Archive for March, 2008

Hunter’s new friend

Hunter often comes home from preschool talking about new friends. She’s not great at actually listening when people introduce themselves, so sometimes she has no idea what their names are, and sometimes it’s very evident that she has their name wrong.

Best example this week is her new friend Aamina.

Hunter insists her name is Enema.


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Poor little sick man

Poor Hugo is so full of cold that it makes me sad just to look at him. He has the most awful, juicy, chesty cough and his nose is drippy and red raw. He starts to cry if I even think about wiping it.

To top it off, he also has conjunctivitis. There was yellow gunk coming out of both eyes last night and this morning his little eyes were all swollen and red and sore.

He’s just so miserable it would break your heart.

This morning he was in his highchair eating his toast half heartedly. I left him for about two minutes to go put on some deodorant and when I came back in he was asleep! It was so cute – unfortunately I couldn’t (and still can’t) find the camera.

I took him to the doctor this morning to get something for the conjunctivitis. I don’t think it’s part of the viral illness causing the cold because it started a good five or more days after the cold, and it’s fairly full on. I think it’s another preschool lurgy courtesy of Hunter.

There was a huge wait at the surgery – two thirds of the seats were already taken when we got there at 9am. We got in just after 10, which wasn’t too bad considering, but it’s a long time for a sick boy who wants to go to sleep.

He was amazingly good. For the first 20 minutes or so he sat on my lap and looked around, gave me cuddles and tapped on the wall behind me. After that we went into the play area (there were no other kids there) and he crawled around and just entertained himself till it was our turn.

He didn’t much like being examined but he didn’t even cry when the tongue depressor went in.

He DID cry when I gave him the chlorsig drops, and I don’t blame him because those suckers sting and then they drip down into the back of your throat and leave a foul after taste.

He’s asleep now and I hope he feels a bit better when he wakes up.

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Facebook convert …. kinda

Leigh and I have resisted the Facebook phenomenon for a long time. We just didn’t want to get caught up in another internet thing that chewed up all our time and energy.

A while back we created a profile simply because people kept sending us messages and we couldn’t read them without one. We have a shared profile even though it’s supposed to be for individuals, because, well, we can’t be bothered.

We don’t ‘do’ things on Facebook. No poking and buying people and doing quizzes. We don’t put up pics on Facebook.

Leigh hardly spends any time on the internet and isn’t that interested. I spend a LOT of time on the internet and do not want to create another addiction.

But…. it has led us to catch up with a number of old friends and I am excited about that.

A few weeks ago we heard from our old flatmate for the first time in years. We’d had no idea where she was or what she was up to – and she was certainly surprised to learn we had two kids.

I’ve also heard a few times from my former singing teacher and friend, and we’re making plans to catch up next time she’s in Sydney (can’t wait!).

And I’ve been chatting a bit with a former colleague and friend, and have been so pleased to hear how she’s been.

Recently I’ve heard from a really fabulous friend who I have known for 20 years now. We used to be great about keeping in contact but the passage of time and jobs and family responsibilities got the better of us. She lost my details, I lost hers, and I’ve spent the past three years or so wondering how she’s doing.

Being back in contact with her is just fantastic! It’s a huge trip down memory lane, even though we’ve mostly been updating about our current circumstances. It reminds me of all the things we used to do when we were young and had the world at our feet.

I’m really enjoying renewing those old connections.

And, I confess, I am having fun looking up people from the deep dark past and seeing how they look and how successful they are (or aren’t…)

So, I don’t think I’ll be buying right into the craze, but I have come to think it’s not such a bad thing.

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Busy, busy, busy

It’s been a good while since my last post just because there hasn’t been time to update. Which is odd, because now that I sit down to actually write something, I am struggling to think of anything to write about.

Leigh’s dad paid a surprise visit over the easter long weekend so we spent a few days doing things with him. Actually, we mostly didn’t do anything, but it always feels busy with visitors even when you’re just sitting around.

On easter sunday we went into Darling Harbour, just for something to do. The Hoopla Festival was on and there were lots of quirky live performances – we saw a woman tearing apart a phone book with her hands and a really cool band that played music and did acrobatic tricks at the same time. There was also a great storytelling tent but it was aimed at kids around 8-10 so Hunter didn’t really have the patience for it and Hugo was cranky by the time we got there. Oh, and Hunter and Leigh tried a few things in an interactive circus workshop kind of thing that had juggling and stilt walking and a few other activities.

Hunter was mostly interested in playing in the water feature in front of the convention centre (a big spiral sunk into the ground that you can walk and splash around in) and throwing food to the seagulls.

Hugo was mostly interested in chasing the seagulls with rather dogged determination. He just did not get tired of following those stupid birds around.

Both kids loved the train trip there and back and honestly they would probably have enjoyed the day just as much if we’d just hopped on the train and looped around the city for five hours.

We did pretty well limiting the easter egg craziness. Hunter got a smallish bunny from easter bunny (after much wailing that he hadn’t come at all – we have the least observant child on earth). She also got a very small egg from us and a little one from grandma, plus a dvd from grandpa. We were pleased with that and it all seemed very restrained and appropriate.

Then the girl from next door arrived with a huge gift box with a giant egg and a whole pile of small solid eggs. There was more than twice as much chocolate in that box as in the rest of Hunter’s collection combined.

Obviously I am doing the parentally responsibly thing and eating most of that chocolate myself.

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Hunter’s thoughts on poverty

I had a conversation with Hunter the other day about choosing whether she would eat her dinner. It was funny, but also a reminder of how very lucky we are. She doesn’t have the faintest idea what it means to really go without.

Hunter: I don’t want that for dinner

Me: Well, that is what is for dinner tonight, but you don’t have to eat it if you choose not to

H: I won’t eat it

M: Okay, but that means you don’t get anything else.

H: That’s okay. I will have nothing to eat like those other kids

M: What other kids?

H: Those kids on the other side of the world.

M: Hunter, those kids don’t choose not to eat. They would like to have something to eat but they don’t have any food.

H: Why don’t they go to the shops and get some?

M: There aren’t any shops, and the people are so poor they don’t have any money anyway.

H: Why don’t the kids have any money? I bet it is because they don’t clean their rooms.

(Hunter gets her weekly pocket money if she tidies her room)

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