Thursday, 30 July 2009
Tuesday, 28 July 2009
- The behaviour chart is working great. Well, when I say that, I mean that Sweeney's motivated by the idea of a sticker turning up at the end of a bit of tooth brushing or toy tidying. I put a wild card task on the chart - to leave preschool nicely each afternoon - and tonight, when it looked like he was going to melt down and exit the building kicking every bit of the walls he could reach, I reminded him of the sticker waiting for him at home. Calm prevailed. How does this sit with the idea that we don't bribe our kids to behave well? I'm hoping that eventually the memory of those happy days peeling stickers and putting them onto his chart will be all the incentive he needs to get him to wash his face and brush his teeth. My own face and teeth have never had so much regular attention, to be sure;
- Tomorrow is Pirate and Princess Day at preschool. Sweeney's pretty excited about it. His outfit is genius, if I do say so myself. Possibly not how real pirates have ever looked ... ;
- We've got a fresh houseguest this week - Kimberley's sleeping here for a couple of nights. Sweeney's perplexed - she came over after he'd gone to bed last night, and left before he woke up this morning, so I don't think he really believes that she was here;
- I went retail-nuts yesterday and bought Sweeney a duvet and pillows, to fill the beautiful duvet cover and pillowcase the W-Ds gave him for his birthday. For a month now, I've seen it every day and thought the pattern was of vintage cars, but no, it turns out it's jeeps. Jeeps!! Jeeps from every angle - top, bottom, cross-sections, the whole bit - and a few spark plugs and come cogs and gears and what-have-you. Sweeney loves his Thomas blanket, but he luurrves his Jeep duvet;
- We had Loafapolooza at the M-N's last night. Chicken loaf - yum - followed by banana and berry loaf - superyum. Sweeney came out with some spoons for our dessert, and when I asked him who the extra one was for, he said "that's for my dad" and all the air left the room for a second or two. Then he and Bela resumed running through the house making animal noises;
- We had spaghetti bolognese for dinner tonight. A lovely woman gave me a bag of kiwifruit yesterday, and Sweeney and I ate lots afterwards. Felt nice to sit at the "big table" and eat and chat together, and not have to do a single Encourage to get him to pile through his food. I tried to explain to Sweeney that too many kiwifruit might make his poohs hurt through runniness etc. He said to me "Mum, my poohs don't hurt. They just smell" and he popped another spoonful into his mouth.
Sunday, 26 July 2009
- I felt my knitting mojo returning. Yesterday, Sweeney wore the jersey Kimberley made for him before he was born. It has brown, red and purple stripes. Terrific. I've got to learn how to knit on circular needles and finish off the spectacular red and brown hoodie I started making for him about 200 years ago; and
- I dipped into Growing Great Boys, for a bit of a refresher on a few things. I'm still feeling a bit other-worldly, preoccupied with my own thoughts, and think those behaviour reward charts might be one way to keep Sweeney's teeth brushed and face washed.
Wednesday, 22 July 2009
Monday, 20 July 2009
Sunday, 19 July 2009
In other news from the weekend:
- I totally went for it and made English-style roast chicken with all the trimmings, from How to Eat. KimberleyJoeHarper came over for dinner and we all pronounced it alllll riiiiiight. Even the children wound each other up by snaffling bits of each other's dinner from their bowls;
- I totally went for it and stewed apples to make fruit rice custard for dessert, but I forgot about it, and in any case the spuds wouldn't brown and dinner was way later than it should've been. So they're baking now and we'll have them tomorrow;
- Sweeney implored his Grandad to play cars with him almost every second he was awake. His Grandad took him for walks, read him stories, fixed some toys and investigated some weird rear wheel action on his trike. And played cars, of course; and
- I totally went for it some more and cleaned our downstairs - kitchen, living room, sunroom and the stairs. No big deal, you say. Anyone who knows me knows that this is a big deal. Unfortunately, running two small boys over the area a few hours later returned it to its pre-totally-going-for-it state.
Friday, 17 July 2009
- I've spent time with lots of great people, some of whom I haven't seen in ages;
- a bunch of us have put a lot of effort into looking on the bright side of life ... and, ahem, death;
- Sweeney's grown another centimetre;
- Dad made me two bacon sandwiches today;
- Mum made me a bread and butter pudding on Wednesday;
- Sweeney says "okay, Mum" sometimes when I ask him to do something;
- I've lost 2kg;
- Sweeney's first ever child care person, Sue, came to the funeral. We haven't seen her since March last year;
- I made it through a death-defying hangover yesterday without taking a nap or biting anyone's head off;
- Sweeney and I have both shaken off our colds;
- I had some delicious drinks with Liisa last Friday night at a variety of delightful bars;
- the cat's decided to sleep somewhere other than with me. Brilliant - she's a real bully and pushes me out from underneath the duvet.;
- I got to see an episode of 30 Rock this week;
- Sweeney got to spend time with his Nana, Grandad, his Aunty Catherine and his cousins Katie and Philip;
- Sweeney got to spend time with a gazillion people who told him how much he looks like his dad;
- I've got a new respect for hospices;
- Father Anthony told me that he rates Martin's odds of getting to heaven are running at 100%; and
- today it was intermittently sunny. On Monday it's supposed to be totally sunny.
Thursday, 16 July 2009
- The sitting room at Wesley Road being converted to a scene from Hansel and Gretel - so many sweet things - without the witch-related yukkiness;
- The living room at Wesley Road being converted to a child care facility with Kimberley in the centre, covered in other people's children;
- The band playing Martin's music in the back yard, but without Martin doing the singing;
- Meeting people I'd never known from Martin's previous lives, and his most recent one;
- Meeting people I've known from Martin's previous lives;
- Meeting up with people who're constants in my life, but I didn't expect them to come to the funeral;
- Martin's dad talking about him at the mass - not hiding the tough bits, emphasising the wonderful bits;
- Withstanding a number of assaults on my parenting, or lack of it, after a number of drinks - people teasing me about my son's smelly bottom, and later, about my son's bare bottom. I'll never know why he took his pants off and ran through the house;
- Martin's oldest friends and brothers carrying him from the church and then from the hearse, and lowering him into his grave;
- Martin's male friends and family members filling in his grave. It's an Irish thing. Very emotional. Sweeney tried to wield a shovel, which would've made good theatre, but he made do with emptying a trowel full of dirt;
- Feeling like I've stored enough hugs and cuddles to last me until the middle of 2015 at least;
- Sweeney asking for more time with his cousins, Katie and Philip;
- Finding that it didn't take much asking to get Travis to take his shirt off to show the kids his tattoos;
- The photomontage Catherine, Katie and Philip put together - photos of Martin from babyhood right up until just a few months ago. A great jumping-off point for people to share stories and memories;
- Standing at the graveside, listening to Sweeney and Bela do a call and response over the crowd - "I want to see Bela", "I want to see Sweeney"
Thursday, 9 July 2009
Wednesday, 8 July 2009
Not exactly hilarious, I know, but much more fun than the last few days. Thanks to everyone who's sent kia kaha-type comments and emails and phone calls!! I can feel chirp levels rising ... oh, and the photo is of Sweeney at home tonight, just before bed, saying Cheese!!!
Tuesday, 7 July 2009
Sunday, 5 July 2009
Yesterday Sweeney and I visited the hospital and the ambulance arrived to transfer Martin to the hospice soon after we arrived. We saw him and his dad to the ambulance, then home for dinner and a long session of playing with the remote-controlled battery-operated crane. I don't entirely get how someone can enjoy a thing that turns around in a circle quite so much, but Sweeney loves it so.
Ooh, and I won speckledegg's giveaway - a Temari Ball. Hurrah!! Something pink with flowery things on is just the ticket, right now. Thanks, Lucy!!