Sunday, February 12, 2012

yesterday

...we wandered up to the local school where, miraculously, Che transformed into a sweet little skeleton and Daniel stole the bike. Poet watched happily from her little red caboose and I noticed autumn creeping in on the trees. 

We got home just before the storm broke and just in time for Che to get his boardies on and dance in the sky water. 


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Friday, February 10, 2012

housekeeping

We're in the throes of moving the entire house around. It feels like we're moving house - without the boxes and without the truck. There's just a whole lot of junk surfacing from deep within the cupboards and I'm questioning why on earth we're holding on to it. 

I've probably chosen the worst possible time to embark on such a move because Poet has just started commando crawling. Everywhere. She's doing a good job of cleaning the floor though - she's covered in crumbs, hair and fluff every time I pick her up. Disgusting, yes. Productive? Very.

One reason for said move is Che's obsession with Lego. It is, without doubt, one of the best toys that has ever been created. But Lego is small. Tiny, tiny, little, little and perfect for our inquisitive seven-month-old. So Che has moved into what was the office - there's a desk for him to create at and plenty of floor space for Lego construction. The one rule? Lego is not allowed, in any circumstance, to pass his bedroom door. 

What was Che's room will soon be Poet's. Currently it's brimming with stuff and I-don't-know-where-to-put-it's. Today I sorted all the newborn clothes (sniff!) into storage containers and pulled out all of Che's old 6-12month clothes for Poet to wear this coming autumn/winter. There's lots of navy, grey and red. I'll add a bit of pink, lavender, mustard and cream and voila, a fabulous wardrobe for Poe. 

As I've sorted and cleaned I've carried with me a natural cleaner that works a treat for rooms susceptible to dust and mould - a mixture of water, lemon juice, eucalyptus oil and clove in a spray bottle. It's been a life saver considering Daniel's allergies (we discovered this time last year that he is severely allergic to dust and mould) and it's good, as always, to know it's a natural and safe concoction (although often clove is not recommended during pregnancy). 

If you're still awake and reading....

  • I've joined Instagram (finally!) - I'm cheandfidel. Come say hi!
  • I have to apologise to those of you that have asked me questions in past posts and haven't yet received a response. There's now a 'reply' option in the comments section so I'll be going through past posts (not all of them!) and answering your questions within the comment section.
  • The kinfolk giveaway will be drawn on Sunday. If you want to extend your vocabulary take a trip through the comments - there's some fabulously strange and beautiful words in there (handy if you're playing scrabble anytime soon). 
Chat soon...x


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Thursday, April 08, 2010

about me (7 things) + Kreative blog award

i choose you!

Checks and Spots awarded me a Kreative Blog Award (about 6 weeks ago) and I'm only just getting around to my half of the deal - write seven things about myself. So, here goes:


1. I have a very small vocabulary considering my profession as writer/journalist. Daniel thinks this is a blessing because it means I speak everyone's language.

2. I don't have wisdom teeth - which could be the sole reason for number 1.

3. I've never been drunk. Partly due to the fact that I don't enjoy the taste of alcohol, mostly due to the fact that I start to feel queasy after a few sips. This could classify me as "cheap drunk".

4. I loathe facebook and can't understand why people feel the need to tell the world about what's on their sandwich.

5. I experienced the most crippling homesickness while alone in Paris. I sat in Notre Dame for two hours and cried. I came home a short time later.

6. Today I got all the way to the bank in the shopping centre and realised I had left my wallet at home.

7. On my second trip to the shopping centre (and this was before 10am) Ché and I got out of the car and were just about at the shops when a rather lovely young man pulled up beside me. Conversation is as follows:

Him: "Ah, excuse me?"
Me: "Yes."
Him: "Was there anyone else getting out of your car?"
Me: (slightly confused) "Um, no"
Him: "Oh, it's just that you left your car door open."
Me: (blushing, bumbling, pretty convinced I've lost my mind) "Oh, thanks. Thanks soooo much."

I walk back to my car and yes, the door is wide open. Thankfully the most valuable item in my car is a piece of leftover hot cross bun. Disappointedly, no-one had taken it.

I'm giving these lovely ones a kreative blog award: leigh, fliss, emma, rach, amber, megan andkatie


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Thursday, May 07, 2009

for the love of



When did your obsession begin?

At the moment we have to turn our head when a bus, truck, tractor and, most definitely, a fire engine passes us by. He loves the zoom zoom, clunk, clunk, clickety-clack sound of engines. The high-pitched repetition of the siren. He's so passionate about diggers and lorries and semi-trailers. So young and yet so enthralled.

It got me thinking about whether this will stay with him. This love.

He's walking and talking now and I think I may be (quietly) wondering where my little bubba went to. And where this little person came from. In the same moment I adore the way he trudges along beside me, down the footpath, stopping to pick up a rock, a leaf, an old shopping receipt. If I crouch down to his level our world is so much bigger.

"there it is"
"what's this"
"mwah mwah"
"ta-ta"
(written here so I never forget).


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Sunday, May 03, 2009

leaves under foot





when he grows up i'll tell him that he learned to walk in autumn.
and that is why he loves the sound of leaves crunching under foot.


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Friday, April 24, 2009

fog


i'm writing in short sentences.
like stream of consciousness.
because i've got the flu.
and my head isn't working.
che now knows what tissues are for.
so even though i'm sick, he's still learning.
he's reading me books.
which i like.

i really don't like being sick.
with a heavy head.
a head that's cranky.
yuk.

but while lying in bed i've been planning an autumn clean
because we'll be cosying in for the next few months
and i'd like things to be just so.

because domesticity is something that i do
i've been blessed with a brand new dryer that senses when the clothes are dry
and a gorgeous new vacuum that leaves no trace of dust.
new kettle too.

i know this space has been neglected of late
and funnily enough i've felt guilty for my lack of words.
so here i am typing through a flu fog
and surprise surprise i do feel better.

perhaps i feel better because of the lemon and honey tea
the warm cardigan
the autumn sun.

I hope you're well.


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Friday, March 20, 2009

my days have been sweet




...with peek-a-boo, fruit bowl antics and the bliss of autumn sunshine. That last pic is my shadow and my dad's new shed. He made it out of recycled materials. My favourite part is the little medicine bottle on the windowsill.


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Saturday, February 21, 2009

happy weekend


I hope your weekend is all dreamy and carefree.


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Wednesday, January 07, 2009

it's been lovely


doing nothing. After a busy and joyous Christmas we have spent our days just lazing about. Which only makes me realise how important it is to be still and quiet for a while - because it ultimately makes everything more enjoyable, doesn't it. Our summer has been sweltering and so we have only visited the beach in the early morning or evening - the sun is too hot and harsh for fair baby skin. Thankfully our house is cool and catches a subtle sea breeze...it is the perfect abode for these warm months. We've been puttering, playing, reading and basking in the shade...and I don't want it to end!

I feel I've been spolit too. My love found me this gorgeous old (new to me) bike which is currently awaiting attention (red paint, basket & bell). And the umbrella - stripes and fringing, everything I've always wanted in a beach umbrella.

Che was gifted some beautiful toys and books at Christmas time. I use 'some' in the best possible way - enough presents to excite and not to overwhelm. I especially loved the simple gifts - the homemade biscuits, tomatoes from the garden, our celebratory evening meal under the grapevine, the abundance of ribbon and the sweet messages on cards. Feasting, family, friends and a few snapshots...it's what I remember most and I remember it all fondly.


Most evenings after Che has fallen into slumber, Daniel and I eat dinner on our balcony. A casual dinner outside - summer in all its glory. Curries infused with kaffir lime leaves, easy salads, a simple tomato and zucchini pasta. Perhaps ice-cream and mango for dessert. Sure it's been hot, really hot, but it's been so good too. I really don't want it to end.


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Sunday, December 07, 2008

hro...hro

...translation (hello, hello).


New phones, old phones, vintage phones, mobile phones. Give my little one some buttons and he's happy. His little index finger pushes each individual button - 1, 2, 3, 4. And then he giggles. It is rather sweet to watch.

In the last few weeks I've all of a sudden remembered the contentment that comes when a child is in the wonderful world of play. Sometimes I join in, other times I just observe and occasionally I start to work on my own little projects. We are busy, our home is calm and all is well.

And look at this gorgeous new bookshelf that Che's Ommi found in the local church op-shop. It's so wonderful for his books and toys. And very, very red. I love it, love it but I'm not sure if I'll keep it how it is or paint it white. I wonder...


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Thursday, December 04, 2008

day-to-day

He helps unpack the shopping, taking bites from the fresh fruit & veg as he goes. This makes me happy. Very happy.


Cherries. Ripe, red cherries. Christmas indulgence. $6 for 1kg of yummy yummy cherries.


Hand washing. It always seems like such an arduous task. I procrastinate for weeks sometimes. But I love the satisfaction of delicate garments all fresh and clean and lying on the bed, ready to be put away.


I'm starting to recognise photos in my day. Odd for a writer to find that connection with a camera. Nice though. Nice.


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Tuesday, November 04, 2008

30 days of gratitude : 28

Remember when you had a newborn and you found it hard to imagine that little bundle as a moving, giggling, wriggling, social little creature? You were so stuck in the awe of new parenthood that for a while you didn't think about parenting a toddler. You momentarily forgot that soon you would be chasing your little one around a park.

I'm just beginning to realise that while the present moment is so much fun there is always that next stage to get excited about. And as you can see we have officially reached the 'park' stage. Yes, we are a park family. We love it. Swinging, sliding, round-a-bouting till our hearts content. Watching Che observe, chat and play with the other kids is just gorgeous - he's pretty passionate about fun. And Daniel and I are loving the fact that we can be kids again too - swinging higher and higher and higher...play date anyone?


Earlier today I read that Michelle was starting a little market in her village and I got all sad about the fact that we don't really have a villagey atmosphere in our neighbourhood. We live on a gorgeous country-esque street with cottage gardens and horses but no little piggies going to market anytime soon. And then, like someone had heard my pleas, while driving home I notice a beautiful big sign on the school fence at the end of our street. "Village Market - 3rd Saturday of every month" ... dream come true, I am bursting with excitement. The basket is all ready to go.

Gratitude today for life in the park and at the market.


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