tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4731196719667345712011-10-01T00:52:17.612+10:00short & sweet postings. nothing fancy, nothing too flowery. just me.ninevahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16578738246890564167noreply@blogger.comBlogger561100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-473119671966734571.post-78216970021499778652011-06-24T18:19:00.001+10:002011-06-24T18:24:12.871+10:00

So here I am, attempting to type with one hand, whilst supporting a hiccuping nearly-6-week-old, who is partly resting, partly grumbling, on my chest after his afternoon feed. Yes, the latest (last?) human member of our family arrived on Saturday 14th May, claiming a birth date all to himself, not sharing his birthday with any family members, had he actually arrived on his due date (6th May). A

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So, right now am wishing that this pregnancy would live up to this blog's name and 'skip to the end'. Currently, 38 weeks and feel like I'm carrying a bag of bricks.Fortunately, unlike last pregnancy, I'm in a better mindset as to what to expect. And, not suffering high blood pressure, suspected kidney stone, pelvic soreness or a blind sense of panic.Unfortunately, like last pregnancy, have been

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Christmas came and went. Now we're in the New Year with still more jobs about the house to do, and a crapload more toys to clean up after. And that's only one child, I don't even want to think about how bad it will be when the next one arrives!Speaking of which, we finally told Rory about the new baby and he seems pretty unfussed and unfazed. Perhaps he's already been clued in, due to the

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Just like DadOriginally uploaded by ninevahWe're currently in the toilet training phase. Small boy always tells me he "needs something to read". Guess where he gets that from!

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I’ve been playing a lot of Beatles lately – these days I don’t get to listen to a lot of complete albums – mainly for nostalgia’s sake and because I’m still acclimatising myself to their album, The Beatles (also known as ‘the White Album’ (a requested Christmas present from last year which I’ve relocated from the ‘rubble’ of the study). It's one of those albums I've always wanted to own and seem

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Today I attacked the study... again. It's the room that bugs me the most, it's a dumping ground for stuff that can't be sorted, filed, organised, or be bothered with until later. This week, it forms part of my 'to-do' list. So I borrowed Dad's shredder...Last week, while Corey was away working in Gippsland all week, I set myself a long list of things to do around the house and gradually chipped

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Yesterday happened to be the re-match of the AFL Grand Final, but that's not what I'm blogging about. While the Grand Final is synonymous with the phrase "...that one day in September", for me it was different. Yesterday also coincided with what happened a month ago, on a day in September. 3rd September, to be more precise. The start of September usually heralds a few things - the start of spring

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03/09/2010Originally uploaded by ninevahBecause I rarely win things -- thought I'd share this. Each week, my gym has a competition for those who come in at least 3 times a week. This week, I won! A snazzy Contours backpack is nothing to sniff at (and it's quite comfy to wear, too).

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Another quiet period between posts. Typically, I can't think of much that has happened - Winter, for the main part. It's cold in our house, we have no central heating, and the main heating unit is in the lounge/communal area. The only other heater we have is one of those standup, moveable metal oil heaters, which resides in Rory's room during the winter months. Thankfully yesterday marked the

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15/06/2010Originally uploaded by ninevahToday's very simple recipe is a favourite I used to make when I was living on campus at University. It's from a tiny Gabriel Gate recipe book and is super easy and super quick to make.Leek & Chicken SoupIngredients:2 chicken fillets 1 tablespoon soy sauce 1 teaspoon butter 2 medium leeks, finely sliced 1 carrot, diced 1 medium potato, diced 8 cups chicken

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20/05/2010Originally uploaded by ninevahRory was given this cool handmade wooden car last night by my step-grandmother, Ma. What's even cooler about it is that it was made by my late grandfather, Poppa, as a gift for someone they knew. Now it's been returned to the family and Rory (and later, presumably when Huon's old enough) is delighted with it.It's his new favourite toy. In the picture, you

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I sometime think that Rory was sent as a challenge, both physically AND mentally. My endeavours at the gym - to lose weight, keep fit and be able to chase after a small tornado - have clearly paid off. The mental challenges are ongoing and the goal posts are always changing with no abatement in sight. It's interesting to note that none of the other kids in my Mothers Group appear to challenge

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Every Sunday afternoon I check the Postsccret site to absorb the writings of postcards of anonymous people wanting to get a secret off their chest. Most of the time, the secrets are slightly depressing, although there is quite often a few gems which shine some basic truth. Today's batch included the one above. It struck me as being a pretty obvious sentiment. Why forgo all the pleasures that

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Spent the l-o-n-g weekend at Leongatha, with Corey's family friends. A chance for us to do nothing (finished a book, started another), not cook (2 dinners out, 1 lunch of chips & pies), be amused by local (Gippsland) advertising on television, and of course, catch up with the family. Returned home and spent the remainder of long weekend with family and friends down at Balnarring.Saturday: Down

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Aged 2 now, and in his own big bed. Small boy is delighted with his "new" room - I had to totally rearrange the room to fit the bed in. He hasn't fallen out of it yet so that's another good thing. The quilt on the bed is the one I made for him before he was born.

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(Also known as Nigella's Flourless Chocolate Brownies)Discovered this recipe recently when a friend posted in her facebook status that she was making them. It's available on Nigella Lawson's website, but I've converted it slightly to suit Aussie measurements, including ingredient recommendations. Nigella's recipe works well as a dessert with accompanying hot chocolate sauce, but I've only ever

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Our little boy - even as I write he's still half the size of me, in height - turned 2 last Saturday. His birthday coincided with the Westernport Festival so Saturday was spent opening presents, watching the parade down High Street at midday and wandering around the amusements, attractions & rides at the foreshore. For dinner, we enjoyed a BBQ tea at the fire station (for brigade members) and

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Ok, it's been well over a year since I posted. Life gets in the way, and that'll be my pathetic excuse for not posting.An update:The small boy turns 2 this weekend. Tall (about a metre in height, half my height!), blonde, curious, into anything and everything. Speech has finally kicked in, with words coming left, right and centre.Gym visits still going strong - 3 times a week. Have lost nearly

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Back to the daily grind err routine... Corey's gone back to work today so it's just me and the boy.The shed is virtually complete, save for the remaining permit inspection of framework and complete shed. Booked that inspection in, which should happen sometime tomorrow (Tues) morning. Downpipes have been connected to the stormwater, and Corey also used the machine to tear up the old bushes/plants

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Well, we got home from the QLD trip on Wednesday night and it's pretty much the middle of October already. The wedding of Aaron and Zoe was interesting, somewhat of a blur ...with cold weather. We visited Currumbin Wildlife Sanctuary, spent lots of time with Murray and Brenda. Nana (Vicki) had a ball with Rory, and we celebrated Troy's 29th birthday with lots of yummy cake and pizza. Rory cut two

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It's countdown time for the Queensland trip next week, for the wedding of Aaron & Zoe. Although you could say we've been in countdown mode since October last year, when the wedding planning [freaking out] started happening.Rory's now 7 months old and I can't believe we're in October now. He hasn't displayed any new tricks since the last couple of weeks (rolling to the right etc) except that now

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Rereading my last point - there's one thing quite clear. No sooner had I written that not much happens, Rory starts rolling! Well, rolling to the right from his belly to his back. Still babbling quite a bit and using his talent of blowing raspberries to make it quite clear when he's bored, when he's had enough of *that* food thankyou, or when he's tired.He had a food-related tantrum today -

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Not a great deal has happened over the last week. So here's a quick wrap of happenings and thoughts from the previous week and the first half of this week:Rory's new 'tricks' include grabbing his feet and rolling to the right (not to the left, as yet), blowing rasperries, chatting a lot when he's tired and (today) sticking his tongue out all the time. He had a checkup with the maternal health

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For some years now, I've always thought I'd like to read the biography, (diaries by, even) of Alec Guinness. For some reason he seemed to be the quinntessential English gent. So I'm reading the only "official" biography of him, by Piers Paul Read. So far, it's painted quite a picture of the knight, and quite different to what my original thoughts were. Only 2/3 of the way through and will be glad

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His cough, which had been persisting on and off over the last week, yesterday got noticeably and decidely worse, and now sounds a bit chesty/bronchial. Eyes watering, nose running. Up till 12 last night, checked his temperature (normalish). Corey woke up as he heard the boy's terrible coughing, stood in the doorway of R's room while I was giving him some baby panadol and scared me half to death.

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This weekend we have no plans. Well, I have no plans, just good intentions. A few things - finish off a b'day quilt, do some sewing for mum, do more work on the brigade annual report, pay bills, do filing... maybe this will help me remember. Or maybe not. Corey's plans, as usually lately, have been to get more work done on the shed. As I write, he's managed to get most of the roof on, just as

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It's midday, the boy is asleep and I've just finished lunch (dinner leftovers). Mother's Group is on today, and I'll be leaving in about an hour. It's at Tyler's Mum's house, which conveniently is quite close to home - as is Carter's Mum's place. Taking some homemade double choc (dairy and white) biscuits which I hope will be appreciated - means there'll be less at home to tempt me!Yesterday we

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Yesterday was a small anniversary for Corey and I : 5 years since we got together. We had Thai takeaway for dinner as a small celebration and watched (because nothing else was on, including the olympics) So You Think You Can Dance.

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Yesterday was quite busy - a walk in the morning to the library and a quick stop at K-Mart (where it used to be the cheapest) for some S26 formula. Home - and then got organised to go to Mum and Dad's (Grandma and Grandpa's) for tea.Rory had his third serving of Heinz pureed apple today - and while he ate it all, he still made the scrunched up faces ... probably due to the tartness of it.

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Not much to report today, except that I picked up the Pixifoto pics today from Cranbourne... they look great, except the only problem now is that we need more walls!Rory is enjoying eating banana, however he is a little constipated (thanks to S26). Hopefully the poo situation should be a bit better after I start him on the pureed apple tomorrow.In other news, Corey's got most of the shed walls up

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Yesterday's excitement was a trip to the supermarket with the small boy, buying tantalising goods of the cheaper (homebrand) variety. I deliberately didn't buy any fresh produce, figuring I'd get it at the Pearcedale Farmer's Market on Saturday.Friday evening was spent visiting a friend of a friend's baby shower, taking the small boy along for 'show and tell' - a sort of "Here's one I've prepared

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Yesterday was quite busy, so did not have much time to blog.Had our last library session yesterday - they now will be monthly occurrences. Rory spends most of the time watching the other babies, mums and presenter than paying any attention to me, especially when I'm trying to sing and do hand gestures! The rest of the other Mums & bubs from Mothers Group were there - except for Jake's mum, who

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The olympics are on, and I've made an observation (or prediction) about Rory's possible future career, solely based on his bath habits and nocturnal habits:1) His activities in the bath - kicking his legs heaps and spreading so much water around that it wets all surfaces (and people)plus2) His sleeping habits - for the past month (and a half, possibly), he's been waking up at 4am or 5am (our

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Day 2 of my blogging challenge, fingers crossed I stick to it.Mother's Group was at my house today, so we had the usual 4 mums, plus the return of Jake's mum, who'd been in QLD for the past month (with Jake, I must add). It was good to have her back. Made pumpkin soup, lemon slice and double-choc fudge brownies, which all went down well.The babies are growing hugely, and a no longer the sleepy

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I've done some tidying up around here :)Whilst tagging my posts, I realised that I've been blogging for over a year, that's a small milestone for me! Hooray!I've also added links to blogs that I frequently read. Some of my friends from high school have blogs of their own, so it's quite nice to be able to read about what they're up to these days...

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Feeling bah about the whole blog thing: it's been well over a month since I last made an entry, and usually, from past experience, when I get to this stage, I feel slightly petulant about the whole blogging experience, like it's a task that needs to be done. And I don't want to do it! I've never been good with keeping a diary, but I'm determined to keep this thing going.So. I've set myself a

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This week Rory turns 4 months old. We've had some real highlights so far:We attended a sleep clinic in Koo Wee Rup a couple of weeks ago. Though Rory slept during the night well - but haphazardly during the day - I wanted to get his sleep practices in order. And aside from falling asleep in the car and in the stroller, he's never really had to fall asleep by himself. We've always rocked him to

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Rory is now 3 months old. He's currently asleep in his stroller - a walk round the streets and a quick visit to the vet to pick up some dog worming tablets did the trick. He's growing, growing, growing. Now he's into size 00 clothing (usually for 6 month olds).Yesterday we had our last Mothers Group meeting at Crib Point, and now we have to work out where and when we want to meet on our own, as a

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As the year progresses, the months are flying by.Baby Update: Rory is nearly 11 weeks old and is a real joy. We've finally nailed down the feed-play-sleep practice without even meaning to. While he doesn't like sleeping a lot during the day (too many things to see!), he sleeps well during the night, only waking for meals and then falling asleep straight after. Touch wood. I keep saying that so I

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Am at computer with baby fast asleep in babysling. Will have to make this quick before he wakes.A few things have happened since I blogged last:Carol had her baby: Annabel. A gorgeous little imp (tiny! compared to Rory!) with a shock of red hair. When we visited her a couple of weeks ago, I swear the blanket weighed more than she did when I held her. Beautiful - I'm looking forward to watching

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Easter's here (how did that creep up so fast?), it's nearly April and Rory is now just over three weeks old. Time is flying - days go so fast and nothing's getting done except for that which concerns Rory, which is okay for me!The last couple of days have been full of visits - first to my old workplace yesterday in Burwood East (I don't miss the drive to and from AT ALL!) where Rory was

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"I've been dreamingof the thingsI've learnt about a boy"(Something to Talk About - Badly Drawn Boy)It's been a week and 2 days since Rory was born. After a long inducement, which started Monday 25th Feb, he made his entrance in the small hours on Wednesday (27th Feb) morning. Our much anticipated, long awaited son weighed in at 9lb, 6oz and entitled his mother to many stitches.In the days that

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It's sunday. It's 4 days after my due date (weds, 20th feb). Nothing has happened yet. I've been booked in for induction tomorrow (mon, 25th feb) so hopefully someone will arrive tomorrow or tuesday. fingers crossed.

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ninevahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16578738246890564167noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-473119671966734571.post-35388730324725459962008-02-14T19:54:00.003+11:002008-08-11T11:02:43.493+10:00

Somehow I've skipped from 3-weeks-to-go to less-than-a-week-to go, according to my last entry. Feeling huge, uncomfortable and not appreciating the persistent acid reflux. Sleeping patterns entirely disrupted (yes, I'm aware that it will never be the same), with regular toilet trips to switching sleeping positions (left, then right, then left, then right) every hour or so. The acid reflux is more

ninevahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16578738246890564167noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-473119671966734571.post-72763920828283475072008-01-24T16:27:00.001+11:002008-08-11T11:03:27.043+10:00

a) This week I started maternity leave. I'm intending to use this time to get the house in order. Now, to stop procrastinating and start filing... [sigh]b) All this hoo-ha in the news with Heath Ledger's death. Meh.I felt sadder on hearing Sir Edmund Hillary's death than I have about some acting celebrity, even if they are an Australian.c) Watched 3 movies yesterday: No Reservations, Hairspray

ninevahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16578738246890564167noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-473119671966734571.post-19239059357277322762008-01-19T11:29:00.001+11:002008-08-11T11:03:58.133+10:00

And now for something completely different, check this out.Have a 40th in Bendigo this weekend, so not much news for now.Oh, and my last day of work is Monday :)

ninevahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16578738246890564167noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-473119671966734571.post-83069599989134702022008-01-14T19:30:00.001+11:002008-08-11T11:04:20.616+10:00

One week of work left, then I start maternity leave. Can't wait.

ninevahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16578738246890564167noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-473119671966734571.post-3104153695877644452008-01-07T20:01:00.001+11:002008-08-11T11:05:06.155+10:00

The week before Christmas - the week I was off sick recovering from the UTI or kidney stone - the building I work in was heavily affected by storm damage. Work's location - in East Burwood - was one of the worst hit. I had heard on the news (when at home) that the storm was particularly bad in Glen Waverly. So Building 4 was hit worst. Specifically, the first floor - the floor I work on. The rain

ninevahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16578738246890564167noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-473119671966734571.post-34208895534041787512007-12-20T20:00:00.001+11:002008-08-11T11:06:00.294+10:00

Well, the weekend started off good. Until it got to Saturday evening, when a visit to the hospital was necessary (after discovering my urine had turned to a nice port colour). After a series of tests and lots of waiting, was finally allowed to go home on Sunday afternoon.By Monday afternoon, I had excruciating pain in my back, lower right side. Another trip to the hospital, waiting, waiting,

ninevahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16578738246890564167noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-473119671966734571.post-66980329047455358102007-12-14T08:42:00.001+11:002008-08-11T11:06:26.883+10:00

Stupid plumber never arrived at all yesterday. Didn't bother to call either.Took the day off work, too.Very poor customer service.

ninevahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16578738246890564167noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-473119671966734571.post-56294402389451086502007-12-12T15:03:00.001+11:002008-08-11T11:07:00.613+10:00

Today marks 30 weeks of gestation... which means 10 more weeks (or thereabouts) or 70 days (or thereabouts). everyone comments how quick it's been, but it doesn't feel like that to me!Had yet another blood test last saturday, to test for iron levels/deficiency. heard back from the doctor's clinic today that it was perfectly normal. So that's yet another relief. It's been strangely comforting that

ninevahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16578738246890564167noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-473119671966734571.post-49048233540750626462007-12-08T14:43:00.001+11:002008-08-11T10:55:46.171+10:00

I like being a homebody.Right now, the boy is watching a dvd and the zucchini slice is ready to come out of the oven. There's another load of washing (this time, whites) to go out on the line and the smell of baked goodies is wafting through the house.Life is sweet.

ninevahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16578738246890564167noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-473119671966734571.post-36693187018734421092007-12-07T14:54:00.001+11:002008-08-11T10:55:01.307+10:00

to clarify:i'm pregnant with first child, but this blog won't necessarily become a progress report on how the gestation is going. There will occasionally be the odd post about it though.i'm married. 2 years in January. I'm not going to share the wonders/delights of married life in this blog either, although I may occasionally post about it.i still live in the town I grew up in. I'm not going to

ninevahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16578738246890564167noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-473119671966734571.post-63946763384096917832007-12-07T14:49:00.001+11:002008-08-11T10:53:57.934+10:00

This is yet another attempt at blogging.The title says it all. It summarises the intent of this blog. Yes, it's a quote from one of my favourite tv series - Spaced. Instead of flowery, descriptive, non-ending blog entries, 'skip to the end' fast forwards us to The Point of the entry. Please refer to, or purchase and watch religiously, Spaced to understand its delivery.That, and I hate writing

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