I love them dearly.
Ok, I love Caelum as if he was my family. Mia, I adore, and she's gorgeous, but not like my family. But I still love her in that she is delightful and is great fun to have around.
I wonder what the new babes that are to be born this year are going to be like....
Easy going? Frustrated easily? Friendly? Fussy?
It's all a mystery. A lovey mystery for my friends and by extension me.
I hope that one day I have my own mystery.
Sunday, January 9, 2011
Friday, January 7, 2011
Hugs make the world go round
They do. Oh, they really do.
I got C for twenty minutes or so today before he started crying. Go me! I'm starting to slowly get a not-so-negative reaction from my nephew and I tell you, I totally needed it. I was starting to get paranoid.
I know young children are scared of me, but I really wanted C to like me and let me cuddle him.
He has consistently now, for the last three visits, allowed me to hold him for over half an hour.
I was getting 45 seconds before screaming started.
I know I'm not his Mumma. I know that I'm just some random woman who comes over sometimes.
But holding him in my arms is so special.
I love my BFF (oh dear God, she is my closest friend and loves me unconditionally, but I don't know that she'd like being called my BFF) and that she is welcoming and allows me the title of 'Auntie' and is including me in the life of her special little guy.
He is gorgeous.
I hope my kids can play with him and his siblings when they arrive.
I got C for twenty minutes or so today before he started crying. Go me! I'm starting to slowly get a not-so-negative reaction from my nephew and I tell you, I totally needed it. I was starting to get paranoid.
I know young children are scared of me, but I really wanted C to like me and let me cuddle him.
He has consistently now, for the last three visits, allowed me to hold him for over half an hour.
I was getting 45 seconds before screaming started.
I know I'm not his Mumma. I know that I'm just some random woman who comes over sometimes.
But holding him in my arms is so special.
I love my BFF (oh dear God, she is my closest friend and loves me unconditionally, but I don't know that she'd like being called my BFF) and that she is welcoming and allows me the title of 'Auntie' and is including me in the life of her special little guy.
He is gorgeous.
I hope my kids can play with him and his siblings when they arrive.
Thursday, January 6, 2011
New Clothes
There's new clothes today.
Not for me - that was last week. (a really gorgeous rose pink maxi-dress).
For the blog.
I've renamed her, and have updated her look. There's this unsightly white part next to the header. That's my ICT incompetence coming to the fore.
I'm not stressed about it.
What do you think?
Not for me - that was last week. (a really gorgeous rose pink maxi-dress).
For the blog.
I've renamed her, and have updated her look. There's this unsightly white part next to the header. That's my ICT incompetence coming to the fore.
I'm not stressed about it.
What do you think?
Wednesday, January 5, 2011
Parking and Teenagers
^^
Them. Them up above. They're why I HATE Chermside Shopping Centre.
Anyhooooo... on a less rage-filled note...
I have had total anxiety about any form of exercise for years. To the point that before I moved to England I was so scared to stand up from sitting that I didn't do it unless someone was in the room. I couldn't get to sleep 'cause I thought I might die during the night that my Mother had to sit with me (I was 26) until I fell asleep and I would often wake her up if I woke up. I moved to England to snap myself out of it. I'm still not totally OK, but I can live alone, walk up some stairs at school and generally stand for the 70 minute lessons.
But that's background information. Needed. You probably won't understand the momentousness of the next statement.
I can now participate in Just Dance 2 for 20 minutes straight and earn on average 250 'sweat points' per song. I am dripping by the end of it. And my left fingers are numb (a common manifestation of stress for me.)
I go straight to bed after doing it. Or at least lying down on the couch. I find if I sleep or get distracted by the TV I forget the immensity of the exercise (which I know doesn't sound that much, but I weight almost 150kgs, so it's a big deal to dance non-stop for 20 minutes, even if it's mostly my body and arms) and can get through the rest of the day.
I feel looser, am sleeping better and can breathe easier.
Them. Them up above. They're why I HATE Chermside Shopping Centre.
Anyhooooo... on a less rage-filled note...
I have had total anxiety about any form of exercise for years. To the point that before I moved to England I was so scared to stand up from sitting that I didn't do it unless someone was in the room. I couldn't get to sleep 'cause I thought I might die during the night that my Mother had to sit with me (I was 26) until I fell asleep and I would often wake her up if I woke up. I moved to England to snap myself out of it. I'm still not totally OK, but I can live alone, walk up some stairs at school and generally stand for the 70 minute lessons.
But that's background information. Needed. You probably won't understand the momentousness of the next statement.
I can now participate in Just Dance 2 for 20 minutes straight and earn on average 250 'sweat points' per song. I am dripping by the end of it. And my left fingers are numb (a common manifestation of stress for me.)
I go straight to bed after doing it. Or at least lying down on the couch. I find if I sleep or get distracted by the TV I forget the immensity of the exercise (which I know doesn't sound that much, but I weight almost 150kgs, so it's a big deal to dance non-stop for 20 minutes, even if it's mostly my body and arms) and can get through the rest of the day.
I feel looser, am sleeping better and can breathe easier.
Tuesday, January 4, 2011
Children's pictures.
So, for those of you who don't know, I do not have children. Therefore, I know, I am supposed to be silent and not have any opinions on discipline, breast-feeding, or anything. Until I've pushed one out, I am supposed to sit and not have any judgements about how people are raising their children. I understand that.
But that's not who I am. I am a teacher and control upwards of 200 children throughout the week. For 6+ hours per day, which unfortunately is much longer than a lot of my students' parents control their own spawn. You know, bed at 8pm, getting up at 7, at school by 8, parents home at 6. I have done copious amounts of reading and know quite a lot of people with children - I think I am intelligent and passively absorb ideas and advice. Never mind the child development study I've done in my last 9 years of study at university.
Most of the time, I don't mind that I am expected to be quiet. I know it's my place as a non-breeder. But, I have to post this. I must have a little rant.
I am sick and tired of seeing people post pictures of their children on the net. If you want to do that, that's fine - I've posted a few of my friends' kids on Facebook in my friends only albums with their written permission (I know some of the laws you see). What I am truely sick of is the hypocritical nature of these women.
It's like they think, "If I hide my child's name, then I can put a photo of him/her on the open blogosphere no matter what it is showing."
I stumbled across a post yesterday where the woman had posted about potty training (which she had started at 3!) and had accompanied the post with a naked picture of her son sitting on the potty. So, no penis, but still! I mean come on.
She may have thought, it's ok, there are no names, so paedophiles cannot do anything to my son. No, they can't. Except "Save As" and use the picture as an aid. There are gross people out there you know. This is where I see the hypocrisy coming into the fore.
I guarantee you that the many of these women would be demanding of the death penalty and naming and shaming a man/woman who had abused a child. By posting your child's picture, you may be enabling this.
If you choose to post a picture of your child, please remove the hypocrisy - name your child, don't use some cutesy nickname and be aware that someone may want to use the picture in an impure way.
And think on this - you may not care about this. I understand that. But think about how embarrassed you were when Mum and Dad took naked pictures and put it in your photo albums. Not only have you allowed your family and friends to see this, you've embarrassed them in front of the entire world.
Think Mothers. Think.
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Not totally just my own opinion:
"""Appropriate representation
Ensure that all children in the photograph or image are appropriately dressed. Care should be taken not
to print or broadcast any images that may be used for the sexual gratification of others, for example,
images of naked or semi-dressed children or those that display young people emulating adults.
Do not publish images that are likely to cause distress, upset or embarrassment to the child – either
now, or in the future. Consider whether the image portrays the child or young person in a demeaning
way, or if it could be seen to exploit the child in any way."""" --
Commission for Children and Young People and Child Guardian (2010) Tips for parents on photography of children and young people. [Online] Queensland Government. Available: http://www.ccypcg.qld.gov.au/pdf/publications/brochures/children-and-the-media/Corporate-Fact-Sheet3.pdf
But that's not who I am. I am a teacher and control upwards of 200 children throughout the week. For 6+ hours per day, which unfortunately is much longer than a lot of my students' parents control their own spawn. You know, bed at 8pm, getting up at 7, at school by 8, parents home at 6. I have done copious amounts of reading and know quite a lot of people with children - I think I am intelligent and passively absorb ideas and advice. Never mind the child development study I've done in my last 9 years of study at university.
Most of the time, I don't mind that I am expected to be quiet. I know it's my place as a non-breeder. But, I have to post this. I must have a little rant.
I am sick and tired of seeing people post pictures of their children on the net. If you want to do that, that's fine - I've posted a few of my friends' kids on Facebook in my friends only albums with their written permission (I know some of the laws you see). What I am truely sick of is the hypocritical nature of these women.
It's like they think, "If I hide my child's name, then I can put a photo of him/her on the open blogosphere no matter what it is showing."
I stumbled across a post yesterday where the woman had posted about potty training (which she had started at 3!) and had accompanied the post with a naked picture of her son sitting on the potty. So, no penis, but still! I mean come on.
She may have thought, it's ok, there are no names, so paedophiles cannot do anything to my son. No, they can't. Except "Save As" and use the picture as an aid. There are gross people out there you know. This is where I see the hypocrisy coming into the fore.
I guarantee you that the many of these women would be demanding of the death penalty and naming and shaming a man/woman who had abused a child. By posting your child's picture, you may be enabling this.
If you choose to post a picture of your child, please remove the hypocrisy - name your child, don't use some cutesy nickname and be aware that someone may want to use the picture in an impure way.
And think on this - you may not care about this. I understand that. But think about how embarrassed you were when Mum and Dad took naked pictures and put it in your photo albums. Not only have you allowed your family and friends to see this, you've embarrassed them in front of the entire world.
Think Mothers. Think.
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Not totally just my own opinion:
"""Appropriate representation
Ensure that all children in the photograph or image are appropriately dressed. Care should be taken not
to print or broadcast any images that may be used for the sexual gratification of others, for example,
images of naked or semi-dressed children or those that display young people emulating adults.
Do not publish images that are likely to cause distress, upset or embarrassment to the child – either
now, or in the future. Consider whether the image portrays the child or young person in a demeaning
way, or if it could be seen to exploit the child in any way."""" --
Commission for Children and Young People and Child Guardian (2010) Tips for parents on photography of children and young people. [Online] Queensland Government. Available: http://www.ccypcg.qld.gov.au/pdf/publications/brochures/children-and-the-media/Corporate-Fact-Sheet3.pdf
Sunday, January 2, 2011
Floods
I feel guilty.
I watch the fires every year and say, "Oh that's sad" and then move on.
I watched the drought and said, "Oh, that's sad" and then move on.
I usually watch floods and say, "Oh, that's sad" and then move on.
It doesn't affect me, so it's abstract and for some reason I don't feel too much empathy or sympathy.
This year, it is affecting me. I am stressed, angry and annoyed.
Why didn't I take care of the people when it was happening to them and not me?
I watch the fires every year and say, "Oh that's sad" and then move on.
I watched the drought and said, "Oh, that's sad" and then move on.
I usually watch floods and say, "Oh, that's sad" and then move on.
It doesn't affect me, so it's abstract and for some reason I don't feel too much empathy or sympathy.
This year, it is affecting me. I am stressed, angry and annoyed.
Why didn't I take care of the people when it was happening to them and not me?
Saturday, January 1, 2011
2011
My goal this year:
To look back on the 31st December 2011 and be happy with my decisions. And to look positively on everything.
Then I was kicked out of my friends' house - not as rude as it sounds, her baby doesn't settle with people other than Mum and Dad in the house and he had slept around 1 hour since 9am (it was 7pm at this time) so I left. I asked her if I should leave.
We all hung out at her house today for NYE (yes, I know it's a day late) because C can't be taken of routine atm. I understand that and it was actually really enjoyable - no drinking, just chatting and lunch. A really grown up NYE! But everyone there was paired off at least and most were pregnant.
So, all I heard for 5 hours was f**cking crap about pregnancy, babies, how rude people who don't have kids are (? Hello, I'm just trying to give you new ideas if I mention something, and yes, I know I don't have children. I know that. You don't need to rub it in.) and how people shouldn't discipline others' children. If your child uses my digital camera, I don't expect you to let him stick his finger on the lens. I told him not to, sat down and explained that if you touch that, your finger smudge will be on every photo after and he said sorry (he's 4.) If you're not going to keep an eye on my $350 equipment, then I have to!
But anyway, my positivity went out the window. It just reminded me how single, unsecure (I have been given a full time job with the Ed dept, but it is smack bang in the middle of the floods, so I don't know I'll be there to start) and unloved I am.
And no, familial and friendship love doesn't bloody well count.
So, contrary to my goal of positivity, I went to Nando's, sobbed while waiting for my food and brought 8 Cruisers. I thought drinking before the New Year was customary?
To look back on the 31st December 2011 and be happy with my decisions. And to look positively on everything.
Then I was kicked out of my friends' house - not as rude as it sounds, her baby doesn't settle with people other than Mum and Dad in the house and he had slept around 1 hour since 9am (it was 7pm at this time) so I left. I asked her if I should leave.
We all hung out at her house today for NYE (yes, I know it's a day late) because C can't be taken of routine atm. I understand that and it was actually really enjoyable - no drinking, just chatting and lunch. A really grown up NYE! But everyone there was paired off at least and most were pregnant.
So, all I heard for 5 hours was f**cking crap about pregnancy, babies, how rude people who don't have kids are (? Hello, I'm just trying to give you new ideas if I mention something, and yes, I know I don't have children. I know that. You don't need to rub it in.) and how people shouldn't discipline others' children. If your child uses my digital camera, I don't expect you to let him stick his finger on the lens. I told him not to, sat down and explained that if you touch that, your finger smudge will be on every photo after and he said sorry (he's 4.) If you're not going to keep an eye on my $350 equipment, then I have to!
But anyway, my positivity went out the window. It just reminded me how single, unsecure (I have been given a full time job with the Ed dept, but it is smack bang in the middle of the floods, so I don't know I'll be there to start) and unloved I am.
And no, familial and friendship love doesn't bloody well count.
So, contrary to my goal of positivity, I went to Nando's, sobbed while waiting for my food and brought 8 Cruisers. I thought drinking before the New Year was customary?
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