Sunday, 1 September 2013

Yay for a new first.

Today we had a new first - our boy lost his first tooth.

While I was sitting at the dining table the boy suddenly exclaims "I think my tooth just fell out." After establishing that it had, and asking him where it went (he threw it on the floor in panic), a brief explanation was made to make him feel less freaked out about teeth falling out. I think he's more reassured that it's normal and thanks to Peppa Pig, he knows what happens next; the tooth fairy will come along to pick it up.

It reminds me of when I was a child losing my teeth. I remember swallowing a couple because they frequently came out whilst I was eating. I think my parents would give me the benefit of the doubt there and the tooth fairy would give me pity money.

There was this other time where I wanted some extra money to spend at the dairy, so I found a piece of chalk that looked like a tooth (sort of) and put it in my tooth pixie in an effort to trick the tooth fairy. Needless to say it didn't work and I was a very confused little girl. I mean, that piece of chalk was virtually indistinguishable from a tooth - and that's when my belief in the tooth fairy diminished (I'm not even kidding). Apparently, if I can't outsmart something or someone, they mustn't be real. God, I was a really egotistical child. Jeez, my mother was right - I was selfish.

I have to be honest, I was anticipating at least another year before we lost our first tooth but I suppose I should be glad we've gotten over that hurdle.

Also, today is Father's Day, but the husband had to work today so Father's Day was yesterday for us. The kids drew a couple of things and I framed this for him too (which I seem to post everywhere. So apologies if you've seen this already). Just an adapted poem from Pinterest and a photo I took the other day.

Oh, and double also we went to the snow where the kids had their first snow encounter. They both loved it. Toboggans seem to be a real hit with the children with them being in fits of laughter all the way down the sled slopes. Seems to be a week of firsts just gone.

Now onto the promised (sappy) photo. Ciao.

Heh, it looks like he had a sun face and she doesn't want to look directly at it or risk losing the ability to see. Ah, sun-face McGee.

Saturday, 1 June 2013

Human anatomy according to a 4 year old

  So most people are aware that around 2-4 years is where crazy logic makes its grand entrance in children. Today the boy wanted to discuss how the body works, but to get a better understanding, I asked him what he thought went down when someone ate something (you know, because everything in the body is/can be utilized by just eating...), and it was obvious what he'd been taught at day care but not much depth into how it works. Let's read!

Me: So, what happens when you eat food? Where does it go?

Him: When you eat food it goes down into your feet and then the food goes on top [of previously eaten food] and you grow up and up. And when it gets to your tummy you just grow up there too.

Me: So what is your stomach for then?

Him: It just has two bits of blood.

Me: Oh...okay. So what does your heart do then?

Him: It beats!

Me: It beats, yes (finally, I'm thinking, he got something right), and what happens when it beats?

Him: It beats when food goes to it and then it goes down to your feet.

Me: Right, but what about your blood?

Him: Blood is under your bones.

Me: Oh right (I guess that is kind of right).

Him: And do you know where your bones come from?

Me: My bones? I don't know, where?

Him: It comes from your blood!

  About here is where we changed the subject, because the human body is an exhausting thing to explain to your idiotic mother who should know these things by now! He's obviously been told that food helps you grow and he's taken that literally and thinks that his body must be an empty vessel where food builds up and you grow upwards just to fit more in. He's also been told his heart beats but not why. Cute... I think I understand why education is the way forward now.

Tuesday, 7 May 2013

My anecdote for the day

**Warning. The following is a story I've been over-thinking all day. You may skip it now, read a different post or do this instead (click me!)**

 You know how you have those moments in your life where you inwardly cringe at yourself. Maybe you did or said something stupid? And you over think the situation. Then one day, when you least expect it and you have too much time to think you catch yourself cringing again at that stupid thing you did one day. I had one of those today.

   Before today I didn't think I was that socially awkward. I laughed at those people who said awkward, inappropriate things at completely the wrong time. I knew I could make people feel really uncomfortable and awkward - if I wanted to - but I mostly said the right things and could feign interest with seamless ease. Oh, how little I knew.

  Today we all went to Wellington so that the boys could go and watch Jurassic Park 3D and us girls could go shopping. We were walking down Courtney Place, after dropping off the boys, where I was walking behind some relatively slow walkers. You know the ones. I have to say they weren't really walking that slowly but I walk at executive I'm-important-so-hurry-it-up speed so it was slow for me. Anyway, I finally saw an opportunity to walk past these loony men talking animatedly to each other when I turn to see that it's Ben Hurley and Steve Wrigley I am inwardly cursing about (for foreign viewers they are New Zealand comedians. Look 'em up. They're hilarious. And hopefully forgiving of weirdos). Of course, I do a double take and they notice that I've recognised who they are.

  I think to myself "Quick, think of something witty and clever and relevant to say. Something that'll be mildly amusing." I say the first thing that comes to my head, it's not clever or witty. At all. I have to say something, though, or it'll make it awkward. Or at least more awkward because I'm taking so long to say anything.

  "Oh my god!" I say in a theatrical tone "You walk so slooowly." I instantly say shut up in my head. What the actual fuck? I could have said anything! Anything in the world. A normal person would have said "Oh my god, it's Ben and Steve. Can I take a picture?" (Probably what they were expecting) or "Wow, you're way more beard-ie than you appear on TV." but I have to talk about their pace. They become apologetic, with Ben saying he was just laxing out and both giving tentative laughs because they have no freaking idea who I am and I'm talking like where best friends or something.

  After a half apologetic (because I'm an idiot), half terrified smile from me, I bolt on out of the situation. I walk super-human executive pace. Dear god. Why me? Why couldn't I just pretend I didn't know who they were at all?

  And that is the story of how they probably think I'm some walking Nazi who regulate people's pace or something.

  After writing it out, it doesn't seem so bad, but I was mortified at the time. Worse, it was self-induced mortification. This is why I shouldn't go out in public. Or be around people. Ugh.

Monday, 6 May 2013

Can you tell I'm procrastinating?

  I've noticed that I actually have followers! People that look at my posts voluntarily! Wow, that's amazing. Thank you people for keeping up with my vague intermittent posts. As reward you get a real blog post, one with words and little to no pictures (really Chrome, "blog" isn't a word?).

  The girl started day care today so it's been very quiet having no-one here. Quite strange being able to hear myself think for a longer period of time and actually get stuff done (hey, I cleaned a room or two, don't push me!). I have an assignment due tomorrow that I haven't finished. BUT I've done research for it. See? I'm getting better at this university thing. Yay, wildcats!

  Haven't taken too many photos lately for no particular reason. I actually came here to write an anecdote that I've inexplicably forgotten! Don't you hate that? You wander into a room to do something, get distracted and then forget why you ended up there in the first place. I bet I'll wander on out again and remember. Actually, this happens to me several times in real a row. And it's not until what feels like the 50th time I've gone into the room that I remember what I was doing (normally something menial like fix a rug).

  On that note, I'll talk about something that wasn't the something I came here for but too long for twitter (which, for the record, is where most of my random anecdotes end up. You should check it out. It's...sometimes hilarious, mostly whiny. Hmm...maybe you shouldn't. Just pretend I'm a nice, non-whining person that is a nice wholesome home-maker who makes fifty cakes a day. Yeah.).

  So, my children exhibit what I like to call "the tunnel effect". Basically, if you make an arch of some sort with your body (say, you're standing with your legs hip-width apart whilst exercising, or you're sitting on the floor with your feet flat on the ground) my children will want to and eventually will crawl through the impromptu tunnel. Normally this isn't a problem.

  There was this one time I was doing stretches and my daughter was crying and she, instead of coming to be picked up, crawled through my legs instead. Another time, I was doing dinner or something and she saw me from the hall and crawled as fast as she could through my legs in case I decided to move.

  The thing is, it's not just the girl that does it, the boy will do it too. Though, it mostly occurs when the girl is around but even when very upset they'll both still crawl through the tunnel like it's in their kid contracts they signed at birth or something. Sometimes, if there isn't enough room for them, they will force their way through, even if it induces crying, just to make it through. No-one's happy at the end of that.

  I'm starting to wonder if it's a compulsion. Do all children do this? I imagine a lot of children like to do it but it seems like mine go to extreme lengths to make it happen. And it HAS to happen. (Don't mistake this for ACTUAL concern for their psyche, I'm sure it's quite normal. Or rather I hope it is, or it's just one of those strange things that they do as brother and sister. Kind of like how I like to make up operatic songs about their escapades. Which is TOTALLY NORMAL. Okay!?)

  Nope, still have no idea what that anecdote was. I'll probably remember again a few months down the track.

I forgot to post last last Sunday. Oops. Well, here it is!

  Argh! So, this past month has been hard for my boy and he's regressed back in toilet training. I am SO OVER this and kind of want to skip ahead a few years until it's all done. I hope the girl isn't this hard or I think I may well go mad (well, madder. This isn't doing wonders for my sanity, rest assured). He's just damn lucky that he is a relatively good boy or there'd be a perpetual storm cloud over my head.

  I also think that kids at day care are noticing and he is being teased about it - being called "Smelly" or "Yuck" by one kid in particular. Though, I may well be hearing exaggerated circumstances, I think I might have to talk to day care about it. While 4 year olds are very blunt and honest (most of the time), I still think that it should be reinforced that name calling is not okay. Think I may also ask about what is going on there because they are terrible at telling me anything about what happens there without lots of questions from me. Unfortunately, this day care is actually one of the best in the area (and it's still not great), so changing isn't really an option.

  Anyway, went on a random rage tangent there. Apologies for the lack of posting Sunday. I see loyalist hopeful for eye-wonders were left disappointed and I am sorry. The weather hasn't been terrific, so there isn't much on the camera reel today. Even so - onwards McDuff!

The husband always comments on how this looks like some random kid is
putting their hand on his face. In reality, he actually deliberately posed like
this. Maybe it has some emotive meaning to 4 year olds?

I think the boy put this on Yzzy, but it may have been the husband. We're a
Batman household so it's hard to tell. She liked to wear it so she could take
it off. She's like that with hats too. Strange child.
Because eating cheese scones is serious business. Very serious


The girl is shaking her head and it's hilarious. For both of them. The boy gets
caught up in the moment.

Because nothing says end of post like a sniffy-faced baby who's moved her

Wednesday, 10 April 2013

Yay! I'm back!

  I've taken an unscheduled sabbatical from this place to give me time to get my head in the right place. After a near breakdown around exam time (it was bad), I had a long hard think about what I want from my life and I've come out the other side now and have decided properly what I want to dedicate my life to doing **Warning! Impending life story. If you don't care skip ahead =)**.

  Before I had my children I wanted to become a doctor but after being pregnant at 17 I decided it wasn't in my future any more and it took me a few years to come to terms with that an accept it. I no longer feel bitter about having to let the dream go, and it took a while as I'd wanted to be a doctor (and eventually a forensic pathologist) since I was 12 years old!

  So, I blundered into business thinking that it'd be an okay thing to do. I like managing people and the process of delivering excellent service to people however, I've found I just wasn't passionate about it (it being the financial world). Not nearly as passionate as I was about medicine anyway. But now I have a dream and a vision for my future that is well attainable, I think, and I think with a lot of hard work I'll get to where I want to be.

  Now I am finally at peace with the world and I am well looking forward to a little break I plan on taking from study next semester.

  Sometimes I wonder what it might have been like if I didn't have my boy and DID become a doctor. I suspect I'd have decided not to have children as it would have interfered with my career. Crazy, I would have missed out on so much. Poor doctor me, wealthy but no-one to share it with.

  Anyway, that's not why you're here. You're here for photos. And if you're smart you'd have skipped all that up there for the pictures. A couple of things have happened since the last post. We have moved house (just down the road), my girl turned 1, I turned 22, summer ended, the clocks went back an hour, we went on our one and only trip to the beach. Fun stuff. Let's watch!

There was a kite flying event the day we just happen to *breeze* into the beach
(heh, heh, get it? I'm sorry). Anyway, this is, if you are an exceptional squinter,
a rather colourful pirate ship.

The beach from the bench we sat on in front of our car. It was quite cold that
day and we weren't brave (read: stupid) enough to go anywhere near the
water. (This is Otaki beach, by the way. In case you were wondering. You
probably weren't but that's okay. You are now a wiser person. Go you!)

Apparently our boy was brave enough, though. I guess he's going off to hunt
some seagulls with his stick there.

She suits the wind-swept look, don't you think?

Got her present opening face on. Bring on those toys. They shall not know
a greater unwrapping than this!

Daddy prepping her for her big day. It's like she has a valet. Lucky for some...
Also, she should consider a lady's maid as a valet isn't really for women. At all.

She loved the noisy part of this toy. She still does. I'm tempted to hide that
part of it often except it doesn't come off!

Having a tour around the back yard (safety assurance: we were RIGHT THERE
the whole time and close enough to catch her if she fell. We aren't idiots...when
it counts).
  So now you're all caught up. Good for you! Now you can read a book or have a chocolate fish. Speaking of which, Easter happened so I shall leave you with the lovely girl having her first ever chocolate egg.

Yum, chocolate. She first tried to eat it with the wrapper on which reminds me
of this time when my brother tried to eat those chocolate gold coins with the
wrapper on when he was like 4. Poor boy was so confused when we sympath-
etically laughed at him. Ah, weren't we kind to him?

Tuesday, 5 February 2013

Photo for the interim

  UPDATE: It's occurred to me that I haven't actually TOLD you where we went. We went away to a farm for the husband's work-do thing. Some of his colleagues brought their children, though they were quite a bit older than our littlies.

  It's funny, I seem to find so much prestige in photos that have a photographer's name tagged to it. I suppose it's sort of like signing a piece of artwork; the finishing touch that says "Yep, I'm done. This is my best."

  I was just looking at the professional studio photos we had done when the boy was little and they're not really anything special. They just had lights rigged and a plain white background, but they really lack personality. I suppose that's what you get when you go to a company rather than a freelancer who has the opportunity to sort of get to know the subjects and capture all that they are in that single moment.

  I want something different for my girl, but we are fast running out of time to find a photographer so our home jobbies will have to suffice. Perhaps this year we can have a professional shoot for her (read: someone who knows what they're doing and not brandying a camera about like a crazy person AKA someone who's not me), with the boy in as well. After all, this is a big year for them - the girl turns 1 and the boy turns 5, so I think it should be well noted.

  Anyway, just throwing that out onto the interwebs. At that I will add a few photos I took the weekend just gone.
Ah, a little baby in a perfect white-picket world.

Staring wistfully outside.

Maybe daddy's hat fits better.
He was trying to hide from the camera but I got him. Mummy: 1 Boy: 0.
On the tyre swing outside. Incidentally, all the children loved that thing.


One of those mozzie fire-buring things.
The view just around from where we stayed. This picture does not convey
how freaking hot it was. May be closer to God, but it felt closer to Hell.

And some preparatory shots. Like they say, never work with animals or children.
Defiantly crushing my poor hat.

Daddy intervening with a firm "Don't take the hat off, sweetie." She has a real
"Yeah, right." look on her face there.

Overseeing the tent collapsing operations outside.

  We had a fantastic time away and I forgot to bring the camera when we went for walks which was sort of annoying as there were some breath-taking views and once-in-a-lifetime photo opportunities. Still, I'm happy with what we ended up with here.

P.S. I probably won't update again for another few weeks as I have exams next week and I really should be studying for them. So, see ya then ;).

Sunday, 27 January 2013

So...busy. So much study.

  So sorry, I've been MIA for a few weeks. Don't worry, I'm still alive I'm just swamped in study at the moment. I will update after exams, maybe sooner.
  Next weekend we'll be going away so I may update some photos then. In the meantime, appreciate this photo and I promise I'll be back a-posting irregularly soon.

Thanks for stopping by! We'll be back soon =)

Friday, 11 January 2013

It's a Sun(ny)day!

  I've just realised I've forgotten to put some photos up. While I could pass on my excuses of having assignment due and fitting in exercising, I just clean forgot. Sorry.

  On Sunday we went to Wellington as the boy was going with the husband's mother (mother in-law for you quick people) to the airport to take a wee trip. Just a domestic flight, mind. He was super excited and he got home yesterday. From what I've heard he had heaps of fun with cousins down there and I am yet to receive a full report.

  Of course, no trip to Wellington would be complete without going to the shops and seeing a few sights. While we were there we went to see the Game Masters exhibition at Te Papa. Basically an exhibition about the history of gaming with a variety of 120 different playable games. There were a few games I hadn't played since I was a child and there was a notable absence of shooters (made especially so when they had merchandise for a shooter that wasn't in the exhibit). Also, I kicked the husbands butt at Sonic the Hedgehog. That's a bit of a sore spot, don't mention it to him.

  I didn't take that many photos, though, so you'll have to placate yourself with the extinct animals and a picture of little miss at lunch time at the Te Papa cafĂ©. Whilst entry to the museum is free, the price of food and parking sure makes up for it. Yesh. Still, if you find yourself in Wellington, I recommend going to Te Papa at any time of year.

The girl staring at a waitress. She wasn't so much hostile as curious (the baby
not the waitress. The waitress was very nice given that a baby was staring her

The husband gawking at some rather large, now extinct native birds.
His words? "See? Moa are totally ride-able."

Dinosaur. Not native to New Zealand but very cool nonetheless.
  I'd have taken photos in the exhibition but I'm pretty sure that's not allowed (judging by all the crossed out camera signs everywhere. Not that that stopped some people).
  And since, I feel you deserve a reward for waiting so long I'll put up my Stickygram a day photos here too. If you want to follow me on Instagram or check out my most recent photos clicky click here.

From January the 1st to the 11th

                                                        1 - New Year's Resolution. To study more. For the record, it's
                                                       going okay.

3 - My home. See the discrepancy in counting? It's because
the sunrise/sunset photo is not on my phone so you'll have
to go to my Instagram to see that one. Muahahaha.
4 - Travel. D-man all tuckered out after a wee bit of travelling.
He slept a good hour in the car after we got home. Don't
worry, the windows were down.

5 - My friends. Seeing as I don't see people often I picked my
Xbox controller as a friend to take a photo of. No! It's not sad.
My controller never lets me down...
6 - Animals. We don't have pets and I don't think children
really counted in this category so I decided on extinct animals

7 - Me. Well, clearly this is me with my sassy look on. I
don't look impressed with this image taking business.
Isn't that how you're supposed to do selfies? Also, apologies
for the lack of duck-face in this photo.
8 - Family. My little family looking impressed.They do this
all the time. The husband looking regal and the kidlets just
tolerating. If there's one thing they'll learn it's certainly

9 - At work. Again, I don't work at the moment, so I had to come
up with some. I'm drawing trees for the husbands's painting.
Which I was supposed to paint... 5 years ago. Oops.
10 - My Style. My wedding dress being restyled to be more
wearable. My waist isn't that small, rest assured, and it
needs more work. Hmm...maybe THIS should have been my
work photo.

11 - What's in my bag. Why, a little baby of course.