As the brisk autumn end of days close in, we’ve taken to getting fresh air before sunset in the yard. Jman loves the birds, boats and helicopters,and always sleeps a lot better after a dose of fresh air and nature’s inputs. Though yesterday he was pulling up on everything, so the one storey drop to the water and rocks adds a little bit of extra vigilance….I’m glad there’s a fence. It’s nice to have some calm time together before the meal-bath-our meal-play-bed kerfuffle.
This time of the year is all about honoring mothers. Over the next two weeks, we have International Bereaved Mothers Day (May 5), Birth Mother’s Day (May 11), Mother’s Day (May 12), and Step Mother’s Day (May 19). In recognition of this, we will be featuring a different post every day this week from a PAIL reader who has volunteered to share her thoughts about mothering.
Friday I was up early and buggered off in the dark for a coffee. Alone. Awesome decision. We’ll be doing that one again. A whole hour of ME TIME!
I came home and vacuumed after breaky, (wtf?)… Crawling makes you soooooo conscious of the crap on the carpet. We’ve been crawling just over a week now. The random coins and screws and elastic bands…a veritable minefield, I tell ya.
As a reward, we buggered off to the city, on the ferry no less. The ferry has been out of a few months, so j-man didnt remember it, but man did he like it. Of course, he had to do that whole “lets harass the random stranger on public transport” routine that he has, but whatevs. It was fun. He squealed with delight when I took him outside to see the waves, boats, birds and bridges.
Of course, this all gets a boy’s appetite going.
So we ate pasta.
Lots and lots of pasta.
And jman quite enjoyed it.
Can you tell?
Holy crap jman. He’s planning on being a mechanic:
And he’s a fan of speed!
Nice to see Daddy making good use of his & jman’s chrissy present….it was a bit “pinch me that went quick!” To think how far from a wagon ride he was at Christmas !
The weekend saw us heading back up the Hunter valley, to big bro’s farm, and, incidentally the town where we were married.
The jman was pretty goddamn impressed with his first cattle sale, though it was a toss up whether the mooing of the cows, the feistiness of the bulls, or the auctioneer’s quick talking sales that were most impressive. He loved it. Though I was concerned about him a) waving his arms around and b) harassing a man who was trying to bid on a bull (he was sitting above us on a fence rail, and jman found his trousers interesting, we managed to avoid inadvertent bull/steer purchases.
and big dad went all caveman and made fire. This too was impressive for jman. Then we cooked pizza. Mmmmm.
We finished up the weekend in the beer garden at Wollombi tavern, home to Dr Jurds Jungle Juice. And very big burgers….
So my cousin just posted this on my fb page.
I actually sang with this choir and did carmina burana at the opera house in a 400 voice choir, just before I was pregnant. Awesome. We were using the original lyrics, however….
These lyrics are a lot funnier.
Give yourself a laugh
Carl Orff’s Carmina Burana for parents….Sydney Philharmonia choir
I can put down a Venetian blind in a room with a sleeping baby, and not make a sound.
I can unstrap a car seat, pick up two plastic bags of shopping , a nappy bag, and a crinkly book, and walk twenty metres, up eight stairs, unlock two doors, answer a text, and not wake the sleeping baby I’m carrying.
I can breastfeed a sleeping infant after a swim, do a one handed nappy change simultaneously, and wrap him in a dry towel in the pram for a sleep.
I can hang out washing on the verandah whilst playing peek a boo with the small person inside and keeping an eyeball out for sharp hurty things.
I can eat dumplings whilst keeping the bowl out of reach of the high chair and cutting one open to cool and feed to his lordship, boss of all the food.
I can pack a nappy bag whilst putting on my makeup.
I can fight through three lanes of traffic in record time whilst singing baa baa black sheep sixteen times and handing small toys to the backseat at red lights.
I’m not a mother.
I’m a ninja, I tell you.
