Monthly Archives: July 2013

Family Time

This weekend we took time off to be with my family (well not really I wasn't working & Andreas was literally only there for a whole Saturday). It was fantastic, Logan's schedule flew out the window as we battled our way through the rain heading towards Margaret River. It was our last family hurrah before my little sister moves to Victoria with her fiancé.

We stayed in a converted shed which looked exactly like a house & even with 8.5 people we survived with only 1 bathroom! It was out in the bush & we could take our pack of dogs (4 between us!) although, they got delegated to inside with the bandicoots scurrying about outside the front door.

 

Logan grew up so much while we were down there. He fell in love with the beach & the waves and had his first big tumble in the surf (on shore thankfully but his Uncle sneakily caught it all on camera!). He did puzzles surprising all of us with how good he was & he talked more but it's still pretty much baby talk. He even got to do makeup with his Aunty every morning. I would love love love to up stakes & head bush but apparently it's very cliquey down in MR if you haven't grown up there. Still it's a dream and Logan would love to have chickens!

 

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Gr8 Week

This week culminated in my little sister's Hens & me having to touch Brazilian stripper penis (definitely not what I will be putting on the list below!

  1. Piping perfect buttercream after an epic cupcake & frosting fail.
  2. Making pastry cream.
  3. Sleeping through the night on Friday (Logan has had a cold)
  4. Having a very productive day at work on Thursday.
  5. Ribs at family dinner.
  6. 'Nup' being a common word in our house – bad but oh so adorable
  7. Making honey crackles which are now known as Honey Joys…why?
  8. Making a toilet paper wedding dress
  9. Dancing the Macarena in a club
  10. Celebrating my little sister!

 

 

 

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God?

I am not a religious person. I did the required classes during my time at my public primary school both in Australia and Papua New Guinea. But whilst I don’t believe in a specific religion I do find myself hoping that there is someone out there keeping an eye on us all.

If I had to identify with any one religion I guess my background would be closest to Christianity. I can say the Lords Prayer on command – they were pretty intense getting this into my head back in PNG. But I wouldn’t have a clue about hymns, other prayers or anything else to do with it all.

Logan hasn’t been baptised and whilst I would love for him to have god parents I just feel like I’d be making a farce of the whole thing. If it was a tradition in our family then I wouldn’t think twice but it isn’t so we haven’t.

But why have I gotten onto such a heavy topic? Last week as I was driving home from work to go and get Logan from my Mum’s house I found myself behind a horrible car. No it wasn’t spurting toxic gas into the atmosphere but it was definitely toxic none-the-less. This car had one of those stickers on it…you know the kind, the picture of Australia with the words fuck off we’re full in it. But what made this car even more toxic was the fact that this sticker was side by side with a baby on board and ‘little aussie’ on board sticker. At that moment I found myself praying – I didn’t know who to but I prayed for that child. I prayed that even though the views of (I’m assuming the mother as it was a woman driving) their mother were horrible that they would grow up to love all people and that just because you are born in one place doesn’t mean you have the right to bar people from enjoying our home too.

My blood was boiling but in that moment I was so happy for my upbringing. I promised myself Logan would be a tolerant person who would look at both sides of an argument and who would think of others before opening his mouth.

Everyone is entitled to their own opinions but when they are hurting others I don’t think that is fair. Whilst I didn’t take much from the religious aspects of my schooling I did take this – treat others as you would like to be treated. If we could all live our lives like this the world would be a much better place to live in.

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Gr8 Week

 

  1. Wedding cake trial success – finally, but we still have sprinkles all over our kitchen!
  2. Logan having great reports from daycare, playing with other kids & no tears.
  3. The fact that I was raised in a good family (I definitely take this for granted!).
  4. Bib & Tucker for a big family breakfast! I had the Chai granola and it was delicious.
  5. Visiting the zoo with my boys.
  6. Watching Logan show off with his play kitchen.
  7. Pizza!
  8. Making photo books.
  9. My maid of honour booking tickets to visit us in Denmark.
  10. My other great friend getting himself a girlfriend.

 

 

 

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Getting Rid of the Clutter

I hate cleaning, have I stressed that enough yet? I was perusing my usual reads and stumbled across a post on My Little Loves about living a minimalist life. Since then I've begun a slow purge of everything (especially my clothes and random kitchen bits and pieces) and it feels so good.

The bed in our office is now covered in all that stuff and I am mulling over selling it or donating it. I think I will do half and half but most of it will go to charity. I just want to choose one that actually gives goods to people who need it rather than op shops etc… where anyone can go to snag a bargain. So if anyone in WA has any suggestions please let me know.

I have already failed in not buying Logan any toys this year. We went ahead and snagged him a play kitchen in the sales and he is in heaven. I bought this because A) it was half price for something pretty awesome and not ugly/covered in pink and (B) I want to encourage his imaginative play and get him interested in cooking and baking – something that Andreas never got into as a child!

But back to living a minimalist life, I'm not doing the best job of it and lately I've become pretty terrible with money but it's motivating me. I'm now really thinking about what I purchase instead of just buying things for no reason. So wish me luck and I hope this inspires someone else in some little way. It is scary to think about just how much waste we are producing. I get horrified seeing people throwing away perfectly good furniture because they can't be bothered donating it or even selling it!

My little dare devil on a hand me down bike

 

 

 

Gr8 Week

  1. My pets usually they're on the list of 'currently doing my head in' but this week they've been charming.
  2. My sister getting her wedding dress
  3. Shopping with my Mum and sister before she leaves for Melbourne in August
  4. Going out for dinner first for our wedding anniversary and then out with coworkers
  5. Pretty flowers in my office
  6. Non stop cups of tea at work
  7. My gorgeous friend working her butt off to make me the sweetest elephant apron for a very belated birthday present.
  8. Instagram bringing friends closer
  9. The weather beautiful but freezing summer days
  10. All the toddlers in our Mums Group

I also want to take a moment to send my love to people who have had a horrible week. It has not been kind to a lot of people and you are all in my thoughts xoxo

 

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Speak up you’re a mama now

Or Papa or caregiver…

But what I'm getting at is those little moments. You may or may not know the ones depending on your personality but I'm talking about when someone makes a derogatory comment and you just sit there quietly seething but not wanting to speak up. Some people are born with the ability to shout their views from the roof top and be outspoken when it comes to disagreeing with someone or expressing their opinion. Others such as myself can't do this. I often realise this when I'm with my sister-in-law who is incredibly vocal sometimes too much so (she told me I wouldn't be able to cut it as a teacher…she is currently studying to be a highschool English teacher) and I feel like a shrinking violet not willing to speak up.

Last night at dinner my family made some horrible comments that families do when they feel safe in their surroundings. Australia definitely has an undercurrent of racism and anyone who argues otherwise is bullshitting. So how, if you're a wallflower can you express your opinion? This was the question I posed to myself after the dinner – after all, I'm a Mama now and I don't want Logan to grow up thinking negative/derogatory/racist comments are ever ok no matter where you are.

I'm going to start by expressing myself more with my family. After all they aren't going to disown me if I tell them off for saying something offensive. I am also going to ask that those comments not be said around Logan, just as they won't swear around him they shouldn't be saying offensive things either. I'm hoping this will make me stronger when I'm outside my comfort zone. I will be honest and say that I won't take on anyone who looks like they would hit me if we're out in public and I more than likely won't argue with strangers. But in those moments I will do my best to educate Logan as to why what was said or done was wrong.

It's all about us doing our own bit to make sure the world our children inherit is full of love and positivity not violence and hatred. I'm starting small but aiming high. After all, I'm a mama now, I'm in charge of leading a child through life until he is old enough to make his own decisions. Hopefully, with my help the majority of them will be the right ones.

 

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Speak up you’re a mama now

Or Papa or caregiver…

But what I'm getting at is those little moments. You may or may not know the ones depending on your personality but I'm talking about when someone makes a derogatory comment and you just sit there quietly seething but not wanting to speak up. Some people are born with the ability to shout their views from the roof top and be outspoken when it comes to disagreeing with someone or expressing their opinion. Others such as myself can't do this. I often realise this when I'm with my sister-in-law who is incredibly vocal sometimes too much so (she told me I wouldn't be able to cut it as a teacher…she is currently studying to be a highschool English teacher) and I feel like a shrinking violet not willing to speak up.

Last night at dinner my family made some horrible comments that families do when they feel safe in their surroundings. Australia definitely has an undercurrent of racism and anyone who argues otherwise is bullshitting. So how, if you're a wallflower can you express your opinion? This was the question I posed to myself after the dinner – after all, I'm a Mama now and I don't want Logan to grow up thinking negative/derogatory/racist comments are ever ok no matter where you are.

I'm going to start by expressing myself more with my family. After all they aren't going to disown me if I tell them off for saying something offensive. I am also going to ask that those comments not be said around Logan, just as they won't swear around him they shouldn't be saying offensive things either. I'm hoping this will make me stronger when I'm outside my comfort zone. I will be honest and say that I won't take on anyone who looks like they would hit me if we're out in public and I more than likely won't argue with strangers. But in those moments I will do my best to educate Logan as to why what was said or done was wrong.

It's all about us doing our own bit to make sure the world our children inherit is full of love and positivity not violence and hatred. I'm starting small but aiming high. After all, I'm a mama now, I'm in charge of leading a child through life until he is old enough to make his own decisions. Hopefully, with my help the majority of them will be the right ones.

 

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