It’s been school holidays this week so all our usual activities are off so we have been catching up with friends, hanging out at home in the garden and riding. There have been ups and downs.
Our cat went in for desexing last week, friday she went back in due to a aspiration induced lung infection and high temps. A day of fluids and anti-b’s seemed to sort her out and we carried on ok. Mid week I noticed her stitches were a bit weepy so took her in. Turn out the fat beneith the incision had turned necrotic.
Im cross for 2 reasons –
Firstly no mention was ever made last friday about a reaction to the stitches, I was told it was purely a lung issue and it was treated. If there had been a mention of it I’d have kept a closer eye on the wound for a start. Now they are saying both events are related. Secondly if they knew it was happening why didn’t the act then rather than wait until I brought her back in myself and they ended up removing huge amount of tissue. Now a simple spay has cost us over double the initial price, not to mention we have a cat who is still unwell and needs to go back in on Monday incase the op didn’t work and she needs a drain put in.
I don’t care about the cost, I’m pissed that they seem to have changed their story simply to try and get us to cover the cost of the drugs administered last friday for the lung infection by saying it was to treat the reaction the the stitches. Which weirdly was never mentioned to me nor on her notes. Garrrr just be honest.
Right enough of my whining, some fuzzy not very interesting images form our week (miss my camera!)
This cup seemed to appropriate this week, and the fist garden colour made me smile
Poorly fugly kitty
So much pony love this week
Other weekly highlights include a wonderful morning out at the local garden centre where madam ‘advised’ me on which plants to buy (out of the $5 bargain bin!), a lot of mumma and moo trampolining, swing time, coffee and fluffies together and hilarious conversations with a toddler. I love that during our down time away from the term time activities I get to really spend time just hanging out, listening to her, the stories and opinions and its brilliant.
“mama, we buy that plant, its lonely looking” – and dead by all accounts!
“I love Oobie, she has soft hair and pretty clips” – thats a deep friendship!
“I sharing my mallows with you mummy, but you not allowed to touch, share with your eyes”
Or my absolute favourite “I loves you mummy, you a funny bunny”
We have been fighting colds and coughs recently, quite probably a side effect of the local public pool. Moo is doing better than me but is still a bit fragile at times. Could be her age tho! Ha. I have found myself relying on a fair bit of iPad and dvd entertainment, simultaneously enjoying the fact she now enjoys a good episode of ‘In the Night Garden’ while mentally berating myself for being lazy and allowing television to shape our days.
Then I thought, oh hell, a couple of hours wont kill us! I try to make sue that most of all we use common sense with our decisions, and as long as there is balance we all stay (relatively) sane. Ive had a few ‘oh we never watch TV’ comments and while a few months ago they would bite at me, now I smile and say ‘wow your’e so good, I love a bit of peace induced by The Wiggles’ and leave it at that. Its each to their own.
For me its the dawning realisation that the parent I envisioned myself being hasn’t quite panned out as expected, and slowly, thats becoming ok with me. I roll with the changes, try not to anxiously second guess myself. Where I can.
We have been trying to get outside when we can with weather permitting (its been wet again) and the trampoline has been wonderful, she bounces away and chats while I fix up round the veggie beds. I think it balances out Iggle Piggle and friends! The veggie beds are looking better and I re-planted out the strawberries – I put in 12 plants last year and now have literally about 30 shoots so I pulled them up and re-planted and distributed them. Our peas (3 sets!) are in the ground ready to germinate as soon as the weather breaks a little.
This weekend we did have some snow higher up the road so Moo and I road tripped out to play.
Joining Soulemama in a special moment I want to pause, savour and remember
It seems that since I have become a ‘grown up’ the concepts of time have changed. My memories of the past include weeks that took soooooo long to pass, the concept of a month was an eternity. Suddenly now I find days flying by, the week begins and then its Thursday, literally what feels like minutes later. Plans to call frieds, meet for coffee, fit in that extra run all get pushed away. A quick ‘dash’ into the store to look for a picture frame and some spoons eats 30 minutes. Suddenly lunchtime arrives without the morning being used.
My mum used to say you have to ‘make time’ for things, but I dont think you can ‘make’ time. You simply ‘take’it. For me its about better organisation, portioning my time and fitting in as much as I can without feeling like I’m on a carousel that I cannot stop. Some day its about taking time to fit in all those little jobs, call the rubbish collection, call the physio, arrange the vet. Other times its actually about taking time to stop, taking a few minutes to simply sit and watch my girl. Learn from how she does it.
The daily rhythms of winter have started becoming ingrained to each day, fire lighting, wood chopping, indoor and outdoor activities. Running in morning frost and the sight of beautiful snow covered mountains.
We try hard to make sure that we balance the need to stay warm and dry with Moo’s need to exploration, physical activity and independent play. Inside we find she really struggles to settle down and play alone for any time, but when outside she’s totally happy to potter about by herself, chattering away just checking in with me.
This time of year both hubby and I find challenging around the property, everything looks a bit shabby (shabbier than usual!) and damp and brown and crusty. What veggies we have left are ending and looking decidedly unhappy, beds that I have turned and ready to seed are looking barren and empty. Branches from the recent storms litter the ground and the pea straw mulch all needs topping up as weeds and earth poke through the holes.
We have been looking round and see the drive that needs lining with washed boulders and recovering. The roof needs re-painting – after the earthquake repairs we have varies patches of different coloured steel mixed with the older moss green original roofing steel. Its a time of year we find ourselves planning, deciding what we need to do, the order of play. Start to dream dreams of summer and the things we can do to our little place in the world.
The days are flying by, but winter is feeling oh so long.
My plan for this summer, its till rough but I’m trying to give myself something to work towards and plan ahead as to where I plant things, rather than just putting them into any available gap!
The tramp is bring built tomorrow, to the right of the beds and behind the gate is the paddock, far left to the washing line is the edge of the house. The concrete flat is the foundations of an old garage and incredibly useful for summer dining, sitting, toys etc. I’d like to get more herbs planted around its edges. Above the swing in the image is the sleepout where hubby works out of the back of the garage. and around the ‘big tree’ are rhododendrons but the are needs some serious TLC.
At the bottom of the image there are trees on the fenceline and where I store peastraw and hay under tarps for the garden and pony respectively. Its a bit of a dark damp area but Im hoping to get it a bit tidied/hidden.
There is wood chip around all the vegi beds as pathway. I’d like to get some flowers and lavender planted in front of the beds to try and ‘prettify’ it as well as attract bees and discourage aphids etc. There is also a old rejected, flat tyres broken wheel barrow I have my eye on for planting a splash of colour.
Veg wise Im focusing on what we really eat – experience has shown me that while I grow rainbow chard really well, we don’t eat it, so its a bloody waste of space! We adored onions and carrots last year but I grew a woefully small amount. Peas are a huge hit, this year I’m sowing dwarf versions to try and combat the winds we get. Peppers were also a hit but have moved location this year to hopefully get more sun so they turn red.
The berry bushes and peachcot should do well this year, hopefully I can split the raspberries and use some sticks to start a few extra patches elsewhere. The lemon tree only came out of a pot a few days ago so we’ll have to see how it goes.
I’m still debating where to plant the courgettes and squashes as they grow huge but need good irrigation – something in summer we struggle with
The plan make it look polished and organised. It’s not at all, its weedy, over grown, half finished and in places a bit threadbare looking!
And this is only a third of the garden!
We had a quiet weekend, it was cold and windy both days. The wind got so bad on Friday night we ended up with a little snuggler in bed with us. The tree branches were whipping against the house and banging and crashing, the big chimney was whistling its tune as usual and we all struggled to get a decent sleep. The morning brought a quick check (roof was still attached) and hubby found some fallen branches and moved out from beside the house.
We dropped my camera off at the camera shop who are sending it away to Fuji to be fixed (ouch) and we drove out to a lovely little toen called ‘Little River’ where we got lunch, played and walked and saw a few chook houses as we are considering re-stocking chickens.
Sunday we headed to the farmers market and the river after, but got blown home and huddled up inside away from the wind and rain. Moo has been really good considering being inside doesn’t suit her at all. She’s definitely challenging at times, but we pinch ourselves, take a deep breath and remember it could be so much worse. We can take her anywhere, never worry about embarrassing tantrums, she rational most of the time, listens and is pretty good at expressing whats bothering her.
Many times I find myself stepping back, stopping and listening, making sure I’m not the one causing the issue, and often on reflection find that by altering my reasons, actions and expectations I can completely avoid any confrontation – mostly! Occasionally we just have to say ‘no’ to that second iced cupcake and its just not what she wants to hear!
Some images from our weekend
First time on the flying fox by herself – so happy
Book mail and sliding, two things that create joy in this family
Climbing the hillock up to the slide, and thumbs up for slide time
Garden supplies (I love this time of year, starting to collect seeds for future sowing) and walking home with Hobbes
This moment – a moment I want to pause, savour and remember.
Joining Amanda at Soulemama
There will be a lot of fuzzy phone/instaspam pics on the blog for the next wee while, on account of my breaking off a piece of memory car in my camera. And it needing camera hospital.
Bother wasn’t the expletive I originally used, nore hubbies. I’m very prone to this brand of blond catastrophe. Doing things that really take a whole unique type of ‘special’ to achieve. Seriously, who manages to break off a corner of memory car and end up with it stuck in the card slot ‘under’ the little mental ‘pins’ that connect the card. Special. Not to mention the home button on my phone which is only intermittently working now. Technological waste land. Thats me.
To be honest the week has been pretty low key and picture free, just ticking long to the usual routines, enjoying the mellow afternoons, a little bit of sun and some crafting. I found the most wonderful panel in TradeMe and have been dying to start a quilt for my craft room sofa (spare bed). I have ideals to get a embroidery hoop and hand stitch some detail into the panels, who know, I might get round to it! Once I get some batting may be I’ll start with some machine detailing!
Lisa from Little Coffee Beans has been making some gorgeous mug rugs and I think I might give those a go too, they are simply gorgeous. And she makes them sound quick and easy (my skills may not stretch to quick and easy, but I’ll give them a go!)
Anyway, here are some of those fuzzy phone pics i mentioned!
I got photobombed by the cat! I plan to call this ‘scrappy edging’ on account of the complete lack of straight lines, I really need to get myself a mat and rotary cutter. I am totally pretending those wonky bits are intentional.
He is actually striding purposefully away form a over affectionate toddler who is out of shot. It didn’t work, he got caught and ridden! And yes, Im aware the hat doesn’t fit (its mine – god only knows where my XC silk has gone) She’ll get her own at some point.
The garden has had a few hours, mostly maintenance, mowering, moving manure about to fertilise the veggie beds, hacking together some frost covers to try and encourage early planting, some pruning (I love a bit of chopping and hacking, its why I grow roses).
Nim has decided that a couple of days a week should be nap free, gymnastics is one day and the other we play by ear. This week we hung out in the garden in the 23 degree sun (winters not to bad in the part of the world, as long as you don’t mind the -2 overnight) She watered, spread dirt around and chattered, such a delightful companion to have. Once she got bored we took the Quinn for a ride. That pony really is a dude!
I am discovering every day with a toddler is an adventure. Not the ‘Exploring Disneyland Florida’ type of adventure either. The swing on a 25kg backpack, jump on a crowded bus next to locals, goats and chickens, end up sitting on the floor – for 16 hours. Get lost, have stuff stolen. Climb a huge mountain, in the rain. Dance with hypothermia. Eat with locals, walk under shooting stars. Chill at the beach. Get home and remember through rose tinted glasses type of adventure.
Yeah, I had that adventure.
Raising kids is different, same roller coaster, same ups and down. Less choice to end it once its begun. More amazing, more depth and far more emotion. Days are different, even within our routines that shape our life. Some days just roll by, while others have clarity and grace. They are day that aren’t marked by exciting events, simply just moments. For us they are days of grace, moments to pause before we pay our dues to toddlerdom. Tantrums, bargaining, cajoling and pleading.
Moose is at such a great place, she’s challenging, funny, cheeky and at times downright obstinate. Possibly a little insecure occasionally, just a normal toddler trying to make sense of the big world she’s living in. We are trying really hard to make sure we savour every day, every little moment. Not sweat the small stuff.
Sometimes I find myself getting caught up in the things I cannot change right now, questions for the future, schools, friends, will she be popular, will she be bullied. And the more immediate, why has she suddenly got shy, can I stop her saying ‘no’ so much. How do I encourage her to find her own inner play and creativity and not need me by her side at every second. How do you guide a toddler through life?
Then we find moments, like the moments you climb through the clouds, see a shooting star, are offered mint tea by a local. But they are even better, more intimate, based around our real life, relationships, little moments we can recreate, without flying for hours and sitting on bus floors.
These are our days
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