Monthly Archives: May 2010
I’ve been so mega-inspired of late that it’s probably borderline illegal somewhere in this crazy world.
Last weekend I did a TV presenting workshop which just has me rearing like a horse at a gate, slobbering like a Pavlov pup and whining like a teething toddler. Don’t get me wrong, this development hasn’t been like a bolt out of the blue, in that I’ve always really thought that TV was the place I wanted to be. But now, it’s like I know. Like, KNOW KNOW.
Then of course, there’s this e-course I keep blabbing on about.
It’s amazing. So amazing in fact, that I’ve decided to post in-depth thoughts, commentary and ramblings (plus some art stuff) on a whole other blog. I’m not going to be divulging the course deets itself, mind you, but just my thoughts in the meantime. Yeah, so if you’re into that kinda thing, you can check it here. (Link is fixed now, thanks so much Kylie for pointing that out!)
If not, stay here, sit a while. I’ll put the kettle on and we’ll have hot chocolate.
So today is a good day. A GREAT day, even!
Why? Because today I did two amazing things that I think might just change my life.
1) Joined the gym. Then forced my hubby to join with me. With 6 months of free CHILDCARE thrown in no less (Shazam! Kapow! Insert other highly motivated cheer of glee here!) Meaning we can have date nights as often as we want! On spin bikes if we choose! Wearing heart rate monitors!
2) Signed up for this incredible e-course. I know it’s incredible because I’ve already been mega inspired by just reading through the comments of the other people taking it. My heavens. My greatest challenge is just to stay open minded, I don’t want to get sucked into thinking “I know exactly what I’m going to get out of this!” but rather, just leave myself open to whatever may come. Because whatever it is, it really is all good.
Okay, okay, so this photo is now 2 months old, but given that at the time we were just post-accident and hospital stay and without internet access (oh, how I have missed you, let me count the ways!!) then I feel more than a little justified putting these up now. Firstly, because we did very, very little to celebrate our littlest one’s 1st birthday so in my mind, a little strutting in cyberspace cannot be a bad thing. Secondly (and more importantly), because my cake – collapsing as it was – totally rocked it.
In fact, here’s another angle, just so you can really lap it up.
Our little munchkin is coping much, much better this week with his broken little appendage. He’s discovering lego, blocks and little toys and lapping them up like they’re made of chocolate. I’m actually beginning to think that maybe this awful turn of events may end up resulting in a massive leap in his brain development. Perhaps he’ll be a genius engineer or something – or you know, worst case scenario, even if he ends up broke and in the gutter, at least he’ll be able to make cool stuff out of collected paddle pop sticks.
My boy. Oh how I LURVE him.
I never thought I’d start a post by quoting Bart Simpson, but seriously, after today’s all-you-can-wipe buffet of vomit, snot and nappy explosions so intense that they had to shut down Heathrow yet again, there’s only one way to kick this thing off: Aye Caramba!
I don’t know what I did in a past life, but I’m starting to have a sneaking suspicion that I did something – not horrifyingly awful, but just slow and painful, like tapping somebody on the head oh so lightly with an egg-beater for about forty years. Either that, or I nagged my husband to death.
The evidence, your honours. 2010 has thus far presented our family with a head-on-collision for moi, a near-weeklong hospital stint for hubby, and then a broken limb for our darling littlest, on his first day of day-care, no less.
But hang on, where was I? Oh yes, bodily fluids. Naturally.
So in the wee (no pun intended) hours of this morning, Mister Six comes strutting into our room, with that beautiful expression that rings in my ears like honey to a bee (do bees have ears? Note to self: rethink your similes): “I need a bucket to puke.”
We sprung into action just in time, and proceeded to spend the remainder of the night playing “catch the yak!” with the little man.
Which was okay. Until this morning, when our very littlest decided to spew forth a raging torrent of the most foul kind from his other end. Which again, would be okay, except did I not mention that he’s wearing a FREAKING FULL-LEG CAST!!!! Here ’tis again, just in case you missed that tiny development.
Be still my beating gag reflex.
Anyway, I’ll spare you the gore, but let me at least finish with this: when you find yourself standing outside Woolworths (our Aussie equivalent of Sobey’s or Safeway, for the benefit of my Canadian friends), with one hand holding your son’s face over a bin while he pukes away in front of passing shoppers, and the other one cradling your toddler resplendent in his broken leg garments, there’s only one thing to do…
Car accidents, hospital stays, ensuing never-ending medical dealings, house-moving and now, the latest saga, my poor littlest darling, all 15 months of him, has had his leg – and simultaneously my heart – broken on his first day at his new day-care this week.
After all the drama of this year, I think we ALL needed a bit of a ridiculously elaborate celebratory bash. And, we reasoned, the 2nd littlest man’s 6th birthday seemed to qualify on both counts of:
a) peaking excitement at the entire concept of birthday-dom; and
b) potential to be remembered for the duration of said little dude’s life.
And so it was that what began as a ‘let’s just throw something together at short notice, invite a few friends over and have a few bowls of chips’ evolved into ‘let’s invite the entire neighbourhood, anybody who can come from the new school and pretty much everybody we know with small children, let’s buy a portable basketball hoop, water bombs, prizes galore, sausage rolls, chicken nuggets, platters of fine cheeses and more, let’s introduce a very loose superhero theme and last but not least, let’s spring for a freaking JUMPING CASTLE. And not just any jumping castle, mind you, but one with a shady cover, a slippery slide and a doggone PIRATE FACE, PEOPLE!’
Now, while I am never one to brag (except when discussing my sheer awesomeness), it must be said that this party completely freaking rocked. And given that I spent the majority of it carting snacks between the oven and the patio, wrestling with water-balloons that refused to stay water balloons (I mean come on, you’re a child’s play thing. If I can hold my shit together in the midst of complete chaos then what the heck is your excuse?) and trying to employ logic with sugared up pint-sized partygoers in regard to what constitutes ‘not freezing sufficiently to warrant elimination from the dance-freeze game’, that’s really sayin’ something.
I think the moral of this story is that as parents, we have found with in ourselves some unchartered territory – the kind that goes completely over the top and here’s the clincher, actually enjoys it.
I’m serious. From now on, when it comes to parties, do not mess with us. You think I’m joking? Just try me baby. Name the time, name the place and we will be there complete with a jelly pit, sumo suits and a ghetto blaster spouting the best of The Muppets.
All that was left at the end of the day was to sit back post-clean-up, put up our feet and clink our glasses in congratulations.
That is, until Little Miss Seven came limping out of bed with those immortal words: “I threw up in my bed.”
And yes, we’re back to earth.