Twenty Weeks

Hello sweet baby :) We're looking forward so much to meeting you.

Lucky Kid!

Last Sunday I noticed a large envelope on the kitchen counter addressed to my inlaws. Striking strange I thought so I asked Mr E if they'd mistakenly left it here.  Turns out the contents were meant for our Kookaburra and what could it be? And whom may they be from?  Well an school friend of Mr E's parents is an author.  A published Australian author who also writes short stories and novels for children and screen plays for various well known Aussie television shows - how wonderful is that! The package contained a  second draft of an unpublished manuscript for our Kookaburra to read and 'see what he thinks'. 

Tonight Mr E and Kookaburra were engrossed by the tale.  A bit of laughing and approval from them both means that they should finish it off pretty quick so Kookaburra can reply to the gracious lady with his thoughts.  Hopefully he'll remember to say a wonderful thankyou for such a privileged opportunity :).

A little pregnancy note before I go.  It really was the loveliest thing to sign in to my blog and find your beautiful responses to our happy news.  I truly love and treasure each of them. Thank you :). And I'll try to be good and post about it.  I'm not a journal keeper, although I've definitely tried, so it would be nice to have a little diary recording this wonderful time for me (oh, I think I meant us!).

We're still pinching ourselves but....

I guess when the first test comes back Positive

and then we try another

and another, with all the same lovely double pink lines, we can start to finally get ridiculously excited and look forward to meeting our sweet, new baby in early October.

Eleven

Jumping into bed with Daddy. 'Wake up Dad, it's my birthday!'

I know I should wait till the end of the day but I'm just too excited :).  Our eldest is turning Eleven today!

Dad picked out the birthday presents this year and judging by the looks on Kookaburra's face he was definitely right on the money.  I love knowing our boys so well!  We are so freaking Lucky!

He's been alternately looking forward to his birthday and also wanting to stay little but it seems this morning with his new stereo system turned up, bopping and singing along and getting into his new air-fix with his wonderful array of tools, he seems to have gotten over it ;).

CD player turned up, singing along and building.  Yep, he's a happy kid!

We'll be off shortly, down to play Zone 3 - think paint ball but with laser guns, mega fun minus the pain - maybe a game of tenpin and fish and chips for lunch.  Tonight Kookaburra has requested a Chocolate sponge cake with strawberry mousse filling, homemade pizza's and his grandparents to celebrate.

Happy Eleventh birthday Buddy.  We love you so much and are so excited to share this special day with you.

Seven

 Nearing ten thirty am on a beautiful Sunday morning seven years ago, my husband and I were alone together in the birthing rooms at our local hospital.  The nurse had left us some minutes before when I felt that last great urge to push.  In the most graceful of positions (as if us girls could really begin to care at this late stage of birthing) bent over the bed gripping for dear life with Mr E rubbing my poor back I knew little Kangaroo was coming. Mr E was there to catch his little boy in the next moment.  Virtually bungy jumping into the world via the umbilical cord, our new baby boy announced his arrival with a bellow and an element of drama.

Our beautiful baby boy. 

Cheeky and charismatic, determined and charming.

 Seven years have flown by and I can barely believe it is yet again time to celebrate our boy.

I think it especially on their birthdays that I am the most grateful for being able to teach my own at home.  Rarely are we apart and I treasure so much the inclusiveness of each others lives. 

This is our boy this year.

A lover of history and drama.

With a major sweet tooth!

Who completely adores his big brother :).

Lover of art.

With his little nose always buried in a book - even right at this very moment as I type.

Animal hassler - he does love animals and pets but he wants them so badly to  be with him that he'll chase them down ,and tell you they wanted him!

Play connoisseur.

 Sweet and boisterous little Kangaroo. 

 Emotional and pouty.  

Whisperer of sweetness in Mummys ear.  

We love you so much.  

Happy Seventh Birthday Little Sweetheart!

April 17th, 2012.

Never Too Late to Put In An Appearance

It's been so long but surely my blog doesn't have an expiry date? I've visited a few times with the intention of posting at least a short update, but I always clicked the log off button feeling simultaneously, like we are the most boring family on earth but also that there has just been too much of the great bloggable moments missed over the last few months to find the foggiest of where to begin again. Without a doubt though, I definitely regret not keeping the blog up. My boys have grown and changed and I've missed recording that, but it isn't too late.

When I dropped off the face of blogosphere I'd sprained my ankle and Mr E's mother was living with us temporarily. My ankle has since healed, although I fear it will never again be as slim as its partner and Mr E's mother who stayed with us for about two months, ended up buying a house near our block just before Christmas. Great news for our family to have grandparents so close. One thing though, thank goodness for having our space back! I know while she was here I became very preoccupied with a fastidiously clean house, lots of very nice meals and well educated children. Blah! The pressure had me ready to crack!!

But that's all over now and the focus has naturally shifted to getting on with the house building. I feel that we could easily go on record as being the most stuffed around family ever as far as builders and brokers and so on go but everything is for a reason right? And I am grateful for all the steps it has taken to get us this far. To the point where our loan is approved and our building contract has been signed, sealed and delivered. It's been about two years since we sold our old Queenslander and invested our hopes and future in this five acre block. Now it appears we're on the final count down and building should begin hopefully next month with an even more hopeful approximate hand over date in July, admittedly, that would be the earliest. The timing will be just right as we have some big news to share in the next few weeks. I'm super excited and really can not wait to tell!

The builders sign is up at the block. We think it's a scream that
they've posted it in front of our poor neglected cubby house though!

Chooks and the Danger of Being a Weekend Warrior

My friend is chicken mad. When you visit her home you'll find her kitchen full of paraphernalia and literature pertaining to this fluffy little barnyard critter. With three large coops on her property and her latest addition of ducks to the menagerie of birds there was no doubting that when I went searching for her birthday present I definitely wasn't stumped as to what interested her - chooks! At her thirtieth birthday celebrations she was excitedly telling me about her new brood that were squirreled away up in the kitchen in her incubator. Forty eggs!!! So when these baby chicks began to hatch, we decided we'd love to see these guys emerge into this great world too.

So after swimming lessons Tuesday morning we visited my chooky mad girlfriend and although we didn't see any actual hatching but we still learnt a bit about our poultry friends. We watched a video there that Chookie Girl took, which was amazing, so we found a real time vid of a chicken hatching to share.



It sure is sweet to watch them emerge!

When her first baby hatched he squeaked and squeaked for company and couldn't get dry properly either. Chooky Girl placed her fluffy piglet in with him and after the baby had instinctively snuggled up real close, he dried out in no time!

I never knew that a baby chick hatching was such a messy business too. Baby chicks have a small hard bump on the end of their beak which they use to peek open the top of their egg. After the chick emerges wet and slimy with the umbilical cord and part of the embryo sack still attached to them you can see inside the empty egg shell little red veins of blood that once fed the chick whist it was growing.

Can you see the embryo sack still attached and sitting in the palm of the hand? This falls away within a few hours of hatching.

We also found that these chicks are hard wired for survival. We simulated a mother hen sitting upon her brood by carefully cupping our free hand over the top of the chick who then went to sleep! Pretty handy in times of danger!

We also learnt that as the time draws near for the chickens to hatch (after only 21 days of incubating!) the humidity around the egg needs to increase dramatically and that if we were to feel around the eggs under a broody hen at this time the feathers are damp and clammy.

Sometime in the next few days I hope to get my boys and I off to the library so Kangaroo in particular can do some more 'research' on chickens,

So that was Tuesday, which was great, but Tuesday night, well, that wasn't so great. I joined a touch football team three weeks ago in an effort to introduce some aerobic exercise regularly into my life and Tuesday nights are the games. All day I'd been looking forward to having a great run. Five minutes into the game I leapt to catch a high pass and as my fingertips grazed the ball, my feet came back in contact with the ground and my left ankle gave way with a loud 'pop' audible to everyone on the field. My ankle had rolled outwards and my foot was sitting neatly facing inwards. Sitting on the field grasping my foot I definitely struggled to contain myself. I really could have just balled but you know, that would have been way too embarrassing!!!. The pain was intense but I did manage to hobble off the field to a waiting ice pack. It's funny the thoughts that swirled through my head as I sat on the side of the field icing my ankle, things like, thank goodness I did the full house clean today, how on earth am I going to cook tea on Wednesday night and how sad and frustrated I felt at not being able to go to Zen Do Kai on Wednesday night!

Today I've tried to remain sitting on the couch and 'rest' - a few up and downs at least, but what mother can resist her boys - diligently applying the RICE method (rest, ice, compression, elevation) I can see that the despite this the outside of my ankle has completely disappeared under the swelling! This means sadly that not only is Zen Do Kai off the cards but quite probably Mr E's and my first Tango class scheduled for this Saturday with some other very brave friends is no go too.

As for dinner, I find myself lucky to have an extremely kind and thoughtful friend who came to play for a while with her little ones and also cooked a beautiful vegetarian meal for us all. For this I am so thankful. Thankful for beautiful friends.

It's times like these that my mother likes to remind me how dangerous sports can be! I'm sure when I eventually get round to letting her know inevitably the little irritating remark regarding the danger of being a Weekend Warrior's will sneak into the conversation. Injuries really are few and far between fortunately for me and are definitely nowhere near frequent enough to exclude sport from my life.

To my mother I say, this Weekend Warrior just can't wait to get back out on the field again!