Monday, 20 February 2012

A Day At The Beach

The sun paid us a visit here in Sydney this weekend so we grabbed the chance and headed for the beach.

We visited one of Sydney’s un-official dog-friendly beaches.  By un-official I mean dogs aren’t allowed but the locals all take their dogs and no-one seems to mind.

Milo

It’s a bit of a hike for us to get there but the kids really wanted to take Milo (our Daschund x Kelpie) for a “swim” so off we went, through Sydney’s never-ending toll roads and traffic with a quick stop off at the fish & chips shop along the way.


The Beach
The kids had an absolute ball and Milo loved his swim.  My 2 year old was quite content tipping bucket loads of sand on his head and the older 2 boys managed to turn wet sand into cricket balls that exploded on impact when “tonked” with the cricket bat.  Apparently “tonked” is a cricket word that I am supposed to be familiar with.

Now make sure you take note of the date here because it’s a pretty monumentus occasion – I also went for a swim.

For those that don’t know me, it has to have been 40 degrees in the shade for at least 3 weeks in a row and the water must resemble a bath for me to go anywhere near it.........but.........I did it.  I actually went for a swim.  I thought I would literally freeze to death when I first got in, but I survived.  It may have had something to do with the fact that DH threatened to confiscate my bottles of bubbles for the week if I didn’t get in..........hmmmm........


The Beach I Would Like To Have Been At - The Whitsundays

All too quickly it was time to pack the car back up and join the Sydney traffic jams again and head home.  Another weekend over.

How did you spend your weekend? 

Monday, 13 February 2012

Things Kids Say & One Man's Conspiracy

Have you ever been in that awkward situation where you children say or do something that just makes you want to crawl into a hole and die??
You know the instances I’m talking about.  You are standing in the queue at the bank and it’s so quiet you can hear a pin drop.  Then your 6 month old baby in his pram does a “nappy-noise” that everyone hears and all eyes are on you. 
Well, we had another such instance where I wanted the earth to just swallow me up last week.  Firstly, let me just pre-empt this story by saying that my husband spends a great portion of his life thinking that there is one big giant conspiracy theory where the universe is working against him.  Nothing ever goes wrong just because stuff happens, it goes wrong because it’s a conspiracy against him.
So, now that we’ve established that, let me also remind you that I have 3 cricket/footy mad boys at home.  Their life revolves around hitting balls, kicking balls, batting balls, throwing balls, get the picture?  As such we end up with them on the roof, over the fence, in the garden, stolen by the dog, up a tree and lets not forget the ones that go to school and never come home.
Surely other mums of boys can relate to this? This is perfectly normal boy behaviour isn’t.  Well not according to hubby.  See, as part of his conspiracy theory, the “neighbours” who are home-schooled actually jump the fence during the day and steal the balls.  I’m actually peeing myself laughing as I type this because I know what hubby is like, and the fact that he actually manages to work lost balls into a conspiracy theory is hysterical. 

Anyway, hubby, in his infinite wisdom, decides to share his conspiracy theory with master 6 old doesn’t he!  I’m sure I don’t need to tell you what happens next.  Let’s just say it was one of those moments where I could see the “crash” unfolding as it happened. 
The neighbours had jumped the fence for a game of backyard cricket and there’s master 6 announcing to the neighbours .......”my dad said..........”  Argh!!!!!
And try as I might to stop him, once a 6 year old starts a story, there is just NO stopping him.  Calls of “quick come inside I need to show you something”, or “quick, gran is on the phone” even.....”Look!!! ICE CREAM – QUICK!!!” couldn’t get him to stop!!
So after puzzled looks by the poor kids next door, and assurances that they would never do such a thing, I was then faced with trying to explain to master 6 year old that he needed to tell the neighbours he was only joking, dad didn’t really say that!
“But mum, Dad said it.  That’s what he said”. 
So round and round in circles we went with master 6 old becoming more and more confused as to why I was telling him not to tell the boys what Dad said, when in the end I just blamed Dad and said it was all his fault – LOL.
Have your kids ever put you in an embarrassing situation?  Does your husband think there is a giant conspiracy theory that works against 40 year old men?
Would love you to share.

Amanda

Wednesday, 1 February 2012

Memories Grandma Used To Make

I was inspired to write this after reading through this month's edition of Country Style magazine.

I was looking at all these beautiful homemade goodies in rustic kitchens and it instantly transported me back to days as a child and the delicious treats my Grandma used to make.

I'm not exactly sure why. We lived in suburban Adelaide and my grandparents had this amazing 60's retro style kitchen, certainly not rustic, but I think it's the memories of the food and my grandma more so than the decor.


Lemon meringue pies, melting moment biscuits, strawberry sponge cakes and her to-die-for curries, that even in her 90's my brother was still asking her to make when he called in for dinner.



I lost my Grandma last year but I'm really glad I'm in that space at the moment that I can remember her when I was a child. That I can have a smile on my face when I think of her rather than just sadness that she is now gone.


Do you have a favourite food that evokes memories of childhood?

We'd love you to share.

Amanda