began 15 years ago today at 5am in the morning. An easy uneventful labour that resulted in a 9lb 2oz baby girl. All the drama began before we left the house. I stood on the front verandah at 1am and flat out refused to get into this old heap of rubbish car we had at the time. No way was I going to the hospital in it. So we had a bit of a fight about it until Cheryl came out and said – Stop fighting and get to the hospital. So we went in the work truck. When we got there we’d forgotten the card with all the details from the prenatal classes so darren had to go home and get it. Then I couldn’t get any pethidine as I think the nurses were too scared to wake the doctor up to ask him. They finally did at 4.30am and of course she was born half an hour later so all it really did was make me zonked out for the rest of the day. The nurses had the room all dark and relaxing and the doctor stormed in with bed hair and shoelaces undone and yelled out – will someone turn on the bloody light! Anyway Matilda was a bloody brat in hospital. Wouldn’t stop crying – almost drove us all insane. The nurses said she was hungry because she was so big and couldn’t wait for the milk to turn up. Of course the doctor had said she wasn’t allowed to have formula while she was waiting and the old sister said it was alright for him home in bed, not here with her working herself into a state. (Matilda that is was in a state, not the sister, although I’m pretty sure she just about was as well). She ended up giving her bottles of water – poor starving thing. But we survived and made it home where I only knocked her out of the bassinet once (it had funny wheels and I was pushing it and they kind of caught and over it went). But I had her tucked in tightly so she kinda stayed intact. Poor old third child – you’re much more reckless with them. When Jessie was born we were scared to put one of those little bonds suits on her as we thought we’d break her leg trying to get her into it. We had an elaborate bathing routine that involved warm rooms and fluffy towels whereas matilda’s just involved throwing her in with whoever was in the bath at the time then lying her on the bathroom floor to get dry. But she survived. Poor child, look, we couldn’t even be bothered putting her legs in the bouncer properly.
sin city rain August 23, 2007
sorry, couldn’t think of a more interesting title. Anyway, I saw this challenge to do your take on the sin city effect. Which is basically the rain. Which is a bit tricky. I checked out a few tutorials and found http://photoshoptutorials.ws/photoshop-tutorials/photo-effects/rain.html to be the best. So here’s my take on it. I’d like to thank matilda for being my model again and jessie for taking snaps. I’d also like to point out that I don’t make them eat peas every day.
you can’t run under a sprinkler anymore August 13, 2007
Not where we live anyway. Droughts and level 4 water restrictions put an end to that sort of fun. But we used to do it a lot as kids. I think we had a bore or dam the water came from so we weren’t just there wasting resources. We can barely run the hose at all anymore, let alone use a sprinkler. It works on an odds and evens basis. So even house numbers can use hand held hose for 1 hour at night on even dates. No car washing at all (which I don’t believe in anyway). Lucky we had the flood recently – in some ways of course.
Here are my sisters and brother many many years ago looking like they’re in for a good dose of sunburn. This shall count as my elsie challenge – make it mega. And I thought I had. Made the lettering mega but now I look at it, it’s not really. But thats because I love the photo so much and kept making it larger.
credits to scrapgirls rust paper template, flyguydesigns.com for the absolute best brushes out there and daughter jessie for her cute little rabbit drawing.
my parents on the other hand August 12, 2007
are quite strange people. It’s like they had children then didn’t quite know what to do with them – well, I know how that feels. I do sometimes find myself looking at my kids and thinking that I must really be a grown up now. And thats a bit disappointing.
The lovely blue flowers here were drawn by daughter jessie. I now have her locked in her bedroom drawing things for me to use.
off to never never land June 15, 2007
I often wake up through the night not knowing where I am. My heart will be pumping, I’ll be sitting up and I won’t have a clue where I am. And I have to think really hard about it, to get it together. But a few nights ago I had a different experience. I woke up – same sort of thing, heart beating, sitting up, but I knew where I was – but I didn’t know who my mother was. I didn’t know where she lived, even if she was still alive. I didn’t know her name or what she looked like. What I was most worried about was – if she was meant to be living with me, had I lost her. I really had to think hard for a minute to remember who/where she was. Was a bit freaky.
typical of family really isn’t it… May 25, 2007
you don’t want to talk to them for months on end and then when you really need to ask them something, they’re off in the provinces of china, squatting over holes to wee and eating pigs intestine. Thats where my sister is anyway. And I hope she’s taking lots of photos I can steal to use for money making purposes. Here’s a bit of her first email. Greetings from China No: 1
Wow!! And Wow!! What a place this is
If you have any qualms or worries about how you look or are self conscious about any mannerisms you have, then China is NOT the place for you. People just openly stare and point (and sometimes giggle) at you!!
It’s a good idea to build up your thigh muscles before you come – although China is nudging its way forward there are still a LOT of “eastern” toilets some more high tech than others; ranging from tin “holes” to ceramic “bowls”complete with raised platforms to plant your feet on.
Jianghui picked the dishes for dinner – I was pleased to see that he stayed away from pigeon and pig’s tongue that first night. But we did get the pig’s tongue the next night in Nanjing! And you haven’t lived until you have tried Pickled Duck Eggs!!! (nasty!!)! And there was something squigly pink in a
broth which he said was “traditional” that I just couldn’t bring myself to even try.
I was so thrilled to see toast available for breakfast this morning alongside the conchi! I don’t think I have ever enjoyed toast with strawberry jam so much!!They do not make good coffee though!!! It seems to be Nescafe instant! (Panthergirl would just like to butt in here and note that she actually loves her instant nescafe!!) At dinner last night 4 people drank yogurt in copious quantity. I have hardly had any wine here as it is pretty awful. There is only Chinese wine in the restaurants – Dynasty is one label and The Great Wall is another (that’s imaginative!!).
Tonight we thought “NO chinese food” for dinner We found “The Cheese Pub” …… slightly misnamed – its main attraction was pizza though it did have lamb curry, pork chops and some fish dishes; but no bar. No-one spoke english though the menu had english descriptions as well as a photo of each dish. I ordered a fruit pizza and Paul wanted to make his own with Pepperoni, onion & mushroom. The girl came back twice to confirm what he wanted and then brought over another girl to go through it again AND then a guy! He was not confident of getting his pizza with what he wanted. Well …. guess what?? Neither of us got what we wanted …… the fruit pizza came with pepperoni,
onion and mushroom as well!!! No wonder they were checking!!!! Funnily it didn’t taste that bad!!!!
Panthergirl would also like to note that fruit pizza doesn’t sound like a meal.
Kimba – the cranky bitch May 19, 2007
Oh hang on, that was Kimba the white lion wasn’t it? One of my favourite shows. So, Kimba, 19 today. As they say, it seems like only yesterday. I went for my weekly visit to the doc and he said he was going to do an internal examination. Oh, great, because thats always fun isn’t it. So he popped on the gloves and I jumped on the table and he went about his business and all of a sudden there was this pressure release and a great flood of water. And the doctor goes “whoops”. And I’m like waddaya mean “oops”? And he says – you’re going to have a baby tomorrow. So we rock up to the hospital 9am the next day for an induction, which turned out to be no tea party. After a couple of hours I said to the nurse – I don’t think I want to do this any more. And she said it was a bit late for that. Turned out Kimba was facing the wrong way so we were spine to spine which really HURT. So I grabbed onto someone and said – bring on the epidural. Bliss. I lay there and the nurse watched the moniter and occasionally said – that was a big contraction and I said – oh yeah, didn’t feel a thing. Then they said – time to push – so push I did and there she was. 4pm. While I was laying there waiting for them to wipe her off, the kitchen lady kindly brought me in a plate of lamb chops and veg which no doubt they thought I’d be in desperate need of. I did look at them and think about it, but, nah, just wasn’t right. So we were packed off to our room where many photos were taken – you know with her being the first grandchild on daz’s side. And I was wearing this most interesting nightie that my mother in law had brought for me. It was bright orange. It was very short. It was satin. It had no button openings for breastfeeding. It was bizzare. Ah, good times. I remember them so clearly. can’t believe it was 19 years ago. I remember we used to laugh and say that Kimba would be 18 the same year daz was 40. And thats been and gone. jesus. Happy B’day Jessie.