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The past two years have been all about adjusting to motherhood and finding my way through it via craft. The out pouring of this came in the form of my blog Aunty Mum. Now I'm finally finding my feet, the children are growing, I'm getting some independence and my interests are morphing . . . into cooking. Join me in exploring creativity in many forms, food, fabric, frowns and laughter.

Wednesday, November 25, 2009

Dinner Al Fresco

Our lovely home is proving to be quite a scorcher in the afternoons and evenings so what better way to beat the heat? Eat outdoors. And this proved to be such a hit that I was begged if we could do it again tomorrow night.

Tonight was an easy dinner due to the heavy workload today but it was so nice to sit outdoors and enjoy the shade. It also helped me overcome the grumps. Rogan woke Janae before she'd even had time to sleep today and he was heading for the over tired, cheeky yet fragile little boy he becomes some afternoons so by the time Kayley got home from school I was a bit of a bore. My mood wasn't helped by three children wallowing in the mud that resulted from Grandad watering his earthworks this afternoon. I know water and sprinklers are child magnets but I had to go rescue Janae from certain stuck-ness twice, I had to chase her up the hall as she tromped muddy boots through the house and I had to hose the three of the down before bath time. Never mind, we were all pals again by bed time and everyone was asleep in minutes. It makes the evenings nicer to end that way.

The Great Outdoors

It's been such amazing weather lately that there's been no excuse to get outdoors, shovel in hand and shift dirt, dig holes and generally get grubby. And, there's been no excuse for the children not to join me.

This morning Rogan and Janae found a big, dirty hole that grandad hadn't quite levelled out yet. So, while I was backfilling around the drive way and digging the holes for our clothesline they were wallowing.

This picture doesn't even do justice to what a fabulous time they had. Thank goodness we have a bath, just a shame it's white. Lately we've had lots of silt at the bottom of our baths; and, last night, I almost considered putting Kayley and Rogan back in for the second time as they were very dusty post their after dinner play.

Saturday, November 21, 2009

Feeling Irish

I've been feeling a little like the Irish this week as my potatoes appear to have developed a blight of some kind. Wanting no potato famine in my home I consulted the Prince of Potatoes - my cousin Peter. Consequently they've had a spray (much to my disappointment as I'd like to have gone spray free) and have dug up two plants just to check out what's going on. And see . . . lovely potatoes. They're definately a bit early as they tasted of nothing much really at dinner time but they're promising.

And for Janae, the little girl who loves to tell me what's dirty and what's clean, has had a day wallowing in dirt and loving it. First she started off in the vege patch rubbing dirt into her skin. I'm thinking it's some kind of new beauty treatment. 

I'm sure the cool dirt just felt nice on her little legs.

And then, while we were watering the concrete (to make it grow according to Rogan) she found a nice little puddle of mud and completely relished in that. Nanny sprayed her down with a hose before letting her come inside to the bath. Of course, upon getting to the bathroom I found masses of mud everywhere from the two older ones. Ahhhh, children are a blessing, or so I'm told. Still, it's a good excuse to get the place spruced up tomorrow morning.
Now it's bedtime so I'll trot off, dispence with the stories, kisses and doses of forgiveness for a day filled with mischief and relax for the evening.

Friday, November 20, 2009

Interesting Birthday Treat

Yesterday mother treated me to a cut and colour as a birthday treat. Today I got a driveway. Bet not many women can boast about a driveway for their birthdays.

Actually, it was more of a treat for the kids (as you can see from the photographs). Rogan loves concrete trucks but he'd never seen just what a concrete truck does until this morning. It was difficult to drag him away for swimming lessons.

And now? Now I'm getting a hole dug outside my driveway for . . .  a letter box . . . at long last. What a day!

Thursday, November 19, 2009

Sunny Days and Birthdays

Well, it's that fated time of the year once again. I had wonderful plans of 12 hours alone with a satay and dvd. Unfortunately that's not about to happen any time soon so I've bitten the bullet and I'll have a bit of a kid's party for the children tomorrow night instead. Fish and chips and a few treats are on the menu, as well as being allowed to stay up a little later than usual. It means I'll have to cope with three tired children all weekend but that's just life.

Apart from the major birthday disappointment it's been a fun week. Janae discovered Rogan's Banana's in Pajamas rain coat, managed to get it on and went out (in the blazing sun) to ride her bike. She was so cute but it got a little annoying as she kept taking it off and then asking me to put it on her again.

We've had more sprinkler madness with the squirty octopus.  Janae and Rogan had heaps of fun racing around and getting soaked and then laying in the sun before another dash. The best part about these photographs is how green our lawn is at last. I'm sure we'll have to mow it soon. This makes me happy as I love a crisp cut lawn more than almost anything.

And, as I've been writing this Kayley and Rogan have been hiding out in the bathroom with some makeup I've given to Kayley through the unpacking process. Take a look at this handsome devil. He reminds me of Violet Plum from Charlie and the Chocolate factory. And here I was about to relent on bath time tonight. Gotta have a bath now . . . head first I think.

Sunday, November 15, 2009

How Time Flies

I cannot believe that a whole week has flown by already. I also cannot believe how busy life has become with a big home and huge garden to tend to . . . as well as three lively children. Phew. I'm exhausted.

So what's the week held? Firstly some terrible baking. I like to think of myself as quite a good baker. I had huge success with some nenish tarts that I took to a Guy Fawlkes celebration last Friday and since then it's been downhill. I made my banana loaf that is usually so perfect as it comes from "The Perfect Cookbook" and it came out of the loaf tin and fell about all over the rack. I made a russian shortcake that rose beautifully and appeard cooked and then flopped and was still that half cooked chewy in the middle. It wasn't until I made a lovely roast for my parents that I realised my new oven's setting were not the same as my mothers. Where I thought I was cooking on fan bake, I was in fact cooking on defrost. Ah well, it's all part of the learning curve.

We've also been spending every spare moment in the garden. I have been given two lovely Puka trees and they're now planted in pride of place along one fence. Can't wait to see those in a year. I have three roses now, a bunch of blue and purple ground cover, some hot firelike canna lillies, and a lovely little bedding garden full of summer favourites like begonias, impatiens and other pretties. I'd show you photographs but I have yet to unearth my camera charger from a box so can take no photos at the moment.

But, the kids have had some fun too and here are some pics of their week.

Janae enjoying a tea party for one.

Rogan had discovered an old hat of mine and has barely taken it off since.

Rogan was given a bike by the physio from Te Whanau Ko Tahi and Janae has claimed it as her own.

So that's life over the past week. As you can imagine I've been shattered by the time the kids are in bed. I pull up the foot rest on my lazy boy chair, flick on my favourite shows that I've recorded (Master Chef Australia especially) and look longingly at my crochet basket. I just haven't the energy I'm afraid. I'm crashed out in bed by about 9.30 and up tackling another day by 6am the next morning seven days a week. Hmmm, when will it get a bit cruiser I wonder.

Monday, November 9, 2009

Growing Grass or Children?

Because of the lack of rain and the newness of my grass I've been running the sprinkler constantly and also constantly nagging the kids to stay off the tender shoots. Sunday, however, it was hot, I'd been in the garden two days running and they were looking longingly at the sprinkling water. Ah well . . . yes you can play under the sprinkler. What fun they had.

They were soaked and semi naked in minutes and they had a blast. Having lived with a pool for so many years I'd forgotten the hugely innocent fun a sprinkler head can be. I parked myself in a shady corner of the patio and laughed with them.

And, just like we did as children, once we'd got too cold to run anymore they spread their towels out on the hot concrete and relaxed and warmed up. I must remember what a great way that is to kill off an hour of a Sunday afternoon.

Thursday, November 5, 2009

Our Strangest Visitor

This morning the children were all agitated at the breakfast table. "Quick, quick" they said. "Come see the pheasant on the patio." I rushed over thinking they'd gone mad. In fact, they weren't quite made enough. There, strutting across the patio like he owned this place was young Mr Peacock.

We've had all manner of bird friends on our lawn gorging on grass seed. We've had a beautiful white dove, golden chaffinches, big black birds wallowing in the puddles from the sprinklers. But today was a first. Where did he come from? A question with no answer. Will he be back? Let's see tomorrow morning.

Tuesday, November 3, 2009

Week One

Wow, it's been an interesting few days so far. It's amazing how much there still is to do, how many boxes there are to unpack and how shattered I keep feeling come evening. Don't get me wrong. I'm certainly not complaining - I'm revelling in the autonomy of it all.

So, as promised, here are our first photographs . . . our first photographs of firsts.

Kayley and Janae playing on the patio with the doll's push chair on our first day.

My first rose bloom. It's called "My Girl" and is just gorgeous.

Our first meal . . . home made meatballs, pasta and salad. Yum.

Our first baking. Banana muffins with a secret pocket of chocolate in the middle. Double Yum.