Anyhoo, to mark my mum's milestone of 50 days without smoking, Sweeney and I knocked up a batch of Anzacs for her. No significance really, except that Mum has a great fondness for food in biscuit form, and I think she deserves a sugary, buttery treat. And it's nice to do something nice for your mum, right??
Thursday, 26 February 2009
Taking Flight
Anyhoo, to mark my mum's milestone of 50 days without smoking, Sweeney and I knocked up a batch of Anzacs for her. No significance really, except that Mum has a great fondness for food in biscuit form, and I think she deserves a sugary, buttery treat. And it's nice to do something nice for your mum, right??
Wednesday, 25 February 2009
Le Semaine That Was ...
- found this website, via Supervery, that's got me up to speed about the internet and copyright and personal freedoms and whatnot;
- tried making Donna Hay's banana cake and it turned out weird, not cakey, but still delicious;
- tried making Nigella's onion mush and it turned out amazing;
- managed to knock up a delicious Nigella-type dinner for Dad's last night - steak Mirabeau, gratin potatoes and chocolate peach pudding;
- Martin got his personal health WOF and was released from hospital;
- Adam popped in for a visit on his way to see Martin. From Sydney. For one day. Kind of impressive;
- Harper ditched his olds and came over for a visit with the cool gang;
- Sweeney and I went out to see Sweeney's great-grandmother - Granny - in Alicetown. His Auntie Anne and Uncle Brendan are over from Sydney also. Brendan won him over in about half a second with a set of five Hot Wheels and a Lego concrete mixer that they assembled together;
- Dad and I spent a happy hour or so at Pick A Part at Naenae - dead car heaven;
- our friend Louis had his tenth birthday;
- Harper and Sweeney dragged their mums and grandad to the Ribble Street Races, to eat sausages in bread and watch kids of all ages go vrrroom;
- we went to our street party, where someone cooked our sausages perfectly, and Sweeney took off with neighbourhood boys for hijinx, possibly involving Johan's guinea pig;
- finished the kimono jacket for the newish poppet at No.8. Just working up the stones to walk over the road and give it to his parents, and somehow not appear like a weirdo who knits unsolicited kimonos. Hmm, tough sell, that one ... ;
- lost my camera, called a million places to see if I'd left it there, then found it in a dark corner of my bag. In my defence, it's a big, dark bag;
- got word that my mum's notched up 50 days without smoking. Good work, Mum!! Good work, Nana!!;
- found some beautiful old photos of my parents, grandparents and sister, in a box in the front room;
- Sweeney brought home a truly splendid collage he'd made at preschool, using a beautiful sea-green colour as a theme. It's on the wall where I see it a million times a day. Such a great colour makes me feel good.
I think that brings us up to date. Except that I've mislaid my camera again ...
Tuesday, 24 February 2009
Bon Voyage, Grandad
- hung things on walls around the house;
- erected and filled the paddling pool;
- deflated and emptied the paddling pool;
- sorted out Sweeney's trike, the stroller tyres and the coffee table;
- assisted with the removal of more than two carloads of stuff to the landfill and the landfill shop;
- helped me break down Sweeney's cot and assemble his bed and set up his room;
- gave Sweeney lots of baths and got him into his pyjamas lots of times;
- took Sweeney for lots of walks to the dairy;
- drank countless cups of tea and made me countless cups of coffee;
- cooked bacon and eggs and toast and beans for our dinner on more than one occasion;
- made shepherds pie for us to take to KimberleyHarperJoe's for dinner;
- did our dishes lots, and put out washing;
- babysat Sweeney so I could drink myself stupid on plum wine on my birthday;
- talked quietly to me, and encouraged Sweeney to do the same, on the morning after my birthday;
- helped me and Sweeney keep Harper from killing himself in all the ways a one-year-old can kill themselves in a house with stairs, power sockets, screwdrivers and poisons that is now geared toward a nearly-three-year-old;
- bought Sweeney an ice block, hot chips and one of those inflatable hammers at the Island Bay festival, then bought him a sausage in bread at the Ribble Street Trolley Races the following week;
- made several attempts at explaining other people's points of view to Sweeney and gave Sweeney cuddles when Sweeney was past reason and just needed a cuddle;
- spent an entire day tracking down just the right hinge-thing for Harper's box, two days waiting for it to arrive, then an hour installing it;
- babysat Harper so Sweeney and I could go to the Moir St party, on Sunday when Harper was with us for the afternoon;
- introduced Sweeney to Tom & Jerry cartoons;
- told me and Sweeney some lovely stories about himself as a little boy; and
- stopped me freaking out when Sweeney jumped on his bed and banged his head into the wall so hard it made a dent. In the wall. In the morning, his forehead didn't even show a bruise or an egg. By contrast, Harper tapped his noggin on a cupboard next to a series of pillows and squabs set up for him, and he had a proper, throbbing welt in about 0.3 seconds. Just as his mother pulled up outside.
He also plugged away at me to clear out the front room, which has been a storeroom and general no-go area since September. It's a job only I can do, lots of decisions about what to keep, what to throw out. A bit more emotional than I'd expected, lots of notes, photos, letters, memorabilia, so in true Ange-fashion, I spent a lot of time rearranging the kitchen, baking, mucking about anywhere but in the front room. But I attacked it with renewed gusto yesterday, and it's nearly there.
Sorry for going on, but it's been special and nice and we'll miss him. There have been lots of wonderful other things happening for us over the last week, but I'll catch up on those tomorrow ...
Wednesday, 18 February 2009
Haitch's Box
Anyway, the box is assembled and now we just have to make a few adjustments to it, so that it doesn't actually kill Harper. So Dad and I went to a few hardware mega-outlets today and got wildly different advice as to how to provide a mechanism to avoid the heavy lid ever falling heavily and squashing his lovely fingers and/or head. We went to a car dismantlers out at Naenae, where you pay admission and get your hand stamped - when I saw Martin at the hospital, he asked what band I'd been to see - and you take your own tools in and remove the parts yourself. Dad had an idea that the bits that make your hatchback rook go up and down smoothly would maybe do the trick. A chap in a forklift truck whizzed up and down the lanes between the lines of cars, dropping off fresh carcasses and picking up used-up ones to drop off with the ... I don't know what it's called, but it was certainly amazing enough that I stood at the gate for ages and just watched it dismember cars and dispatch them to the compactor.
Monday, 16 February 2009
Hostipapable III
- Grandad O'Neill's birthday. Sweeney did a drawing for him and we met up with the O'Neills et al at a bar in Thorndon for a few drinks in the hot sun;
- the Island Bay festival. Sweeney had a ride on a merry-go-round, ate hot chips and went down the enormous slide at Shorland Park. He watched a man fashion elaborate fairy wands and poodles out of balloons, and played in the sand behind the roti stall on The Esplanade. He resolutely ignored the storytelling, but he stopped in his tracks and stared in rapture when someone started playing an accordion in the band rotunda. But all this was nothing when his Grandad bought him an inflatable hammer and he banged it on the ground with every step from that moment until we got back to the car.
- caught up all too briefly with the McMillan/Nairns. The festival was great, but there were too many interesting things to see for both Bela and Sweeney, and trying to co-ordinate two toddlers with strong opinions within an hour of nap time is beyond reason.
Saturday, 14 February 2009
Bubbleque
Friday, 13 February 2009
Summer??
- he didn't fall out;
- there's plenty of room for both him and the cat;
- he only got up once, and that was to collect some toys and take them back to bed with him;
- he really enjoyed his first experience of breakfast in bed.
Thursday, 12 February 2009
Big Strong Boy
- make keeping healthy a priority - I take my multivitamin, I drink my flaxseed oil, I eat my wholegrain toast. I'm terrified of getting collywobbles from bad mayo ever again, so food hygiene practices are hospital-worthy. Need to exercise more, something more than walking Sweeney to and from preschool each day. Can report that I've been migraine-free since before Christmas;
- make keeping chirpy a priority - like I say, it's been easier than it has been for a long time to focus on happy, positive things this year, despite a few clouds in my sky. I put a lot of this down to the fact that I've been more motivated about contacting family and friends on a regular basis, not the usual intermittent way I usually do things;
- eat healthily as much as possible - keeping the child healthy and gorgeous is an amazing incentive, so for the most part, this has been going okay and is easier than ever before. However, I have to admit to eating an enormous number of biscuits over Birthday Week. And today I had a magnificent berry cream meringue roulade that I can't bring myself to regret;
- feed the cat daily - between Sweeney's and my efforts, Pippi's reporting the service around here is above reproach; and
- have people over more often - we've been playing host to family for Birthday Week, and that's been good fun. Dad's staying at the moment, and is encouraging me to just keep grinding away at the de-cluttering that needs to be done. I'm actually looking forward to getting into more of it tomorrow.
Wednesday, 11 February 2009
Hostipapable II
Tuesday, 10 February 2009
Sayonara, Nana
Monday, 9 February 2009
Next to the Wood
She really fancies salmon, and I have some in my special stash that I really want to use to make something special for her on this trip. Watch this space to see if I get there, or if we all end up with cheese on toast ...