My Spirited Baby

Come on over, baby!

2011-09-02T19:25:00.001+12:00

If you haven't checked out my new space, come on over!

Would love to see you there

have a FAB weekend!

Moving on

2011-08-24T14:21:00.000+12:00

It's been a long time coming but I've finally got my new blog up and running...thanks to a little help from a friend.

I would love for all of you to join me over there.

It's been such a great journey getting to know you all via your blogs or your comments and I appreciate every one.

I may not always have the time to comment on your blogs but I do love reading them.

My Spirited Baby started out as a place to tell my tales of my very challenging and spirited first-born, Turbo.

But now he's no longer a baby and there is another little boy added to our family so I've felt for a while that the name didn't quite fit.

I may still use My Spirited Baby to record the kids' milestones but all the day to day musings and adventures will be over at my new place. Hope to see you there!!

In Real Life!

2011-08-21T20:48:00.000+12:00

I kind of feel like I don't need to write this post.

You can read Sammy's post here, Meghan's here, Leonie's, Jackie's, Kristy's....

And seeing as I didn't take my camera, I don't even have any new photos to add!

Anyhoo...

A group of us Kiwi Mummy Bloggers met up in Auckland yesterday, for lunch.

The amazing and very lovely Meghan came all the way from Wellington!

Meghan and me

And Kristy, Jackie and Rachel from Whangarei. (Sorry if people came from other places, but that's all I know!)

The rest of us arrived from all our different parts of Auckland, and tentatively began getting to know each other IRL (in real life for you non-bloggers).

I don't have much to say other than meeting you all was amazing. Lovely, lovely people who without blogging, I would never have met.

all of us!

Thanks for the enriching my life! Looking forward to the next time we get to meet...Wellington, is it?

P.s. Thanks Leonie for organising it and for letting me borrow your photos : )

Op shop rookie

2011-08-15T21:20:00.000+12:00

I don't come from a family of op-shoppers. In fact, I think it's more of a Kiwi thing because in South Africa, I never even heard it mentioned.

We weren't a wealthy family, but I guess we never struggled too badly. If we did, my parents dealt with it and I never knew. I remember every couple of months, we'd go to this big mall which was about half an hour away and I'd be allowed to chose 3 or 4 new garments. They were rarely the stuff i would have really loved, but they were new, nevertheless.

And during Mr Samoa's five year's of study, I waited for birthdays or tax pay outs and set aside some money to get me some new clothes. It wasn't often, but it kept me going.

It wasn't until the reality of being on one income, and that one income is a beginner teacher's income, kicked in, that I realised I might have to try some new ways of doing things if I was going to keep being a stay at home mum...which is important to me. So I took some money I earned from my part time contract work and set $100 aside for my first ever op shop experience!

I went to my local Save Mart, one of the few (only?) op shop chains in NZ. It was overwhelming at first. Rows and rows of clothes, not nicely displayed, just on rows of racks. And freezing! No heating either.

But on I went. I managed to come home with 2 pairs of shoes, 2 long sleeve tops, 3 jerseys and 2 jackets.

The shoes I LOVE and they were only $10 each. They're quite high, but I was looking for evening wear shoes anyway. And the boots are a size smaller than I actually wear but miraculously they fit!

The long sleeve jacket was from the "designer" section so it was $30. It's a French connection jacket. Mean anything to anyone? It's quite different but I liked the elastic around the bottom. Only thing is, I feel like I look a bit strange when I wear it and so don't wear it a lot.

The short sleeve jacket is also a tad small but I will be able to get away with it because it ties in the front and is elasticised on the waist. Will be great in summer...and hey, it was only $8.

The long sleeve tops are a no brainer, always need more of those and I've worn them heaps.

The brown jersey is soooo warm and I wear it to the park. [Remember I am SAHM so don't need fancy clothes a whole lot]. The green one is ok, a little tight now that I see it in photos, but a good colour on me. The black one has been the disappointment. I thought it would look nice with some skinny jeans and heels. It just looks strange on me.

The only thing is that because some of these items are not exactly what I'd pick if I was at a shop, I haven't worn them as much as I would have if I had got some new clothes that I really wanted. I don't feel they're that fashionable either.

O, and, I don't feel like I'm wearing something new!

I know lots of people who LOVE op shopping and look amazing in their finds. Maybe I should have been looking for that one special piece instead of going there with a list!

I am glad I tried it, but I think I'll stick to getting a few, really nice and fashionable new items.
You can still get some new bargains out there on sale, right?

Like these from my fave bargain shoe shop, Number One Shoe Warehouse....not quality but hey, they're cute! And I wear them all the time. They even stock leather shoes now, and I fell in love with a pair, but couldn't quite justify the price.

Excuse the mud on the side. Like I said, I wear them a lot.

What about you? Are you a successful op shopper?

Destination Space Tower

2011-07-29T07:45:00.002+12:00

Turbo's been asking again and again for us to take him to the "Space Tower".

So on Saturday, off we went...

The holidays are when I absolutely love being married to a teacher....

Bucket loads of family time!

What have you been up to these holidays?

Wordless Wednesday: the expressions of Smiley

2011-07-27T07:00:00.001+12:00

Smiley's "what the heck is that/I'm slightly scared" look

(when seeing a a big, black, swan eating the bread he threw)

One third of a cucumber

2011-07-19T20:20:00.003+12:00

Been feeling a little challenged lately by some awesome budgety type posts.

Widge has done quite a few good ones, as well as documenting her meals for a week. Love seeing how other people do it.

One thing she mentioned was cooking according to what needs to be used in your cupboard.

Too often I have to throw away veges because I've cooked what's convenient or quick and forgotten about the veges that are about to go off in the cupboard.

So this week I made a effort to really think about dinner in the morning, checking what veges needed to be used and working around that.

As of tonight, the only vege I have left in my house,

is one third of a cucumber!

Twice this week we had roasted veges with a meal to use up the pumpkin and potatoes.

And love that today there was absolutley nothing left to eat for lunch but a tin of tomato soup. Not even a piece of cheese for a toastie. So that's what I had.

Tomato soup. Yum!

And tonight I actually cooked up a tin of

corned beef...Island style! We were given a few tins and so far, they've just sat in the cupboard. Í'm not one for cooking Island food, and since Mr Samoa is totally happy with whatever I put in front of him, I haven't learned. So with my last onion and a tin of corned beef, I cooked up an Island storm! And ate corned beef with cucumber chunks and some frozen veges. It was delish.

Sweet bro ha ha

I've had to be really good about money for a while now, so I'm pretty happy with how we do. But it's always good to learn new tricks. Like making my own spray 'n wipe with 5 drops of lavender oil, a few drops of eco friendly dishwashing liquid, a quarter teaspoon baking soda and 500ml water. Sure the Lavender oil cost $15 but it's going to last about a year...seriously!

Never going back on that one. And you can use other oils if you don't like the smell of lavender.

Do you have any great budget tips to share?

Would love to hear them!

P.s. my computer is having serious issues so I'm stealing some time on Mr Samoa's laptop. Hope to be back in action soon!

Hope you're all well xx

Beat that!

2011-07-12T19:26:00.000+12:00

The weekend just gone was very busy but o, so fun!

Mr Samoa turned...another year older. Two numbers exactly the same. You work it out.

It started with movies with my dad - some nice father and son-in-law time.

I had a babyshower in the afternoon while Tasi spent some time with the kids at his mum's house.

Then dinner at a lovely restaurant Saturday night.

Church Sunday morning, and a party with the kids Sunday afternoon.

I baked my first ever chocolate cake.

Yes, really.

It's not that I felt I couldn't, just that chocolate cakes have to be REALLY good.

In fact chocolate cakes are my least favourite cakes because so often they're a disapointment.

Either dry or tasteless.

Carrot or banana cake win hands down in my opinion.

But chocolate wins in Mr Samoa's books so I chose a recipe with melted chocolate in the cake mix. And it turned out ok.

Mr Samoa loved it, which is what counts.

The kids loved having a party for their daddy.

I mean, who wouldn't love the opportunity to stuff four lollies in their mouth while reaching for another?

And we went a bit crazy with the balloons and streamers afterwards.

What a great weekend!

Spent creating memories and enjoying each other.

And obviously no time for folding washing....who can beat this pile?!

Movie magic?

2011-07-07T14:46:00.000+12:00

Is it just me, or does it seem that, as parents, the events you look forward to for ages and really get your kids excited over, are the very events that don't work out? And the spontaneous things we do with the kids, seem to turn out to be the most fun.

Such was today. The movie, a mums and bubs session, started at 11am. Quite late for kids I thought, as most of the kids were at an age where they'd still have a nap.

So we rocked up early. And had a few dramas over wanting the cars displayed behind the counter that went with the combo. But we got over that pretty quickly and a box of popcorn soothed Turbo's hurt feelings.

At 11am we excitedly took our seats, expecting the big screen to light up at any minute. It didn't. 20 minutes later we were moved to another theatre as the projector was having trouble. By then, Turbo was already asking to go home, not knowing exactly what he was waiting for!

So by 11.30am we had finally started. This would have been ok under normal circumstances, but Turbo had been up since 5.30am and has a cold. So by 12.20pm, his eyes were actually closing while sitting in his seat! And his cousin was asking to go home too. My sister and I were really enjoying the movie though : )

Excuse the mouth full of popcorn! It was the only decent shot in the bad lighting

So Cars 2, what we saw of it, was really cute with a good (but totally beyond small kids) storyline. And I got to have a coffee and hang out with my sister and nephew. I am glad, though, that we didn't actually pay for the kids' tickets...the beauty of a mums and bubs session (kids under 5 go free) and adult tickets are a reduced price too.

What IS a good age to start taking kids to movies? Is three too young? What do you think?

Ticking along

2011-07-05T18:31:00.000+12:00

Gosh, has it really been that long?

Life is ticking along nicely, and every day, I am just so grateful.

It feels like a period of calm after a long, hard struggle.

I often find myself just staring out the window at the view or looking at our big kitchen or at our spacious car

(which we're paying off but I'm still so grateful for).

I guess I haven't had much motivation to blog or even take photos.

I am just being.

It's nice, actually.

Turbo is still a bit of a challenge at the moment. His language is not the best...and I have no one but myself to blame.

"Go away!" is one that I hear about a hundred times a day.

Good one, Penny.

And Smiley and I had a little trip to Starship Hospital on Friday for his cough that he's had since late March!

Yes, that long.

I have been to the doctor so many times and been told he's ok, but his day care lady insisted that he needed a chest x-ray (because she's a doctor!! not) and got me really worried.

Turns out mother's intuition is best.

Turbo's going to see his first ever movie tomorrow with his Aunty and cousin...and I'm going too. He's even missing kindy for it. And Smiley's spending the time with his much loved Nana.

Can't wait!

Hope you're all having a fab week so far

"That looks delicious!"

2011-06-25T07:00:00.001+12:00

That's what Mr Samoa said last night when I put his dinner in front of him. I couldn't help but chuckle. I mean it WAS delicious looking (thanks Sophie Gray and her Destitute Gourmet cookbook for the Bean and Sausage Cassoulet recipe), but it so wasn't something Mr Samoa would usually say. He never uses the word "delicious".

Don't get me wrong, he does appreciate my cooking but he'll eat pretty much whatever I put in front of him and is just as grateful for recipes like the above as he is for bacon and eggs.

Why I laughed, you see, is that Mr Samoa has been doing a course through our church called The Valiant Man teaching them all about what it means to be a man today, handling their sexuality in a godly way, and most importantly (he he) all about women and what they need. And I bet that saying a meal was "delicious" is a tip he got on the Tuesday night just gone. He's been coming home with some good stuff, I tell ya!

I'm so grateful there are courses like the above one around. And I'm looking forward to a women's conference our church is putting on in 5 weeks time. Can't wait!

I've been reading a few books on marriage lately and watching some great (free) webinars through the Parenting place. One I watched part of today was called Mums and Sons. Such treasures in it! Watch it if you can. I've put the link up. And there are other free ones to watch if you don't have sons.

I was just thinking the other day that as a parent and wife, learning about ourselves and each other is vital. I want to make it a culture in our home that we keep learning and improving in how we relate to each other. Mother to sons, husband to wife, father to sons and brother to brother. Because what's more important than the people in our life?

A moment of madness

2011-06-23T11:24:00.000+12:00

As I pulled up to the shop where I do my fortnightly grocery shopping, I glanced down, and saw (with horror) that I was still wearing my slippers!!!

I sat there, in the car, for a moment and contemplated going home. But only for a moment. It was already 7.45pm and I was tired. So although the drive home was only 5 minutes, I chose to just go with them.

I was a bit sheepish and embarrassed to begin with and checked frequently to see if people were looking at my feet. They weren't. I guess my slippers could pass for boots after all. But who wears bright pink, slightly grubby, boots with jeans and a nice grey cardigan?

Me, I guess.

What do you think? Would you have gone home?

Hey, wait a minute! That's me!

2011-06-15T13:51:00.000+12:00

{First of all, thanks so much for all your comments on the post before the last one.

Blogging is made great by all the lovely bloggers out there and I'm glad to be sticking around.}

Well, lookie here. It's me! In a real life magazine. Exciting!

Shows what happens when you just step out and do something you've been thinking of doing for years but for whatever reason,
(fear? insecurity? laziness?) you've held back.
I'm so glad I did and wonder now why I didn't do it sooner.
It really wasn't that hard.

Glorious space

2011-06-13T07:00:00.001+12:00

The boys are revelling in the space and freedom and want to be outside most of the time. Can you blame them?

This in one direction...

And this in the other...

Our front yard

And loving the little community around us. The front house has four kids, one of which is Smiley's age and another boy who is 6 years old who comes over to play with Turbo. And the house next door has a five year old boy who also plays with Turbo sometimes.

So awesome when there is trust and goodwill between neighbours. They freely let their children come over to play and the offer is there for us to do the same. Turbo's a little young to just wander over like they do, and I've yet to get around to taking him over but the offer is there.

Once again I'm amazed at how well God looks after us.

Feeling: grateful

I'm back!

2011-06-11T18:41:00.000+12:00

LOVING our new house! O, the space! Glorious space!

At first I felt a little odd. We seemed to all rattle around in the big rooms and living space. I found myself missing our little unit, missing the warmth and familiarity.

Was I crazy? No, just human. Funny how we would rather stick with what we know sometimes than move into something bigger and better .

But o, how quickly we adjusted! It's almost 2 weeks later and I feel right at home. The space has not only increased physically, but I feel it's opening up more for us in other ways. My thinking for one. The old season is most definitely behind us and I'm excited about the future.

I have something to admit though:

I didn't miss blogging

one bit in the almost 2 weeks that I've been gone.

{GASPS from all of you}

Before the move, there were a few days where I contemplated ending my blog, or at least having a holiday from it.

Not from YOU, of course, I still love reading blogs. But somehow all the OTHER blogging stuff has taken over, and made me feel pressured to post often and write something amazing. So that made me want to avoid my blog altogether.

Do you know what I mean?

The OTHER blogging stuff...like how many followers you have, or what to do to get more followers. And how many times a week you "should" post. Or how your blog should look. And how you should be commenting on this many blogs. It's all over the blogisphere!

I just don't have time for any of that stuff. And don't actually care that I don't have time. I just want to be free to write whatever is on my mind, which is why I started blogging in the beginning. So my blog may not be the most "successful" blog on the block, but it's mine. And I think a successful blog is one that the author of the blog is happy with.

My awesome sister, N, encouraged me not to stop because I do love writing and the more you do, the better you get.

So I did end up having a little holiday, due to our internet provider's incompetence. And so I want to come back fresh, leaving all that other stuff (I can think of stronger words than that ha ha) behind. Actually I wanted to start a new blog all together, but lack the time to actually do a header and set it up!

Has anyone felt/Does anyone else feel pressured by these things?

Have you wanted to stop blogging because of it?

Moving on

2011-05-26T18:26:00.000+12:00

I can't believe that in two sleeps time, we'll be moving. Out of this little place, in which so many good memories were made. I think I will always look back on this place with a fondness.

I'm sure lots of people wondered how we managed to live, all four of us in such small surroundings. But it was perfect for the season we were in. It was the first place (not counting the very first year of our marriage) that was just ours. We've flatted, lived with both sides of the family, house-sat and even boarded way back before the kidlets came along, just to get us through while Mr Samoa studied.

This was the place I laboured (a little too long at home, I must add. I nearly gave birth in the car!) with Smiley, walking up and down in the lounge. The place Smiley has spent his whole life so far, and the place he learned to sit, crawl and walk. The place Turbo came home to after his first day at kindergarten.

The little back garden was a haven in the Summer, decked out with a trampoline, sandpit and paddling pool, and big leafy trees to shelter under.

We've made friends with the many neighbours who have come and gone. We're not going far though. In fact, our new three bedroom house is a short walk out our back gate, down the driveway, through the landlord's back gate, up his driveway and there it is! So close we can actually walk some of the lighter stuff over when we move.

I love that we don't have to reacquaint our ourselves with the area or move the kids' kindy/daycare.

When we first moved in, we promised ourselves this was just for six months. Six months came and went. Then we said we'd move when Smiley became mobile because two kids really was too much living here. Smiley crawled then walked and still we stayed, making adjustments as things changed.

I've been cleaning like a maniac these past few days, and have a war wound to show for it. The corners of alumium framed windows are so sharp! A bloody (in the literal sense!) head wound. Ok, not that much blood but it did break the skin and it's bruised. So not kid-safe! And who knew clean windows, outside and inside, could look so nice. Just in time for the next people to enjoy.

I'm not sure when the internet will be up and running, but hope to back soon.

Two lunchboxes

2011-05-19T09:48:00.001+12:00

Last night I packed not one, but two lunchboxes. And right now I am at home, kid free. Turbo is at kindy. And it's Smiley's first day at a home-based day care which he's going to attend for two mornings each week.

He didn't even cry when I said goodbye to him!

And so here I am with time on my hands. Lovely!

Well actually I'm supposed to be working. My friend and I have set up a small business contracting administrative support to other small businesses. But as we have only prospective clients at the moment, there is no work to do.

Plenty of packing and cleaning for next week's move though....which I'll get into soon. If you know me well, you'll know I can't do nothing for very long.

I'll leave you with some gorgeous pics of some family time we spent at the beach last weekend. New Zealand is truly beautiful!

A doggy adventure

2011-05-14T20:10:00.000+12:00

I had an adventure with a dog recently. He lives next door. And last week, I found him on top of our recycle bin. Barking and keeping Turbo from going to sleep.

Don't mess with a mother trying to get her kid to sleep. Seriously.

He had somehow climbed the fence, still tied to his rope on the other side of the fence, and was barking woefully at me as he stood on top of the bin in the pouring rain. Darn.

I'm not one to just leave an animal in that kind of situation.

So I approached him cautiously, (also not one to underestimate dogs) and unhooked the rope on his collar, which was twisted around the fence, and pushed him back over....really scared while doing all this by the way.

Once safely in his yard, he then bolted out of his gate, which apparently he can get out of, and down the driveway!!!!!!!

Who keeps a dog in a yard with a gate they can get out of?!

Picture me, running after him, in the pouring rain, no shoes on, calling his name.

Hmmpf. So not funny.

Every time I got near him, he bolted. "What a fun game", he was thinking.

I went home, trying to think of what I was going to tell the neighbour, praying hard that he would come back.

Ten minutes (and one frantic call to Mr Samoa) later, he reappeared near the front door.

Feigning a sickly sweet voice, I invited him, muddy paws and all, into our lounge.

He looked delighted with the offer and bounded in.

Smiley went berserk, crying in terror.

I grabbed his collar (the dog's, not Smiley's) and marched him through the back door, through my yard, into his, clipped his rope back on, and marched out, chuffed with myself for being so decisive and brave

...but not so chuffed at the wet dog smell now emanating from my hands and clothes.

Later that day, the barking began again. He'd done it again.

You know what I did this time?

Gave him a bowl of water and some bread on top of the bin! Which he refused.

This time, your owner can sort you out, buddy.

Which she didn't have to do as the dog showed me that he could climb back over all by himself!

The owner was greatly embarrassed to hear of my adventures. And she's been taking the dog to work with her ever since!

Here he is, outside his yard, showing us how he can get out, despite his owner's recycle bin propped against the gate. He's a little scary looking, right?

What am I complaining about?

2011-05-14T08:34:00.002+12:00

I am grateful for posts like these that put things in perspective. Especially if you're a mother, please read it.

I've been feeling dissatisfied lately. Not quite happy with my lot. I don't know why I've been feeling this way. I think my eyes may be on the wrong things. On the natural instead of on the heavenly. I've been wanting...things. Nicer things than the ones I've got. An easier ride. Been dwelling on regrets. But when I read posts like the above one, I realise (again!) how insignificant all the things I think and worry about are.

Here's a little excerpt from the blog:
"I have never had to discuss the two day journey that was made walking to the hospital. The fistula I developed after the heartbreaking four day labour and stillborn birth. I've never had to think about getting through labour on my own, no doctor, midwife or even someone remotely qualified to help. I've never given birth in a camp or walked across a war zone and had a bullet that was three inches away from my womb removed, like a woman in Afghanistan did late last year."

Turbo's birth was long and hard. Without medical intervention, one or both of us would have died. The umbilical cord was around his neck and so he couldn't put his chin down to progress down the birth canal. Because of this, he was also a little distressed, and his heart rate was fluctuating quite a lot. Eventually after trying many different things, they managed to suction him out, one and a half days after when my labour started.

But he was healthy, apart from a tender and misshapen head, and full of beans.

Check out the cone head!

So today I choose to put things in perspective and be grateful. And tomorrow, and the day after, I will do my best to make that same choice, as many times as it takes to start feeling that way again.

The day we'll never forget

2011-05-09T14:32:00.000+12:00

A very big day tomorrow

2011-05-03T08:27:00.000+12:00

It is almost here. The day we dreamed of for five long years. The day we talked about celebrating and rejoicing in.

Mr Samoa graduates tomorrow!

Funny, now it's almost upon us, there hasn't been much celebrating or rejoicing so far. Is it part of the human spirit to forget the pain and trials so quickly and move on?

We're planning a party, but only after we move into our new place in four weeks time. And we've booked a babysitter for this Saturday so at least I made sure we'd be doing some celebrating.

But I can't wait for tomorrow. To watch Mr Samoa, the very first person in his family to get a degree, to walk down Queen Street, decked out in his regalia, proudly wearing an emerald green sash. And then at 4.30pm I'll watch him walk across the stage and collect his certificate.

Mr Samoa you are the best! I am so proud of you, that despite the frequent obstacles, pitfalls and disappointments, you chose not to give up. It was all worth it.

And yes, Mr Samoa is VERY grateful for my support : )

Photos to come in the next few days

Do you wanna know some more about me?

2011-04-30T14:06:00.004+12:00

I can just picture you saying "No, not really" but I'll go with the picture of you saying "Yes, I'd love to!" : )

I've been tagged by Cyndi at Latte Junkie to answer some questions about me. They're really fun questions to answer so if you wanna join in, please do! I've tagged some people to do it at the end

Cyndi also awarded me the Versatile Blogger award. Thanks heaps, Cyndi! I am always honoured when someone thinks of me.

Here goes:

Which living person do you most admire, and why?
I'd have to say Nelson Mandela, he's still a hero to me. But also people like Brooke Fraser, who is doing really well for herself and following her dreams while never compromising who she is and what she believes in

When were you happiest?
Probably when I was dating Mr Samoa. That sounds a bit sad, I am still happy now but then it was just so exciting and new and romantic.

What was your most embarrassing moment?
When I got up the courage to tell this guy I liked him. I'm not of the opinion that females should ever do the asking, but Mr Samoa had just asked me out and two of my friends convinced me that I needed to know if this other guy liked me (they were sure he would!). Turns out he really didn't and it made things so awkward as we saw each other quite often. To this day I wish I could take that moment back!

Aside from property, what’s the most expensive thing you’ve bought?
Our car. We bought it earlier this year. It's a lovely spacious people mover type car. We love it!

What is your most treasured possession?
My photos and my journals. I have kept journals since I was 15 years old and hope one to day to give them to my daughter, should I have one! I'm not sure if my boys will read or appreciate them

Where would you like to live?
I'm happy right here! Although I would love to own a house with a big back yard with lots of trees and a vege patch. Renting doesn't quite seem to have sense of being completely settled

What’s your favorite smell?
Lemon and lemongrass, also citrusy smells and of course, coffee

Who would play you in the film of your life?
Hmmmm, once again I have no idea. Being a redhead kind of limits my options. Although I guess they could dye their hair.
The only person I can think of is Amanda Seyfried who stars in Mamma Mia because she's small and short.

What is your favorite book?
I really don't know. I have read some wonderful books but can't name just one. I love some of the older books that were my grandmothers written by Francis Parkinson Keyes or Lloyd C Douglas

What is your most unappealing habit?
I twist my hair around my finger and then when it's almost knotted, snap it so the hair breaks. I have done this since I was two years old. Back then my mom had to give me a drastic haircut because I had created a bald patch!
I guess it's not that unappealing but I wish I could stop because I don't have a whole lot of hair as it is

What would be your fancy dress costume of choice?
I think just dressing like I'm on the red carpet would be fun. I know it's not strictly fancy dress but I would LOVE it!

What is your earliest memory?
I can't tell if I'm recalling photos or family videos, or actual memories, do you know what I mean?
But I think, my first actual memory was wetting my pants during my first few days of school and having to borrow knickers from the lost property basket. Eww! Lucky I was only 6

What is your guiltiest pleasure?
Magnums. Those new ones with the cranberries in are amazing although at $4 for a small ice cream, I won't be doing that often

What do you owe your parents?
A lot of money! I still feel bad about the year of study I did in Australia while they were still in South Africa. They had to pay fees and support me while paying 5 times the amount because of the exchange rate!

To whom would you most like to say sorry, and why?
I have no idea, can't think of anyone which is a good thing. Maybe ask me in a few years and it might be my children! Somedays I really hope they don't have memories of how I acted that day - a bit psycho!
What or who is the greatest love of your life?
Jesus, followed by Mr Samoa

What does love feel like?
When you feel like you would give your life for that person, or you wish you could take their pain when they're sick or hurt

What was the best kiss of your life?
Mr Samoa, probably quite recently actually. We're both getting better and getter at kissing!

Which words or phrases do you most overuse?
It's ridiculous
Yeah whatever

What is the worst job you’ve done?
Telemarketing in my year in Australia. I was no good at all. I don't think I made one sale and my throat constantly hurt from all the talking. Followed closely by the coffee waitress job that same year.

If you could edit your past, what would you change?
I would follow my passion and devote my time to making music. And also study when I was young so that I would not be in the predicament I am in now where I am half way through a degree but can't go back to finish because of the cost of day care!
What is the closest you’ve come to death?
There is no actual moment I can recall, but I know there have been times in the car when another has closely missed me and I have thanked God for his angels around me!

What do you consider your greatest achievement?
My two boys. I think we're doing a pretty good job with them. And having a good marriage. Relationships are the most important things to me.

When did you last cry, and why?
Last week when I was so sick and emotional. Smiley threw his dinner off his tray and it splattered all over the floor, walls and chairs. It was the last straw. I felt a litte silly afterwards.

How do you relax?
Watch my favourite TV shows, blog or email, go for a walk, have coffee with a good friend.

What single thing would improve the quality of your life?
More money. This may sound shallow but it's true. Mr Samoa is just starting out as a teacher and I am a stay at home mum. Enough said.

What is the most important lesson life has taught you?
That things don't always turn out the way you would have liked but that doesn't mean they're not the way they're supposed to be. And to have patience, and to trust. O and that suffering makes you stronger than you would have ever been if you had only had good things happen to you.

I'd like to tag:

Sammy at Cherished
Meghan at MNMs
Lyns at Once Upon a Time
Simone at Greatfun4kids
Leonie Kiwi at Heart
Lyn at Lynieloo
Rebecca at Becca4love
Creating Childhood Memories

Go on, do it!

Dear Turbo

2011-04-29T09:19:00.000+12:00

Three years have been and gone, and still we feel like we're getting to know you. New aspects of who you are emerge every day, especially now that you're learning to express yourself more. The conversations we have with you are very cute and you like to pretend you're the boss of us! "Wait here, Mummy, ok? Wait!" is a frequent one, with your little hand help up, palm towards us, fingers firmly together.

You still challenge us with your full on and intense personality, but as always, we love who you are and wouldn't change you one bit. I frequently have funny stories to tell, like when, a couple of weeks back, you ran yelling into a nice cafe and nearly gave the waitress a heart attack! All eyes were on us, which I don't actually like but seems I better get used to. You would think I'd be used to it already.

You show us you're growing up all the time by achieving a new skill. A month or so ago you started drawing "people" (round blobs) with eyes, a mouth, arms and legs. And when you colour in, you don't just scribble anymore, you try to stay within the lines and colour the little details, like flowers for example.

Your third birthday party was small, indoors because of the weather, at our little place. Surrounded by family, you and your three big boy cousins ran crazily around, stepping around and over Smiley and Blossom. You loved your dinosaur cake and all your presents, although the highlight had to be when Grandpa presented you with a bike.

You went from not knowing how to pedal or ride a bike to fully pedalling, braking and steering in less than a week! You've always been amazing in this way, Turbo.

We love you, amazing boy, and pray you will be all that God has made you to be.

Excuses

2011-04-26T13:50:00.001+12:00

And the award for the most slack blogger goes to ME!

I've been avoiding you, blog. And the longer I stay away...

In all seriousness though, I have been sick...and busy. I have taken a while to recover from last week's sickness and then about a week ago, started feeling nauseous on top of it. Talk about hitting me while I'm down! And no, I'm not pregnant.

In all seriousness (again), I did get an award a week (or two) ago from the lovely lady at Creating Childhood Memories (still just LOVE the name of this blog!!)

Thank you! I am always so honoured when somebody like my blog. Here it is:

I was supposed to write 10 things about me and pass it on, but I think that boat has well and truly sailed so we'll move on.

And I've been busy because, over the Easter weekend, we had an

incredible conference, Shout conference, at our church with

Israel Houghton and Newbreed!!

They were flippin' awesome.

Israel is from Lakewood Church in Houston, Texas.

You just gotta listen to this song! And I heard it LIVE

My mouth was open at times. Ask Sammy. She had to close it once.

So it was full on and busy but TOTALLY worth it. I still feel like I need time to stop and download some of what was said. And Turbo had a ball. The kids conference was so well run and well thought out with heaps to do. Happy Turbo = happy me.

On Sunday we headed over to Sammy's house to catch up with family and do an Easter egg hunt for the kids. My other sister organised a game for the grown ups too, which got a little, erm...competitive. Picture Mr Samoa forcefully restraining Sammy from getting her next clue and my mom flat on her face after trying to run up the stairs in slippers!

To top off the lovely weekend, my parents took me and my two sisters to the movies last night. We nearly died of boredom during the movie (do NOT see Another Year!) but it was nice to get out.

I hope you had a lovely Easter! And hope to check in with you all soon

A little bit glad it's all over

2011-04-17T21:13:00.002+12:00

Warning: this is a long, rambling post. Probably indicative of the state my head is in. Stick with me if you can.

It's been a huge weekend with our 6 year wedding anniversary and Turbo's third birthday. And I have been as sick as a dog. Seriously. I haven't felt this sick in ages.

It started on Wednesday with a sore throat, and as I was going to the doctor for something else anyway, I got her to check me out. "It's viral," she declared, "so gargle with salt water, take some Panadol and you'll be ok in a few days." Great. I actually hate that virus word. It means there's nothing you can do about it so suck it up and get over it.

Thing is, I didn't get over it but got progressively worse over the next couple of days. Now I can handle a sore throat, blocked nose and foggy head. I can even handle a bit of a hacking cough. As mums we have to be a little bit tough and carry on. The kids do not wait for anything. But this! This was way worse. I felt like I had to lie down all the time, and on Thursday, I spent a large portion of the day on the couch while Smiley played around me and on me. Thankfully, Turbo was at kindy for the morning. Although, I nearly cried when I realised I had to drag myself off the couch to go and get him.

This sapped me of all strength, I couldn't talk very well and oh, the pain in my ears! On Friday morning, the pain in my ears was unbearable and Panadol was doing nothing. Back to the doctor I went, thinking she'd take one look in my throat and ears and prescribe me some strong drugs. "All clear, " she said. "Sometimes when your throat is sore, your ears get sore too." No kidding. She gave me some stronger pain relief and a precautionary script for antibiotics and sent me on my way.

By that afternoon, I was feeling no better, maybe even worse and I was starting to cough a very painful, hacking cough. I got Mr Samoa to come home early, get Turbo from kindy (I could not even get myself to the car) and go and get the antibiotics and some fish and chips for the boys.

In all of these happenings, I also ~~had to~~ managed to bake for Turbo's birthday morning tea, which was happening on Saturday at our house. That said, the baking was a disaster. Anyway.

After a night of fitful sleep, as you tend to have when your throat is killing you and you can't breathe through your nose, Turbo woke up at 5am. How can you tell him off when it's his birthday though? So around 6am, we put on our happy faces, grabbed the balloons Mr Samoa had blown up the night before, and entered his room singing Happy Birthday. He opened his presents and the long day began....cleaning the house for the party (which thankfully was just my family - 14 adults and 6 kids!!), cooking popcorn, ~~decorating and getting the garden ready~~. Didn't quite manage everything. The balloons didn't even get tied up and were all over the floor, but the kids all had fun kicking them around.

Turbo had a ball, which was the main thing. He got a bike from his Nana and Grandad and got to blow out his candles on his dinosaur cake. The 4 older boy cousins (which includes Turbo) ran around, made a mess and had fun. A successful party! I, however, was feeling terrible and sat down for a lot of the party, barely managing conversation. Check out some photos here...thanks Sammy!

After the party, my awesome parents cleaned up and then took Smiley home with them for the night. My first night away from him in almost 14 months! My mom was a bit apprehensive but knowing Smiley, all he needs is someone to cuddle and give him some attention and he's happy. I was right. He was totally fine, slept 12 hours straight during the night, gave them a two hour day nap (which is more than he gives me!!!!) and was all in all, "a delight" - my mom's words.

After a brief appearance at Scrag's awesome Toy Story party, (I thought I might just pass out during the treasure hunt, fun as it was), Mr Samoa delivered Turbo to his sister's house where he was spoiled and adored by his two older girl cousins all of the rest of Saturday and today.

Yes. It's true. We had a totally kid-free night ahead! After a long afternoon nap, I dragged myself out of bed, still feeling no better. I pulled on some jeans and flat shoes (Mr Samoa was lucky I even got out of my pyjamas) and we headed out for the long-awaited dinner at local restaurant. From what I could taste, the food was lovely. Mr Samoa loved his so I guess that's what counts? Instead of living it up, we headed home straight after where I crawled into bed and ate the delicious dessert my friend K had made us...even in my sick state I could taste this was good! Chocolate mousse cake with a biscuit base.
Mr Samoa = one piece.
Me = the rest. Yeah well, you gotta eat something when you're sick, right?

After another fitful night's sleep, slightly improved by nose spray, we woke up....by ourselves...not woken by kids....just by our own body clocks, at 7am. We sat around for a long time, amazed at all the time on our hands. My mom on the other hand informed me later that having Smiley with her and all that that involves made them late for church.

Mr Samoa then headed off to church while I raced over the bridge to pick up Smiley, thinking he'd be pining for me by now. He wasn't. I got a very mild welcome actually. Anyway, by then I was feeling awful again, totally sapped AGAIN so I had a little snooze on the couch. Don't you love moms? You can do that when you're at their house.

And this afternoon we picked up Turbo, who had had the time of his little life. And now, my two blessings are tucked up in bed, back him, safe and sound. Ah, a night away certainly does make you a bit more grateful.

So I am thankful for the weekend, but also glad it's over. I am starting to feel a bit better now. The antibiotics must be kicking in. Mr Samoa has one more all day meeting tomorrow and then it's holidays for him. Looking forward to that.

Did you manage to stay with me all the way to the end? I'm not usually a person of so many words. And some photos might help but I don't think I'm up to it. So this is it. I'll stop now.

Love - Wordless Wednesday

2011-04-13T07:00:00.002+12:00

LOVE

My Teddy

And my brother

Things I'm loving and grateful for

2011-04-08T22:07:00.000+12:00

The people in my life ♥

Being a SAHM has enabled me to build an incredibly supportive and positive community of other mums around me.
Friends and sisters, I am so grateful for all of you.
The relationships I've formed in these last few years will last a lifetime!

Here's a snapshot of my week.

(P.s. these are not photos of the actual events this week because I'm a slack blogger at the moment and forgot my camera.

In fact, I forget my camera most of the places I go nowdays. Losing my blogging mojo? Eeeek!)

Monday

Tuesday

Please excuse the blurriness!

Wednesday

Thursday

photo from here

Friday

These are not all of you that are special to me, of course.

But, flip, how blessed am I?

Linking up with:

Misunderstood.....again

2011-04-04T13:58:00.003+12:00

To be great is to be misunderstood.

-Ralph Waldo Emerson

I'm beginning to think this is going to be Turbo's motto for the moment. At least until he can gain full control of his strength and his emotions. I've lost count of the number of times he's been misunderstood lately.

He likes to roar. As a lot of boys do, I think. And he is VERY loud and vibrant. Asking him to be anything other than loud is impossible. It is how he has been designed. Part of who he is.

Today, as he ran past a little girl who was standing near her mother's leg, he roared at her. And because he has absolutely no concept of personal space, it was quite near to her face. The mother looked in horror from me, to Turbo to her daugther, who had started to whimper. And I have to admit, I pretended I had not seen a thing.

You see I am sick to death of apologising for who Turbo is. "I'm sorry, he didn't do anything to your child, he's just loud.." or "..he's just being a little rough, sorry." When in actual fact, he's really just being a boy.

We were at McDonalds playground, my frequent afternoon hangout of late, and a little girl walked in, took one look at Turbo, who was zooming around and yelling in excitement, and ran out scared. She brought her dad back in with her, who, by the way, was very nice. But this girl was in a school uniform. Don't they have boys at her school? Has she never seen one before? Maybe not one of Turbo's kind?

Turbo's not often mean. He's not one to hit or shove or bite unless provoked. And this same full on, roaring, strong boy, will take another child's hand, saying "Come, come, I'll show you", and lead them gently down the slide if they're scared. His confidence is astounding. He'll make friends wherever he goes and climb high up ladders and towers at playgrounds.

These 'misunderstandings' happen often. You would think these mothers had never been around other children sometimes. But it's so nice, every so often to meet someone who not only understands, but has one like Turbo. The children click instantly and hoot with laughter as they roar in each other's faces and yell at the top of their voices. Ah, a kindred spirit.

I do think Turbo is an amazing little boy, with great capacity within him. He's just a little misunderstood at the moment.

What about you? Have you experienced what I'm talking about? Have you got a child like Turbo?

Easter decadence and a giveaway!

2011-03-30T16:43:00.001+13:00

Yes, Easter is almost upon us already. And Easter wouldn't be Easter without hot cross buns, of course. I can't recall an Easter without them.

My earliest memory of them is the very early morning Easter services held at the Anglican Church we grew up in, followed by hot cross buns and coffee at the Reverend's house. I must have been about nine. I never liked hot cross buns then. They grew on me as I got older.

When Baker's Delight approached me to sample of their hot cross buns, I was keen to be a part of it. I'm not a huge hot cross bun fan, but I was sold when I heard there were options available other than the plain ones.

Baker's Delight have three types of hot cross buns on offer this Easter:

traditional, choc chip and mocha.

Any guesses for which was my favourite?

If you guessed mocha, you guessed right, me being the coffee lover that I am. They were pure indulgent, decadence. Full of choc chips with a hint of coffee flavouring. And I could only manage to eat one at a time...which is a good thing.These are definitely my recommendation. Even if you're not a coffee drinker, the flavour is only hinted at and does not overpower the other flavours of the bun.

Mr Samoa's favourite, however, was the plain, old traditional bun. Turbo would not touch any of them, but then what's new there? And Smiley liked the choc chip...based on the overwhelming evidence that when he was presented with the mocha or traditional, they were chucked off his tray.

The choc chip or mocha ones are definitely the right option for people who don't like currants or sultanas (I'm talking to you, Sammy).

In terms of whether these buns are better than the good old supermarket variety, Mr Samoa (a hot cross bun fan) certainly thinks so.

You may also be interested to know on Saturday 9 April ,‘Bundraiser’ Day will see all Bakers Delight bakeries across New Zealand, donate $1 from every six-pack of hot cross buns sold to Starship Children’s Hospital in an effort to raise more than $5,000 for Starship’s Air Ambulance Service.

I am a HUGE fan of Starship and all the help they gave Turbo, see here and here, so
I know I'll be getting along to my local baker's Delight next Saturday.

Now for the giveaway.....

The first 5 (New Zealanders) to comment on this post will receive a Baker's Delight voucher for a pack of hot cross buns to use at your local branch. Get in quick!

An actual laugh out loud

2011-03-26T07:41:00.001+13:00

I'm grateful for things that make me laugh.

So my lovely friend, Leisl, has a blog, as mentioned in the last post. She is a witty and talented writer. And by the way, this is not a plug for her blog. Just the plain facts. She's brilliant.

Read this little excerpt:
"The next time someone tries to tell you that having children close together in age is a good idea, tell them to get lost. Seriously. They have either never tried this particular brand of torture out themselves, or they’re so badly traumatised by it, they’ve split off a personality that keeps the horror at bay.

Alas, I was dragged like a hapless fool into believing this conspiracy theory. But here’s the thing – all that rubbish about them being best friends when they’re older? What they don’t tell you is that the REASON they’re best friends is because their mother turns into a psycho nut-job and they need to join ranks to defend themselves against her."

And then she went on to say how her husband came home to find her jumping on the bed with ther baby in her arms and...o, you better read it for yourself. This got an actual laugh out loud from me. How often do we put the famous LOL and truthfully, it's only a moderate chuckle, or a smile.

Maybe its that I know her and can picture the scene in my head. Or maybe it's because I've been there, in her shoes. O, the ridiculous and desperate things I did to get my boys to sleep at times.

And just for fun, here's a song that I just can't get out of my head. You know those ones with the extremely catchy and contagious tunes? You've been warned.

Linking up with....

Turned the corner but still remember

2011-03-24T13:51:00.001+13:00

I spoke to my amazing friend Leisl the other day, who called from South Africa on my birthday. We were in high school together and are still really good friends, despite the thousands of miles that now separate us. Thank you, God, for technology!

She has two boys, one of which is just five months old. And still wakes up three or four times a night. I really feel for her, and can totally relate. Because I was there not long ago. Unfortunately for me, this continued until Smiley was 11 months old (which was not welcome news to Leisl!). Remember this post?

I was so desperate, especially as I had done all the 'right' things. I had a good bed time routine set up and Smiley could soothe himself to sleep unaided. But when it hit 10pm, it was like none of that counted for anything.

I was exhausted, running on empty, and honestly surprised I did not develop post-natal depression as I did after the birth of Turbo.

http://weheartit.com/entry/8185940

Now I've turned the corner and I'm on the other side. I get a good night's sleep most nights, although my boys are early wakers and we're up at 6am. I refuse to complain about the early start. I know where we've come from.

The breakthrough was not by accident by the way. And he fought hard. But thankfully only for three or four nights. And this was not my first attempt either. I had tried at four months, which took weeks. And then he swiftly regressed back to square one, even though I was not feeding in the night and not going in to him.

So, what I'm trying to say is that I've been there....

When you're incapable of making any decisions because your brain is in such a fog.

When all you feel like doing is crawling into bed but you always have to keep going.

When your eyes feel constantly heavy-lidded and tears often and easily flow.

When you get sick because your body has absolutely no reserves.

When you have no patience (poor Turbo often got the worst of me) and feel like you're going to tip over the edge at any moment.

When you want to strangle other mothers who have babies younger than yours who sleep through the night.

When you wonder constantly what it is you're doing wrong...especially if it's your second time around with a baby who doesn't sleep well.

So I wanted to send cyber hugs and some prayers to any mums going through that awful phase where the night wakings are still frequent, and where you live in a constant fog, just trying to survive the day.

It does pass! I promise.

The BEST night

2011-03-21T13:44:00.000+13:00

I had the BEST night for my recent birthday celebration.

Dinner in a lovely, intimate, Italian restuarant, surrounded by close friends and family.

I'm not a 'hold a huge party type' girl. I'd rather have a few close friends around me and keep things more low key.

There was a cake (rich, dense amazing chocolate mud cake!! thanks Mom) and candles and a few elegant decorations.

The food was scrumptious and the cocktails, delicious!

I got to talk to and enjoy the company of everyone there.

I was totally blown away by the gifts I received, too. They were exactly what I would love to buy for myself. Shows how these amazing people all know me so well.

I felt soooo spoilt.

And I got really dressed up, of course...a women's perogative on her birthday.

And for the benefit of linking up with Fancy Pants.

Dress by Cue, heels by Hannahs,

and hair done with a ghd straightner by my talented friend K

A little bit busy

2011-03-18T13:11:00.000+13:00

It's a bit of a crazy week! Busy, busy.

Turbo has dropped his day nap so there's ~~much less~~ no down time during the day.

Bit of a shock to the system.

Things are coming at us thick and fast. Good things, I should add.

Like being approached by a neighbour as I got out of my car on Monday about moving into one of his rental properties in a couple of months.

Round the corner. The right size house, the right price.

No hassle, no looking through house after house with the other 100 applicants.

A little bit of a blessing in this rental crisis we're having!!

And to top it all off (cue music....da da da da), I'm turning 30 on Sunday! EEEEEEK!

Life begins after 30 right?

No, seriously. I don't think I've ever been more settled in who I am than now.

Anyone else find the same?

This was meant to be my Wordless Wednesday photo entitled "Dreaming of Summer."

It's amazing what things they manage to take into bed with them. Cute huh?

Hope your week is going well!

Bad mummy moments

2011-03-11T22:20:00.001+13:00

What do you get when you put Turbo in a room full of little girls?

A lot of scared little girls who then start crying!

My coffee group met at my little place on Tuesday. Which is fine. But my place is, well, quite little for a group gathering. Turbo was his usual self that morning and we played inside (well I frantically cleaned, as you do before guests come over) until it was almost time for them to arrive.

Error number one. We played inside all morning.

So when they first girl arrived, Turbo literally started bouncing off the walls. Literally.

He was jumping on the couches, on the chairs, and roaring and bellowing loudly into the one year old little girl's face. As you can imagine, she clung like a limpet to her mom. And so loud were his roars that they woke Smiley up from his nap. Great, a 20 minute nap = a grumpy little boy.

Then more mothers arrived with more of their little girls. Turbo managed to make one cry before she even got a foot in the door.

Error number two. I was still keeping him inside. Although when you're the hostess, it's a little hard to exit the room.

The roaring continued, along with jumping around and throwing toys in the small space. My efforts to restrain him and calm him fell on deaf ears. He was not listening to me at all.

And then I felt it. Sheer embarrassment. It's been a while since I felt that about Turbo. He was out of control and I had no idea what to do.

Error number three. You're still inside, lady! Don't you get it?

My nightmare is having kids like you see on Super Nanny or Nanny 911. Out of control, kids calling the shots, and desperate, powerless-looking mothers. Shudder.

I finally took him outside. He then threw his bike at another little girl. I marched him into his room, trying to get a grip on my emotions. I prayed. I just wanted everyone with their little girls (nothing against girls, just in the moment kind of thinking) to go home! Where the heck were some boys anyway?!

After a bit of trampoline jumping he calmed down. I then finally realised he needed to let off steam. A typical characteristic of a spirited child. His acting out was a result of pent up energy, coupled with the excitement of unexpected visitors (I had forgotten to tell him people were coming...another no-no for spirited children). Duh!

On the whole though, things have been a lot harder since Mr Samoa started work. He definitely is listening to me a lot less and it's harder to get him to do things. Frustration station!

Could he still be adjusting too? Children feel things as much as we do. He's used to having his dad around a whole lot more. And I've been told they also go through testosterone surges at certain ages. He'll be three next month. Could that be a typical age for that? I really need to read more...in my ample spare time.

Anyway, the coffee group ended up ok. The little girl who had clung to her mother like a limpet at the beginning was laughing at Turbo's crazy antics by the end. And Smiley, despite being woken, was his usual cheerful and lovely self.

I know we all have these days. And that it's part of being a mom. But you always want your kid to not be like that, you know what I mean? You want your kid to show with his behaviour what a darn good mom you are. Yeah right. Ha ha!

Thing is, we're great mothers in spite of their challenging behaviour. Even in our worst motherhood moments.

Haircut hysterics

2011-03-08T17:41:00.000+13:00

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To say Turbo does not like having his hair cut is an understatement. We only cut it every few months because he goes into absolute hysterics. Every. single. time.

Turbo is loud at the best of times. We live in a block of units. I can't imagine what the neighbours thought when at 5.30pm last night, there were tortured screams and hysterical sobbing, non-stop for about 15 minutes. Non- stop. From the depth of his belly, he used his lungs full force. I'm not talking about the kind of crying kids do when they don't want to sleep. This is much worse. My stress levels go through the roof.

And for what? A skew, terribly done, shorter in some patches hair cut. Mr Samoa does his best but when your subject is also thrashing for some of the time, it kind of limits what one can do.

Then to top it all off, I popped him straight into the shower, where he once again, went hysterical, because he doesn't like water coming down into his face. I had to forcefully hold him in the shower just to rinse the hair off his body. It left me wondering where the heck we had gone wrong.

I am actually getting a little worked up just writing about it!

We bought clippers to avoid this happening at a salon, but I wonder, would it be better to let the experts try?

Do you have any toddler hair cutting tips? Surely it can't be like every time?

Grateful For & Things I'm Loving

2011-03-05T09:17:00.000+13:00

Parents who can babysit and good movies!

Mr Samoa and I went out last night, just us. It was so needed.

We saw The King's Speech

I enjoyed every minute of it. So worth it if you're looking for a movie to see.

Colin Firth is such a great actor and played the role so incredibly well.

And his relationship with his wife was beautiful. She was so full of love and support for him.

What a gem of a movie. See it!

Dancing in the rain
Don't you love the way children delight in the simple things?
Here's Turbo having an absolute ball in the rain.
Which is what we're having quite a lot of lately.

A bit of magic in the garden
Caused by all the recent rain.

Joining in with these two today

Smiley has his first party

2011-03-01T16:10:00.001+13:00

Today the nation observed two minutes silence in honour of those lives the Christchurch earthquake claimed. When you live far away from the devastation, one can easily forget what people are going through, even when it's in your own country.

In one sense, life has to go on. Like this couple who got married only days after she was pulled from the rubble. And of course Smiley's party, on that same day. We've all had a rough week, filled with emotion. But we had a great day on Saturday, surrounded by family and good friends. We felt so blessed!

The party was a Summer Fun theme - so easy to put together. We held it at a park, which I highly recommend (no messy house to clean up afterwards!) and the weather was lovely.

We had beach ball biscuits, chocolate fish diving into blue jelly, a fish-shaped cake, the popcorn and chips in buckets, and instead of balloons and streamers, blow up arms bands, tubes and beach balls!

Thanks to everyone who came and helped make it a great day!

And thank you for all your generous gifts. We love you all.

Love from Canada

2011-02-28T19:47:00.000+13:00

The lovely Dawn of Puzzle Pieces decided a few months ago to send 3 people a gift, just because. And I was one of them. Beautiful aren't they? Especially the personal touches and the handmade cards.

They took 3 months to arrive...hence the little Christmas goodies.

Thank you, Dawn!

It's so lovely to receive something in the mail, especially all the way from Canada.

And especially when so much has been happening here in New Zealand.

Check out her blog. It's awesome!

A long road ahead

2011-02-24T12:55:00.001+13:00

I am so heart sore for the people of Christchurch. With non-stop media coverage all day, we see the events unfolding almost as they happen. It's going to be a long road to recovery for Christchurch. A long, long road. And the people will need all the support they can get. Gail from Delightfully Diva-ish has organised a sponsored walk

Please click to sponsor this awesome initiative if you have not donated yet. I know I will be getting behind them.

Thank you

Earthquake in Christchurch

2011-02-23T08:07:00.001+13:00

If you live overseas and have not heard about the earthquake here in the South Island of New Zealand, please pray.

It's devastating to watch the TV coverage and think that this is happening in our own country.

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Pray that those still trapped (over a hundred people) are rescued soon.

Pray that those who have already lost loved ones (65 confirmed dead so far) find comfort somehow.

As I lay in bed last night, warm and safe, my kids tucked up and asleep, my heart was sore.
Imagine not having a place for my boys to live. Imagine not knowing if they were safe. This is what some people are facing right now.

Thinking of you and praying for you Cantabrians!

For updates:

http://www.nzherald.co.nz/nz/news/article.cfm?c_id=1&objectid=10708163

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- Phone 0900 33 200 to make an automatic $20 donation
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- Mail a cheque (made payable to New Zealand Red Cross) to: Canterbury Earthquake Appeal, Freepost 232690, PO Box 12-140, Thorndon, Wellington 6144.

Dear Smiley, you're one!

2011-02-22T14:34:00.000+13:00

My little, sunshine boy. You, who bring warmth and light into our world, with your chocolate brown eyes and toothy smile. With your long, deep cuddles where you bury your head in my shoulder and wrap your chubby arms around my neck. I love the smell of you!

You are one adorable little boy. In every way.

You're walking so fast now, and often lean forward with the speed of it. Your legs can't keep up and so often you land up on the floor! But in no time at all, you're up and on the move again.

You love being around your older brother and miss him when he's at kindy. It warms my heart to see you two starting to play together and enjoy each other.

You're a feisty little thing and hate not getting your way. We have to watch our heads because you show your disapproval by 'hitting' whatever or whoever is near you. Turbo often gets a hard smack on back of the head, using whatever is in your hand. Ouch!

You're sleeping much better now, thank goodness, and often sleep 10 to 11 hours straight at night. You're now completely drinking formula and have three cups a day. You really love your milk. And Mommy feels like a new woman now that you don't want it from her!

You've still just got your six teeth you had when I last wrote about you at 8 months old. Although I think some could be making their way through soon.

You're fascinated by birds and love to watch them in the mornings with a piece of Marmite toast in your hand. But you're very scared of dogs and scramble to get away from them, yowling loudly when they bark.

Your Daddy loves your cute character that is emerging and the way you giggle when he chases you, or throws you up into the air.

You came into our lives, unplanned, at a time when we felt we couldn't handle any more. But you have been an absolute joy, Smiley, and I am so glad you're mine. You came at the right time.

We love you more than words

Love Mommy and Daddy

P.s. Your party is on Saturday, but Nana came to celebrate with us today. Lucky you, Smiley. You are so loved.

Dear Mr Virus-Maker Man

2011-02-20T20:27:00.000+13:00

So you managed to bypass our anti-virus software and give our computer a virus. Good on you. Give yourself a pat on the back.

We were without our computer for 3 days, (quite a nice break actually) and had to visit my clever brother-in-law to fix it. It only took him a couple of hours.

So the inconvenience to my life was not that great. But I'm sure contriving the virus and getting it right took you a long time.

They say people like you are very clever. I disagree. Why would someone who was so clever, spend their time trying to bring inconvenience and disorder to other peoples' lives? Don't you have a life of your own to get on with? Obviously not.

So I pity you. And implore you...please get a life!

Wordless Wednesday: the epitome of manliness to me

2011-02-16T12:56:00.000+13:00

An award!

2011-02-15T20:49:00.001+13:00

Finally getting some computer time!

I would like to thank Sammy at Cherished for giving me this award:

Yeah!

Here's what you gotta do:

1. Thanks and link back to the blogger who passed this award onto you

2. Share 7 things about yourself

3. Award other recently discovered great bloggers

4. Contact these bloggers and tell them about the award.

Now I have to tell you 7 things about me:

1. I'm only 155cm tall. People sometimes comment how Turbo almost looks as big as me.

2. I wanted a girl both times I fell pregnant but I now I love having two boys.

3. I had never had a boyfriend before Mr Samoa...that's not counting the silly ones when I was 13 and 14.

5. I like to be accomplishing something all the time, even if it's just keeping the house clean...and I love lists.

6. One of my greatest fears/insecurities is that I'm not quite good enough.

7. I ~~adore~~ ~~love~~ like coffee quite a bit. Trim mocha is my drink of choice at the moment. The 'trim' part is a recent addition to a healthier 2011.

Here are the recently(ish) discovered blogs I would like to pass the award onto:

Lyns of Once Upon a Time

Meghan of MNMs

Sarah of Catching the Magic

Elizabeth of Lizzy's Letters

Naomi of the Strange Little Happenings of Us

Latte Junkie

Hope you're having a fab week!

Things I'm loving

2011-02-11T07:47:00.007+13:00

Linking up with Paisley Jade today

I am loving....

Making my own bread. And not in a breadmaker! In the oven like our mothers would have done. It's yummy, although quite ~~stodgy~~ dense at the moment. Have some tweaking to do me thinks.

That Smiley is such a great eater. Turbo, my eldest, is THE most fussy eater. So it's so nice to have a boy that eats well and tries most things.

Devouring pasta

That Turbo has started kindy for two mornings a week. It is quite wierd having all this time with Smiley, and I have to admit I have been a little bored. So used to the busyness of two I think.

What you can do with all the free photo editing software out there, like Photoscape. This ordinary image now looks so much better with a few tweaks. Would love a better quality camera but hey, gotta go with what I have for now.

A bowl of chips and coffee (yes they go together fine. Coffee goes with anything don't you know?) with Sammy last night at the Belgian Beer Cafe. Exactly what I needed. Some amazing company and some time to just be me and not a mommy. When I was driving there it felt strange not to have Smiley in the car seat behind me. Like someone was missing.

What are you loving right now?

Taking care of ourselves

2011-02-09T13:35:00.001+13:00

I ♥ NZ's Rhema (radio station) as I have mentioned on my blog before. Such great topics that are relevant and often exactly what I need to hear that day.

Everyday they have a marriage segment and today I happened to be driving when it came on (I only ever listen to the radio in the car).

The woman on the radio, who has been working with married couples for over 30 years and written several books, said that when we, as women, stop taking care of ourselves, it translates a message to our husbands that we don't care about them!

She was not talking about having to be supermodel gorgeous, but about taking what we have and making an effort. You may be a little overweight, not like your legs (like me!), be unable to get a tan (me again!), have non-existant eyelashes unless you wear mascara (um, me again), or whatever it is...that doesn't matter. He just wants to see you making an effort. Doing your hair, a little make-up, dressing well.

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I have always been a firm believer in taking care of myself, not only for for my husband but for me as well. Taking care of myself is a legacy my mom passed on to me. She never left the house without makeup or doing her hair. She always takes care with what she wear and tries to look her best. And so I do the same. And when I got married, somewhere in my subsonscious I knew this was important to my husband.

The speaker also mentioned that when we stop taking care of ourselves, our husbands feel powerless to talk to us about it. I mean, it's one of the most senstive issues for a woman. So instead of adressing it, they go silent.

So tell me what you think. Do you think this is true?
Have you let yourself go since getting married or having kids?

Fancy pants

2011-02-07T19:43:00.000+13:00

I took Friday night's opportunity to take some photos and finally link up with Kym's Fancy Pants linky on her blog A Day in the Life of Us. Love this blog by the way!

The date night was wonderful, although a little bit sabotaged by me. When I found out what the plans were, I decided I wanted to do something else and we ended up spending way over our budget. Mr Samoa was not happy with me. Lesson learnt. The one who plans the date calls the shots.

I don't wear dresses often but it did make me feel so feminine!
Totally forgot to take close ups of any items...like my shoes which are one of favourites.
I also forgot to wear any jewellery...do you ever do that? So busy getting the kids organised that I can't remember anything. Anyway.

Wearing a $20 (on sale) dress bought at The House of G (otherwise known as Glassons).
Mr Samoa's outfit mostly from Farmers.

Reasons to be cheerful and what I'm grateful for

2011-02-04T12:17:00.001+13:00

So many reasons to be cheerful and grateful in my life.

I love living life seeing the bright side, and although I don't always succeed, a post like this can really help you see what you do have

1. Mr Samoa started work officially this week and is enjoying it. He's a bit tired at the end of each day but still, he's getting to do what he loves (teaching) and being paid for it 2. Smiley has had a 'virus' this week. That's the word the doctor uses when they have no idea what is wrong with your child but they are quite obviously not well. Anyway. He's been attached to me and in hysterics if I try to put him down. This face all week:But he's finally showing signs of improvement today after being unwell since Saturday. Yay! 3. We bought a car! A few weeks back I posted how both of our cars broke down in the same week. One for good. So we've got a bit of a loan to pay off but it's heavenly to drive our spacious new car 4. Turbo starts kindy next week. We had two visits to the centre this week and of course, Turbo, being Turbo, has taken to it like a duck to water. 5. I over heard my wonderful hubby organising for his sister to come over and babysit tonight. Woohoo date night tonight! 6. And the most wonderful news....(to me, that is - I'm sure other sleep deprived mothers can identify)...Smiley has started to sleep thorugh the night!! After this desperate post, I was at wit's end. Not coping. And after just 2 nights, he now sleeps for most of the night, maybe waking once. Can't count my chickens, though, as Smiley is very random and could change anytime. I have to stay consistent. But very grateful all the same. Linking up with these two:

Why don't you join in?

Children's Book review

2011-01-31T10:11:00.002+13:00

Thanks to Kiwi Mummy Blogs, I got a lovely new book for Turbo to read and review in the "Your Money" series called "What is money?".

I've found that this is good age (two years, 9 months) to start introducing the concept of money, although I'm sure you could do that earlier. We coincided the book with the introduction of a piggy bank (well, elephant actually) and Turbo has started saving some coins.

He was immediately interested in the book because of it's lovely colourful illustrations that have lots to look at and discuss. The messages in the book are sound and easy to grasp. The book dicusses how children come to have money (doing chores, birthdays, a treat), saving money, not spending it on the wrong thing, and keeping money safe.

At the end of the book, it explains that there are more important things in life than having money or possessions like playing a game with your dad.

Since receiving it a couple of weeks back, we have read "the money book" several times a day at Turbo's request. And every single night before bedtime, despite my efforts to interest him in another book (because I'M tired of it!!).

In Turbo's eyes (the eyes that matter!), I'd say we have a winner.

If you’d like a copy, click here to purchase from Fishpond http://www.fishpond.co.nz/Books/Childrens/Fiction/Business_Economics/9780750260954/?cf=3&rid=892116951&i=4&keywords=what+is+money

A little bit of this and that

2011-01-28T16:37:00.000+13:00

You would think after receieving such a lovely gift from Mr Samoa, I might remember to wear it more than once. Not the case. Apparently I now need to create a habit of wearing it. Who would have thought?

The culprit has claimed another victim. My wonderful mom stayed the night last to help me out while Mr Samoa is away. After getting up several times last night, my mom took over in the early hours of the morning. Apparently she was up for two hours with him!
And so a rather shattered and exhausted mom has now left me to it. At least she has seen it firsthand and knows I'm not kidding about how bad he is at the moment.

My mom with my gorgeous niece

I feel this leaves me no option but to leave him to cry. I am going to put my mattress next to his cot, though, and offer reassurance every now and then. And if he wakes ~~Angel~~ Turbo, we will just have to deal with that.

Who would have thought I'd he calling Turbo an angel!! But he is. A delight.

Thankful for that.

Smiley took his first steps a couple of weeks ago, a week before he turned 11 months. And now he's really going for it. So cute to see! Motherhood is so full of contradictory emotions. I am such a tired, exhuasted, frustrated, but very proud and full of love Mama. Here's a little video on the very day he took his first steps:

(Sorry it's sideways but i don't know how to edit it...I did download software and try!)

And nothing like coffee with some other awesome bloggers to pick you up a little.
You probably have already, but check out the great blogs of Sammy, Gail and Simone.
Note to self: remember to pay next time before you leave the cafe!

A sheepish thanks to Gail and Sammy. I owe you!

My friend doubt

2011-01-27T08:22:00.000+13:00

Love times a thousand the message we had at church Sunday morning. This particular preacher tends to bring a real, new perspective on passages of the Bible that we've all heard many times before.

This was the story of the journey of Mary, Jesus' mother, prior to His birth and the growing up part of Jesus' life up until He was about 12 years old. Long story short, even though Mary had been visited by angels before Jesus' birth, visited by shepherds and strange, wise men after His birth, and had a huge star above the place she gave birth (I thought of this one!), her and Joseph were still amazed by the words Simeon spoke when they took Jesus to the temple when He was a week or so old.

New Zealand actress Keisha Castle-Hughes playing Mary in the movie The Nativity Story

Photo from here

And spite of all that had happened and all that was said, she was still surprised when 12 year old Jesus went missing after the annual trip to Jerusalem and was later found in the temple, learning from the scholars and asking questions.

She had a friend that we all have: doubt. And we tend to get more and more friendly with doubt as the years pass by and the words we once believed have not yet happened.

But without doubt, there is no room for faith. If we weren't doubtful about the outcome of something, we wouldn't need to exercise our faith because we'd already know that it was going to be ok.

Yes! Doubt is my friend. Because it gives me the opportunity to be a woman of faith.

Perfume, baby!

2011-01-26T07:30:00.000+13:00

Thanks so much for all your kind words on my last post.
Reading it now, it does sound quite dramatic - Torture Chamber, ha ha - but that's how I honestly feel...tortured!!
I would like to say things are better but they're not. In fact, last night was an all time low. And now Mr Samoa is away for three days.
But let's not go there
So I'll talk about something nice that's happened to me lately instead.

True to his word, Mr Samoa bought me perfume with his first paycheck. I haven't had perfume in a looooong time. I didn't even know where to start. So I pretty much bought the first one I liked the smell of within my price range.

I am loving wearing....

It's amazing how wonderful a spritz of nice smelling stuff can make you feel....feminine and lovely.

Love you Mr Samoa. You've made me a happy lady ♥

What makes you feel feminine and lovely?

The torture chamber

2011-01-24T08:58:00.000+13:00

A.K.A. Smiley's bedroom

It began at 11.30pm. I was in that lovely deep slumber that you fall into an hour or so after going to sleep. Smiley was up.
I fed him quickly and popped him back into bed which is usually all I have to do. He started crying again before I'd even reached the door. Damn.

I picked him up again and fed him again. He finished feeding and looked up at me, wide awake. Double damn.

At that point the options are leave him to cry, which can last for over an hour or try to settle him. Patting does not work, he gets even more upset. And (stupidly in this case!) I prefer not use a dummy with my babies. So into my arms he came and I began pacing the torture chamber, his head on my shoulder.

About 10 minutes later I gently put him down. He starts crying as soon as he hits the cot. I pick him and start pacing again.

15 minutes later I gently lay him down and leave the room. Phew. I lie down and start to drift off. Blissful sleep.

The culprit, who is also criminally cute

The crying begins again shortly after. Mr Samoa gets up. It's his second week of his new job tomorrow. Not a good look to be yawning. Anyway.

10 minutes later he emerges from the chamber. The crying starts up again. I storm into the room and yell at Smiley. Yes, I did. I am a crazy woman in the middle of the night. Of course, this makes him cry even more.

I try feeding him again. This doesn't work. By this time I've been up an hour anyway. Should have just left him to cry. Problem is, in our small unit, you hear, with clarity, every gut-wrenching wail. And despite ear plugs, I can still hear and am on edge the whole time, almost crying myself. O, and he'll often wake Turbo. And another thing, I swore I would never leave my Smiley to cry after all we went through with Turbo.

So the pacing starts again. I am deperate by now. Eventually his body goes limp and I am able to lay him down. I fall back alseep.

You would think this would be all for the night but no, there's more!

1am the crying begins again. In hindsight, I should have given him paracetamol at this point, but instead I stumbled groggily into the chamber and began pacing, tripping over my own feet in my exhuastion. Thankfully this time it was quick.

3.45am he's up again. I feed him this time. I know I shouldn't, but I am at my wits' end.

5.20 am he's up. And this time, despite both Mr Samos and I settling him, he will not go to sleep. At 6am I turn on his light and put some toys in his cot. He screams even louder. 5 minutes later he settles down. It's shortlived though. Turbo is now up. The day has begun. I am not ready for it. I am exhausted.

Please, please, God, may tonight be better.

So now you also know why I am absent from blogland every few days. Just trying to survive.

{Note: Sorry, but I'm not looking for advice. I know enough sleep training methods to write a book after all I've been through with both boys. I did have Smiley sleeping through the night at 5 months, but at great cost to me. What you can do is pray for me. Thanks!}

Dear Turbo

2011-01-18T14:41:00.000+13:00

You're two years and nine months today. Random age, I know, but you are growing and changing so fast and I don't want to forget

how amazing you are.

On Sunday, one of the awesome ladies who look after our kids at church, said I need the award for the fittest mother! They were playing a game where they call two names and those two children run across the room. You, Turbo, ran every single time whether your name was called or not. And there were a lot of kids!

You are fiercely loyal and tell us off when either one of us raise our voices at each other. You are talking in short sentences now. Sentences like, "Mummy, I don't want it" is a favourite, mostly concerning dinner, or "Mummy, come see, ober dere" (over there) is another one we hear frequently. Your Daddy often tells you he's proud of you, so often you say it back to us.

A really strange but cute word you have come up with is 'tikkamaa'.

You use that to refer to any boy racer type car. In the movie Cars, there are four boy racer cars that come and put Mack to sleep on the freeway/highway. When these cars accelerate, the noise they make is tikkamaaaaaa (hold the maaa and go upwards in pitch towards end). Don't worry if you don't get it. It's quite hard to explain. Only two year old brains really get it.

You LOVE other children and will make friends wherever you go. You often follow a group of kids around and join in their game whether they like it or not. But most times, they end up liking you anyway. I mean, what's not to like?

I can count the number of time we have a had a toilet accident on my one hand. And always number one accidents. You are amazing!

You love your younger brother but are having a hard time sharing your toys now that's he's mobile. He often ruins your games and wants what you're playing with. We're doing our best to be fair to both of you. But I can imagine Smiley must be extremely annoying sometimes.

You hate brushing your teeth and always make a fuss of it, even though we do it every single day. Your persistence is a thing to be admired.

You have very good manners for your age, and are especially good at saying thank you. It's so nice to hear your cute little "Senk you!" when I do something for you.

Other adults say you are a joy to have around and listen well, and my heart swells with pride. We do, of course, have our days, like this morning, when you wailed all the way through the mall to the car because you didn't want to walk. You are always loud, and commit fully to everything you do, including your meltdowns.

You are, and will always be, my amazing, loving,

spirited ~~baby~~ little boy

Fizzy Saturdays

2011-01-17T15:40:00.000+13:00

I think this is my fourth cup of filter cofee today. Not good. But some days, I really just ~~need~~ want it.
And an awesome friend gave me some carrot cake...can't have that without coffee right? Right?

This year Mr Samoa and I are going to get a bit more healthy. Mr Samoa does not drink any water! Yip, nil H20. Really not good. And we eat our fair share of chocolate, biscuits and ice cream. But I'd say it's what we drink that is the main contributor to our slightly fuller waistlines that have appeared in the last year or so.

So the goals are simple:

More water - which means no cordial in the house, which is Mr Samoa's standby drink. Water with meals. A little ice makes a big difference.

Less fizzy - actually we're aiming for just on Saturdays but not quite there yet. Mr Samoa gently reminded me that when someone has been doing something a certain way his whole life, it's a bit much to expect them to change in one day. And we've changed to Coke Zero/Diet on most occasions. I'm totally not liking it but I'll get used to it. Surprisingly Mr Samoa is fine with this change.

Trim milk - we have only ever bought dark blue, full fat milk. We've changed to light blue now. And it's not so bad. I can however taste the difference. So that also means I have to remember to order trim mochas when I get my coffees. Haven't remembered every time so far.

Less sugar - so that means less mochas and more cappucinos. I'm not saying no mochas, just less. Because when I say I can't have it, that will be the one thing I do want. Anyone else like that? And less sugar means thinking twice before buying that icecream or chocolate. We don't have a lot of that in the house, it's when we go out that we feel we need something to eat to go with the outing. Is that wierd?

For us, the key to making it sustainable is for it to be do-able. So I'm not saying NO anything, just less.

We're out in the open now. It's more final when on paper (or screen?).

Will see how we go and report back in a month or so...more for my benefit than for yours. Sorry if this bores you!

So let's fill up that glass (of water!!!) and say cheers to a new way for us this year!

image source

Anyone else have any goals like these for this 2011?

Recapturing romance

2011-01-15T13:21:00.001+13:00

This Saturday I'm grateful for date nights

Lately I've been yearning for those days when Mr Samoa and I were dating. Butterflies in my tummy, thoughts consumed by him all day.

I know, I know. That's not what marriage is about...feelings.

But just a little of those feelings is good to have sometimes. You know, just a little more...zing, for want of a better word. And I'm not talking about sex.

We're coming up to our sixth wedding anniversary in a few months.

We've been together seven years in total now.

And I have heard of the seven year itch. Yikes!!!

Not being with Mr Samoa has never been an option. The D-word (divorce) is not in our vocabulary and goes against everything we stand for.

But I can see how people with different values and beliefs would go looking elsewhere when the feelings go walking.

Like in the movie Eat, Pray, Love. I'm not a fan of it.

In these times, we choose to love and say those loving words and we know that soon the feelings will follow.

But we have decided to be a little more proactive in our date nights and inject a bit more romance into our marriage.

I volunteered to organise the first night. So I got my mom to babysit and we set off on our romantic adventure.

I took him to Mount Eden that has lots of lovely cafes and cute shops. But we didn't do the usual and go out for coffee or dessert. I told Mr Samoa to pick the thing he would most like to eat or drink and get it takeaway.

He chose a chocolate milkshake! I, of course, got a coffee, a mochacino to be exact, and a piece of chocolate mouse cake. Yum!

Then I took Mr Samoa to the top of Mount Eden. We sat wrapped in each other's arms, drinking in the beautiful sunset, looking for landmarks, chatting about nothing and enjoying each other's presence. No kid-talk was allowed.

It was different and it was simple. Yet it was exactly what we needed.

Nights like these are going to become a regular occurence in our marriage.And we don't even have to leave our house. Candles and dinner in the garden?

Since having Smiley, these nights taken a back seat.

We're so darn tired and busy.

But I don't want to be wishing for more in our marriage.

I want to make it happen instead.

We also realised we had different definitions of what romance was. Any guesses for what one of Mr Samoa's definitions was?

If you've got any different, simple ideas for recapturing romance, please leave me a comment. I'd love to hear them!

The winner is...

2011-01-13T17:09:00.000+13:00

Been a bit absent from blogland. A lot's been going on.

One car down with a leak, then within days the second car died...for good.

She had it coming but it's still sad.

So have been trying to sort out a car for Mr Samoa to get to work in next week, his very first week, while the other car is at the mechanics....which only opens on Monday.

Nice for some.

Anyway, I do apologise and hope to be more frequent again soon...both in posting and commenting.

Thanks to all who entered the giveaway and thanks heaps for following my blog!

Drum roll please....

The winner is:

Jules from Mama Wears Jandals

Well done Jules!!
Please leave me your email address and I'll organise to post them to you asap

Ticking over into Twenty Eleven

2011-01-07T13:50:00.001+13:00

{If you haven't entered my giveaway yet, there's still time! And remember if you mention the giveaway on your blog, you get an extra entry.}

I haven't done a post about 2011 yet. You see, I'm not quite sure what the year holds for me.

2011 still finds me in survival mode with Smiley's sleep. And until he's sleeping better at night, I feel a bit like I'm living at limited capacity.

But I'm ok with that. I'm being kind to myself until this season is over.

There are a few things that I am continuing on with.

I wrote this post in August 2009 and it really was a defining time for me.

One of the decisions I talk about in the post was to learn to play guitar.

No this is not me. I just love all the pink and cool guitar.

I have always wanted to but never quite got there. I tend to put too much pressure and expectation on myself to be brilliant at things when actually, I just need to start and maybe I'll be brilliant one day after a whole lot of practise and hard work! I set myself a realistic time frame of 5 years too. Plenty of time left.

Since writing that post, I have learned 9 chords and I am loving it. I don't practise as much I as I would like but I'm pleased with my progress.

Music is in me and it feels so good to nurture that.

In 2011 I also want to continue putting time into this blog. I have loved the journey! And loved the people I have met.

At one point I was thinking of looking for work or going back to finish my degree, but neither of those options sits right with me at the moment.

So for now, I am just "continuing on" into 2011.

Being the best mother and wife that I can be.

Trusting that if I live open to God, he will, as Joyce Meyer says, "come and get me" and show me where I need to be.

I want to live "careless in the care of God" this year.

(Matthew 6:27, The Message)

It's feeling good already.

New Year's Giveaway

2011-01-04T14:57:00.001+13:00

Yes, you read right.

My first ever giveaway.

I am soooo excited!

For those of you who have only been following me a short while, I have been in a very 'lean' season financially for the last 5 years while Mr Samoa completed his degree. He starts work in 3 weeks!

3 weeks people!!

And while the income has not quite yet started, it's worth a bit of celebration anyway.

So I want to celebrate YOU ♥

All you who choose to read my little blog. Thank you!

I have loved getting to know you.

Here they are:

To win these lovely necklaces (or win them for someone else if they're not your style), all you have to do is:

1.Become a follower (if you're not one already) by clicking the "Follow" button on the left hand side bar

2. Then leave me a comment, and you're in!

If you mention this giveaway on your blog, you'll get an extra entry. Just leave me another comment to let me know.

Open to anyone, anywhere in the world.

Well, what you waiting for?

I ♥ family

2011-01-02T13:54:00.001+13:00

Well hello there.

Been having a lovely holiday, filled with lots of family time.

I was saying to Mr Samoa that this year was the most enjoyable Christmas I've had so far.

The first four Christmases of our married life were pretty bad. We spent them arguing and unhappy, each feeling misunderstood and hard done by.

Our families are so very different, you see, and do things very differently from each other's.

Of course this would take some getting used to, but we (I!) seem to think that when we get married, a switch is flicked and immediately our differences merge into one glowing, love-filled ball of harmony.

Unfortunately, the differences seem the hardest to cope with around Christmas time.

I think it's due to the expectation and the excitement all built up around this one day.

We've now been married five and half years and I think this year I've truly come to appreciate how wonderful, and wonderfully different our families are. They have different strengths, each so enjoyable in their own ways.

What used to phase me no longer does. I've learned to relax and go with the flow a whole lot more because of Mr Samoa's family. When nothing is planned or organised, just stick around, enjoy yourself, and it will all come together.

All my awesome sisters

At the same time, I can enjoy that my family always plans ahead and relish putting that date down in my diary.

I fell in love with Mr Samoa because he was different from me. But it's these very differences that can drive a wedge between us. I am so thankful we are learning and growing together, and willing to make changes for each other.

I'm so looking forward to the years ahead...with both of our awesome families.

There she stands

2010-12-23T08:22:00.001+13:00

This week I thought I'd give this a go. A bit of creative writing to get the juices flowing again.

This week's prompts are about 'remembering", with a Christmas theme, and this is the one I picked:

Share one, pure, shining memory, plucked from your mind like a bauble.

There she stands. Ten years old with a freckled face and long red hair. Her navy blue and white polka dot dress clinging slightly to her legs in the heat. She keeps glancing back at her mother who is leading the choir behind her. But she doesn't need any prompting. She knows the cue like the back of her hand.

She clutches her dress at the sides of her legs, pulling at it, and wishes the moment over. She loves to sing but doesn't know if she's any good. The music starts and she feels slightly sick. This is the moment.

She hears the cue and takes a breath, her voice trembling as she begins to sing the first lines of 'Mary's Boy Child'. Relief floods through her as the choir joins in in the second verse. The worst is over. Soon she can take her seat in the hard wooden pews with the prayers books and feel safe again.

And soon she can go home and open her presents under the Christmas tree with her sisters. That's what she's really looking forward to after all.

I want to take this opportunity to wish all of you a Merry Christmas!

Hope it is a blessed time with your families

Rain, rain go away

2010-12-20T19:52:00.000+13:00

My friend commented on Facebook that she may be reading her son the story of Noah's Ark instead of the story of Jesus' birth this Christmas!

Rain is forecast all week, and supposed to just clear a little in time for Christmas Day.

I know the farmers need the rain, and I guess that need is greater than mine. But what am I supposed to do with two boys who are climbing the walls? Today's weather is a little better and we spent some time on the trampoline letting off some steam. And I made some play dough, which kept Turbo busy while I was finishing off the last of my Christmas baking.

Now what? Hmmm.

Head up to the mall for a coffee with Mr Samoa? That's the best we could come up with. At least Turbo will be able to run up and down a little. But will we even be able to get a parking space?

Anyway, I hope you are having a great week so far!

Here's some photos of when I let Turbo out in the drizzle yesterday. Love how the colours are so vibrant and bright when it rains.

Grateful for/that...

2010-12-18T08:43:00.000+13:00

I love being grateful. It' so much better then the alternative!

Here's my list:

1. My wonderful husband who is an amazing father. We have come so far together and I am incredibly proud of him. Love you, Mr Samoa.

2. The end of an incredibly tough year. The toughest in our marriage so far. But it's mostly over.

Mr Samoa starts work in 6 weeks and he received his invitation to graduation in May next year.

What a celebration that will be!

3. Finding these shoes! And these shoes

You have no idea the trouble I had trying to find a really soft soled sandal for a boy. Lots of closed shoes...but who wants to wear closed shoes in Summer? And lots of hard soled sandals...but he's just learning to walk so not good for his feet. Lots of soft soled sandals for girls around too.

The hours I spent looking!

4. A girls night out for a hen's night, theme: a day at the races. It was fun to dress up and play games and laugh freely. No kids, no curfew!

But I have to admit I was home by 10pm...just too tired to join in humiliating the bride to be in town.
(Sorry about the strange photo angle. Still working on Mr Samoa's photo taking skills)

5. Freebies!
This gem was left on the pavement for anyone to pick up.

I was examining it and figuring out if it would fit in my car when the owner came out to help me.

She then 'reserved' it for me until I could Mr Samoa to come back and get it.

6. Everything boy-ish. Blue and red together. Spiderman.
Lightning McQueen PJs.
Tackles. Roars. Sword and gun fights.

7. Finding this Buzz Lightyear that Turbo adores for just $3 when at other leading retail stores they go for around $70. Ok, he's a lot smaller than the $70 ones but who can argue with $3?

We would have bought him Woody too but this Buzz was the last one.
Meant to be, I tell ya!
(excuse Turbo's very dirty hands...I do bath him everyday, I promise!)

8. That the journey with Smiley, the personification of cuteness, gets easier with each passing week.

I remember before he was born...I was so nervous of how I would cope with a newborn and a dynamo of a not yet two year old.
It's so much easier now and I am enjoying Smiley so, so much.
Delighting in him actually.

9. I've got to see my two precious boys grow up first hand almost every day of the week. It was huge sacrifice but something I always wanted and believed in. It's been hard but now it's over, I don't regret a minute.

10. That my boys get to grow up with their cousins. These two get on so well, and yell and shriek with joy when they're together.

11. Christmas!

And all the parties and yummy treats and get togethers that come with it.

Creating our first family traditions.

Remembering the reason for the season...and starting to teach your children about it.

I could go on and on.

What are you grateful for?
See what others are grateful for here

My very first attempt...

2010-12-15T17:11:00.000+13:00

...at Christmas biscuits and working with dough. Vague memories of making mince tarts with my mom came back to me when I was presented with a mass of sticky, not very pliable biscuit dough.

O that's right, you have to keep adding flour and kneading it. The recipe I used obviously took it for granted that people would know what to do because it had no instructions!

And little chubby armed helpers did not make it any easier. But that was the point, remember? (talking to myself). To make some memorable Christmas traditions.

Look at the finger holes and overlapping shapes. O well.

It's about making memories, it's about making memories.

We did manage to get it right in the end.

Bake until golden. Hmmm....are these golden or reflecting the oven light?

Managed to figure out how to dust icing sugar with my oversize sieve.

And found some Christmas bags in my wrapping paper and gift bag stash. Perfect!

And of course, someone had to sample the goods.

He wanted to sample them several times actually and I had to pack them away super fast.

Here Turbo told me he was counting them! Hmmm.

All in all it was a success and they taste fine so I'll do the real batch, that will be packaged as Christmas presents, next week.

Well done me...O and um, you too, Turbo.

Blast from the past

2010-12-09T20:23:00.002+13:00

I found some treasures in my parents garage on Saturday.

As soon as I saw them I knew that Turbo would love them. Ever since having Smiley, his nurturing side has come out and I've observed him playing lovingly with baby dolls whenever he could get his hands on them.

So when I saw my baby doll from when I was a little girl, I knew it was the perfect gift for Turbo.

She's a lifesize 6 month old...or probably four month old in the case of my boys!

After a wash and some new clothes (wish I had taken some before photos), she is now a 'he'.

And is being doted on! He's had rice, water, a bottle, a sleep, a walk...and it's only day one with him. I've tried to give him a name but he firmly remains just "Baby". Look at the love in Turbo's eyes!

Another treasure was this Cabbage Patch doll. Anyone remember these?

The dress was missing but I cleaned her up and she looks cute in a new born t-shirt that kind of looks like a dress, so she can stay a she.

She is actually for Smiley, who couldn't give a toss about her right now, and so is being looked after by Turbo a little as well.

Love that I get to pass these on!

My Mom and Dad are amazing at keeping things for us because their parents kept nothing of theirs and so they have no treasures from their childhood at all. Here are some other things my Mom and Dad kept so I could pass them on:

Turbo is really rough on toys and I cringe when he throws these treasures around. But what are toys for other than to be played with?

Note: Yes these are boys toys. But I was from a family of three daughters and my Dad thought it was his duty to educate us with boys toys as well.

We even had a collection of Matchbox cars and were taught things like how to change a tyre, re-wire a plug, use a drill etc. Invaluable skills!

Starting Christmas traditions

2010-12-07T14:21:00.000+13:00

Up until now, when asked the question, "What's your family doing for Christmas?" my thoughts always extended to my Mom and Dad, sisters and Mr Samoa's family.

But this year, my thinking has shifted somewhat.

Because, actually, my family is me, Mr Samoa, Turbo and Smiley.

And we need some family traditions, just for our little family of four. Turbo is now 2 and a half and I think it's so important to start them this year.

As I wrote a couple of posts ago, we started by buying our first Christmas tree and decorations. And on Friday afternoon, we put on some Christmas carols and set up the tree as a family. Turbo was super excited. I didn't even know he knew what a Christmas tree was!

He was so eager to help and hang the decorations, and once it was completed, it was like he was on a serious high.

Who knew a tree could be so exciting?

And then on Saturday, we attended a Santa parade with 'Nanny and Gempa'. Turbo really enjoyed it, although he has no idea what it was all about and he

actually looked the other way when Santa came past! O well, plenty of time for that.

After the parade there was lots to do. Turbo visited the fire engine crew, watched a helicopter take off and went on a jumping castle. Fun fun fun!

And a little exhausting I must say.

I have a few other things up my sleeve like baking some Christmas biscuits and a special night on Christmas Eve....where one day we will read the story of Jesus' birth.

Having kids certainly does make Christmas even more special I think.

I remember my childhood Christmasses fondly. My Mom and I always baked mince tarts (yuk!) in the weeks leading up to Christmas, put up the tree and decorated the house. Christmas morning we always awoke to a stocking from Santa then went to church and then as soon we were home, gathered with our mince tarts, tea and other goodies, and one of us put on the Santa hat and handed out the presents. The rest of the day was spent in the pool, playing board games with cousins and eating a big Christmas lunch.

I want to make memories like that for our children. Starting this year!

Oh, and we recieved a package from South Africa from my Aunt with this beauty who has a place of honour on our tree. Gorgeous isn't she?

Thank you Aunt M!

At my house - Celebrations! and what I've learned along the way

2010-11-29T19:40:00.002+13:00

Today, the very, very last, final result was posted up for Mr Samoa's exams.

He passed!!

So we packed the kids in the car as soon as they woke and headed to the park for ice creams.

We want to celebrate every moment of this victory...savour it, if you will.

It's been an incredibly stretching 5 year journey, spanning most of the length of our marriage. Crazily, we added two kids to the mix during this time

(one kind-of planned, one totally unplanned).

We have struggled, soared, cried and laughed, but most of all, grown stronger in every way. We have learned to draw together and encourage each other, and not let the stress drive a wedge in between us.

We've also learned to accept help, and ask for it sometimes. That was hard. But it became easier along the way.

The lowest moment was when we learned that Mr Samoa's study was not finishing when we were lead to believe it would.

We fought the system, we prayed, we met with those in authority.

It was not to be. The agonising journey was to continue for at least another 6 months. Hard to swallow when that's what you've been holding out for for 4 and a half years.

This last season of the extra study time has been the toughest of the 5 years. No job offer presented itself, like we prayed and believed for.

Doors slammed shut in our face.

And so we learned to trust God like we've never trusted before. Trust that He would look after us, that He would work things out for our good and that this journey was not going to break us!

And a job came Mr Samoa's way, at the right time, in the right place.

Now it's over, I can look back and breathe a sigh of relief.

We waited for this moment for a long time.

Mr Samoa starts work as a qualified teacher in 8 weeks!

As Mr Samoa would say in true Samoan style:

Cheee-hoooo!!!!!!!!!

See what's going on at other houses here

I'm grateful for...

2010-11-27T19:56:00.000+13:00

I'm playing along with Maxabella and compiling a list of things I'm grateful for this week.

1. Grommets.

I realised the other day that I have only taken Turbo to the doctor once for something not ear related since he got his grommets in July.

Wow!

During Winter, Turbo was on antobiotics every 3 weeks with an ear infection or something related. They know us well. I'm really happy about this.

Doing better, thanks

2010-11-24T13:40:00.001+13:00

So the last few weeks have been a little rough.
This post pretty much describes the last two or three weeks.

I was completely exhausted, depleted, not coping, low. It was bad enough for me to go and see a doctor.
I usually just 'push through', which is probably why I hit such a wall.
I'm the type of person who doesn't sit still for long, likes to accomplish things and has a to-do list constantly in her head. I give until I've got no more in the (subconscious) quest to be the perfect wife and mother.
Anyone do the same?

And after 9 months straight of waking at least once a night, quite often more, no wonder I'm feeling the way I am.

We have (once again!!! read this post or this one for the battles with Turbo) tried different methods, and battled with Smiley to get him sleeping better.
My babies seem to be the kind who just don't give up that easily.

Crying it out does not work. They go for hours night after night after night....for weeks. For months I was up at night with Smiley. I refused to feed him, you see, before a certain time, and so it was either let him scream
(I tried for a few weeks but it didn't work and it's tortureous for me in our small unit where we live)
or sit with him or walk him up and down.

Looking back now I think I was nuts. Once again, I was trying to accomplish something:
the 'ultimate goal' (dripping with sarcasm) of having (drum roll please):
A baby who sleeps through the night.
Hmmmm.
I secretly hate those words!

And it was always me getting up as Mr Samoa had to study for exams, write assignments etc. and it was his last shot at getting his degree.
We weren't about to take any chances!

I'm rambling. Back to the doctor's appointment...

Her 'diagnosis' all boiled down to this:
"If you sort your baby's sleep out, you will be fine."

No kidding. You think?

She prescribed me some multivitamins and organised me a blood test.
We had a talk about post natal depression too.
I struggled with PND for 5 months after's Turbo's birth so I (and my family) have been watching out for it this time around.
But so far so good. I've enjoyed the journey so much more this time...
until these past few weeks.

The blood test levels came back all fine. Dang.
I was hoping I could 'fix' me with an iron pill or something.

But I have to agree with the doctor. The tiredness is taking it's toll.

But the good news (flippin' great news actually) is that this week I am feeling a whole lot better.

Still tired, yes, but Mr Samoa is being amazing.
He lets me sleep in every morning and because he hasn't currently found a summer job, he's home and helping me.

On top of that I've shifted my mindset. I HAVE to look after me more.
So I rest at every opportunity, even if it's just half an hour.

And as I mentioned in the last post, Smiley is now doing 2 hour afternoon naps instead of 40 minutes.
This makes a HUGE difference too. I didn't realise what a strain it was until it changed.
When he wakes up I feel ready to see him again. I look forward to it.

So things are looking up.

Phew!

Dear Smiley

2010-11-22T16:10:00.005+13:00

Nine months today! I feel like I just write the post about you being 8 months.

In honour of turning 9 months, yesterday you stood all by yourself. You were holding onto the washing basket and, oh so casually, let go and stood for 3 seconds before plopping down onto your bottom. Woah! I'm not ready for a walker. You're not even crawling so don't go walking on me. Ok?

You are a very cuddly boy which is a bit different to your big brother so it's taking some getting used to. You want to be attached to me constantly, even when we're sitting down together playing with your toys. You reach over for cuddles every few minutes!

Your sleep patterns are still up and down. Yesterday you did a 2 hour afternoon nap. I cannot remember the last time you slept more than 40 minutes during the day. I got so much done! Can you do that more often please? I still can't believe you've only done 40 minutes naps for most of your life. Don't you just wanna roll over and go back to sleep when you wake up?

Night times are also up and down. You are not at all predictable and wake at different times each night. I've given up trying to make you do anything with your sleep.

Today I also heard you say "Mama" for the first time. Pretty momentous day, hey?

Your favourite food is yoghurt or custard. You eat quite a variety now and I'd say your favourite fruits are strawberries and oranges.

Everywhere we go you charm people with your smile. I get constant comments about what a happy boy you are.

Another latest skill is "pointing" (with your whole hand). It's very cute. You point at things that interest you like the trees moving in the wind, or at your Daddy.

You've got four top teeth now...and still only one bottom tooth. You don't seem to do anything by the book, Smiley!

And that's why we love you so very much.

You're an awesome little boy.

Update as at 23 Nov: You started crawling. Let the games begin!

It's official...

2010-11-21T20:49:00.000+13:00

...I have a button!!

I am super proud because I made it and figured it all out by myself.

Didn't turn out to be that hard, but hard enough to give me a bit of a headache.

Ok, so it's not the flashest button, but it's MY button. That I made. Yeah!

Here it is:

But I have no idea how to put the details for you to grab it in this blog post! So you'll have to go to my sidebar, on the left, just down a little, you see it?

Hope you've all had a great weekend!

The story of us - Part 2

2010-11-20T14:15:00.001+13:00

{Note: sorry this post does not have a lot of photos. I have been trying to find my box of old photo albums but they seem to be M.I.A for now}

If you missed Part 1, read it here

One night at a youth meeting, the young woman, who was now 21 years old, got up on stage to introduce the youth dance team that she was running. The young man thought she was beautiful and began to watch her more closely. They ran into each other quite a bit. He made excuses to talk to her. The young man asked her about the dancers in her youth dance team. She thought he was really caring about these youth because he asked her about them quite a few times.

The awesome 'Eternal' dance team

Sorry it's so blurry! That's me right in the middle

One night, at a Easter production the church was putting on, he checked her out as she stretched and warmed up for her dance. The young woman liked his rap song and thought he was cute, but she liked someone else. She began to suspect that he liked her when he managed to get her alone one afternoon at a dance practise. He asked her if she was going to the church ball. She said that she was. He asked her if she was going with anyone. She said that she wasn't. And the conversation peetered out. Hmmm.

She went on with her life, each week seeing the young man at the youth meeting on Friday nights. One night, a few weeks later, he asked for her phone number. The young woman was surprised but she gave it to him, thinking he wanted to talk about the youth. Later that week he called her. The young man had a list of questions to ask her, the last question being the one where he would ask her out. They had a nice conversation, which, once again, surprised the young woman. But the young man was very nervous and didn't get to the last question.

That Friday night, he asked if he could speak to her alone. He was very nervous again. He plucked up his courage and asked if he could take her out one night. The young woman was also a bit nervous and said yes, but that she would bring someone with her. He told her he would call her.

The young man was very excited, and arranged to pick her up a couple of weeks later on a Saturday night, and take her to the movies. He convinced her not to bring anyone with her. That Saturday, both the young woman and the young man couldn't eat for most of the day. As night approached, they both got even more nervous. The young man bought roses and chocolates for her, and drove to pick her up that evening.

Aw, look how young and skinny Mr Samoa was!

It was the young woman's very first date! He took her to the movies, and they saw SWAT - a total guy movie. She said no to popcorn and coke but wished she had said yes. After the movie she was starving so he said he'd take her out for dinner. She was excited! But they ended up getting Burger King and eating it in the car by the beach. The young woman was quite uncomfortable sitting in a dark car on the beach with someone she hardly knew, but she was beginning to like the young man. He was different...and cute.

Part 3 coming soon...

Wordless Wednesday: Creative play & "I think I'm so clever!"

2010-11-17T19:01:00.000+13:00

Cars in the shower with ice - compliments of our overactive freezer

Standing by myself!