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This kind of stuff really interests me, I guess since the time of my study of Linguistics at Uni. Isn’t our brain amazing that we don’t have to see the whole word or hear the whole converstion, to pick up the gist of what is being said. I would always say to my hearing aid oldies “you don’t have to hear everything, just the key words” and then they would be able to keep up with the conversation. Speaking of hearing aid oldies, it is my Nanna’s birthday today, and if she were alive she would have been 83. I wish she were here, she’d have such fun with the kids. Better get back to work!!
PS I have my mojo back again. The flu is subsiding and apart from blocked ears and a stuffed up nose, I am on the road to recovery!
The flu has hit me for the second time in 4 weeks and I was down for the count yesterday. DH stayed home to mind the kids and I slept the whole day. I must have needed it. Kids are all out today, so I’m heading back to bed in a minute for an afternoon nap, having only recently gotten up from the morning one!
We are trying to stop Meg from sucking her thumb (and in the process save ourselves from thousands of dollars in orthodontic treaments in years to come), and last night she lay in bed with her arms straight by her side chanting “No f*cking fums, no f*cking fums”. Maybe she needs speech therapy instead!
Phew, just spent 2 hours at KidCity for Holly’s friend Lachlan’s 5th Birthday. What mayhem there is there. 500 kids all sweaty and hot, going nuts on slides, and jumping castles, climbing equimpent and pits of balls. They loved it! I don’t remember places like that when I was a kid, but I am glad for them now, because I have 3 girls, plum tuckered out, and sound asleep.
Ahhh, the serenity!
I just found this fun quiz. Check out what kind of scrapbooking item you are.
I am glue!
You are the adhesive that keeps things together. You go through life helping others. You stick to people and try to keep people together. You like it best when you are surrounded by people and able to help them. But Glue Beware – in your efforts to keep everyone together and with you, you sometimes overlook yourself and find it hard to keep yourself together. Don’t neglect personal time in your overwhelming need to socialize and help others.
Far out, that is spot on. How cool is that!!
At the moment I have a scrapping dilemma in that I have all these great ideas, but the photos are not printed and the order of supplies has not arrived from the online store. With nothing much on TV and a whole evening and weekend looming ahead of me, I am getting desperate to do a layout!
I had better get out one of my favourite books and start reading to keep me occupied.
Picture this – Preschool photo day and I have just enough energy to brush Holly’s hair, wipe the breakfast from her face and plonk her into some mostly matching clothes. We then turn up at preschool and I can barely see past the tizzed up hair, pink shiny ribbons and party dresses with lace over the top, not to mention the frilly socks. OMG it was like a fashion parade. I don’t think Holly took much notice, thank goodness, but I felt the pressure and it was awkward to be there.
If this is what it is like the kids are 5 I shudder to think what it is going to be like in 10 years time. I am so looking forward to school next year and UNIFORMS!!
Last night I was listening to a CD that my mum had made. Her father, my grandfather (or Pa as he was called) recorded himslef talking and a selection of his (and our) favourite records from the 60′ and 70’s. As i listened to the first of the 11 CD’s, and heard his voice it was such a blast form the past and I got all goose-bumpy and nostalgic. I couldn’t believe how many of the words of the songs I could remember. Holly was with me and aghast that I kept saying “wow, that is my Pa, not your Pa, but mine”. How can she fathom the meaning of this? The importance of hearing a long lost voice, someone she has never known (he died in 1986). At one stage I could hear Nanna banging away in the kitchen, like she was doing the dishes, and it took me back to their old house, and I could imagine exactly the way things would have been at that moment in time. I then wondered if he thought that we would be listening to these tapes 25 years later, me with my own children in a house that he never knew existed, and probaby didn’t exist way back then.
Can’t wait to listen to the rest of the CD’s and see what memories they provoke.
I woke up this morning resolving to be nicer to the kids and to not eat junk. I have failed on all accounts so far!
Why is it that I have this image that all other Mums I know are patient and gentle and sit and play with their kids all day long (reading them books and doing brilliantly fun activities) while I just want to be able to sit at the computer for 5 mins and pay a bill, or check an email, but I get constantly interuptted?? It seems that my fuse is getting shorter and I have less and less patience with things bothering me. I am terribly jaded.
And after my week away (where we ate lots of chocolate and sausages, not together mind you) I was determined to get back to eating better and power walking each morning with Dash. I did go out this monring but it was more of a stroll than anything too heart pumping. I am still feeling the effects of the flu, so that is my escuse for everything to date!
I just put up a layout that I did while on holidays. This is one of Jess and I, and I used lots of wrapping and ribbons that Holly pinched for me from James and Sascha’s engagement party a few weeks ago.
Check it our here.