Wednesday, January 27, 2016
Etcetera, etcetera, along with many more failed attempts at being a G.
Different year, same me? Well, duh. I haven't bumped my head or developed multiple personalities since I was here last (that I know of).
Some housekeeping notices:
- I have changed my blog name and background. Why? Because I'm old. With age comes wisdom and wisdom told me that my blog name and background was stank. Gasp! How rude! So anyway, out with the old and in with the new and all that sorta stuff. And also, I love big bookshelves and books and yes, I'm old. And yes, I would love to build my house soon just so I can have a library, with built-in floor to ceiling bookshelves across whole walls. Aaaaahhh...
- I will be ranting randomly still. Unfortunately, wisdom gapped it after the above revelation, so my writing style is still kind of the opposite of moderate, immaculately polished with the spirit of a hustler and the swagger of a college kid. Kinda. (Thanks T.I. for the borrowed lyrics).
- I've moved houses, so for all of you out there who are meaning to send donuts (again, no comment from wisdom on donut consumption) I'm happy to provide the address :) I love how donuts became a fashionable food just when I decided to try "clean eating". Universe, watchu tryna say?
OK, I'm outtie. Looking forwarding to "journeying with you" and "partnering with you" and all that fluffy stuff.
Friday, June 26, 2015
My 3 month old starting sleeping through the night from when she was 6 weeks old.
Did you just think, "How lucky of you to have such a good baby" ? That's the response I always get. And it annoys me. Yes, this baby actually is really good. She has a calm and chilled-out nature. She's alert and very responsive to human interaction. But that's not why she sleeps so well.
She has been put on a strict routine of sleeping, feeding and wake times since she was 1 week old. This has involved waking her up at times when I just wanted to let her sleep, and putting her down while awake (she, not I) to settle herself to sleep (translation: cry). The long term (ie lifelong) goal is to stabilise her hunger and sleeping habits. The short term effect is that she sleeps through the night from what seems to many to be an impossibly early age.
So while I agree that this wee bundle of joy is indeed a good baby, please note that the more important factor is that she and I have worked very hard for this result. Three kids on, it's still heart wrenching to listen to your baby learn to settle themselves to sleep. It was more than "luck", and more than having a "good baby". Give me some credit man!
PS. I'm always happy to give tips on implementing routines to those who ask :)
Wednesday, April 22, 2015
I have often read in blogs, articles (and other things that people with time write on the internet) that marriage is not work, because loving someone means the time and effort you put in to your relationship doesn't count as "work". Let me just say that from my own personal experience - what a load of
Living with a person, sharing a home, children, extended families, dreams and fears - this opens up a world of vulnerabilities, and an infinite number of opportunities to hurt and be hurt by this person, on a level that is unimaginable. Your Venn diagram intersects for the really important issues/values, but there's so much of your individual circles that are still separate (refer diagram below for geeky mathematics illustration).
|Their circle, your circle, and the intersection|
After 5 years of marriage I thought we had made it over the hump and it would be smooth sailing the rest of the way. As it turns out, life isn't quite done with us yet. There have been many more highs, lows and kids. I would be lying if I said that maintaining a stable marriage in the midst of the craziness of life isn't work. But through this work, our relationship has matured and deepened. It's different. It's better.
This rambling post is not to discourage from marriage. I am happier today in my marriage than I ever have been. But along the way I have also been the unhappiest I have ever been too. I am now more understanding of those who have made the decision to end a marriage. I am now more understanding of those who have persevered to save a marriage.
So what's the secret to a successful marriage? When you see someone who has gone through a drastic weight loss, you want to know the secret to their success. The shortcut. But the answer is already widely known, it's the same and only answer that has truly worked - diet and exercise. I have found the same to be true here. There is no secret ingredient. Communication, compromise, forgiveness, acceptance, love. That's all. Now good luck ;)
Thursday, January 22, 2015
In the past 4 years we have moved 3 times, and in a month we will be moving again. Roughly around my due date. Happy happy joy joy. Clever us.
I've noticed that there are 3 phases of the relationship between landlord and tenant:
Phase 1: The Courting Phase
You need a place to stay and he needs someone to stay in his place.
You: [portraying the hard-working, super clean, super joyful person you're not] No condition on the rental property is too much. Want a cup of tea? Some scones? How is daughter?
Landlord: I'm sure you guys will be great. Let me know as soon as anything needs maintenance and I'll get onto it RIGHT AWAY. I don't think your children will be too noisy for the neighbours at all.
Phase 2: The Reality Phase
He finds out that you're actually too busy and tired and lazy to keep the house as spic and span as it looked in the first inspection. You start to accumulate (hoard) things that stack up unattractively throughout the house.
You realise the lack of storage that you thought would be a minor factor is actually a major pain in the ass, and you run out of space to store your stuff.
Random tradies turn up on the property without you knowing.
You don't weed the garden for a year or so.
The email and text communications start lacking in smiley faces and LOLs.
Phase 3: The Love-And-Leave Phase
The lease is coming to an end. You want to leave. He wants you to leave.
You need a good reference. He needs you to present the house well for potential tenants.
You: Sure, I'll clean the top of the rangehood that no one will see. Clean the shower again? Of course! We are free for viewings anytime that suits you.
Landlord: Put me down for a reference, I'll be sure to give you a great one. Let's plan the viewings around the kids' nap times. I won't give the address out in case people come by unannounced and hassle you.
And round it goes again. Rinse and repeat.
Please Lord give us a place that we will want to stay at for several years. Or better yet give us a million bucks so we can buy our own house. Amen.
Tuesday, January 20, 2015
Oh well, it still feels new to me, because we only arrived back in our home 2 days ago after a month or so visiting family in Auckland and Fiji (more on THAT to follow!)
No resolutions this year, except to not get pregnant ever again. #lolnotlol
It's looking to be a challenging year up ahead with the following:
* paying back debt from taking a holiday we couldn't afford
* new baby (God willing) plus all the stress and financial strain that will come with her
* rebuild of our extended family home and all the financial strain from that
* family reunion planning and all the financial strain from that (is it just me or is there some kind of pattern here??)
So I guess another resolution should be to not miss buying a Lotto Powerball ticket every week. Problems solved.
Here we go again. Boobs up and asses out!
Thursday, December 11, 2014
- We found out Spock the Speck is a girl. She is still Spock though, because why can't she be? Boys can wear tutus and girls can wear pants and we'll soon be zooming around in hovercrafts, right? (Huh)
- Spock is active. Make that super active. Super hyper active. I go to bed to the beat of her kicking, and wake up to it. Whether I'm sitting or lying down, moving around or completely still, she kicks. The midwife reckons movement is a good sign. Yet in the back of my mind I wonder ... is this much movement really good? Ka'ilo. Maybe she's hungry. Or maybe she's saying please stop eating I'm running out of space in here. Bossy kid. Typical girl.
- We went to Samoa for a couple of weeks. It was ... an adventure. Travelling with two young kids and one on the way, and not having the other parent to help on both flights to and from ... it near drove me mad. It was definitely not a "holiday". But it was home. And it was with my whole family, and we hadn't been together in Samoa for over a decade. So I guess that means it was good, right?
- We are going to Fiji over New Year's. That's right, I get to do the whole travelling with kids and forming kid thing all over again, because I loved it so much the first time (refer above). Here's a handy hint: When you make big plans like book and pay for 2 international trips for your family in one year, do yourself a favour and use contraception.
- I'll be over 30 week preggo while in Fiji. Oh Lord please don't let me give birth there. Not meaning anything negative towards the Fijian health system. I am just a super paranoid OCD type, and I need to give birth in Wellington Hospital with my own midwife, or else. Hear that, Spock? Or else!
- McDonald's now have $1 Frozen Cokes ... a bit late to the party as Burger King has had that deal for years now. I don't know why I thought it was relevant to mention that here. Hmmm.