Monday, April 23, 2012

a bit of a manic monday

It's early.  I'm up, and really I should be getting the preliminary stuff done for the day before everyone else is awake, but I spend 20 minutes catching up on my blogging friends, thinking through some changes for my own blog, posts I could write etc.  I hear her first piercing cry and know that Dadda is there and will take care of her, and she should fall back to sleep.  Another 15 minutes pass and she's not crying now, but calling out my name.  She's awake, and I am dragged out of my blogosphere and thrust into the reality of my home, with more than one early morning riser.

We are all awake now, and one by one as their feet hit the carpet, the house begins to buzz with the sounds of morning.

And then it begins.

"I need help with my breakfast"

"nappy"... do you want to go toilet? "noooooooooo"

"woof woof"

"My porridge overflowed in the microwave"

"The baby is eating my bun"

"owie"

"why do I have to get ready for school now when it doesn't start until 9am?"

One is running late for work...

One is wanting for it to really be Saturday so she can watch tv all morning...

The little one is pouring black pepper into her breakfast bowl.  Not sprinkling, pouring.

One is barking for outside, inside, breakfast, outside, inside, water...

One is meowing up a storm just to get my attention... and for no apparent reason.

And while I type this I have a hot cup of coffee in my favourite mug (oh the blessing!) and I intend on sitting here at the table until it is finished (wishful thinking?).  LadyBug has climbed up on to the table now and is eating my breakfast, which is obviously more delicious than the pear she just screamed the house down for!

Is it called "manic monday" because everything seems so much more dramatic when it happens on a Monday?

I think it's going to be the perfect day to look out for the blessings...

Like just having some of that yummy coffee (still hot mind you) spill on my lap and not on the laptop!  That's a great place to start.

This "in the moment" post should be brought to you by some famous coffee company... because I already have a feeling I am going to need a bucket load of it today!


Friday, April 20, 2012

"she's just like you!"


He stands in the kitchen doorway while we have a discussion.  One leg in the room, indicating that he is intent on having this conversation, the other already pointed the other way with the many other duties beckoning him back to his office.  As I'm busily preparing lunch, I pose a question to him, turn my head in readiness for his reply and he has already left.  LittleBee is sitting at the table watching this unfold.  I guess it bothered her that he didn't answer me, as she says "He didn't answer you Mumma."  "Oh that's ok, Dadda's busy." I reply.  I continue the lunch prep and out of the corner of my eye I see her trot off to her Dad's office, which isn't too far away from the kitchen for me to hear her say to her father... "You didn't answer Mum's question.  You just walked away.  That's rude Dadda!"  


"She's just like you, you know!"




~ she's just like me? ~



I find it quite interesting to look upon a new little baby and try to work out who this tiny creature resembles.  Does he have his Daddy's eyes or his Mother's sweet nose?  Will she be taller, like him, or have her bellowing golden locks?

When LittleBee was born, she looked like my side of the family.  She had fair hair, fair skin, and was a round little bundle of love.  Everyone said "oh my, she's just like her mother".  Whilst people would 'ooh' and 'aah' at our pink babe, I questioned which of my features she actually had.  One day, when the opportunity arose I found a picture of Hubby when he was a new born.... and wouldn't you know it, but this pink little child was almost the spitting image of her father when he was the same age.  Same round face.  Same full cheeks.  Same button nose.  Same butt chin.  Just like him.


Dadda... a loooong time ago!

LittleBee ~ 2 weeks old


When our Oliver was born, we didn't have the same opportunity to 'ooh' and 'aah' over him like we would have loved too.  Given anything too.  But in the short time we had Oliver with us, we were able to touch his soft dark hair, stroke his olive skin and just wonder if he indeed would be the reflection of his father.  Just like him.





Then along came LadyBug.  Our rainbow baby.   "Oh my, she's just like her daddy" they say.  A mass of soft dark hair.  A sweet round face.  Dark eyes.  Button nose.  Butt chin.  Olive complexion.  Just like her Daddy.



LadyBug ~ 4 weeks old


Or are those big eyes and sweet smile just like mine?


Guess who?
LadyBug about 18 months

~ she's just like me? ~


"wah wah wah"  LadyBug is holding on to her little doll "Bubba" around the neck, while making the sounds for him.  I spy her through the reflection of the en suite mirror.  She is carrying “Bubba” quite precariously, but then with such gentleness and love, she places him on the pillow on my bedroom floor.  “wah wah wah” she speaks on his behalf again and soothingly pats his little stuffed belly.  “Shhh.  Stay” she whispers to him sweetly and the assures her little Bubba “I be back”.








~ she's just like me! ~



More than their appearances, the shape of their nose or the colour of their eyes.  More than the shade of their hair or how tall they'll be... These precious pink things that run around our feet are reflections of us.  The way I speak, she speaks.  The way I comfort, she in turn comforts.  They are my mirrors, my shadows.  Always lurking behind me, soaking up every word and action... yes, the good and the bad, and then parrotting them, whether I like it or not.  


And every day I am reminded of the importance of making sure my reflection is what I want them to be displaying.  It's an ongoing 'battle' of sorts... fighting the natural desire to retaliate, to lose my temper, to yell or sulk, and instead, to try to find those better qualities within me.  


We all want our children to be beautiful.  You have to admit that most babies are adorable, and toddlers can be pretty darn cute when they want to be.  We want our sons to be handsome, and our daughters to be beautiful.  But there is more to these little people than that, and we should want more than mere appearances.  


I want my girls to be better than me, kinder than me, more loving and gentler... but for them to do that, I need to do that first!  


A lesson in motherhood today, check my reflection before my 'reflections' check me!

{this moment}

{this moment} - inspired by Soulemama... a single photo with no words that captures a  simple, special and extraordinary moment from our week.  A moment I want to savour and remember.  If you're inspired to do the same, leave a link to your 'moment' in the comments...





Monday, April 16, 2012

welcome back school

Our homeschool routine has been welcomed back quite enthusiastically by LittleBee.  She has happily spent the morning reading spelling words, creating sentences and working through her grammer work.  Right now, if I look over my shoulder, I can see her immersing herself into her math work.  She's completed her two page revision of last terms work (quite effortlessly if I may say).  Today's math problems include chance experiments, graphing and evaluation.





The start of a new term is always daunting for me.  I worry that I haven't done enough preparation, because usually I haven't had the time throughout the holidays to dedicate to lesson planning etc.  I fret about making sure we are reaching all of the education standards required but the government.  I get concerned that I might be stifling LittleBee's education rather than enhancing it.  But that usually only lasts one day... then I am gently reminded just by watching her learn, discover and create, that we are doing ok.

I have a few ideas of things that we might achieve this term... a look into local history, an environmental study, sewing and finally starting on our little garden patch out the back.  LittleBee will be starting an Auslan course this term too which is very exciting.  Now I just need to gather my motivation to make all of these wonderful ideas a reality for our little school and our wonderful Pupil!

Here's to Term 2!


Friday, April 6, 2012

an afternoon in the garden

It's not very often in a normal day that I just stop and spend time playing with the kids.  *gasp*  I'm just being honest!  It's hard to find time to play dress ups and build sand castles when there is always a pile of something that needs to be washed or folded, or something that needs scrubbing or wiping.  Bills, dishes, laundry, food... Oh that the house would clean itself, the meals be cooked and served and all that would happen so that a mother can bend a knee little more often and brush a barbie's hair.

The perils of motherhood?  Or the reality of life?  I'm not sure.  Perhaps it's the expectation that I place upon myself that everything should be done, and the realisation that the little people around me are buzzing and growing and having a world of fun at my feet.  And one day soon they won't be calling on me to come play anymore.

So one day I decided to stop and listen.  On this particular day, as I looked down into the sweetest big round chocolate-pool eyes, I listened to LadyBug's pleas and headed her call for me to "tome"...


 "tome" pick the flower buds from the trees...




"tome" find a strawberry to nibble on...




"tome" play ball...



"tome" sit on a rock in the shade of a big ol' tree and look around in wonderment!




These little people of mine are teaching me more than I ever thought possible... teaching me to really take hold of the moments while they are still there for the taking.  That you can't buy back the time once it's gone.  That sunny autumn days should be spent outside exploring the world of the back yard, soaking in the sun, bouncing on the trampoline, building sand castles, gathering treasures.  I need to let the grubby little fingers of my little people grab hold of my bigger hands, and let them drag me into their little world of adventure, fun and make believe.

These are precious moments that I really want to savour.  

Thursday, April 5, 2012

{this moment}

{this moment} - inspired by Soulemama... a single photo with no words that captures a  simple, special and extraordinary moment from our week.  A moment I want to savour and remember.  If you're inspired to do the same, leave a link to your 'moment' in the comments...







Wednesday, April 4, 2012

bagels, bagels everywhere!

I'm sitting here in a dimly lit corner of the lounge room.  My beautiful little LadyBug was showing me where my eyes were yesterday and poked me square in the right eye, at point blank range.  It's pretty sore, and I'm looking forward to sleeping the pain away, but I had to share our little Pesach Preparation adventure today.

This week is when Passover, or Pesach is observed.  Jewish people all over the world will stop and remember what God did for the Hebrews in the times when they were slaves in Egypt.  He showed His might and power and set them free from their oppression.  It is their "Easter" story.  We are really interested in learning about this special holiday too.  We see it as a time for us to learn what the Jewish tradition is, and how it points to the saving grace of Jesus Christ, the Messiah.  We decided to head out to Melbourne today to see what we can gather for our own Pesach celebration.

We took a drive into Elsternwick today, knowing the town is influenced by a rich Jewish presence.  Driving down Glen Huntly Road and looking out over all the shops with distinctive Jewish names, like" Szwarcbard", "Goldberg" and "Abrahams" you know that you are in an unique part of Melbourne.

Walking down the main street though, and one thing becomes very clear... there are a lot of bagels in this place!  We spied a bagel bakery sitting in the middle of a row of shops and ran in there as fast as we could (we all have a soft spot for bagels!)  On coming out of this bakery, fresh bagel in hand, we spied another store.  A much bigger one!  Bagelicious.  It was kind of like a Warner Bros moment when you see something you really delicious and your eyes pop out of your head and your jaw drops to the ground with your togue rolling out at the same time!  I stood amazed for a second, and decided that once our first bagels had been digested we just had to visit this one.  We did pop in for a coffee and cake, after some shopping time,  And wouldn't you know it, wondering around the street a bit more we discovered at least three more bagel-eateries for the tasting!  The town is like a bagel heaven to say the least.

not a bagel, but a pretty delicious coffee and crumble from Bagelicious

Shop after shop displayed Passover trading hours along side the traditional Easter hours.   The Coles store announcing their kosher seafood will be in store by Thursday. This home-wares store advertising that they can help you get ready for passover.

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It really fascinated me.  Probably because we don't ever see anything like this anywhere near where I live.  Sort of in the same way as it would be intriguing to sit at a dinner table with an person from an interesting country or background and listen to them tell tales of their homeland.  We are really interested in the Passover, and what it teaches us about Jesus, and to see the passover preparations as a way of everyday life was really interesting to us. 

Aside from the bagels, and the promise of more bagels next time we visit, the op shops and book store took our fancy.  We were able to pick up some pretty candle holders and quite a number of books on Jewish celebrations.  This one though, has to be my favourite!  One that I really want to sink my teeth into (pun intended, groan!)





The preparation for Pesach has begun in this non-Jewish, Jesus loving house.  The wonder and tradition of the holiday will be richly intriguing I know, and it is something that we are looking forward to celebrating together.

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