Sunday, November 21, 2010

Gratuitous cute #1467428

Cup of hot tea?

One of my angel's favorite activities at the moment is helping make mummy a cup of hot tea. Tis a play I encourage heartily and I look forward with great glee to the day I can finally be brought one in bed in the morning. Why else the sleepless nights and vomit stains?? She is doing well, making progress...but still requires a degree of supervision :-)

News of the day : neatness is not genetic

Those who know and love me will be aware that I have what I consider to be a healthy approach to neatness. I don't like things to get out of control, I like relative order in some areas of life and home, but other areas hit a fairly low level on the life priority scales. Frankly I think that there are more important things to do in life. As long as things are not dirty...a little disheveled natural state of being in less visible areas is not the end of the world when there are playful creative learning sharing things to do. Yet somehow I have bred a child with a very particular aversion to dirt. With the exception of chocolate on her face, which clearly doesn't count coz she can't see it, she is very concerned about the presence of "dirty" on hands or feet, hates to have a stray hair on her (I agree, ug!) and is a most considerate and concerned citizen when it comes to tidying up the sand left behind by those messy messy boys in the park...

Wednesday, November 17, 2010

Bloody sick.....

Tonsillitis and conjunctivitis, come on kids... I don't want to play any more!

Friday, November 12, 2010

Not her finest moment!

My angel is sick, she has a miserable cold and ear infection... It's hideous to the point of vomiting green martian goo in the wee hours :-( the joys of being mummy are really being tested, again... She hasn't wanted to eat anything for days... So this afternoon I set her up in front of Yo Gabba Gabba (mummy approved songs like "why lie? We like you better when you tell the truth!) and gave her a chocolate bickie treat... Apparently that went down well :-) she's all style and grace...

Wednesday, November 10, 2010

I wanted to go to Cuba

So I wanted to escape... to run off to metaphorically join the circus, and literally join an agricultural cooperative farm in Cuba.  It was to be the opening swan-song of my EPL (eat, pray, love) adventure.  Sadly, tis not to be.  Seems the Visa situation is prohibitive.  I am disappointed - but am I also relieved?

award winning words??

It seems that a rather nice sounding woman from Norway has given my little blog her "cherry on the top award"... I find it rather interesting to think of strange people, sometimes people who are very different from me, reading my blog... In reality I don't think I have a lot of readers... I have 19 followers, which is minuscule in blogging terms, and a handful of browsing friends who let me know that they read my ramblings.... So I figure that my blog is largely a diary for me - a collection of thoughts and images through time, which allow me to look back on over the years and re-capture moments.  A museum, if you will, of my memorable moments in life. 
But I was very touched to discover that my little blog is one of this person's five favourite blogs. 
She wrote
3. Wanderlust, I really enjoy reading about the everyday life of this blogger. Nice blog with many good pictures :) The blog can be found here. A cherry on top award is awarded to you from me :)
Thanks "Small'n' Big"... I appreciate the kindness!

Tuesday, November 9, 2010

Skimming stones

So I've been feeling stuck... There are things in my life that need to change, and I don't know how to do it. Everything is interconnected... If I change one thing everything else is effected....and unravels... Every option has pros and cons...
I went to see Eat Pray Love and I cried all the way through... I cried because I heard the parts of her story that were mine.  Once upon a time I had passion.  Once upon a time I cared deeply about the wrongs of the world.  Once upon a time I was determined to make a difference.  Now I can't remember the last time I cared deeply about anything.  I hear myself complaining more than celebrating... I hear myself being small, thinking small....
I have moments that move me to my depths... they are all around my child.  When I watch her sleep.  When she takes my hand to walk forward.  When she absent-mindedly plays with my fingers.  When I watch her play when she doesn't know I am watching.  When she rubs my nose with her nose. When her little voice calls "mummy?" when she can't see me.  When she says "lub you mummy".  These moments and a thousand more make my heart swell and make me feel alive.
But the rest of the time... life flows around me.... feelings tickle me, itch me slightly...but don't rock my world.  I feel like things pass me in superficial ways...like skipping stones.
I want to be filled with feeling again.  I want to breath in the richness of a moment.  I want to dive right in to the pool.

Monday, November 8, 2010

Diva's birthday feast!

The creative efforts of friends combine to make a memorable meal that symbolizes the symbiosis of four different flavours of women, balancing each other into a friendship feast.

My big girl...

My angel...
Independent strong-willed kind loving funny wild dramatic generous stubborn adventurous curious smart gentle spontaneous charming sociable willful cheeky active brave stubborn creative excitable willing... Did I mention stubborn?

Tuesday, November 2, 2010

Question...

As a parent, do you ever get past the crippling fear that somehow something is going to take the precious little angel away from you...
Its a constant fear, like the theme music of my life, it underlies and sets the mood for every moment of every day.
I feel so incredibly unbelievably lucky.  I know that it is at once so normal, so common, for people to have children... and at the same time, I know that it is an unfathomable and breath-taking miracle and it could burst like a bubble at any moment.
As a parent, do you just get used to the fear?