Merry Christmas!
I know this is a few days early, but I just couldn't resist!
Aren't my little reindeers gorgeous?
I love being a mum
Thursday 22 December 2005
Merry Christmas!
Merry Christmas!
I know this is a few days early, but I just couldn't resist!
Aren't my little reindeers gorgeous?
I love being a mum
Wednesday 21 December 2005
Wiggly Wiggles
Imagine this,
Tara, Eden, myself, my sister, her three boys (all under the age of seven) and about 10,000 other screaming kids at the Entertainment Centre - and NO pram.
So, we took the kids to the Wiggles Concert as an early Christmas present on Monday, and I can honestly say, NEVER AGAIN! Not that it wasn't a good show (except for Greg Wiggle, that's the yellow one, having just had a hernia operation and couldn't wiggle much at all) but I was SO damned exhausted by it all it took me three days to get over my migraine. Thank God my sis left her baby at home or we both would've had to grow another set of arms each to hold our kids sticky little hands.
And, to top it all off, you'd think Tara would LOVE the show. She watches the four dancing dudes every morning, but alas, as soon as the lights dimmed, Tara completely FREAKED out, covered her ears, crawled into my sister's lap and.. wait for it....
FELL ASLEEP!!!
Yes, you read it right. My little ball of energy, my fast re-charge battery Tara who has NEVER slept for more than 30mins during the day and a max of four hours at night (I'm baffled as to how she does it. This morning she woke at 5.30am and is STILL not sleeping) fell asleep during the super-noisy performance.
I was completely dumb founded! I wouldn't believe it if I hadn't seen it with my two eyes. She preferred to sleep than watch the prancing and the dancing and the RIP OFF MERCHANTS! Which leads me to my second biggest gripe of the day. The merchandise was so bloody expensive. Would you believe that a single helium balloon was $10! Yes TEN DOLLARS for a stupid balloon that would either fly away once we left the show or deflate within a day of getting home. What amazed me even more were the stupid parents who bought them for their whiney kids. No joke, almost two-thirds of the kids had a balloon - and a t-shirt, flashing cup, Dorothy dinosaur tails, captain feathersword wands (and the list goes on).
Anyway,
On a COMPLETELY different track, my beautiful Eden angel said her first word! She's been babbling for a couple of days now, but she actually said DA DA (which was also Tara's first word). As usual, the mum is always second best in the eyes of little girls.
Thursday 15 December 2005
Rally anyone?
For all those who want to be a part of something positive in light of the recent riots, a rally has been organised for this Sunday, December 18. Below are the details.
Hope to see you there!
I'll be the one pushing the double pram, waving Aussie, Croatian and Palestinian flags while bribing Tara with chocolate so she'll stay put.
The Unite Against Racism Rally
WHEN: Sunday 18th December 2005
TIME: 1pm
WHERE: Town Hall Square
The rally will make it's way to Belmore Park where there will be a number of speakers, celebrities and sports people from varied cultural and religious groups.
For more info, visitDarpism
Hope to see you there!
I'll be the one pushing the double pram, waving Aussie, Croatian and Palestinian flags while bribing Tara with chocolate so she'll stay put.
The Unite Against Racism Rally
WHEN: Sunday 18th December 2005
TIME: 1pm
WHERE: Town Hall Square
The rally will make it's way to Belmore Park where there will be a number of speakers, celebrities and sports people from varied cultural and religious groups.
For more info, visit
Smiley, Chubby Eden
I haven't posted any pictures of my beautiful girls in AGES, so I thought I'd lighten up the mood of my blog and share some of my recent favourite pics.
They are both growing up SO fast, sometimes it's hard to imagine that I'm a mum to TWO babies. Tara is super-duper intelligent and completely charismatic. Everywhere we go, people stop to chat to her. Eden is such an little angel, the perfect baby. On solids now, she is even (finally) sleeping through the night. She has a calm and soothing demeanor, utterly lovable.
Can I be even more soppy? I'm allowed to, their mine
Monday 12 December 2005
The Irony of Ironies
How's this for Ironic?
As I was taking Tara and Eden out for lunch today, I came across two youths of ``Middle Eastern Appearance'' selling raffle tickets to raise money for Surf Life Saving Australia.
I bought $20 worth.
Ha!
P.S Having been bombarded today by images of violence from the riots at Cronulla on the TV, I became more and more angry at the one sided coverage of the news. I did not see ONE SINGLE person of Middle Eastern Appearance interviewed and asked their views at the scene of the violence. One broadcast on channel 7 did however cut to a young Arabic looking guy of about 20 who was watching what was going on in Brighton. The pearls of wisdom coming out of his mouth? ``Ohh MY Gawddd''. Just another blatant way in which the Australian media portray those who are not ``Aussies'' as ineloquent, second class and not worth listening to. Keysar Trad from the Islamic Friendship Association of Australia seems to be the only Lebanese-Australian contact that ALL media outlets have.
As I was taking Tara and Eden out for lunch today, I came across two youths of ``Middle Eastern Appearance'' selling raffle tickets to raise money for Surf Life Saving Australia.
I bought $20 worth.
Ha!
P.S Having been bombarded today by images of violence from the riots at Cronulla on the TV, I became more and more angry at the one sided coverage of the news. I did not see ONE SINGLE person of Middle Eastern Appearance interviewed and asked their views at the scene of the violence. One broadcast on channel 7 did however cut to a young Arabic looking guy of about 20 who was watching what was going on in Brighton. The pearls of wisdom coming out of his mouth? ``Ohh MY Gawddd''. Just another blatant way in which the Australian media portray those who are not ``Aussies'' as ineloquent, second class and not worth listening to. Keysar Trad from the Islamic Friendship Association of Australia seems to be the only Lebanese-Australian contact that ALL media outlets have.
I'm Disgusted!
To quote an Aussie icon.....
SHAME, SHAME, SHAME.
I'm disgusted, appalled, scared, angry and horrified by the actions of my so-called fellow Australians.
But, I'm not shocked or surprised.
What happened at Cronulla and then subsequently at neighbouring suburbs Brighton, Maroubra etc makes me BOIL. To all those people who believe Australia is a fair and racist-free country, they are COMPLETELY deluded. This farce of MULTICULTURALISM is just a catch phrase, a loosely thrown around word which people hide behind in an effort to mask their true racist feelings.
Now, before I go on, I would like to first make it clear where I stand.
Violence is WRONG, there is NO excuse for humans to act like animals. I do not condone what happened firstly to the surf lifesaver, nor to the THOUSANDS of racists that came out en force yesterday to `protest' nor the retaliatory strikes later that night.
However, there is blame to place. The police, the media and more generally the culture of Australia. Oh, and the individual idiots who actually SPECIFICALLY went out for a fight. Let's not kid ourselves, the 5000 strong crowd did not go out to protest in a positive, nationalistic manner.
Police
They knew there was going to be a riot. Why the hell weren't they were better prepared? Why didn't they stop the massive crowd from disintegrating into such a disgusting pack of animals? Why weren't they more vigilant with banning alcohol on the beach? Why didn't they use fire hydrants or some other means rather than tiny bottles of capsicum spray (which are only effective on 1 person at close range)? They are pathetic! They looked like a bunch of scared pussys.
Which leads me to ask. Did they want this to happen? Everyone knows (even though I'm not from the Shire) there have always been racial tensions in the area.
Media
As a (former) member of the Australian press, the Media have the job to report factually, not to ESCALATE or INFLAME. They have a responsibility not to use terms such as MIDDLE EASTERN APPEARANCE, or LEBANESE Youths! The language is wrong, the language fuels hatred. It pisses me right off that they use these terms. It paints a picture that these gangs have been imported right from Lebanon. I was born here, however, because I am of Middle Eastern Appearance, does it mean that this is how I will always be described? Not as an Australian even though this is who I am?
Culture
Racism is alive and rampant in Australia. I have always been aware of it (ever since I was first called a WOG at the age of 6) and have on numerous occasions been a target of it. I see it everywhere I go, am aware of it when sales assistants serve my mum (who has been here since 1971) with a smirk and a ``couldn't be bothered attitude'' because of her accent, when people speak to my dad with patronising words and tones dripping off their tongues, when my brother is set upon by three police brandishing batons because of his looks, when my sister is at a fast food restaurant with her beautiful children and told by middle aged women that ``it's people like you who hold up the line''.
It's not fair, and I live with it, like most people I know.
However, the difference is that I would not act like an animal and bash a complete stranger.
How do we change people's attitudes? It starts with the parents, teachers (who at my school called those who weren't Anglo-Saxon ETHNICS - brandishing the word as if it was a swear word) and then the Media, the GOVERNMENT. I always find it ironic how ``Australians'' selectively embrace parts of other cultures - tabouli, stir frys, kebabs, pasta, red wine - but then lump all WOGS in one pile as soon as there is any violence or anti-social behavior. It makes me sick.
I'm proud of my heritage, I'm proud of my country Australia.
I'm scared for my children, I don't want them to be targets or feel like second rate citizens. To all those at the riot at Cronulla who were waving the Australian flag, you are an INSULT. Do not hide behind it and use it for your racist actions and words. To those IDIOTIC fuckwits who burnt the Aussie flag, shame on you - you should be locked up.
To everyone else, do not let ignorance and hatred rule. It's quite easy actually, common respect goes a long way.
Be prepared Sydney for revenge attacks.
SHAME, SHAME, SHAME.
I'm disgusted, appalled, scared, angry and horrified by the actions of my so-called fellow Australians.
But, I'm not shocked or surprised.
What happened at Cronulla and then subsequently at neighbouring suburbs Brighton, Maroubra etc makes me BOIL. To all those people who believe Australia is a fair and racist-free country, they are COMPLETELY deluded. This farce of MULTICULTURALISM is just a catch phrase, a loosely thrown around word which people hide behind in an effort to mask their true racist feelings.
Now, before I go on, I would like to first make it clear where I stand.
Violence is WRONG, there is NO excuse for humans to act like animals. I do not condone what happened firstly to the surf lifesaver, nor to the THOUSANDS of racists that came out en force yesterday to `protest' nor the retaliatory strikes later that night.
However, there is blame to place. The police, the media and more generally the culture of Australia. Oh, and the individual idiots who actually SPECIFICALLY went out for a fight. Let's not kid ourselves, the 5000 strong crowd did not go out to protest in a positive, nationalistic manner.
Police
They knew there was going to be a riot. Why the hell weren't they were better prepared? Why didn't they stop the massive crowd from disintegrating into such a disgusting pack of animals? Why weren't they more vigilant with banning alcohol on the beach? Why didn't they use fire hydrants or some other means rather than tiny bottles of capsicum spray (which are only effective on 1 person at close range)? They are pathetic! They looked like a bunch of scared pussys.
Which leads me to ask. Did they want this to happen? Everyone knows (even though I'm not from the Shire) there have always been racial tensions in the area.
Media
As a (former) member of the Australian press, the Media have the job to report factually, not to ESCALATE or INFLAME. They have a responsibility not to use terms such as MIDDLE EASTERN APPEARANCE, or LEBANESE Youths! The language is wrong, the language fuels hatred. It pisses me right off that they use these terms. It paints a picture that these gangs have been imported right from Lebanon. I was born here, however, because I am of Middle Eastern Appearance, does it mean that this is how I will always be described? Not as an Australian even though this is who I am?
Culture
Racism is alive and rampant in Australia. I have always been aware of it (ever since I was first called a WOG at the age of 6) and have on numerous occasions been a target of it. I see it everywhere I go, am aware of it when sales assistants serve my mum (who has been here since 1971) with a smirk and a ``couldn't be bothered attitude'' because of her accent, when people speak to my dad with patronising words and tones dripping off their tongues, when my brother is set upon by three police brandishing batons because of his looks, when my sister is at a fast food restaurant with her beautiful children and told by middle aged women that ``it's people like you who hold up the line''.
It's not fair, and I live with it, like most people I know.
However, the difference is that I would not act like an animal and bash a complete stranger.
How do we change people's attitudes? It starts with the parents, teachers (who at my school called those who weren't Anglo-Saxon ETHNICS - brandishing the word as if it was a swear word) and then the Media, the GOVERNMENT. I always find it ironic how ``Australians'' selectively embrace parts of other cultures - tabouli, stir frys, kebabs, pasta, red wine - but then lump all WOGS in one pile as soon as there is any violence or anti-social behavior. It makes me sick.
I'm proud of my heritage, I'm proud of my country Australia.
I'm scared for my children, I don't want them to be targets or feel like second rate citizens. To all those at the riot at Cronulla who were waving the Australian flag, you are an INSULT. Do not hide behind it and use it for your racist actions and words. To those IDIOTIC fuckwits who burnt the Aussie flag, shame on you - you should be locked up.
To everyone else, do not let ignorance and hatred rule. It's quite easy actually, common respect goes a long way.
Be prepared Sydney for revenge attacks.
Thursday 1 December 2005
Van Nguyen - less than 24 hours to live
I can hardly write this post without wiping tears from my eyes and clearing the lump in my throat.
When did it become okay to kill? Isn't it the biggest contradiction in terms that those who are charged with either possessing drugs that could potentially kill or who murder are then killed themselves? This 25 year boy, who should by any right live at least another 50 years will have his life taken - not by a higher being - but by another man. And, in such a cruel and inhumane manner.
How can any sane person support capital punishment? Singapore, who many believe is a liberal, advanced country has shown its true colours to the world. Barbarians! And to add even more insult to injury, his mother has not (at the time I'm writing this) even been given the opportunity to touch her son, to hold him, console him. The son she carried in her womb, laboured and gave birth to. This is WRONG! Maybe, because I am a mother now, I feel the pain even more deeply, more intensely. But, I also know there are millions of people like myself who are shocked and appalled by members of this human race.
I'm praying, as are many, that there will be an 11th hour reprieve.
Lord, let him live, don't let him hang
P.S I know there are many other people who have been put to death around the world (999 in the United Sates alone since 1976), I know this case is not unique and every life is precious.
When did it become okay to kill? Isn't it the biggest contradiction in terms that those who are charged with either possessing drugs that could potentially kill or who murder are then killed themselves? This 25 year boy, who should by any right live at least another 50 years will have his life taken - not by a higher being - but by another man. And, in such a cruel and inhumane manner.
How can any sane person support capital punishment? Singapore, who many believe is a liberal, advanced country has shown its true colours to the world. Barbarians! And to add even more insult to injury, his mother has not (at the time I'm writing this) even been given the opportunity to touch her son, to hold him, console him. The son she carried in her womb, laboured and gave birth to. This is WRONG! Maybe, because I am a mother now, I feel the pain even more deeply, more intensely. But, I also know there are millions of people like myself who are shocked and appalled by members of this human race.
I'm praying, as are many, that there will be an 11th hour reprieve.
Lord, let him live, don't let him hang
P.S I know there are many other people who have been put to death around the world (999 in the United Sates alone since 1976), I know this case is not unique and every life is precious.
Wednesday 16 November 2005
Spitting Soccer players
Why is it that every time the SBS camera man did a close up of one of the players tonight (Socceroos vs Uruguay) the guy was spitting out a big, fat goli?
It's so freaking gross the way these guys conjure up these spitballs through their nasal passages, deep down from the back of their throat to the tips of their tongues and then launch the saliva-ry mess -with great accuracy may I ad - on to the carpetty grass.
I'm not a fan of soccer (sorry, Football), I think I've watched about 5 games in my life. I wouldn't know the difference between a penalty and a corner. But I thought it would be a great bonding moment with my husband (not a massive fan either but used to play state league) - and it was. I have a new appreciation for the guys - well maybe not appreciation for their skills but definitely for their looks. Not pretty boy Kewell or gigantic Balkan Zelko Callac but for dreamy-greeny eyed John Aloisi. I reckon he's HOT and has a really cute ass.
My husband thinks I'm mental.
I'm really happy for the Socceroos. It was great they won, especially since Viduka missed that goal at the end. It was so funny to read his lips after he missed it (for all those who speak Cro) it was easy to see what he yelled ( Picka te Materna - Mother C***). I'm no prude, but Cro's really can swear - and with such vim.
Anyway, watching the match got my hubby talking about how when he used to play in a team of other north shore Croats (he was a leftback) he'd punch the guys in the kidneys. Charming. My husband is not excatly a small guy, but he is very sweet, so the mental image of him digging his fists into some little guys kidneys made me laugh. After all, he is a Cro. I suppose it was karma his soccer career ended after he snapped his leg while playing the World Game. Which, in a way is good as I really can't imagine myself falling in love with a spitting soccer player, I prefer my wrestling honey.
It's so freaking gross the way these guys conjure up these spitballs through their nasal passages, deep down from the back of their throat to the tips of their tongues and then launch the saliva-ry mess -with great accuracy may I ad - on to the carpetty grass.
I'm not a fan of soccer (sorry, Football), I think I've watched about 5 games in my life. I wouldn't know the difference between a penalty and a corner. But I thought it would be a great bonding moment with my husband (not a massive fan either but used to play state league) - and it was. I have a new appreciation for the guys - well maybe not appreciation for their skills but definitely for their looks. Not pretty boy Kewell or gigantic Balkan Zelko Callac but for dreamy-greeny eyed John Aloisi. I reckon he's HOT and has a really cute ass.
My husband thinks I'm mental.
I'm really happy for the Socceroos. It was great they won, especially since Viduka missed that goal at the end. It was so funny to read his lips after he missed it (for all those who speak Cro) it was easy to see what he yelled ( Picka te Materna - Mother C***). I'm no prude, but Cro's really can swear - and with such vim.
Anyway, watching the match got my hubby talking about how when he used to play in a team of other north shore Croats (he was a leftback) he'd punch the guys in the kidneys. Charming. My husband is not excatly a small guy, but he is very sweet, so the mental image of him digging his fists into some little guys kidneys made me laugh. After all, he is a Cro. I suppose it was karma his soccer career ended after he snapped his leg while playing the World Game. Which, in a way is good as I really can't imagine myself falling in love with a spitting soccer player, I prefer my wrestling honey.
Wednesday 26 October 2005
I believe in the power of prayer
One of my best friends in the world is undergoing surgery this morning to remove a malignant tumour.
This friend of mine is more like a sister. She has always been there for me, ever since I was four years old. She has been there through all my joyful times and my woeful times. She has been a consistent force of love in my life. She needs your prayers.
Whether you believe prayer has the power to heal, I implore anyone reading this blog to take 2 minutes and just send a positve thought, a quiet prayer for health.
Thank you
This friend of mine is more like a sister. She has always been there for me, ever since I was four years old. She has been there through all my joyful times and my woeful times. She has been a consistent force of love in my life. She needs your prayers.
Whether you believe prayer has the power to heal, I implore anyone reading this blog to take 2 minutes and just send a positve thought, a quiet prayer for health.
Thank you
Saturday 22 October 2005
Saturday 15 October 2005
Separated at Birth?
Actor Richard Attenborough, ''Roger Bartlet'' The Great Escape
I was watching the Great Escape tonight (for the millionth time) and I couldn't help but chuckle at the striking resemblance between my local MP (see below) and Richard Attenborough. That goofy smile, big teeth and googly eyes! If I only I can dig up a picture of Robbo in his Army Reserve uniform - they'd look like twins.
On the other hand, my husband thinks Anthony Roberts looks more like Ralph Wiggum from the Simpsons. HE HE HE
Friday 14 October 2005
Tara the Terrible's Toddler Tantrums
I came really close to losing it in Woolworths the other day.
Picture this, I'm laden down with groceries, have a chubby four-month old in the baby bjorn carrier, and a screaming (yet somehow still gorgeous) toddler screaming bloody murder. Her problem, she didn't want to sit back down into her pram. Do you know how hard it is to put a struggling, very feisty toddler into her pram, and strap her down? Everyone was staring at me , tsk tsk tsking, shaking their heads and mumblilng something about me being the worst mum on earth. While I kept a serene smile on my face and kept calling her ''Princess'' I really wanted to smack her and call her a little shit. Thank God for small graces, a nice lady helped me put the now beetroot faced Tara into her pram who was by now wailing ''daddy - Tara'' over and over again at the top of her lungs. If it wasn't for the curls we share, people might have thought I 'd abducted her from her father. My wish at that moment was that her daddy was the stay-at-home and I was somewhere, anywhere else. I would have even wanted to be a Checkout Chick.
Today, we're taking her to see Bananas in pajamas. Let's hope we don't have another meltdown
Sigh!
Picture this, I'm laden down with groceries, have a chubby four-month old in the baby bjorn carrier, and a screaming (yet somehow still gorgeous) toddler screaming bloody murder. Her problem, she didn't want to sit back down into her pram. Do you know how hard it is to put a struggling, very feisty toddler into her pram, and strap her down? Everyone was staring at me , tsk tsk tsking, shaking their heads and mumblilng something about me being the worst mum on earth. While I kept a serene smile on my face and kept calling her ''Princess'' I really wanted to smack her and call her a little shit. Thank God for small graces, a nice lady helped me put the now beetroot faced Tara into her pram who was by now wailing ''daddy - Tara'' over and over again at the top of her lungs. If it wasn't for the curls we share, people might have thought I 'd abducted her from her father. My wish at that moment was that her daddy was the stay-at-home and I was somewhere, anywhere else. I would have even wanted to be a Checkout Chick.
Today, we're taking her to see Bananas in pajamas. Let's hope we don't have another meltdown
Sigh!
Tuesday 4 October 2005
I have an addiction
You may be wondering where I have been.
Well, I've discovered something that gets my pulse running, my adrenalin pumping, gives me a sense of euphoria - but is highly addictive.
it's Ebay.
While I know I'm pretty slow in discovering this wonderful past time, I love it! The danger is that I've already won two items and am currently bidding on another 15! Uh-oh I know I should have lowered the limit on the credit card.
Is there an Ebay Anonymous out there? I may have to start up a support group.
Well, I've discovered something that gets my pulse running, my adrenalin pumping, gives me a sense of euphoria - but is highly addictive.
it's Ebay.
While I know I'm pretty slow in discovering this wonderful past time, I love it! The danger is that I've already won two items and am currently bidding on another 15! Uh-oh I know I should have lowered the limit on the credit card.
Is there an Ebay Anonymous out there? I may have to start up a support group.
Wednesday 28 September 2005
You're Baptised!
Beautiful Eden
I can't believe we have Christened our second child! It feels amazing and surreal that so much has happened over the last 18 months.
Eden Monica (her new name) was so perfect on Sunday! She didn't even cry and looked absolutely adorable as you can see from the above pic. She looked just like a porcelain doll. It was a lovely day, a beautiful ceremony. We kept it very small - and if it was up to me, it would have been even smaller, but c'est la vie.
The important thing is that my baby is now Christened, and that's all that matters to her dad and I.
I wanna have more babies!
P.S Have started job hunting for a part-time job. I need something to get me out of the house a couple of days a week.
Tuesday 20 September 2005
Hypocrisy
My ultimate job would be to work for the ABC's Foreign Correspondent
This top rate current affairs broadcast is one of my all time favourites. Tonight, I caught the tail-end of a segment on the inter-fightings of the Christian Church in Jerusalem. Being a girl of faith and also having the supreme honour of saying my family hails from this most holy of holy places in the world, I was left embarrassed and stupified at the hypocrisy of these supposed ''holy men'' of the Church.
Let me try to simplify the situation.
The Church of the Holy Sepulchre in Jersusalem (which is built on the site where it is claimed the crucifixion and resurrection of Jesus took place) is divided into sections where the different Christian denominations - Greek Orthodox, Catholic, Armenian, Syrian, Egyptian Coptic and Ethiopian worship. Now it is no secret each believes they are superior to the rest, but the war between the Egyptian and Ethiopian Copts takes the cake.
While, I do not claim to know the reasons behind this feud, what has taken place between these two sects is pathetic. As I was watching the segment, I was burning in shame and anger at how the leaders of these two have carried on. Now, I'm not talking about name calling but physically bashing the brains out of the other. Greyed and long bearded monks (most quite elderly) hitting their ''enemies'' with iron bars, sticks and bricks. One Egyptian monk was saying how an Ethiopian bashed their Bishop while he sat motionless in his chair. Other footage was shown of a bleeding- and now brain damaged Ethiopian monk due to the assault- lying motionless on the hard stone ground, blood oozing from his temples.
For shame, for shame. It made me want to vomit.
And these MEN call themselves HOLY and claim to have devoted their lives to emulating Jesus.
What a Joke. How disgusted must God feel?
What happened to, ''Love one another as I have loved you''?
And the Greek Orthodox ( who own the second largest number of assets in Israel) aren't any better. Their (former) head dude, Patriach Irineos I, sold millions of dollars worth of real estate in Jerusalem to - wait for it - JEWISH SETTLERS!!! He has been deposed and is now just a lowly monk. And this is a holy man??? He's just as bad as Judas. No wonder my dad calls them all crooks.
When did it all become about MONEY? Jesus turned the tables of the merchants in the temple in his day, shouldn't these men who teach his word, do the same?
Whilst it sounds like a script from a bad soap opera, the saddest thing about it is that it's all true. The most embarrassing thing for me, however, is that the Israeli army have to keep law and order at the Church. They must be laughing their heads off at us.
I wish I saw the whole show, maybe I can get a tape from the ABC shop. Mike Willacy, you're a top rate Journo.
This top rate current affairs broadcast is one of my all time favourites. Tonight, I caught the tail-end of a segment on the inter-fightings of the Christian Church in Jerusalem. Being a girl of faith and also having the supreme honour of saying my family hails from this most holy of holy places in the world, I was left embarrassed and stupified at the hypocrisy of these supposed ''holy men'' of the Church.
Let me try to simplify the situation.
The Church of the Holy Sepulchre in Jersusalem (which is built on the site where it is claimed the crucifixion and resurrection of Jesus took place) is divided into sections where the different Christian denominations - Greek Orthodox, Catholic, Armenian, Syrian, Egyptian Coptic and Ethiopian worship. Now it is no secret each believes they are superior to the rest, but the war between the Egyptian and Ethiopian Copts takes the cake.
While, I do not claim to know the reasons behind this feud, what has taken place between these two sects is pathetic. As I was watching the segment, I was burning in shame and anger at how the leaders of these two have carried on. Now, I'm not talking about name calling but physically bashing the brains out of the other. Greyed and long bearded monks (most quite elderly) hitting their ''enemies'' with iron bars, sticks and bricks. One Egyptian monk was saying how an Ethiopian bashed their Bishop while he sat motionless in his chair. Other footage was shown of a bleeding- and now brain damaged Ethiopian monk due to the assault- lying motionless on the hard stone ground, blood oozing from his temples.
For shame, for shame. It made me want to vomit.
And these MEN call themselves HOLY and claim to have devoted their lives to emulating Jesus.
What a Joke. How disgusted must God feel?
What happened to, ''Love one another as I have loved you''?
And the Greek Orthodox ( who own the second largest number of assets in Israel) aren't any better. Their (former) head dude, Patriach Irineos I, sold millions of dollars worth of real estate in Jerusalem to - wait for it - JEWISH SETTLERS!!! He has been deposed and is now just a lowly monk. And this is a holy man??? He's just as bad as Judas. No wonder my dad calls them all crooks.
When did it all become about MONEY? Jesus turned the tables of the merchants in the temple in his day, shouldn't these men who teach his word, do the same?
Whilst it sounds like a script from a bad soap opera, the saddest thing about it is that it's all true. The most embarrassing thing for me, however, is that the Israeli army have to keep law and order at the Church. They must be laughing their heads off at us.
I wish I saw the whole show, maybe I can get a tape from the ABC shop. Mike Willacy, you're a top rate Journo.
Monday 19 September 2005
Helen Clark - who says you can't have both brains and looks?
Bad, bad teeth
Whilst I claim to know a bit about Australian politics, I must admit I know next to nothing about the politics of our brethern across the Tasman.
I do know this however, NZ PM Helen Clark has really, bad, bad teeth. I was thinking this as I watched her on TV the other day and wondered why on earth people like her (with really, really bad teeth) do not get them fixed? She's in the public eye, has plenty of money and must really scare herself some mornings. Hell, I was scared when she cracked a smile the other day.
On the other hand, I hear she's pretty decent - and she's one of the only women PMs in the world, so I shouldn't be such a picky cow.
Friday 16 September 2005
Yummy, yummy Abla's
I like sweets. I mean I LOVE sweets. Anything containing sugar - gimme, gimme, gimme.
So, imagine how excited I was when Darp came over today with his beautiful girlfriend with a plate of Arabic-sweets from Abla's. These sugary, nutty, filo pastries hit just the spot - so I proceeded to eat the whole plate without feeling even an ounce of guilt eventhough these delicious tidbits are laden with butter and dripping with calories. My excuse - I'm breastfeeding.
Now, for those who do not know what Abla's is, it is a Lebanese sweet shop in the Western Suburbs of Sydney. It is not unique, but probably the best known. I remember my parents taking me there when I was a child and looking around in awe at the massive trays of every colour, shape and flavour of dessert you can imagine. Think (the original) Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory ''Candy Man'' scene crossed with pictures of Lebanon, hooka pipes and little coffee cups. You get the idea.
Thanks Darpie - kiss kiss kiss
So, imagine how excited I was when Darp came over today with his beautiful girlfriend with a plate of Arabic-sweets from Abla's. These sugary, nutty, filo pastries hit just the spot - so I proceeded to eat the whole plate without feeling even an ounce of guilt eventhough these delicious tidbits are laden with butter and dripping with calories. My excuse - I'm breastfeeding.
Now, for those who do not know what Abla's is, it is a Lebanese sweet shop in the Western Suburbs of Sydney. It is not unique, but probably the best known. I remember my parents taking me there when I was a child and looking around in awe at the massive trays of every colour, shape and flavour of dessert you can imagine. Think (the original) Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory ''Candy Man'' scene crossed with pictures of Lebanon, hooka pipes and little coffee cups. You get the idea.
Thanks Darpie - kiss kiss kiss
Wednesday 14 September 2005
What a relief!
I got back the results of the biopsy today and thank God, the lump is benign.
I can't really explain how relieved I am - it's almost indescribable.
When I got the good news this afternoon, I took a big, long breath and offered up my undying gratitude to the Lord. It wasn't so much that I was scared for myself, but more so for my daughters, husband and family. I didn't want to have to put them through any pain.
Anyway, on a much lighter note, Tara has learned a few more words and was happy to babble all day. She astounds me with her vocabulary every day, but it never ceases to amaze me. She says ''bread'' and ''banana'' and is trying very hard to put words together in sentences by repeating the same word and putting an `a' between them. Its very, very cute.
Not much more to write about. I should really have an early night.
Good night
I can't really explain how relieved I am - it's almost indescribable.
When I got the good news this afternoon, I took a big, long breath and offered up my undying gratitude to the Lord. It wasn't so much that I was scared for myself, but more so for my daughters, husband and family. I didn't want to have to put them through any pain.
Anyway, on a much lighter note, Tara has learned a few more words and was happy to babble all day. She astounds me with her vocabulary every day, but it never ceases to amaze me. She says ''bread'' and ''banana'' and is trying very hard to put words together in sentences by repeating the same word and putting an `a' between them. Its very, very cute.
Not much more to write about. I should really have an early night.
Good night
Sunday 11 September 2005
Lazy, Lazy day
The morning after the night before!
Today, I have done nothing.
Seriously, I have only done the bare minimum one has to do when they have two babies. I have done no housework, no cooking, no getting out of PJ's until I showered the girls and no going out.
We got home pretty late from my brother's 21st party last night and I just wanted to laze all day. It was pretty exciting getting all dolled up - even if it was just for my parent's backyard. To get into some sexy heels and slap on some make up made me feel young and pretty.
I have done one thing though, yell at the people living down stairs. I truly am a really nice person, but get on the wrong side of me and I can turn into a snarling lioness. To cut a long story short, the couple downstairs were banging around all night - as you know my babies are light sleepers - and by 9.30pm I was fuming. Every bang they made startled Tara and Eden and I'd had enough. I wasn't that rude, until the cow said it was OUR fault for not insulating out place properly. The gaul of some people. It's an old unit block and they only moved in 3 months ago and they think they own the place. She even had the hide to say she hears running - i.e Tara playing - but they don't complain.
I was about to smack her.
I basically told them to piss off and walked back up stairs with ``talk to the hand gesture'' held up.
Humph
Anyway, about last night. The party was great, they all seemed to have a good time, but they were all so TAME. I can't understand it. I - and all my friends at 21- were abso-fucken-lutely WILD, especially at parties. But, I suppose you have to understand my dearest brother and his mates. Let me try to explain.
They are the beautiful people you see on billboards, video clips and Diet Coke commercials. And my brother and his best friend Gian-Carlo (yes, I know the name is even super cool) are like walking Calvin Klein posters. They all wear DESIGNER clothes, Versace bling is a must and drive European cars - not fast but super slow so everyone gets a good perve. They also have these stunning girlfriends and chiseled physiques, the envy of many. (I'm jealous). When they are not working they are either:
1) getting a hair cut
2) getting a part of their body waxed
3) sunbaking (a tan shows off their bulging muscles even better)
4) clothes shopping -(only designer)
5) going to the gym.
They only eat protein rich foods, no fat, junk food, cigarettes, alcohol, drugs, sweets or chocolate and their favorite pastime is - wait for it - taking photos of themselves. They have photos of themselves EVERYWHERE.
But, they even do this in style. Posing is a must and smiling is not allowed. Imagine a cross between Zoolander and a P.Diddy music video. You get the idea.
It actually got really funny watching these kids - who were all wearing ITALIAN WHITE LEATHER SHOES, (apparently this is the latest fashion trend) - snap away on the obligatory digital camera, each one has glued to their hand, and strike a pose.
And, of my God the presents! I think each one was trying to out-do the other! In my day ( I sound so lame) we gave bottle of Sambuca and $50 gift vouchers to HMV for 21st gifts. My brother received designer fragrances, diamond jewelry, vintage bottles of Moet (which will never be drunk as they don't do alcohol) and the latest European designer clothes.
I'm just being jealous cos I shop at Target
I think I'm being a bit harsh. They are great kids, really good. They are never in trouble with the cops or mixed up with anything illegal and are always polite and respectful. What more could you ask for? It's hard enough for teenagers these days to stay on track (am I starting to sound like my mum?), so if their only crime is spending every last cent of their pay packets on the latest diamond-encrusted Longines watch, then so be it.
I do love my brother, I adore him.
Happy Birthday Bro.
Today, I have done nothing.
Seriously, I have only done the bare minimum one has to do when they have two babies. I have done no housework, no cooking, no getting out of PJ's until I showered the girls and no going out.
We got home pretty late from my brother's 21st party last night and I just wanted to laze all day. It was pretty exciting getting all dolled up - even if it was just for my parent's backyard. To get into some sexy heels and slap on some make up made me feel young and pretty.
I have done one thing though, yell at the people living down stairs. I truly am a really nice person, but get on the wrong side of me and I can turn into a snarling lioness. To cut a long story short, the couple downstairs were banging around all night - as you know my babies are light sleepers - and by 9.30pm I was fuming. Every bang they made startled Tara and Eden and I'd had enough. I wasn't that rude, until the cow said it was OUR fault for not insulating out place properly. The gaul of some people. It's an old unit block and they only moved in 3 months ago and they think they own the place. She even had the hide to say she hears running - i.e Tara playing - but they don't complain.
I was about to smack her.
I basically told them to piss off and walked back up stairs with ``talk to the hand gesture'' held up.
Humph
Anyway, about last night. The party was great, they all seemed to have a good time, but they were all so TAME. I can't understand it. I - and all my friends at 21- were abso-fucken-lutely WILD, especially at parties. But, I suppose you have to understand my dearest brother and his mates. Let me try to explain.
They are the beautiful people you see on billboards, video clips and Diet Coke commercials. And my brother and his best friend Gian-Carlo (yes, I know the name is even super cool) are like walking Calvin Klein posters. They all wear DESIGNER clothes, Versace bling is a must and drive European cars - not fast but super slow so everyone gets a good perve. They also have these stunning girlfriends and chiseled physiques, the envy of many. (I'm jealous). When they are not working they are either:
1) getting a hair cut
2) getting a part of their body waxed
3) sunbaking (a tan shows off their bulging muscles even better)
4) clothes shopping -(only designer)
5) going to the gym.
They only eat protein rich foods, no fat, junk food, cigarettes, alcohol, drugs, sweets or chocolate and their favorite pastime is - wait for it - taking photos of themselves. They have photos of themselves EVERYWHERE.
But, they even do this in style. Posing is a must and smiling is not allowed. Imagine a cross between Zoolander and a P.Diddy music video. You get the idea.
It actually got really funny watching these kids - who were all wearing ITALIAN WHITE LEATHER SHOES, (apparently this is the latest fashion trend) - snap away on the obligatory digital camera, each one has glued to their hand, and strike a pose.
And, of my God the presents! I think each one was trying to out-do the other! In my day ( I sound so lame) we gave bottle of Sambuca and $50 gift vouchers to HMV for 21st gifts. My brother received designer fragrances, diamond jewelry, vintage bottles of Moet (which will never be drunk as they don't do alcohol) and the latest European designer clothes.
I'm just being jealous cos I shop at Target
I think I'm being a bit harsh. They are great kids, really good. They are never in trouble with the cops or mixed up with anything illegal and are always polite and respectful. What more could you ask for? It's hard enough for teenagers these days to stay on track (am I starting to sound like my mum?), so if their only crime is spending every last cent of their pay packets on the latest diamond-encrusted Longines watch, then so be it.
I do love my brother, I adore him.
Happy Birthday Bro.
Friday 9 September 2005
I've got the bloody flu
My husband has been home with some virusy-fluey thing the last two days.
He NEVER chucks sickies, so he was really crook.
Anyway, today, he woke up well enough to go to work, but I feel like I've been hit with a tonne of bricks. He stayed home until midday, but had to go to work.
I feel like shit.
BUT, I'm so excited about my sis coming in like 7 hours, I've got out of bed, fed the babies and am doing some last minute things for the party tomorrow night
AHHH
C'est la vie
He NEVER chucks sickies, so he was really crook.
Anyway, today, he woke up well enough to go to work, but I feel like I've been hit with a tonne of bricks. He stayed home until midday, but had to go to work.
I feel like shit.
BUT, I'm so excited about my sis coming in like 7 hours, I've got out of bed, fed the babies and am doing some last minute things for the party tomorrow night
AHHH
C'est la vie
Thursday 8 September 2005
Surprisingly, it wasn't too bad
Had the biopsy in the booby today, and surprisingly, it didn't hurt a bit. The doctor and the radiologists were wonderful and made me feel really comfortable. But, I was still shit scared. I won't have the results for a few days, but the doc was pretty confidant it didn't look like a cancer.
Fingers crossed.
I'll just have to keep myself busy this weekend - which will be easy to do.
Saturday night is my little bro's 21st Birthday party. I've been up all night creating a powerpoint presentation of photos from when he was a baby - I'm so buggered. Tomorrow I have to pick up the helium tank for the balloons, the pinata (which will be so fun) and help mum with the cooking. It's only going to be a small one in wog-standards as he's only inviting a handful of friends, not the usual 150 cousins we usually have at these types of occasions. Mum's going mental with the cooking as usual. On top of about 20 different dishes, she's cooking a whole baby lamb, (``only a little one, 10 kilo..'' she said). Anything for her ``little, baby boy.'' She's so cute.
I can't believe 21 years have gone by. It just astounds me. And to think, in a blink of an eye, I will be saying the same about my girls. Time really flies.
But, the most exciting thing about this weekend is that my big sis is arriving tomorrow night from NY. I can't wait to wrap my arms around her and kiss her face and just breath in her smell. I miss her so much! It will be so surreal to see her again. I've changed so much. The last time she saw me , I was prego with Tara, now I have 2 kids!
I'd better get some sleep.
YAWN
Fingers crossed.
I'll just have to keep myself busy this weekend - which will be easy to do.
Saturday night is my little bro's 21st Birthday party. I've been up all night creating a powerpoint presentation of photos from when he was a baby - I'm so buggered. Tomorrow I have to pick up the helium tank for the balloons, the pinata (which will be so fun) and help mum with the cooking. It's only going to be a small one in wog-standards as he's only inviting a handful of friends, not the usual 150 cousins we usually have at these types of occasions. Mum's going mental with the cooking as usual. On top of about 20 different dishes, she's cooking a whole baby lamb, (``only a little one, 10 kilo..'' she said). Anything for her ``little, baby boy.'' She's so cute.
I can't believe 21 years have gone by. It just astounds me. And to think, in a blink of an eye, I will be saying the same about my girls. Time really flies.
But, the most exciting thing about this weekend is that my big sis is arriving tomorrow night from NY. I can't wait to wrap my arms around her and kiss her face and just breath in her smell. I miss her so much! It will be so surreal to see her again. I've changed so much. The last time she saw me , I was prego with Tara, now I have 2 kids!
I'd better get some sleep.
YAWN
Wednesday 7 September 2005
Tuesday 6 September 2005
My little bubby is already three months old!
It completely astounds me just how fast time flies. And yet, when you're having a bad day, you feel as if you've been stuck in that frustrating moment forever. Trust me, with two little ones, I've had many a hair-pulling frustrating moment the last three months. On the other hand, it has been awesome. Look at those cute dimples, don't you just wanna squeeze those chubber cheeks?
Ohh Shucks, I'm so soppy tonight, someone slap me.
This is what happens when you turn you back on a toddler - with a chocolate bar - to blog
There was a little girl, who had a little curl ...
So, I gave Tara a mini-chocolate bar to keep her quiet the other day as I was blogging. Sue me! Did I commit the biggest crime in the world? Chocolate's good for you anyway.
I had to publish this pic, it was just too cute.
P.S Update on big sis in NY. Arrival has been delayed a few day (damn) I just can't wait, but as long as she arrives safely, it's ok.
CIAO
Friday 2 September 2005
New Orleans
OH MY GOD! Where the hell is George W Bush???
Too bloody busy killing innocents in Iraq to help his own people who are stranded in their own, horrible war zone.
What I don't understand is how Dubya can deploy the National Guard tout-suite BUT can't seem to get his ass into gear to supply food, water, nappies, etc etc etc. No bloody wonder the masses have deteriorated into a state of animals - it's a fight for survival. And as usual, the biggest group who will suffer are the children and the women. Rape is rampant, killings, bashings, lootings. It's crazy.
What else pisses me off is that this supposed ``greatest country'' has to call on aid from the world - even some of the poorest countries in the world have already put their hands n their pockets - when every single day MILLIONS of dollars are being spent on the war in Iraq.
It's DISGUSTING and UNCONSCIONABLE.
If the media can get in these areas around New Orleans etc, and blast images of the devastation, hungry naked babies, terrified women, the sick, the old, the infirm, why can't the government send aid agencies in? It's not like the hurricane was a surprise, they knew it was coming, why wasn't anything set up a week ago, a fortnight ago?
Pathetic.
If I was an American citizen I would demand my taxes back. What a lame ass excuse for a government.
As you can tell, I'm angry.
Please, whether or not you are religious, offer up a prayer for all the affected people, they need it.
May You Live 2 See The Dawn
Too bloody busy killing innocents in Iraq to help his own people who are stranded in their own, horrible war zone.
What I don't understand is how Dubya can deploy the National Guard tout-suite BUT can't seem to get his ass into gear to supply food, water, nappies, etc etc etc. No bloody wonder the masses have deteriorated into a state of animals - it's a fight for survival. And as usual, the biggest group who will suffer are the children and the women. Rape is rampant, killings, bashings, lootings. It's crazy.
What else pisses me off is that this supposed ``greatest country'' has to call on aid from the world - even some of the poorest countries in the world have already put their hands n their pockets - when every single day MILLIONS of dollars are being spent on the war in Iraq.
It's DISGUSTING and UNCONSCIONABLE.
If the media can get in these areas around New Orleans etc, and blast images of the devastation, hungry naked babies, terrified women, the sick, the old, the infirm, why can't the government send aid agencies in? It's not like the hurricane was a surprise, they knew it was coming, why wasn't anything set up a week ago, a fortnight ago?
Pathetic.
If I was an American citizen I would demand my taxes back. What a lame ass excuse for a government.
As you can tell, I'm angry.
Please, whether or not you are religious, offer up a prayer for all the affected people, they need it.
May You Live 2 See The Dawn
Thursday 1 September 2005
The Countdown has begun
IM SO EXCITED!!!
MY BIG SIS IS COMING HOME FROM NY!
With only four days to go until she arrives for a whirlwind holiday, I'm getting really, really excited. I can't wait to see my sis - first because I haven't seen her for nearly two years and secondly because I can't wait for her to to meet my babies. The last time she was here, I was seven months pregnant with Tara.
I only hope that we can convince her to extend her three week trip - it's just going to be too short.
MY BIG SIS IS COMING HOME FROM NY!
With only four days to go until she arrives for a whirlwind holiday, I'm getting really, really excited. I can't wait to see my sis - first because I haven't seen her for nearly two years and secondly because I can't wait for her to to meet my babies. The last time she was here, I was seven months pregnant with Tara.
I only hope that we can convince her to extend her three week trip - it's just going to be too short.
Wednesday 31 August 2005
Poor Broggers!
I was close to tears this morning when I heard what happened to John Brogden overnight.
For those who don't know what the hell I'm going on about, I'll do a quick re-cap.
John Brogden - MP for Pittwater and State Liberal Opposition Leader resigned on Monday after it was revealed he called Former Labor Premier Bob Carr's Malaysian born wife Helena a ''Mail Order Bride'' at a boozy night where a number of Journalists were in attendance.
NOW, I'm not excusing him or agreeing with his distateful comments - he puts it down as a stupid joke of sorts - but I honestly felt sorry for him because I know his whole political career is now DEAD.
He was stupid, naive and a complete idiot. He resigned and left the door open for Fatty O'Barrell ooops sorry Barry O'Farrell ( who has now pulled out of the race) and cardboard cut-out Peter Debnam (he really is very cardboardy looking) to take the reigns.
This morning it was revealed he tried to top himself over the scandal.
John, what did you do???
I can personally say that - with my political views aside - Broggers is a likeable, decent bloke.
I dealt with him on a nearly daily basis in my Journo days when I worked at the Manly Daily and as young, ambitious guy who has worked his whole life to get to where he is, I admired his forthrightness and ambition. He does have a familiarity with journalists so I disregard the sexual harassment claims (I'm not calling anyone a liar but some journos do have a penchant for BEATING UP a story). I was pregnant with Tara at the same time his wife Lucy was with their son and Broggers always had a nice word to say to me and asked how I was coming along.
I really, really wish him a speedy recovery and hope he has the drive and faith to overcome this seemingly insurmountable obstacle.
And for those vulture-journos camped outside Royal North Shore Hospital, (I wouldn't put it past some to dress up as an orderly to get closer to him) leave the poor bugger alone.
That said, I know that if I was still working at the local paper, I would have been at RNSH in a lickety-split.
I'm digging myself in a hole here! I'm not meaning to sound contradictory, but there are journalist (e.g the Current Affair type) and then there are Journalists (e.g like me who are moral, seek the truth and want to write a great, newsworthy story)
Get well Broggers!!
For those who don't know what the hell I'm going on about, I'll do a quick re-cap.
John Brogden - MP for Pittwater and State Liberal Opposition Leader resigned on Monday after it was revealed he called Former Labor Premier Bob Carr's Malaysian born wife Helena a ''Mail Order Bride'' at a boozy night where a number of Journalists were in attendance.
NOW, I'm not excusing him or agreeing with his distateful comments - he puts it down as a stupid joke of sorts - but I honestly felt sorry for him because I know his whole political career is now DEAD.
He was stupid, naive and a complete idiot. He resigned and left the door open for Fatty O'Barrell ooops sorry Barry O'Farrell ( who has now pulled out of the race) and cardboard cut-out Peter Debnam (he really is very cardboardy looking) to take the reigns.
This morning it was revealed he tried to top himself over the scandal.
John, what did you do???
I can personally say that - with my political views aside - Broggers is a likeable, decent bloke.
I dealt with him on a nearly daily basis in my Journo days when I worked at the Manly Daily and as young, ambitious guy who has worked his whole life to get to where he is, I admired his forthrightness and ambition. He does have a familiarity with journalists so I disregard the sexual harassment claims (I'm not calling anyone a liar but some journos do have a penchant for BEATING UP a story). I was pregnant with Tara at the same time his wife Lucy was with their son and Broggers always had a nice word to say to me and asked how I was coming along.
I really, really wish him a speedy recovery and hope he has the drive and faith to overcome this seemingly insurmountable obstacle.
And for those vulture-journos camped outside Royal North Shore Hospital, (I wouldn't put it past some to dress up as an orderly to get closer to him) leave the poor bugger alone.
That said, I know that if I was still working at the local paper, I would have been at RNSH in a lickety-split.
I'm digging myself in a hole here! I'm not meaning to sound contradictory, but there are journalist (e.g the Current Affair type) and then there are Journalists (e.g like me who are moral, seek the truth and want to write a great, newsworthy story)
Get well Broggers!!
Sunday 28 August 2005
It's been a month????
FFFFFAAAAARRRRRKKKKKKK!
I can't believe it's been a month since I blogged! Well, let's see if I can get you all up to speed.
Tara's Mum's Last Month.
I have:
Changed nappies: 300 times
Breastfed: 500 times
Cooked dinner 30 times
Had food thrown at me by Tara: 220 times
Been thrown up on: 1000 times
Burst into tear: 50 times
Headache: 150 times
Laundry: never ending
Picked toys up: 30000000 times
and slept a total of
FIVE HOURS
on top of all this, I have had to endure that bloody, annoying Hi 5 dvd Tara loves three times a day, every day! It has seriously affected my brain, so much so that i sing the songs in my head while doing the dishes, shaving my legs and even cooking. I REALLY, REALLY hate HI 5.
Tara needs to get her chicken pox vaccination tomorrow - the hubby is taking her before work. I hate seeing my girls cop needles, and it's going to be worse than usual because Tara is much older (the last was when she was 12 months) and so much more aware.
She's still driving me crazy with her eating. Would you believe in church today, she picked up a crusty old biscuit from the floor and put it straight in her mouth!! I nearly had a heart seizure. Maybe I should just chuck all her food on my (scrubbed) floor and let her eat it from there.
Today, I put Eden in a tracksuit Tara wore when she was 5 months old - Eden's nearly 3 months old. She's such a michellin baby, I l love the rolls!
I can't believe it's been a month since I blogged! Well, let's see if I can get you all up to speed.
Tara's Mum's Last Month.
I have:
Changed nappies: 300 times
Breastfed: 500 times
Cooked dinner 30 times
Had food thrown at me by Tara: 220 times
Been thrown up on: 1000 times
Burst into tear: 50 times
Headache: 150 times
Laundry: never ending
Picked toys up: 30000000 times
and slept a total of
FIVE HOURS
on top of all this, I have had to endure that bloody, annoying Hi 5 dvd Tara loves three times a day, every day! It has seriously affected my brain, so much so that i sing the songs in my head while doing the dishes, shaving my legs and even cooking. I REALLY, REALLY hate HI 5.
Tara needs to get her chicken pox vaccination tomorrow - the hubby is taking her before work. I hate seeing my girls cop needles, and it's going to be worse than usual because Tara is much older (the last was when she was 12 months) and so much more aware.
She's still driving me crazy with her eating. Would you believe in church today, she picked up a crusty old biscuit from the floor and put it straight in her mouth!! I nearly had a heart seizure. Maybe I should just chuck all her food on my (scrubbed) floor and let her eat it from there.
Today, I put Eden in a tracksuit Tara wore when she was 5 months old - Eden's nearly 3 months old. She's such a michellin baby, I l love the rolls!
Friday 29 July 2005
Not much to write about
What a boring post this is going to be. But, I have logged onto the net so I might aswell post.
Have done the laundry, the girls are having their avo naps and I'm heading off to my sisters to see my gorgeous niece.
That's about it.
hmmmm
OH, by the way, I have noticed that I have never written a post about my love for the ever amazing Prince. I will soon. I hope my girls have the same love for him and his music when they grow up. When I was pregnant with Tara I went to his fab concert and I always played his music to both girls when they were in utero. Often, Tara and I put on his DVD of music videos and dance around hysterically in the loungeroom - our own mini Prince concerts.
I think our downstairs neighbours hate me.
HE HE HE
Welcome to the Dawn
Have done the laundry, the girls are having their avo naps and I'm heading off to my sisters to see my gorgeous niece.
That's about it.
hmmmm
OH, by the way, I have noticed that I have never written a post about my love for the ever amazing Prince. I will soon. I hope my girls have the same love for him and his music when they grow up. When I was pregnant with Tara I went to his fab concert and I always played his music to both girls when they were in utero. Often, Tara and I put on his DVD of music videos and dance around hysterically in the loungeroom - our own mini Prince concerts.
I think our downstairs neighbours hate me.
HE HE HE
Welcome to the Dawn
Thursday 21 July 2005
It's a girl!
MY SISTER HAD A GIRL!
Not only am I super excited for her - she has three gorgeous boys, but I finally have a niece! She is absolutely stunning. I know she will be wearing a lot of hand-me-downs from my girls. As a matter of fact, I have already passed on a few things from Eden - she's such a chubber and has already outgrown a number of clothes.
Ahhhh, I can't wait to see her again. I'm so proud of my sis!
What's really exciting is my girls will have a cousin so close to their ages that they will grow up together, be best friends (hopefully) and have each other to lean on.
I'm getting teary .... school formals, birthday parties, boyfriends, weddings. Okay, I'm jumping ahead of myself just a tad.
It's the hormones.
Not only am I super excited for her - she has three gorgeous boys, but I finally have a niece! She is absolutely stunning. I know she will be wearing a lot of hand-me-downs from my girls. As a matter of fact, I have already passed on a few things from Eden - she's such a chubber and has already outgrown a number of clothes.
Ahhhh, I can't wait to see her again. I'm so proud of my sis!
What's really exciting is my girls will have a cousin so close to their ages that they will grow up together, be best friends (hopefully) and have each other to lean on.
I'm getting teary .... school formals, birthday parties, boyfriends, weddings. Okay, I'm jumping ahead of myself just a tad.
It's the hormones.
Lets see if I pass the audition
What a hectic week!
I've been on tenderhooks this past seven days waiting for my sister to pop out baby number four. I'm more nervous for her than I was for myself. This time will be different though because while I was present at her other three labours, I won't be this time because my little Eden is still too little to leave for any extended period of time with my husband - he hasn't got boobs to breastfeed her. I feel so sorry for my sis as her labours are always pretty horrendous and it was pretty scary with baby number three. Also she's been having contractions since she was 7 months prego and been hospitalised four times with false alarms.
ANYWAY
As you might have read in a previous post, I was wondering if I should attempt to get onto Temptation. Well guess what? I'm going for an audition in the next couple of weeks! I hope I pass. Could you imagine if I do get on? I swear, if I do, and I really stink, I'm going to bomb out BIG TIME. I'll just buzz and answer really badly and hopefully I can be the first to get into negative figures. he he he he
I must run as I can hear the baby stirring and it seems that Tara has done a stinky bog.
Delightful.
I've been on tenderhooks this past seven days waiting for my sister to pop out baby number four. I'm more nervous for her than I was for myself. This time will be different though because while I was present at her other three labours, I won't be this time because my little Eden is still too little to leave for any extended period of time with my husband - he hasn't got boobs to breastfeed her. I feel so sorry for my sis as her labours are always pretty horrendous and it was pretty scary with baby number three. Also she's been having contractions since she was 7 months prego and been hospitalised four times with false alarms.
ANYWAY
As you might have read in a previous post, I was wondering if I should attempt to get onto Temptation. Well guess what? I'm going for an audition in the next couple of weeks! I hope I pass. Could you imagine if I do get on? I swear, if I do, and I really stink, I'm going to bomb out BIG TIME. I'll just buzz and answer really badly and hopefully I can be the first to get into negative figures. he he he he
I must run as I can hear the baby stirring and it seems that Tara has done a stinky bog.
Delightful.
Thursday 14 July 2005
Don't they look similar?
Eden at 5 weeks
I was going through some pictures of Tara when she a newborn and I just couldn't get over just how similar Eden looks at the same age. While Edee is a lot chubbier, has a smaller nose and a larger mouth, you could almost pass these two pictures off as the same baby!
I love my girls!!! ohhh shucks.
Wednesday 6 July 2005
What do you do when your baby eats their own poo?
I am by nature a very squeamish person.
Not only am I a sympathetic vomiter - an unfortunate trait I have inherited from my mum - (why couldn't I have inherited her stunning looks?) public toilets, a range of smells, hairy backs, raw eggs and many other things turn my tum. Imagine my horror as I saw my beautiful Tara eat her own poo! Let me paint a picture. Do not read on if you too are squeamish.
I had been up all night with the mother of all migraines. My husband had tried unsuccessfully to settle Eden who was having trouble doing a poo. At 5.30am, Eden decided to do her poo. It seeped through her nappy, singlet, body suit, pyjamas and blanket. Now, as I explained earlier, I had a really bad migraine, the pain of which made me vomit my guts up. Facing this sticky, green goo, I proceeded to hurl again - but I had no choice but to change the baby who by now was screeching at the top of her lungs. ( She hates being undressed). This ear piercing scream inturn woke up Tara who needs no excuse to join us all in bed. With four in the bed, my husband in a foul mood and my migraine, it wasn't the best of nights. Anyway, to get back to the subject of this blog. A few hours later, and feeling like I had been 15 rounds with Kostya, with half closed eyes, I had to change Tara's nappy. As I reached down to grab the wipes, she stuck her fingers in the khaki mess and before I could stop her, stuck her finger in her mouth. There was a big blob of poo stuck to her front teeth. At this point I started dry retching. I was torn between washing her mouth out or running to the toilet to puke. Now, you would think that if you ate your own excrement, you would automatically chuck up, but the little bugger thought it was the funniest thing in her life. I wish someone would explain to me how it takes me hours sometimes to force delicious food in her gob, but she happily eats her own shit!
This was by far the most disgusting thing I have so far experienced as a mother.
The joys of motherhood.
My head pounds, baby just woke, gotta run.
Not only am I a sympathetic vomiter - an unfortunate trait I have inherited from my mum - (why couldn't I have inherited her stunning looks?) public toilets, a range of smells, hairy backs, raw eggs and many other things turn my tum. Imagine my horror as I saw my beautiful Tara eat her own poo! Let me paint a picture. Do not read on if you too are squeamish.
I had been up all night with the mother of all migraines. My husband had tried unsuccessfully to settle Eden who was having trouble doing a poo. At 5.30am, Eden decided to do her poo. It seeped through her nappy, singlet, body suit, pyjamas and blanket. Now, as I explained earlier, I had a really bad migraine, the pain of which made me vomit my guts up. Facing this sticky, green goo, I proceeded to hurl again - but I had no choice but to change the baby who by now was screeching at the top of her lungs. ( She hates being undressed). This ear piercing scream inturn woke up Tara who needs no excuse to join us all in bed. With four in the bed, my husband in a foul mood and my migraine, it wasn't the best of nights. Anyway, to get back to the subject of this blog. A few hours later, and feeling like I had been 15 rounds with Kostya, with half closed eyes, I had to change Tara's nappy. As I reached down to grab the wipes, she stuck her fingers in the khaki mess and before I could stop her, stuck her finger in her mouth. There was a big blob of poo stuck to her front teeth. At this point I started dry retching. I was torn between washing her mouth out or running to the toilet to puke. Now, you would think that if you ate your own excrement, you would automatically chuck up, but the little bugger thought it was the funniest thing in her life. I wish someone would explain to me how it takes me hours sometimes to force delicious food in her gob, but she happily eats her own shit!
This was by far the most disgusting thing I have so far experienced as a mother.
The joys of motherhood.
My head pounds, baby just woke, gotta run.
Thursday 23 June 2005
Wednesday 15 June 2005
How tempting is Temptation?
I've always been a fan of Sale Of The Century. My dad would sit the three of us girls down at 7pm (or was it 7.30pm?) to watch some educational TV. As mum was out working the nightshift - and didn't really like us watching TV when we should have been doing our homework - dad rationalised this half hour of TV because ``we could learn something.'' I don't know how he rationalised us watching Prisoner though. We were only 11, 9 and 7 years old. I still get tears in my eyes when I think of that sad, sad theme song, ''He used to bring me roses, I wish he would again...... I can still remember how Prisoner would end at 9.30pm - our bed time- and we would bolt to bed before mum came through the door at 9.35pm. I suppose it gave dad a bit of respite from three hypo girls, who bickered all the time, until mum came home and he could pass the parental responsibilities on to her. Poor mum.
Anyway, that aside, there was one rule while watching Sale. We weren't allowed to talk through the whole show. We had to sit in front of the TV and digest the precious jewels of knowledge from the ever effervescent Tony Barber (every wog loved him) and admire the puffed-up shoulder padded Delvine Delaney hoping to one day emulate her perfectly teased up hair. Imagine my excitement at the return of this cult show. At 7pm for the last 2 weeks, I've turned into my dad and demanded absolute silence from my husband, toddler and baby during the 30 minutes of Temptation - the new Sale of the Century. I actually revel in showing off to my husband my prowess at answering questions correctly. He just humours me. I know the questions aren't that hard and it's all about timing, but I reckon if I went on, I'd give it a fair shot. The host, Ed would shit me badly though. He has this cheesy Cheshire cat full toothed, thin lipped smile. It's actually quite revolting. Make sure to check it out. I'm afraid if I ever went on, his smile/grimace would put me off and I would leave the show with minus 50 points.
But it's not just Sale that gets my motor running. I get the same way during Who Wants to Be a Millionaire. I scream at the TV and remind my husband repeatedly just how smart I am ( when I get the questions right).
While I'm on the subject of game shows, I have a confession to make. I have actually been on one. It's quite embarrassing cause I bombed - but not because I didn't know the answers, but because I couldn't see the stupid monitor. For vanities sake, I didn't wear my glasses and therefore looked like a stunned mullet in my hot pink fluffy jumper. By the way, it was BURGO's Catchphrase. If you have any doubts that this fake haired, fake tanned plasticine faced man is a complete and utter tool, I can rest your doubts aside. His fake laugh and horrible head still give me nightmare. Shudder. But, it wasn't a complete waste of time, I walked away with $420 bucks and a holiday in Byron Bay.
The other show I'm really into at the moment is Ready, Steady Cook. Tara can't wait for it every day and has learned to say Ready, Steady Cook, it's really cute. There is one thing that shits me about it, and that again is the host. He does this pansy-assed jog when he comes out and while talking to the two chefs throughout the show. I would still love to be a contestant though, especially if they team me up with chef Carol Selva Rajah who is my former high school science teacher!
Is there a pattern here? I have a problem with all game show hosts???
I'm feeling queasy now - just eaten a small box of Guylian sea shell chocolates. I love these as much as Ferrero Rochers. Who doesn't?
Does anyone think I should apply to be a contestant on Sale? What do you all think?
See ya
Anyway, that aside, there was one rule while watching Sale. We weren't allowed to talk through the whole show. We had to sit in front of the TV and digest the precious jewels of knowledge from the ever effervescent Tony Barber (every wog loved him) and admire the puffed-up shoulder padded Delvine Delaney hoping to one day emulate her perfectly teased up hair. Imagine my excitement at the return of this cult show. At 7pm for the last 2 weeks, I've turned into my dad and demanded absolute silence from my husband, toddler and baby during the 30 minutes of Temptation - the new Sale of the Century. I actually revel in showing off to my husband my prowess at answering questions correctly. He just humours me. I know the questions aren't that hard and it's all about timing, but I reckon if I went on, I'd give it a fair shot. The host, Ed would shit me badly though. He has this cheesy Cheshire cat full toothed, thin lipped smile. It's actually quite revolting. Make sure to check it out. I'm afraid if I ever went on, his smile/grimace would put me off and I would leave the show with minus 50 points.
But it's not just Sale that gets my motor running. I get the same way during Who Wants to Be a Millionaire. I scream at the TV and remind my husband repeatedly just how smart I am ( when I get the questions right).
While I'm on the subject of game shows, I have a confession to make. I have actually been on one. It's quite embarrassing cause I bombed - but not because I didn't know the answers, but because I couldn't see the stupid monitor. For vanities sake, I didn't wear my glasses and therefore looked like a stunned mullet in my hot pink fluffy jumper. By the way, it was BURGO's Catchphrase. If you have any doubts that this fake haired, fake tanned plasticine faced man is a complete and utter tool, I can rest your doubts aside. His fake laugh and horrible head still give me nightmare. Shudder. But, it wasn't a complete waste of time, I walked away with $420 bucks and a holiday in Byron Bay.
The other show I'm really into at the moment is Ready, Steady Cook. Tara can't wait for it every day and has learned to say Ready, Steady Cook, it's really cute. There is one thing that shits me about it, and that again is the host. He does this pansy-assed jog when he comes out and while talking to the two chefs throughout the show. I would still love to be a contestant though, especially if they team me up with chef Carol Selva Rajah who is my former high school science teacher!
Is there a pattern here? I have a problem with all game show hosts???
I'm feeling queasy now - just eaten a small box of Guylian sea shell chocolates. I love these as much as Ferrero Rochers. Who doesn't?
Does anyone think I should apply to be a contestant on Sale? What do you all think?
See ya
Sunday 12 June 2005
Why can't he ever pick a DVD I like?
Last night, I sent out the husband to get Finding Neverland from the local rental store. He was with his mate, so I was specific about what I wanted to watch. I knew that if I gave them free reign they would come back with a pathetic movie which would feature: 1) skinny, scantily clothed chics, cars and a stupid/non-existent movie line. As I expected, as soon as he got to Blockbuster, I got a phone call. ''They're all out of Finding Neverland.'' Great, my Johnny Depp -aka the sexiest man on earth -fantasies would have to be put on hold for yet another night. ''Okay then babe, just pick up any romantic comedy, but be quick,'' I said.
10 minutes later, armed with pizza and a bottle of sprite, the boys presented me with the movie of the night.
10 minutes later, armed with pizza and a bottle of sprite, the boys presented me with the movie of the night.
''TAXI
Good guys. Bad Girls, Hot Ride.''
I seriously should be a mind reader. I just looked at them with an ultra pained look on my face. ''This is the movie you pick?? How well do you know me? Do you honestly think I would want to watch this? It sounds like the title of a porno.'' His excuse? There was nothing left. I seriously doubt that from the thousands of movies in the store, this was the only one left. Anyway, I emphatically announced I wasn't going to waste me time watching this crap - but seeing the hurt look on my husband's face, I thought I'd give it a shot.
I lasted about 20 minutes. It was so crap.
Anyway, I was so bored I flicked through the blockbuster magazine and came across an ad for Million Dollar Baby. Now there's a movie I really want to watch. Looking at the picture of Hillary Swank decked out in her crop top, boxing shorts, gloves with her hair in braids I had a flashback to my kickboxing days. I'm not sure if I have mentioned it before, but I used to train at the local PCYC up tp 7 times a week. I've had a number of competitive fights, (called full contact martial arts tournaments because Kickboxing is illegal for women to compete in in NSW - more on this later) won a couple of trophies and was pretty damn good. I've also broken a number of bones, but remarkably never the nose. God I miss it. I really want to get back into it, not competitively, just to get fit and feel strong again. I'd love to train my daughters when they are older as it is so empowering.
Better get some shut eye before Eden starts squirming for a booby-feed
Nighty-nite.
Saturday 11 June 2005
Ferrero Rochers are so delicious
You know what it's like when you've eaten a really big Thai meal. The salty, sweet, hot and sour flavours are all blended beautifully creating the perfect taste sensation in your mouth. But then, not soon after, you really crave something choclately. Maybe it's just me, and maybe it's just that I'm breastfeeding, but after our thai takeaway last night, I just couldn't help myself. Not one, or two or even a piggy 3, but 8 Ferrero Rocher's later and I was satiated. Thanks to my friends who brought chocolates to the hospital, I have about another three weeks supply of these delectable little nutellar-ly treats - not to mention the exquisite Lindt balls and the hand made fruit-jellies imported from England from my favourite hairdresser uncle (who also gave me a stunning hand cross bred bright purple potted orchid). Anyway, this is the ONLY time in a women's life when eating chocolates in such a gluttonous way is not automatically followed by a shameful bout of guilt. Using breastfeeding as an excuse is great because no way can call you a pig for fear of the aforementioned glutton delving into post-natal depression. The way I see it is that for the last 9 months I have had to endure kicks, punches, incontinence, heartburn and ugly maternity clothes - not to mention the roadmap of stretchmarks - so if I want to eat 8 ferreros or even 25 lindt balls, I'm gonna do it.
There is a downside to breastfeeding.
While I have lost over 10 kilo's in just over a week, (so the baby, placenta and waters weighed about that much, who am I kidding??) but you really have to watch some foods. For instance; Pepsi. I love this beautifully carbonated, sugar infused cola drink. But, I have to limit myself to about half a glass a day or else the bub will be up all night high on caffeine. Mustard/mustard pickles. If I eat this, the little critter will have terrible wind and I will be up all night with her, massaging her tummy until she farts like a trooper. More on baby farts later. Alcohol. In my case champagne and baileys. I have not had a drink since the night we conceived Tara and I don't envisage having a drop for atleast another year. But, that's okay, there's always that sparkling apple juice stuff from Coles my husband gets me when I crave champagne. Sad, I know.
Both girls are sleeping at the moment - a miracle I know. Tara had her first temper tantrum at the bub today and threw her bottle at Eden. Lucky, I have quick reflexes and it just touched her lip.
My hubby has cleaned the house and has just headed off to the gym so I have these few minutes to myself. I'm actually waiting on a courier to deliver something from my sis in NY - I hope its more chocolates.
Oh no, one is up
gotta run
Okay, so Eden woke up for a little refreshment and is snuggled in the crook of my neck. I love that baby smell!
Anyway, on a more serious note, the house fire at Wyong.
I was literally crying buckets at the thought of those little children perishing in that inferno. That image of them stuck on the balcony, screaming out in fear and then no-one coming to their help makes me so angry.
WHERE THE FUCK WAS THEIR STUPID FUCKING MOTHER?????
Out drinking, having a good time with her boyfriend (not one of the fathers of one of her children that perished). Lord, I have no right to judge BUT it's hard not to. I apologise to any of my readers who live on the central Coast (Sydney), but it's women like this who perpetrate the stereotype of irresponsible single mothers on the pension who live on the central coast who have children by a number of different men.
Why shouldn't this woman be tried for manslaughter? The youngest was only 15 months old. Totally unconscionable. How dare she live out her life in comfort, she should pay. I don't care what the excuse was ``we thought the baby sitter was there" they were your children, your responsibility. It makes me sick, angry, sad, heartbroken. It's just not fair.
Would love to hear anyone else's view.
May you all live 2 C the dawn
There is a downside to breastfeeding.
While I have lost over 10 kilo's in just over a week, (so the baby, placenta and waters weighed about that much, who am I kidding??) but you really have to watch some foods. For instance; Pepsi. I love this beautifully carbonated, sugar infused cola drink. But, I have to limit myself to about half a glass a day or else the bub will be up all night high on caffeine. Mustard/mustard pickles. If I eat this, the little critter will have terrible wind and I will be up all night with her, massaging her tummy until she farts like a trooper. More on baby farts later. Alcohol. In my case champagne and baileys. I have not had a drink since the night we conceived Tara and I don't envisage having a drop for atleast another year. But, that's okay, there's always that sparkling apple juice stuff from Coles my husband gets me when I crave champagne. Sad, I know.
Both girls are sleeping at the moment - a miracle I know. Tara had her first temper tantrum at the bub today and threw her bottle at Eden. Lucky, I have quick reflexes and it just touched her lip.
My hubby has cleaned the house and has just headed off to the gym so I have these few minutes to myself. I'm actually waiting on a courier to deliver something from my sis in NY - I hope its more chocolates.
Oh no, one is up
gotta run
Okay, so Eden woke up for a little refreshment and is snuggled in the crook of my neck. I love that baby smell!
Anyway, on a more serious note, the house fire at Wyong.
I was literally crying buckets at the thought of those little children perishing in that inferno. That image of them stuck on the balcony, screaming out in fear and then no-one coming to their help makes me so angry.
WHERE THE FUCK WAS THEIR STUPID FUCKING MOTHER?????
Out drinking, having a good time with her boyfriend (not one of the fathers of one of her children that perished). Lord, I have no right to judge BUT it's hard not to. I apologise to any of my readers who live on the central Coast (Sydney), but it's women like this who perpetrate the stereotype of irresponsible single mothers on the pension who live on the central coast who have children by a number of different men.
Why shouldn't this woman be tried for manslaughter? The youngest was only 15 months old. Totally unconscionable. How dare she live out her life in comfort, she should pay. I don't care what the excuse was ``we thought the baby sitter was there" they were your children, your responsibility. It makes me sick, angry, sad, heartbroken. It's just not fair.
Would love to hear anyone else's view.
May you all live 2 C the dawn
Wednesday 8 June 2005
Two beautiful girls!!
A beautiful, perfect healthy little girl graced our little trio and transformed it into an awesome foursome. Little Eden decided to enter the world last Thursday morning at 6.36am making me so unbelievably overjoyed and feeling so amazingly blessed.
But, I tell you, it was lucky I decided to go to the hospital at all, or else she could have been born in my little hatchback. Don't hate me all those women out there that labour for hours, days and go through excruciating pain. Eden was born very quickly and, without sounding like a Christian zealot, it was through the grace of God and the Virgin Mary that it happened so quickly, so perfectly - I'm very lucky.
Now, don't get me wrong, it was no walk in the park, but the pain was bearable - just. But, I'd gladly go through it all again for Eden, Tara and any other children in the future.
Its weird. I never thought I could ever love anyone as much as Tara. I was actually in tears at the hospital when my hubby took Tara home as I felt as if I was abandoning her. Up until that night, I had never spent a night apart from my baby girl. She couldn't really care less - she just wanted to get home, twirl around in circles (her new thing) and yell out ``daddy, daddy, daddy'' over and over and over and over again. Its hilarious actually, she gets really dizzy and topples over. So cute.
As for Eden, she so pretty, beautiful in fact. With a full head of dark hair - even more than Tara when she was born, she looks like a little doll. Her cheeks are punctured with two deep dimples, her eyes are long and almond-shaped and her perfect pout is purely kissable. I should really post a pic. I'm completely enraptured, besotted, in love with her. Its amazing the depth of a mother's love.
Now that I've been home for a couple of days and have unpacked, done laundry and had no sleep, I've had an epiphany. Next time I visit a friend or family member in the hospital whose had a baby, I'm not going to buy anything for the baby, I'm going to buy something for the mum. You always get flowers, chocolates and incy-wincy baby clothes, but what a new mum would really love is a basket of little luxuries. For instance: really nice perfume, bubble bath, lipstick, a face mask to get rid of the ``I-look-like-death-warmed-up'', stuff like that. Not that I'm not appreciative to all my family and friends who bought us gifts, but I have baby blankets and bibs coming out of my ears!!!
Anyway, I'd better run. Both little bubs are having a nap, which won't last long, so I'd better peel off these Elmo P'J's, brush my teeth and write up a shopping list for my hubby.
But, I tell you, it was lucky I decided to go to the hospital at all, or else she could have been born in my little hatchback. Don't hate me all those women out there that labour for hours, days and go through excruciating pain. Eden was born very quickly and, without sounding like a Christian zealot, it was through the grace of God and the Virgin Mary that it happened so quickly, so perfectly - I'm very lucky.
Now, don't get me wrong, it was no walk in the park, but the pain was bearable - just. But, I'd gladly go through it all again for Eden, Tara and any other children in the future.
Its weird. I never thought I could ever love anyone as much as Tara. I was actually in tears at the hospital when my hubby took Tara home as I felt as if I was abandoning her. Up until that night, I had never spent a night apart from my baby girl. She couldn't really care less - she just wanted to get home, twirl around in circles (her new thing) and yell out ``daddy, daddy, daddy'' over and over and over and over again. Its hilarious actually, she gets really dizzy and topples over. So cute.
As for Eden, she so pretty, beautiful in fact. With a full head of dark hair - even more than Tara when she was born, she looks like a little doll. Her cheeks are punctured with two deep dimples, her eyes are long and almond-shaped and her perfect pout is purely kissable. I should really post a pic. I'm completely enraptured, besotted, in love with her. Its amazing the depth of a mother's love.
Now that I've been home for a couple of days and have unpacked, done laundry and had no sleep, I've had an epiphany. Next time I visit a friend or family member in the hospital whose had a baby, I'm not going to buy anything for the baby, I'm going to buy something for the mum. You always get flowers, chocolates and incy-wincy baby clothes, but what a new mum would really love is a basket of little luxuries. For instance: really nice perfume, bubble bath, lipstick, a face mask to get rid of the ``I-look-like-death-warmed-up'', stuff like that. Not that I'm not appreciative to all my family and friends who bought us gifts, but I have baby blankets and bibs coming out of my ears!!!
Anyway, I'd better run. Both little bubs are having a nap, which won't last long, so I'd better peel off these Elmo P'J's, brush my teeth and write up a shopping list for my hubby.
Friday 20 May 2005
Have you ever noticed how little traffic there is at 3.11am?
If I ever go back to paid work, I will look for something where I am working the night/early morning shift. Why you may ask? Well, in my hazy state of semi-consciousness in the wee hours of this morning, a glimmer of lucidity hit me. It's not all that bad being up at 3am and driving on the roads. There is no pollution, no getting the finger and no traffic. However, one must remember that this thought came to me after trying unsuccessfully for hours to put my toddler to sleep, myself completely sleep deprived and , oh yeah, being very heavily pregnant. So, I really wouldn't put much weight to this thought.
There was one sobering thought however. My husband hasn't decided to divorce me. Either he loves me quite a lot, or he has escaped to Bermuda and will not be returning tonight.I say this because if anyone had seen the state I looked in at 3am, 4am, 5am, 6am, and 10am this morning, they would have got a very big fright - and I'm not exaggerating. Picture a beached whale with Fraggle hair, unable to open sleep-encrusted eyes singing ``Five little ducks went out one day'' very off key wearing the most attractive maternity underwear (aka my husbands jocks which he put on me because I have lost the ability to dress myself. Anyway, my munchkin fell asleep last night about 10pm okay I thought to myself as I hankered down to read the latest Reader's Digest. 11.30pm and WAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. To make a long story short, by 3.11am I thought I'd better try the night-time drive before I pull all my hair out. I was Cra-ghing (cry-laughing) as I watched my hypo-baby stand in the middle of my bed, swivel her hips (yes, she swivels!) curls bouncing everywhere yelling "Dance, dance dance" over, and over and over again.
It was sort of funny, but not really.
Anyhow, she is totally enthralled with Playschool at the moment - my 28 minutes of respite. Soon, however, I'm going to have to take her out before she demands I turn the stereo on and dance around.
I hope you all enjoy sleeping tonight. Now I totally understand how Chinese sleep-deprivation torture actually leads to insanity. I'm developing a weird tick.
yawn.
There was one sobering thought however. My husband hasn't decided to divorce me. Either he loves me quite a lot, or he has escaped to Bermuda and will not be returning tonight.I say this because if anyone had seen the state I looked in at 3am, 4am, 5am, 6am, and 10am this morning, they would have got a very big fright - and I'm not exaggerating. Picture a beached whale with Fraggle hair, unable to open sleep-encrusted eyes singing ``Five little ducks went out one day'' very off key wearing the most attractive maternity underwear (aka my husbands jocks which he put on me because I have lost the ability to dress myself. Anyway, my munchkin fell asleep last night about 10pm okay I thought to myself as I hankered down to read the latest Reader's Digest. 11.30pm and WAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. To make a long story short, by 3.11am I thought I'd better try the night-time drive before I pull all my hair out. I was Cra-ghing (cry-laughing) as I watched my hypo-baby stand in the middle of my bed, swivel her hips (yes, she swivels!) curls bouncing everywhere yelling "Dance, dance dance" over, and over and over again.
It was sort of funny, but not really.
Anyhow, she is totally enthralled with Playschool at the moment - my 28 minutes of respite. Soon, however, I'm going to have to take her out before she demands I turn the stereo on and dance around.
I hope you all enjoy sleeping tonight. Now I totally understand how Chinese sleep-deprivation torture actually leads to insanity. I'm developing a weird tick.
yawn.
Wednesday 18 May 2005
25 Days left and counting
Now, I know it has been like MONTHS since my last post, but really I can sum it all up in one word.
TIRED!!!
The only reason I am actually blogging right now is because my beautiful, thoughtful husband got me a lap top with wireless connection for Mother's Day. I used to poo-poo this fake holiday (it falls into the same category as Halloween and St Valentine's Day), I now think its a great day and am already looking forward to next year for an even more extravagant present.
Quick update on the light-of-my-life AKA my daughter. She's is running around and has a vocabulary of nearly 30 words. Very clever indeed. The running around is a bit scary sometimes, though, as I discovered last Friday night when, for no apparent reason she decided to run hell for leather straight into a concrete wall. I was watching her do it but was helpless to stop it. It was freaky how - as soon as she bounced off the wall, a little bright blue dot appeared on her forehead that, before my very eyes, grew to the size of an egg. I was home alone and freaked and tried to hold an ice pack on my hysterical baby's head - without much luck. Anyway, today the bump nearly non-existent and the bruise has turned a highlighter green. Lovely.
Now, to my impending delivery due date. While it is rapidly approaching, I CAN'T WAIT. These are the main reasons why.
1) I fucken hate maternity clothes. They are ugly, expensive and all in boring colours.
2) I can't wait to take a deep, long breath.
3) I'm sick of going to the toilet every 30 minutes.
4) My back hurts.
5) All my ligaments hurt.
6) I'm sick of people guessing what sex the baby will be based on how big my ass is.
But, the best reason is I CAN'T WAIT TO SEE THIS BABY. I'm really excited and feel so blessed. Ohhhhhh.
Time to get some sleep. (sleep? What's that again???) My little toddler is in the land of nod, and I just know that as soon as I doze, she will be calling out MAMA DADDDDEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.
Ahh, the joys!
TIRED!!!
The only reason I am actually blogging right now is because my beautiful, thoughtful husband got me a lap top with wireless connection for Mother's Day. I used to poo-poo this fake holiday (it falls into the same category as Halloween and St Valentine's Day), I now think its a great day and am already looking forward to next year for an even more extravagant present.
Quick update on the light-of-my-life AKA my daughter. She's is running around and has a vocabulary of nearly 30 words. Very clever indeed. The running around is a bit scary sometimes, though, as I discovered last Friday night when, for no apparent reason she decided to run hell for leather straight into a concrete wall. I was watching her do it but was helpless to stop it. It was freaky how - as soon as she bounced off the wall, a little bright blue dot appeared on her forehead that, before my very eyes, grew to the size of an egg. I was home alone and freaked and tried to hold an ice pack on my hysterical baby's head - without much luck. Anyway, today the bump nearly non-existent and the bruise has turned a highlighter green. Lovely.
Now, to my impending delivery due date. While it is rapidly approaching, I CAN'T WAIT. These are the main reasons why.
1) I fucken hate maternity clothes. They are ugly, expensive and all in boring colours.
2) I can't wait to take a deep, long breath.
3) I'm sick of going to the toilet every 30 minutes.
4) My back hurts.
5) All my ligaments hurt.
6) I'm sick of people guessing what sex the baby will be based on how big my ass is.
But, the best reason is I CAN'T WAIT TO SEE THIS BABY. I'm really excited and feel so blessed. Ohhhhhh.
Time to get some sleep. (sleep? What's that again???) My little toddler is in the land of nod, and I just know that as soon as I doze, she will be calling out MAMA DADDDDEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.
Ahh, the joys!
Wednesday 2 March 2005
Happy Birthday my baby!
WOW! Where has the year gone? My little munchkin is one today and I just can't belive it! I know every parent must say this, but it has gone past way too quickly.
A year ago today I was in a very short, (thank God) labour. Excruciating pain followed by the most surreal, indescribable rush of emotions. The first time I gazed onto her tiny face, I fell instantly in love. I'm so grateful for her and thank God every day for we are truly blessed to have her. Owwwww!!!!
Now don't get me wrong, ther ehave been some very hairy moments. Let me recall just few. Runny poos, not wanting to sleep, chasing her around the house in an atempt to feeed her and, the beauty, having her vomit in my mouth.
But, the fanatstic times outweigh all of these times a million to one. Her first feed, smile and the first time she said MAMA. Crawling, standing and being enthralled by the sound of the washing machine.
The scariest thing, however, is that within a blink of an eye, my baby will have a brother or sister. Three months and counting! This is the main reason I haven;t blogged in so long. I'm exhausted and getting bigger every minute. I can't wait! I just hope everything goes well and this little baby is healthy.
Well, I must run. I have a cake to buy. I'm hoping to blog again soon. Sorry readers.
A year ago today I was in a very short, (thank God) labour. Excruciating pain followed by the most surreal, indescribable rush of emotions. The first time I gazed onto her tiny face, I fell instantly in love. I'm so grateful for her and thank God every day for we are truly blessed to have her. Owwwww!!!!
Now don't get me wrong, ther ehave been some very hairy moments. Let me recall just few. Runny poos, not wanting to sleep, chasing her around the house in an atempt to feeed her and, the beauty, having her vomit in my mouth.
But, the fanatstic times outweigh all of these times a million to one. Her first feed, smile and the first time she said MAMA. Crawling, standing and being enthralled by the sound of the washing machine.
The scariest thing, however, is that within a blink of an eye, my baby will have a brother or sister. Three months and counting! This is the main reason I haven;t blogged in so long. I'm exhausted and getting bigger every minute. I can't wait! I just hope everything goes well and this little baby is healthy.
Well, I must run. I have a cake to buy. I'm hoping to blog again soon. Sorry readers.
Wednesday 19 January 2005
I know I've been a slack-arse
Sorry Marija, Mona and Matt and my big sis in New York, (I think that covers my readership?) I know you guys hang on my every typed-word and get withdrawal symptoms due to my non-blogging - but it has been ultra hectic for me.
I will try to explain why.
SHE'S NEARLY WALKING!!!
Everyone predicted my little angel would walk early. Since mastering her greased-lightning commando crawl,(she's too clever to hurt her knees on our floorboards), she's discovered that she can pull herself up and grab the remote, my food or anything else her curious hands can get a hold of. Her favourite thing to grab is the computer keyboard hence I haven't blogged in a while.
On another topic, I went for my 19 week ultra-sound yetserday and it was absolutely amazing! The little bubby was waving and kicking, but kept turning its bum toward us. Without sounding too mushy, it really is a miracle the way life develops. I feel priveleged that I'm a woman and can experience this. I will post a pic of the baby as soon as I can.
Now, my opinion on a few recent world events. Hey, I have to put my two-bob"s worth in.
The Asian Tsunamis.
Watching the destruction, heartbreak and utter loss the day after Christmas was one of the hardest things to see during what is supposed to be a festive time of the year. I know I was not alone in shedding pools of tears for the people who lost their lives, homes - everything. Without being too long winded, I felt proud to be an Aussie, to be counted as a person amongst millions who have such compassionate hearts. On the other hand, it made me ashamed as well. The whole nation was quick to react, to help. But I kept thinking about the poor orphaned, mutilated and starving children in Iraq who have had their worlds ripped apart - not by an act of God, but through and act of Evil. Why doesn't the world help them? Why aren't concerts organised, aid agencies plugging on TV every 5 minutes? Or the people in Sudan, the millions slaughtered in Rwanda not so long ago and the Palestinian refugees, stranded in camps, a no-man's-land for generations. Life is just not fair.
The Election of Abbas.
Thank God!!!
Can peace finally be achieved?
The South Australian and Perth Bush Fires.
The pyromaniacs that deliberately start these fires need to be strung up by their genitals over a steaming cauldron of sulphuric acid. Is it a sickness or pure evil? I pray all those people who have lost their homes will get the help they deserve.
Well, that's all I have to say for now. Actually, I can't stand smelling my little bubby's dirty nappy anymore. I'm about to throw up.
See ya'll.
I will try to explain why.
SHE'S NEARLY WALKING!!!
Everyone predicted my little angel would walk early. Since mastering her greased-lightning commando crawl,(she's too clever to hurt her knees on our floorboards), she's discovered that she can pull herself up and grab the remote, my food or anything else her curious hands can get a hold of. Her favourite thing to grab is the computer keyboard hence I haven't blogged in a while.
On another topic, I went for my 19 week ultra-sound yetserday and it was absolutely amazing! The little bubby was waving and kicking, but kept turning its bum toward us. Without sounding too mushy, it really is a miracle the way life develops. I feel priveleged that I'm a woman and can experience this. I will post a pic of the baby as soon as I can.
Now, my opinion on a few recent world events. Hey, I have to put my two-bob"s worth in.
The Asian Tsunamis.
Watching the destruction, heartbreak and utter loss the day after Christmas was one of the hardest things to see during what is supposed to be a festive time of the year. I know I was not alone in shedding pools of tears for the people who lost their lives, homes - everything. Without being too long winded, I felt proud to be an Aussie, to be counted as a person amongst millions who have such compassionate hearts. On the other hand, it made me ashamed as well. The whole nation was quick to react, to help. But I kept thinking about the poor orphaned, mutilated and starving children in Iraq who have had their worlds ripped apart - not by an act of God, but through and act of Evil. Why doesn't the world help them? Why aren't concerts organised, aid agencies plugging on TV every 5 minutes? Or the people in Sudan, the millions slaughtered in Rwanda not so long ago and the Palestinian refugees, stranded in camps, a no-man's-land for generations. Life is just not fair.
The Election of Abbas.
Thank God!!!
Can peace finally be achieved?
The South Australian and Perth Bush Fires.
The pyromaniacs that deliberately start these fires need to be strung up by their genitals over a steaming cauldron of sulphuric acid. Is it a sickness or pure evil? I pray all those people who have lost their homes will get the help they deserve.
Well, that's all I have to say for now. Actually, I can't stand smelling my little bubby's dirty nappy anymore. I'm about to throw up.
See ya'll.
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