, much to the delight of a 2 year old who has run of a house full of interesting "stuff"
* no room has a fully complete wardrobe - and no wardrobe doors (which I'm use to ;) ),
* the laundry is jam packed with "stuff",
* the spare room is full of boxes,
* I couldn't find clothes to wear to work today,
* Jamie is loving a kitchen without locks on the cupboards (!!)
* and Jak has taken on all the neighbourhood dogs.

But we're in! And I can tell already that it's going to be great.

We don't have broadband connected just yet. Soon, I'm promised. So if you've emailed me in the last week, sorry but I can't access them. I will though. As soon as I'm connected to the internet again.

See ya!
Kathie

Monday, August 27, 2007

New layouts

Just popping in real quick to say that I updated my 2peas gallery with some new layouts. Don't have time to load them up here. If you're interested, have a look here.

We're moving! I'm sitting in a house full of boxes. I keep forgetting and going to the cupboard for things. And they're all empty! Jamie is at his grandparents' for the night. I have a feeling it's going to be a late night for Phil and I by the time we get everything totally organised for the removalists in the morning.

See you soon!
Kathie

Wednesday, August 22, 2007

Two layouts to share

I had two layouts in this month's For Keeps. Both of them were in the journaling section. The first layout was inspired by a blog entry I made here back in May last year.


Journaling: My childhood home. The other day we were visiting my parents. I was sitting on the couch, feeding Jamie. The pot belly stove was alight and it was cosy warm. The cd player was set to random. And on came an old Marty Robbins song: "...out in the West Texas town of El Paso, I fell in love with a Mexican girl...". and as I sat there listening in that drowsy state you get to when breastfeeding, the leather couch transformed into a cream vinyl settee with berber cushions. The cd player morphed into a record player and I was transported back 30 years. I was kneeling in the lounge room floor in front of the record player, listening to records. I could even smell that old vinyl-plastic smell for a moment. And as I sat there listening, in my childhood home, with my own child now cuddled up against me, I felt a peaceful sense of contentment settle over me.... Unspeakable contentment.

The next one - Milk Drunk. Love this page!


Journaling: Early this morning as you finished your feed and I sat you up on my lap, I caught sight of your face in the faint dawn light. We silently exchanged smiles and then you heaved a great contented sigh - almost exaggerated - and slumped forward, totally relaxed and milk-drunk. For some reason that silent communication, that combination of smile and sigh touched me. Was this my first "thank you Mum"?

Life's busy here. I probably won't be able to log back in again for several weeks. Wish us luck with the move!

Kathie

Friday, August 17, 2007

Twenty One Months

You have done so well at childcare this month! Every night when I pick you up Renee tells me how well you’ve done. You love Mara, your primary carer, and are now starting to venture away from her and explore your environment. You love sitting on her lap and listening to stories or songs. In the morning you cry when I leave, but she scoops you up and carries you over to the corner of the room where you blow bubbles. You love watching the bubbles. In fact, bubble is one of the few words that you attempt to say.


You are not really a big talker yet. You are increasingly verbal and have your own little language of grunts and sounds. You can say “Jak”, “woof”, “bubble” and “daddy”. But that’s about as much as you’re interested in saying. Oh! And you can say “hot” – well not quite – you say “hoo!” and purse your lips, while holding out your hand as if warming it in front of a fire. It’s so cute. You say it whenever I have the heater in your bedroom on, whenever you see that the oven’s on, and whenever I’m carrying a cup or dish with steam coming off of it.


You love your teddy at the moment and he goes everywhere. He is your comfort when you’re at childcare. He is your sleeping companion. He gets fed and offered drinks. Yesterday, when I buckled you into your carseat to bring you home from childcare, you held him up so that he could “see” out the front window. You are very thoughtful about your teddy!


Although, Teddy was replaced in your affections for a short time this month. We went shopping at the toy sales this month and you saw a Bob the Builder cuddly toy. You fell in love with him instantly. You carried him around the entire time we were in the shop, admiring his nose and cooing at him. You wouldn’t let go of him while he was being scanned through the cash register. You wouldn’t let him go all the way home. When we got home I took him out of the box and you held him in one hand, the box in the other. You carried him around for two straight days. We had to take him everywhere. You’ve just realized how to work his little torch. It lights up when you squeeze it. You think that’s pretty neat. We also bought a Bob the Builder hoodie top. You are so proud of that top. You wore it to childcare the other day and Mara said to me when I picked you up that you were so proud of it! You pointed out Bob to everyone who was interested.


You’ve been picky with your food this month. I think in part it’s because you’ve had gastro. You’ve been sick, one way or another all month, and I think you just don’t have your normal appetite. Either that, or those finicky toddler tastebuds have kicked in. In fact, from time to time this month I’ve wondered if you might not be teething again, because anything that includes lumps usually gets spat out again. I worry that we’re ever going to get you onto eating solids. Oh, you like sandwiches, biscuits and cake, but you really won’t eat meat or vegetables unless they’re pureed up into some sort of thin stew or soup. In fact, you almost seem to prefer a vegetarian diet. It’s a struggle to get you to eat anything with meat in it. But that’s OK. You like lentils and beans, so we can cope.


I love my days home with you. Working for those two days a week makes the remaining days of the week that I spend with you more precious. We go for our walks – I’m so grateful that you’re still content to sit in the pram as we walk around the block. We play outside if the weather’s nice. You hand me pegs as I hang the washing on the line, or you transfer those pegs from the peg bucket to the washing basket and then back again, and then back again, and then back yet again. We play on the rug in the loungeroom, read books, build towers, roll around the floor laughing, play with the new puzzle that Auntie Sonia gave you, sort blocks and sing songs. You love identifying your nose, ears, eyes, teeth, tongue, head, hair, hands and fingers. It’s your favourite game. For some reason, you can’t work out your tummy though. Even though you love being tickled on your tummy. You don’t seem to recognize it. When I ask you where your tummy is, you point to your bottom.

Ah, you’re funny. You make me laugh.
Love you |………………….this much………………….|
Mummy

Monday, August 13, 2007

D is for...

Well, I'm sitting up waiting for a little boy to go to sleep. Someone has decided that he doesn't like falling asleep. It has gotten worse and worse and worse. He just cries and cries and cries. Last night the only way he'd fall asleep was in our bed. Today I took him to the doctor, thinking that there must be a health problem. But no. "Fractious", the doctor diagnosed. "You'll just have to get tough with him", he prescribed. "Maybe teeth" (lol, Nic!).

So, this is while I 'be tough'. He's dosed up on teething gel, panadol, infants friend, has his teddy and one of my old t-shirts. He is wearing his favourite Elmo flannelette pyjamas.

Sob. I hate this! He's such a good sleeper but every now and then this happens and I just hate it.

So, while I wait, what is D for?

D IS FOR DANCING
I love to dance. Give me a good bass rhythm belting out and I'm good to go. I learned ballet as a little girl, as well as jazz, tap and acrobatics. Any type of dance speaks to my soul. I thought of leaving school at 15 and training as a dancer. On the day when I had to make my decision I decided that I should stay at school. I often wonder in what ways my life would have been different if I had've made a different choice.

D IS FOR DEPRESSION
I suffered severe depression about five years ago. It was a truly horrible period of my life and one I'm glad to have gotten to the other side of. Funny thing is that I always thought I was a strong minded person. I prided myself on being self sufficient, sensible and taking good care of myself. And then bam! Down I went. I found that I'm not invincible, lol. The last five years have taught me a lot about what's important to me in living my life. And they've taught me a lot about the person that I am. But it has taken a lot of introspection and I've had to work really hard and break down a lot of thought patterns and bad habits.

D IS DRIVEN TO DISTRACTION
He's still crying! Poor love. Did I tell you how I hate this.

D IS FOR MY DOONA
LOL. But seriously, I love continental quilts. They're so fluffy and soft. I love lying on top of mine during the day when the sun's coming softly through the venetians, reading a book, talking on the 'phone or taking a little nap. One of life's little luxuries.

'til next time!
Kathie

Sunday, August 12, 2007

Encyclopaedia of Me - C is for...


C IS FOR CHEESECAKE

I had to start the post off with this one! It must be lunchtime ;). Actually, that title could just have easily have read "C is for carrot cake" or "C is for cream cheese danish". Yum! I love baked cheesecake. Just ordinary ol' baked cheesecake. With a dusting of icing sugar on top. My favourite dessert.

C IS FOR CHALLENGE
I am feeling challenged right now. This moving thing has just gotten me so tired out. But it's more than that. I feel like our life is so hectic and has been for quite some time. Phil runs a fast race. He strives for more and more and more. I just don't feel like I can keep up. Or that I want to. I am happy with simpler things. I don't need a plasma screen TV that takes up half the wall, in order to be happy. Ya know? On the other hand, I do not like turning down invitation after invitation for lunches and brunches on the weekend, because we are too busy. I don't fit well in a lifestyle that has no time for friends and family.

I think though, that the biggest thing challenging me at the moment (and it's probably colouring everything else) is that I'm fearing the next round of renovations. I. just. don't. want. to. do. it. Wail! I find it too difficult to juggle looking after a toddler, working part-time, and climbing a ladder with a paint brush in my hand. And I feel so incapable. Because other people do it. Why am I having so much difficulty with it? But honestly, I don't know how other people manage it. They must have more babysitters than we do. How do you occupy a toddler while you're trying to renovate? What do you do with the paint tray that just beckons to be played with? Or with wet painted walls? Then again perhaps other people are not doing it for the sixth time.


Anyway, enough of my challenges. They'll keep for another day. Jamie and I have just gotten back from our walk around the block. Walking in the winter sunshine, feeling the sun on my head and my arms. Huge fluffy white clouds in a blue sky. The flowers have started to bloom in people's front gardens. Spring is on her way. Yesterday Jamie clutched a beautiful pink flower the whole distance, lol. My walks always bring me peace and a sense of happiness. I try to do it every day. I am acutely aware that the days when Rabbit will be happy sitting in his pram while we walk are numbered and I want to squeeze as many walks in as possible.

He's happily exploring the backyard right now, while I type into my laptop. I can hear his little shoes going clomp, clomp, clomp. He gets so excited when we put those shoes on! It means either a walk, a car trip or playing in the backyard. The dog is running up and down the side fence, barking at the neighbour's chihauha (how on earth do you spell that?). Birds twitter up in the huge gum trees that flank our property. I love these sorts of days.

I guess I am appreciating it, because I was supposed to be up at the new house painting all day. But I'm just too tired, and I've got too many other things to do. (None of which can be done while a toddler plays in the backyard, I might emphasise.)

Jamie seems to have settled in well to childcare. He had another couple of good days this week. He has formed a strong bond with his primary carer and is starting to explore his surroundings and seek out toys. Both days when I arrived to pick him up he was happily engaged in some activity. Friday he was pushing two little pigs around the carpet :D. So cute. He still wails when I leave him though. It brings me to tears most mornings. But I don't let him see that.

OK, it's lunchtime. C is for cheese sandwhiches. LOL.

I'll leave you with this layout, that's in this month's CK Aussie Reader Gallery.



See you
Kathie

Friday, August 10, 2007

Almost back to normal

Well, the toast stayed down. So did the soup. I'm on the mend.
I have a bad cold too. Did I mention that? And Jamie chose this morning to head-but me in the nose. Now everytime I blow my nose (which is frequently, much to the annoyance of my workmates, I suspect), I feel like I've broken it. LOL.

So, I'm back at work. It's Friday. I feel like it's Monday in a perverse kind of way. Because it's my first day of work this week. And now I get a weekend. Gotta love that.

This afternoon, I have decided to catch up with what's happening with the Occupational Health, Safety & Welfare (Penalties) Amendment Bill as it passes through the Legislative Council. Ah yes, thrilling stuff. Reading the Hansard is not quite the way I'd choose to spend a Friday afternoon. Although it can be quite amusing. Politicians can be witty. Does that surprise you?

Have a good weekend my friends!

I think I will be starting to pack boxes. Do you know that it's only two weeks until we move? Eeek! I hadn't put a date on it before yesterday. Just vaguely "the end of the month" was all I could cope with. But putting a date on it has spurred me to action. Panicked activity. But action all the same!

Well, back to my readings...
Kathie

Thursday, August 09, 2007

Layout share

Grizzle. I'm off work today with gastro and a cold. I just don't seem to be able to get well! I am so tired of being sick. I spent all yesterday stumbling between my bed and the couch, trying to get comfortable. Sigh. I think I'm on the mend though and should be well enough to go to work tomorrow.

So, while I have some time, here is my page for Sketches Oz this week. Our brief was to scrap a page about ourselves around the theme 'beautiful'. Now, I don't know about you, but I find those sorts of pages really difficult. Nevertheless, here's my effort:



Forty Two
Journaling: Five years ago I started a journey. And finally, at the age of 42, I feel I've achieved my goal. I've tapped into the person I hid away inside me because I feared she was unlikeable. And I'm accepting her and I'm letting her be. And she's beautiful.

This stems from the time I spent working in a really busy job where I felt like I became an impatient bitch. I just had so much work to do that I couldn't even listen to people properly when they came into my office. I was always doing two or three things at a time. I used to get so frustrated when people didn't get to the point. Because I just didn't have time for pleasantries. I would get grumpy at meetings if I felt they were a waste of my time. I would get shitty with my boss when he lumped more and more work on top of me because I was a "good worker" and "reliable" to get it done.

Ah, I'm so glad those days are behind me. I much prefer the person I am today. I like that I can have a yarn with a co-worker if I want. I like it that I can laugh and joke at work, without being judged. I like that I don't take work home with me. I like that I don't have "urgent" phone calls to get work done in, like, a 2 minute turnaround.

I like that I don't get chewed out because I say to my bosses boss that I don't know the answer to her question, only to get summonsed to my bosses office a few minutes later, because he wants to know why I'm refusing to give information to her. Refusing? How can you refuse to give information when you don't know that information? When what she's asking has nothing to do with you? When you volunteered to chase up the information for her and get her an answer as soon as you were able? When the only reason that she's rung you to ask is because everyone who would know is at lunch and you're the poor ol' dumb bunny who doesn't get a lunchbreak?

Argh, I knew I shouldn't have started! There's lots more stories where that one came from. Grrr. So glad not to be doing that anymore.

OK, I'm off to see if I can stomach dry toast.
Kathie

Saturday, August 04, 2007

Encyclopaedia of Me - the letter B

Can I just start off by saying

Gwen
Rocks

Totally
Rocks

Just got back from the concert. Wow.


And so, on to the letter B:

B IS FOR BALANCE
I have been on a quest for balance in my life. I quit my management job about three years ago and downscaled my life. Went for peace and quiet over achievement. My decision followed some fairly major life upheavals, as these types of decisions often do. I also started meditation and yoga and changed my views about what was important in my life. I decided that I wanted to live consciously, in the moment, and take more time to appreciate things.

I struggle with the concept of balance on an almost daily basis. I am a chronic over-achiever. I strive for perfection. I take on too much. I like to be involved. I still find it hard to say no. But I have this quote that I keep in the front of my mind:

"Ask yourself, and yourself alone, one question: Does this path have a heart? If it does, the path is good; if it doesn’t, it is of no use.” Carlos Castaneda

So, I like this lifestyle that I have now. (For the most part, lol) And I know that I have it right when the little voice inside my head is quiet. When my little voice knows that I've got it right.

B IS FOR BLOGGING
Blogging. How much a part of my world has this become! I started blogging in January 2006. Jamie was a month old. I wanted to keep track of how he was doing, and to share with friends and family all over the country, indeed the world, what was happening in our lives. And look how many people I've met! Look at how many wonderful friends I now have, who I only know through our blogs. I have lost count of how many times I have been touched, delighted, saddened, inspired by blogs.


OK, well, I've been on painting duty today. I've painted, swept, dusted, vacuumed, and mopped. And I've screamed myself hoarse to Gwen Stefani tonight. And I'm tired.
'Night!
Kathie

A

I was just reading Tam's blog and she is blogging a daily Encyclopedia of Me. What a great idea! I'm gonna try it too. (LOL, I'm such a sucker for these types of things.)

Today is brought to you by the letter A.

A IS FOR AMAZING
Life is amazing. I trained as a biological scientist. I have an honours degree, majoring in immunology. I studied genetics, biochemistry, and microbiology as well. It fascinates me. Mother Nature. The Universe. I marvel at how it all works. The infiniteness. The patterns that repeat. The way everything fits. The rhythms. The sense of it all. It’s just amazing. You know: DNA replication; meiosis and the creation of new life; gravity; why bubbles have rainbows in them; the theory of relativity; genetic code. Oh my. It makes my head spin. We all have the capacity to be amazing. We should all think that we are amazing beings. Because we are. Each of us is unique. Each of us has our own set of special skills. We all have our individual quirks. Our imperfections. And we are all perfect in our imperfection. Love that quote!

A IS FOR ADELAIDE
I have lived in Adelaide for 42 years. It suits me. It's big enough. It's small enough too. It's cold enough to wear coats and scarves in winter. It's warm enough to swim at the beach in summer. It takes half an hour to get to work. It takes half an hour to get to my parents’ house.
But it takes a three hours plane flight to my sister’s house :(


Well, my bestest friend Shelley flies in tonight for the weekend. We're going to the Gwen Stefani concert on Sunday night. I'm so excited!

OK, betta get to bed now.
Have a great weekend.
Kathie