- Aunty Mum
- 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.
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Last night I had one little boy who spent the whole night believing his bed was full of spiders, a little girl who fell asleep upside down in her bed and proceeded to cough, sneeze, snore, splutter, burp and fart her way through the night . . . all while I was trying to ignore a sore throat and get some sleep. Needless to say things are a little hazy around here today. I discussed making Kayley sleep in my bed tonight and I sleep in her room so that I can get a decent night's sleep. Dad has gallantly given up his room so he can sleep on the boat. I think his chivalry has a lot to do with having a few hours of solitude himself. It means I'll miss Crafty Girls this week, but that's probably necessary anyway. (Can't go spreading germs to all and sundry.)
We had a visit from my parent's Best Man today. Bob Lynn has been a name bandied about in our family for as long as I can remember. He was the only non-English member of the congregation at my parent's wedding. So, I think it'll be reminiscing around here this afternoon. Great . . . good excuse for me to head off for a long, warm snooze.
Monday, June 29, 2009
Sunday, June 28, 2009
So, I decided that today (Sunday being baking day) that I'd go back to a couple of old favourites . . . the stuff my mum used to make and then forbid us to eat. And I'm sharing these ancient recipes cos they've just got to be made and loved.
3 Tablespoons Cocoa
1 Cup Flour
1 Teaspoon Baking Powder
175 gms melted butter
Friday, June 26, 2009
Thursday, June 25, 2009
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
I bowed to pressure and went to see the doc this afternoon. We sat in a window seat and waited, saw the doctor and then went to the pharmacy to have our prescriptions filled. Not being in there two minutes someone called out . . . a car's just driven into the doctors. Wondering what was so exciting about that I popped my head out the door. A car had literally driven into the doctors, through the very window we'd just been sitting at. How scary is that . . . almost as scary as the HUGE bill I had to pay just for walking in there.
Needless to say, it's probably best to have a sensible diet, keep warm and dry, keep fit and then you have much less chance of being run down by a car while you're waiting in the doctor's surgery.
I've bowed to pressure from father today and booked an appointment with the doctor. I'm getting worse not better and now just speaking is difficult. Why does life get busy when all you want to do is sleep? Today has to be one of the toughest and all I want to do is be in bed in the sun. We have Virginia from Linmark coming in ten minutes; we have a paediatrics visit with Rogan this afternoon, we have my doctor's appointment later this afternoon; and, this morning, Kayley woke up with her version of this cold/flu. Oh, and our cleaners are in today. As I take five minutes to put this together they are kindly engaging the three children in cleaning chores, refereeing fights and giving me some much needed space. Thank you so much ladies. I feel a small bunch of flowers might be in order next Wednesday.
It's days like today that I wish my mum was home. I hope you're having a great time my lovely mother, but know you're sorely missed.
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
Saturday, June 20, 2009
My very first instinct was "Crap, who saw me do that?" which disappoints me. My first instinct should have been to check if Janae was still breathing. However, it seems society has degraded our parental instincts to the point where we may be more concerned with appearances than with the health and well being of our children. Now I understand that's probably a huge leap in logic, but when you look back at society from its inception, you have to wonder just how harmful a smack really is.
Don't misunderstand me. I'm not condoning violence in anyway; this is not a diatribe on the rights and wrongs of New Zealand's Anti Smacking legislation. It's merely an observation of the history of man. I've just about completed the four novels on Boudica the Celtic queen who almost defeated the Romans in Britain in the early parts of the first century. Wow! These were people who were peaceful and lived in relative harmony but trained as warriors from a young age. Then there's the Bible right from Genesis through Revelation: wars, Crucifixions, violence . . . all allegedly condoned by God. Looking through history we've fought against one another, we've tried to dominate one another, we've tried to discipline one another.
Is it human nature that triggers our instinct to smack? The monkeys doe it (to whom we are closely related genetically). Even cats (I have no idea of the genetic connection there) swipe their kittens around the head when they're fighting.
I do my utmost not to smack the children: I prefer Time Outs (for me and for them); I try positive reinforcement of good behaviour, I try using life's lessons to help them understand the rights and wrongs of living. However, I will smack when they're injuring another child, when they're about to stick a screw driver into a plug socket, when they're about to touch something that will burn them badly. I'll smack when it's an urgent matter of safety. There are times when my hand itches and all I want to do is leave a nice hand mark on their bottoms. It's not proven to be a particularly effective method of discipline I must add.
I will leave this with one question though: are our children being battered to death because their parents are at their wits end, it's the last straw, because they feel so constrained, judged and powerless in their own families that they can no longer figure out how to deal with bad behaviour and lash out at a defenceless child?
I want Kayley, Rogan and Janae to grow up to be self-disciplined, well rounded, intelligent children. I don't believe violence is the way to achieve that. However, these are not children at risk of being battered within an inch of their lives.
Friday, June 19, 2009
Thursday, June 18, 2009
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
I don't think I made an ounce of difference to my special friend, but if she reads this she'll know there's one more person who cares . . . a lot!
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
I had my first visit to Plunket last week. What an awesome experience. We had lots of amusing things to play with while we waited for our appointment time and then, once we got in, there was no rushing, no fussing but lots of patience and lots of support. Both Janae and Rogan appear to be doing fine in height and weight (even if Rogan is at the bottom end of height).
We have Linmark come to see us once a month to assist with learning in the home. Virginia brings us fun toys that are also educational . . . although when I see the amount of water on the floor instead of in the bath I wonder how educational some of them are. We have a folder each for Janae and Rogan where I can put photographs and pictures they've done and keep track of milestones.
Monday, June 15, 2009
Sunday, June 14, 2009
Saturday, June 13, 2009
Suddenly I'd just had enough come dinner time. The kids had been winding up Dad while he tried to watch the telly (that always stresses me out when I'm rushing about getting dinner on). I got them all seated and Janae threw her plate full of food on the floor. I lost the plot a little. I put her out of the high chair, told her off severely and burst into tears. Oh my how I wanted my mother right then (still do if I'm honest). But, she's 12,000 miles away so I've gotta suck it up and get on with it!
Now it seems Dad's got the hump with me. Oh well, being thankful for small mercies, he won't be regaling me with stories from his hunting books tonight. Think I'll curl up in the foetal position in a chair and lose myself in 6ft tall rugby players beating the crap out of each other in the hope that NZ can pull off a win.
Friday, June 12, 2009
Thursday, June 11, 2009
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
Having a Dad who's a keen hunter and gatherer we have lots of healthy and wild options in our freezer. Last week was a haul of fish. We usually take these down to the local fish and chip shop who kindly cook it all up for a fraction of the cost of purchasing fish and chips. But, not to be outdone by professional fast food cooks, Dad has purchased a big, shiny deep fryer. Tonight he's in charge of dinner . . . I'll add that I'm apparently in charge of batter preparations . . . and we are all keenly awaiting our scrummy take-at-home (as opposed to take-away).
He also purchased a man gadget, namely a special machine for vacuum packing the aforementioned wild foods to be frozen. I'm also looking forward to seeing how this works. I'm also hoping that, as we have no fresh venison to be frozen it'll spark a week's hunting in the back of beyond. That's a selfish wish as it would mean a few days on our own in the house.
And a quick note about a comment from Liz at Day Care yesterday. It was freezing so I sported my Sugar Bowl Beanie and rugged up warm for the various collection of children. "Oh, I love your hat," Liz says enthusiastically. "Did Kate make that for you?" I'm not sure whether to be flattered or a bit disappointed really (that's a joke by the way). It seems that our Greedy For Colour gal is making quite a name for herself and it's only a matter of time before she's the Alan Sugar of all things crafty (and that's not a joke!).
Monday, June 8, 2009
It's plainly obvious that we were all in fine spirits by bedtime. Even Team Kiwi had a look in yesterday. He is Kayley's class mascot and each student gets to take him home for a weekend and take him on their adventures. They have to write a short explanation of what they got up to and have pictures. This one's a gem of Kayley.
So let's hope the week continues in such a luxurious and friendly manner.
Saturday, June 6, 2009
Friday, June 5, 2009
I got two of these this morning. I was watching Kayley perform her jobs that are required on arriving at school when the mother of one of her class mates came up and told me that her daughter loves Kayley's array of crocheted hats and why can't her mum make her some. I smiled then because so often my crochet time feels more like a self indulgent waste of time rather than having an impact on anything greater.
The second comment really was a throw away comment from the teacher. We'd forgotten Kayley's home reading book: "Never mind," says the teacher. "You're always so good at remembering to bring everything every day, so just bring it back on Monday". So maybe all that organising isn't in vain.
So this morning, I sit at my computer with the washing machine whirling, Rogan trying to hack his way into his grandparent's computer, Janae re-arranging all the shoes on the shoe rack and the weekend baking begging to be started and I don't mind. I may feel like I'm floundering, but I think we're doing okay really!
Thursday, June 4, 2009
She walked across the courtyard full of excitement and the possibility of what was to come. She sat patiently while the Year One children had their turn running around the field. All the while I remembered my first cross country where I was about three metres from the finishing line and could see Mum jumping up and down cheering me on (despite my grand effort for last place) when I put on one last burst of speed, tripped over the blade of grass and landed flat on my face inches the wrong side of the finish line. The shame! (And the look of pity on my Mum's face as she rushed over to pick me up and hurl me across to the other side.)
Kayley started off, got a bit of a trip from someone in front and fell into last place. Ah well, I thought to myself, as long as she gives it her best effort, it doesn't matter where she comes. All the other little Year Two girls came staggering over the finish and Kayley was no where to be seen. I found her about three quarters of the way around crying because everyone else was faster than her. I tried to run with her but one of the mums suggested it would be kinder to sneak away and let the next race start. In hindsight it wasn't kinder. She should have finished, got the number on her hand and been proud to see it through. Ah well, there's always next year, and next year, no matter what, she'll get all the way to the end!
I dropped Rogan and pre-school and had a sneaky look at the books for sale. The very first was something of a sister book to my beautiful Baking Soda book and I just had to get a copy of that. But, as soon as I saw the cover I knew what my next creative idea is. I saw a decorating show the other day where they had nine small frames with cool things inside and thought . . . I know where I'd put that in my new house, but what to have in them. Now I know . . . three variations on my three favourite things: Shells and the beach, crochet with cotton, and flowers. Now I need to source nine little paper toll boxes and get to work . . . once I've finished my blanket and the half dozen baby's hats I've promised the local Mainly Music group as gifts for new mothers. All I need to do now is make sure the idea grows rather than gets lost in the myriad things running around my brain at any given moment!
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
Monday, June 1, 2009
So that kind of set the scene for the day. It's been a Martha Stewart eat your heart out day. I made batch of lemon cupcakes and iced them. Yum they were delicious. By this evening I had a beautiful roast in the oven, a lemon merengue pie (made virtually from scratch) in waiting, the lawns were all mowed, kids bathed and all of us feeling a whole lot better than we have all weekend due to some much needed sleep this afternoon. And the best part? School's back tomorrow. Yay!