About Me

Perth, WA, Australia
Hi friends. To those I have met in person and the many I haven't - welcome to our nest. Thanks so much for stopping by. I am a mama of six baby birds and wife to one papa bird. Our nest is an intricately woven home, crafted over time, through the highs and lows of life, and many in-betweens. We are soon to leave our Australian nest to re-locate to our second home, the UK. This is our story, of our new life in a new country, the trials and tribulations, bidding goodbye to precious friends and embracing new. I know at times, our wings will be flapping so hard to keep us moving forward that we will tire, however, a little perseverence will bring effortless gliding amongst a soft breeze, and even stronger wings for the journey ahead. Welcome to our flight......

Monday, 28 June 2010

The Reading Agenda ...


Reading books to children is vitally important. One, for their educational development.
Two, because only good parents read to their children (daily, preferably at bed-time when the little ones choose the longest and thickest book they can find). And three, because the pictures in children's books are soooo cute and bright and fun.

Now I come into the number three category. I am not a good parent in the sense that I read for educational purposes but quite simply that I like the look of the books. I am so taken in by all of the different types, the newness of them, the smell, the excitement of choosing one and then buying it and taking it home to sit on the shelf just begging to be read. But that is where I fall down. I want to keep them all new and clean and lovely but children have a tendency to bend and scrunch the pages and fold down the top corners or cart them around the house only to be lost somewhere under the couch two days after being bought. So I put them on the top shelf of the bookcase where they can't reach them! Clever Mum but a very Bad Mum who may have control issues I expect!

If I do sit down to read said books, the experience is less than satisfactory. Anyone with small children will know that reading a 10 page book to a child can take up to half an hour because of all the interruptions and questions about the story!!! Here is how it goes:

ME "Once upon a time...."
LITTLE-ONE "Mummy, why do they always say once upon a time?"
ME "Because that is how all good stories start. So..once upon a time, the little red caterpillar woke up on a cold and frosty morning".
LITTLE-ONE "Ooh, it was very cold this morning wasn't it Mummy?"
ME "Yes it was. Let's just read."
LITTLE-ONE "It was so cold that my cuddly toy had to stay under the covers all day."
ME "Yes, well, I know the feeling - as I was saying .... cold and frosty morning, the little red caterpillar was looking for a nice warm breakfast and ..."
LITTLE-ONE "Porridge!!! I bet he finds porridge, just like I had this morning, with milk and honey and nice and hot. Can I have porridge tomorrow?
ME "Yes you can. You never know we might still be reading this when dawn breaks! Why don't you just listen and we can read about the caterpillar and what happens."
LITTLE-ONE "Yes, yes, let's see what happens."
ME "OK, where were we? Right, looking for breakfast and oh no, he .... "
LITTLE-ONE "Look at his eyes, they look funny, I can make my eyes look like that. See Mummy look at me!"

You get the picture!

Monday, 7 June 2010

The Big Green Monster ...


We are in our new house. It is lovely and spacious, new and bright. We are also drowning in snot and covered in spit from violent coughing. Yep, the winter flu. Perfect timing the week we move in and I am desperately trying to organise, well, everything! It is incredible how much the human body can excrete from their noses and all of the different colours it can produce. Clear and frothy that kind of dribbles into the mouth, milky white which is a bit thicker and hangs just above the top lip, pus yellow (eeuch!) which always seems to end up on the sleeves of children's jumper and then of course, the daddy of all daddy's, the BIG GREEN MONSTER. This is serious nose discharge and of course, a sign of infection. Nobody goes near the kid with the green nose. Mothers discussing their children's health status are all interested in nose discharge colour. 'Oh its fine, little Johnny just has a bit of a runny nose. It's clear, NOT GREEN, so lets still get together and have that play'. (Which in translation really means I want to distract my kind-of-sick-kid by playing with your healthy kid, so I can sit down for two hours, drink coffee and eat cake - but I digress).

Anyway, my kids noses are all green. Needless to say the other day I was giving number 3 son a cuddle and kiss and as I walked away, noticed something on my upper lip. Without thinking I whipped my tongue out (thinking it was a biscuit crumb or something) and disposed of the offending 'thing' (in my mouth). Yep, you guessed it, snot. My son's dried up crusty old piece of snot that had been hanging around in his nose for quite some time. But hey, it wasn't green.