Tuesday, 29 June 2010
I did consider creating a "birth plate" with baby's name and date of birth around the rim, but since either of those could change at a moment's notice, it didn't seem a sensible thing to do. (In fact, Jumps has recently come up with a new name -- one which I'd never considered ("Wesley" was the front runner, and might still win out ). But I'm not allowed to tell!
So instead I chose to paint a nice big butter dish -- which is just what I need since I broke my last one. I chose yellows, blues and greens -- just right for the cottagey kitchen at the farm. Painting was so pleasant and peaceful and engrossing -- we spent almost two hours there, and enjoyed chatting and being creative.
I can't wait to see the fired result -- the colours will change significantly upon baking. Richard will pick up the finished products on the weekend, and I hope to use my new butter dish for years to come!
PS Re baby news: steroids have been cancelled (which I'm very relieved about), so I'm 'on holiday' until the caesar on Monday morning. My endo is back and has sent a detailed birth plan -- I now know exactly how much medication to administer and when (it becomes quite complicated because of the hormonal changes), and the good news is that I can use my insulin pump throughout the procedure, so might not need a drip at all if I'm lucky.
Sunday, 27 June 2010
In an effort to give Jumps some time to himself, little boy and I had breakfast out (croissants for both of us), went to the chocolate cafe for morning tea, spent time in the park, and made Lego together. I have missed them both!
When walking home from the park the other day, Boo and I were discussing how good Jumps is to us.
"Yes", said Boo, in response to a comment I made about how Jumps looks after his family. "Daddy is made of all heart".
What a lovely description of his father!
1 T olive oil
3 slices bacon, chopped
2 onions, finely chopped
1/2 red cabbage, sliced
2 beetroot bulbs, peeled and chopped finely
1 apple, peeled, cored and finely chopped
2 T cider vinegar
2 T brown sugar
4 Juniper berries, crushed
1/4 t grated nutmeg
5 c vegetable stock
salt and pepper
- Gently cook bacon and onions in olive oil until soft.
- Add all other ingredients, bring to the boil, then reduce to a simmer and cook until ingredients are soft.
- Serve with crusty bread and butter.
Wednesday, 23 June 2010
Monday, 21 June 2010
"What do you plan to do with all your money?" I asked him.
"I'll spend a little bit on sweets" he said. "And then I'll save up and when you come home with the baby I think I'd like to take the whole family out to dinner at Shelly's."
Darling, generous creature! Such a little "man" already.
Now Boo's determined to pay for desserts, too.
To that end, he asked Granny and Papa if he could collect sticks for the fire and sell the wood to them, or do any other odd jobs.
He also checked the sofa cushions again. He knows the coins drop out of Papa's pockets into the sofa so, finding little, he winningly asked Papa "Wouldn't you like to sit down on the comfy sofa, Papa? And just wiggle about a bit there, too?"
Sunday, 20 June 2010
I had hoped to stay home for another week, but at my appointment last week it became clear that there might be possible complications due to Alphonse's ever-increasing size, and it's important to be close to the big-city hospital incase of anything unexpected.
I've been booked for an elective caesarian on 5 July, and will need to be admitted for steroid treatment on the 1st (although dates might well be brought forward if necessary).
I will miss small boy terribly, but am so lucky as I know that he will have a happy time and be well cared for by the collective efforts of Jumps, Mum and Dad, and Grandma. In fact, in many ways the time will be rather a lovely, relaxing holiday for me! Today, for instance, I slept late, wandered down to the shops to buy delicious bits and pieces for lunch, read Terry Pratchett in bed, had an afternoon nap, then enjoyed Thai takeaway for dinner!
During the magic show Boo was chosen as an assistant. He wore an umbrella hat, and was surprised when the magician's bucket of water instead turned out to be full of plastic snakes.
He had a marvellous night, but I don't think we have a "party animal" on our hands -- let's hope that lasts into the teenage years!
Wednesday, 16 June 2010
There isn't really a recipe -- just 100g hard (breadmaking) flour to each large egg, plus a splash of olive oil. A few minutes kneading, half an hour to rest in the fridge, then you're ready to roll.
This was for the third in our Dinners of the World series -- each Tuesday night for the last month a group of neighbours and friends have met to watch an episode of the Shaka Zulu series (Boo and I skip the movie and go home to early bedtime after dinner).
Tonight was Italian: Lieve made spinach pasta, my parents knocked up a creamy chicken and capsicum sauce, and a tomatoey one with anchovies in it, and John brought the chocolate icecream for dessert (at Boo's request, and much to his delight).
Next we're considering a German theme -- I'm thinking Bretzeln or Knoedel!
Monday, 14 June 2010
... meant hours pottering at the edges making mud pies, collecting stones and climbing along little dirt paths; and busy minutes chasing plastic boats along the water's edge as they raced down rapids and along the current.
Sunday, 13 June 2010
The boys quickly shed warm coats, jackets and shoes as they got busy building sandholes and walls.
Cordy and Boo were even braver: both paddled fully clothed, relishing the icy waves. Can you see that Boo's trousers are completely wet and his shirt is soaked to the navel?
It didn't bother him one bit! In fact, he howled when it was time to go home.
But cheered up immediately at the sight of a hot chocolate to drink and a warm blanket to snuggle in.
Friday, 11 June 2010
Alphonse is a charming Loch Ness Monster who begins life as a tiny tadpole, and grows and grows and grows until he is enormous. Which is very appropriate, as it is now confirmed that our Alphonse is in the 95th percentile, and measuring 38 weeks at just 35!
Today the obstetrician laid the cards on the table: either try for a (probably induced) vaginal birth which could end in a devastating problem like shoulder dystocia, or plan an elective caesarian. As you can imagine, I plumped for the latter -- Boo's birth was a rather traumatic vaginal delivery, so I don't feel like I'm 'missing out' on anything.
So we'll soon have a date for our baby's arrival -- either at 38 or 38 1/2 weeks. In two weeks or so I'll have to move into the city to stay with relatives, incase baby decides to arrive early. It will be an enforced holiday of sorts as Boo will remain here, and he and Daddy will likely visit on weekends. So, we're on the home stretch -- but still plenty to do before baby arrives!
Thursday, 10 June 2010
Wednesday, 9 June 2010
It's Boo's first real picture, and the only time he has shown an interest in patiently creating an entire scene. And isn't it a beauty?
Jumps had a suspicion that some of the wood on the verandah needed to be replaced, but once he began tapping and searching for rot it seemed the job would never end. Piece after piece came down, each seemingly more riddled with rot and fragile than the last.
Eventually the whole deck will need to be replaced -- and we'll hire a handy friend to help for a weekend or so -- but for now we're railing-free while the posts dry out and we decide on the best solution for a new fence.
Luckily Boo is sensible enough to stay away from the edge, and Jumps has almost a year before 'Alphonse' will be mobile enough to get into trouble. I can only hope the job will be done by then!
Tuesday, 8 June 2010
A great deal of ripping, cutting and restitching later, I'm satisfied that this tote is at least sturdy and the dimensions look right, even if the construction isn't exactly workman-like.
At least the sorbet-toned pastels are pretty, and the pale yellow lining lends a cheerful note.
I'll put it in my present drawer -- there's sure to be someone out there for whom it's 'just right'. I've developed an antipathy for it myself -- it was just too much trouble to fall in love with!
I finally have a sewing machine of my own, after years of hauling a machine back and forth from my generous mother. These basic brother machines were on sale (half price!) for a week only at Busy Town's department store.
She doesn't do anything fancy -- and has no computerised bits or fancy switches -- but then I'm really a sewing novice, and straight stitch, a zig-zag, and a buttonholer are all I use. One odd bit is the metal bobbin case -- something I haven't seen since the clunky machines we had in home-ec at school -- but I guess if she's simple it means she'll be all the more robust and easy-to-use.
Monday, 7 June 2010
It looks like hot-and-sweet chilli jam will be back on the menu soon!
Sunday, 6 June 2010
Saturday, 5 June 2010
Friday, 4 June 2010
"Stuff a bag full for $5!", she told me, and once I had chosen all the choice pieces -- most a metre of so in width -- she threw in a handful more lovely pieces until the bag was fit to burst.
So home I went, washed, folded and sorted my beautiful bits, and itched to start a quick-and-easy project. I found one at Pleasant View Schoolhouse, with these step-by-step instructions for sewing a cloth tote. I love how sturdy and well-made this bag is, with all the seams effortlessly hidden inside. I have another on the go even now, and hope to make a host of these with my lovely fabric stash.
Tuesday, 1 June 2010
That night, however, I heard Boo sleeptalking: "The sausage is for no-one but the dog," he said matter-of-factly.
Iwondered if he'd elaborate if I joined in the conversation, so asked "Can I have some sausage, too?"
"No", said Boo, still asleep. "I'm using the sausage to train my dog".
The next morning I asked if he remembered the incident. He was surprised, but then told me "I was dreaming I was a little boy whose daddy let him have a dog!".
Another charming bit of "small talk" was when Boo brought dinner up from Granny and Papa's yesterday evening. He had the little bone from the roast for himself -- his favourite piece.
"Papa cooked the dinner, so he could decide who got which piece", he told me. "And he gave me the bone, because Papa loves me to bits!"
Boo is a bit of a hoarder, and yesterday I attempted to get him to sort through the birthday cards he got in March(!), to decide which we could use for craft and which he would keep. When we got to one with pictures of icecreams on it, I suggested that it go in the craft box. Boo was nearly in tears!
"But it's from Grandma", he told me sobbing. "So it's from someone in my family. And things from my family are precious and I can't throw them away ever!"
My mother's cat, Pixie, has been ill, and Boo went with Granny to take Pixie to the vet. He was impressed that she snarled and spat at the vet, and made quite a fuss. When he came home, he told Daddy that he needed to become a vet.
"Because Pixie only likes her family", he said. "And if Daddy is a vet, then she won't mind if he gives her medicine, because he's in the family!"