tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45686818216979165982024-02-19T13:47:16.213+11:00life with jaclNieqohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06839693213978161097noreply@blogger.comBlogger30125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4568681821697916598.post-55809831890250201252013-01-16T11:13:00.002+11:002013-01-16T11:13:58.125+11:00A TO Z FAIL. FREE OUR KIDS WIN<br />
I told you that I am good at starting things but kinda suck at finishing. So I got to "N" in the A to Z challenge. Not bad. Better than I had thought and the only <i>real</i> reason I didn't finish is because Christmas happened and I was away and the internet was slow and there were children everywhere and gosh darn it I was on holidays. And now that 2013 is here, I feel that completing the A to Z month would just be <i>so last year</i>. So there.<br />
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Hello 2013. You look like a shimmering jewel among the pile of semi precious stones and pebbles of my past. <span style="font-size: x-small;">Please do not be a mirage!</span> So far you are coming home with the goods. It's great! I hope everyone else is having a great 2013 so far.<br />
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After the holidays I am feeling <b>refreshed</b>,<b> inspired</b> and <b>full of sprite</b>. y<span style="font-size: x-small;">ou are meant to right?! </span><br />
Well check this out... It's something that I have stumbled upon that I find very<b> refreshing</b> and<b> inspiring</b>.<br />
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<a href="http://www.freeourkids.co.uk/" target="_blank">FREE OUR KIDS </a></div>
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T<a href="http://www.freeourkids.co.uk/" target="_blank">he Toddler and Me and Our Year for Free </a></div>
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This awesome mum has decided to cut the monetary crap out of their lives and live an entire year with her toddler basically for free. Hand me down clothes only, free and inventive activities, no more expensive toddler foods but real family food etc I LOVE IT. And I love that she isn't afraid to share her life in all it's messy <span style="font-size: x-small;">(actually not very. I should do a 'home' post. Now that's messy)</span> glory. So many bloggers out there are clad in designer wear, with designer babies in DIY designer homes. So nice that there is a mum out there just like me/us living the real life, trying to make ends meet, with a gorgeous happy child that doesn't require anything other than love, warm clothes, decent food, a roof and an imagination to make them happy.<br />
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Check it out. It's inspiring and refreshing and will hopefully leave you full of sprite too.<br />
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<br />Nieqohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06839693213978161097noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4568681821697916598.post-36691784625830045852012-12-14T09:54:00.002+11:002012-12-14T09:54:25.895+11:00M IS FOR MANAGEMENT - TIME MANAGEMENT<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Ok so today is actually day 14. Which means it's the letter N and not M. But I just need a moment to pause and recap what I missed during the week. </div>
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K is for Kafka. <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Franz_Kafka" target="_blank">Franz Kafka</a>.</div>
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What an interesting man and a fantastic example of the modern day artist. Although he considered writing his calling, he had to devote what little spare time he had to it and hold down a day job. I love that. </div>
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I also loved his novella "The Metamorphosis" (Die Verwandlung) when I first read it as a teenager. If you haven't read it, please do. It isn't long and it's quite funny in a black comedy kinda way. It's also hailed as being one of the seminal works of fiction of the 20th century. I gotta say I love the illustrations on 1960's Penguin books. They are rad.</div>
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L is for Labour.<br />
One of my close friends went into labour on Wednesday the 12th which was L day. She has had a beautiful baby boy. He is stunning and fluffy and she is the gorgeous, smitten, calm and loved up mother I always knew she would be. xxx<br />
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M as I said is for Management. I need to somehow get better at this. You know... I am not sure that it is so much a time management thing. It could be more a case of not enough hours in the day - yes yes everyone feels that and what a boring statement, and also the fact that I can be lazy. Sometimes when I have the time I find I would just rather sit on the couch and veg out watching 4 Corners or some documentary eating frozen yoghurt and playing with my iphone.<br />
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N is for Nicole. Me. Nicole.<br />
Pretty original. Ha! There you go. Tomorrow I will try and come up with something better. I have been under a cloud these past few days with a foggy, groggy head. Come on Christmas and holidays and no routine. Just a relaxed, take it as it comes couple of weeks!<br />
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<br />Nieqohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06839693213978161097noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4568681821697916598.post-77150729094208505492012-12-10T11:01:00.000+11:002012-12-10T11:01:02.104+11:00J IS FOR JIBBER JABER<br />
Day 10. The letter J.<br />
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I had to make this post about my little J-dawg. He is the J of my life and such a wonderful, lovely, funny little man he is. Affectionate, a little explorer, always on the move, a bit of a book worm (when he sits still), loves music and musical instruments and seems to have inherited his mum and dads set of lungs. Man is he loud! We love him to pieces and can't imagine our lives without him.<br />
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Day 9. The letter I.<br />
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I was yesterday's letter and I ended up being for Indoors. After a very quick outing to the markets, J and I escaped the windy wiley and spent the rest of the day pretty much indoors. We played with his blocks and made a city for his trains to drive through - before they were smashed down and pulled apart by a giant toddler. We danced to the Beatles did some tickling and hid in the lounge cushions. It was a nice afternoon chilling out at home after a rather LARGE weekend. D and I watched a movie in the evening before going to bed (at a reasonable hour).<br />
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And what a large weekend it was. Work Christmas party Friday lunch, gig Friday night, lunch at the Petersham bowlo with friends Sat, a play at a friends house Sat afternoon then back to the bowlo Sat night to see <a href="http://www.messandnoise.com/news/4541395" target="_blank">Mike Noga and Ben Salter</a> - which was GREAT! Had an awesome <span style="font-size: x-small;">and very very late </span>night which I will probably need all week to recover from.<br />
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<br />Nieqohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06839693213978161097noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4568681821697916598.post-14721098566924872232012-12-08T11:05:00.000+11:002012-12-08T11:05:07.135+11:00H IS FOR HANGOVERDay 8. The letter H. <br />
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Unoriginal but that is what I am nursing after yesterdays work Christmas party lunch AND last nights gig. I was up bright and early at 5:30am with J this morning and did quite a bit of playing with the 'bawl" and his "choo choo" train when I would have much rather have been asleep.<br />
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<br />Nieqohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06839693213978161097noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4568681821697916598.post-62000245854209274782012-12-07T09:53:00.000+11:002012-12-07T10:05:02.983+11:00G IS FOR GIGS<br />
Day 7. The letter G.<br />
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G for gigs seems rather appropriate today as not only do I have a gig tonight with my band Juniper at the Newsagency in Enmore BUT I purchased tickets to see <a href="http://www.nickcave.com/" target="_blank">Nick Cave </a>at the Enmore Theatre this morning. FLOOR TICKETS! WOOHOO!<span style="font-size: x-small;"> Can you tell I am a little bit excited?</span> I haven't seen the marvellous Nick Cave before. I have somehow missed all his shows these last 15 years. Crazy I know.</div>
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Gigs gigs gigs gigs gigs. So many fun musical times coming up over the next couple of weeks/months too.<br />
Ben Salter this Saturday 8 December at the Petersham Bowlo, a Tumbleweed show in Wollongong in January which I am looking forward too as one of the support bands is <a href="http://www.steelcitysound.net/2010/04/dropping-honey-97-04.html" target="_blank">Dropping Honey</a>. <span style="font-size: x-small;">A plug for my partners band yes but they are tremendously good I promise. </span><br />
They are also playing a show at the Petersham Bowlo with another friends band Your Loving Tyrant which I have yet to see in this current transformation.<span style="font-size: x-small;"> They used to be known as Traces of Nut</span>. Another great band to come out of the <a href="http://www.steelcitysound.net/" target="_blank">Wollongong music scene</a>.<br />
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Here are some tracks to listen to as you enjoy your day. Man am I excited about all these gigs. Just have to line up some babysitters! Any takers?<br />
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<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DWGr9RPTeZk" target="_blank">The Coward</a> from Ben Salter's debut album The Cat<br />
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<a href="http://thejuniper.bandcamp.com/track/dry" target="_blank">Dry</a> JuniperNieqohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06839693213978161097noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4568681821697916598.post-87080026306402043382012-12-06T18:46:00.001+11:002012-12-06T20:43:35.009+11:00F IS FOR FThe musical note F of course. It's also for forte.<br />
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Nieqohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06839693213978161097noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4568681821697916598.post-88764549299346090552012-12-05T21:17:00.000+11:002012-12-06T20:41:47.604+11:00E IS FOR ELEPHANT (Noises)<br />
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J has been dishing out new words almost every day now. Like pearls before swine, he drops them here and there for mum and dad to pick up and giggle at and sometimes be amazed at just where on earth he learned them. Apart from "Dah-dee" and "Mmahmm", one of his very first words was "St'ah" (star). What a great word! I have probably said that word around him once or twice but not enough to have had an impact I would have thought. He also loves to say "Bawl" (ball) and does a pretty good "Doode" (dude)<span style="font-size: x-small;"> Now that one he <u>did</u> learn from me</span>.<br />
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But words aside, he loves to make animal noises and has been singing along to Old MacDonald with me since he was around 9 months old. The first of the animal sounds was snake = "sssss" <span style="font-size: x-small;">(of course)</span>. Then came pussy cat = "Brr'aow" and dog = "ha ha ha"<span style="font-size: x-small;"> (in the style of panting)</span>. Bee = "zzt zzt" was soon to follow, as was Cow = "mmmmm" (with rising and falling inflection) and then.... Elephant = "brrrwwww" (with the cow inflection). Hard to explain so why not <a href="http://soundcloud.com/nicole-smede/sets/js-animal-noises/s-ap3Bn" target="_blank">have a listen here</a>.Nieqohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06839693213978161097noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4568681821697916598.post-65465797772361060252012-12-04T23:33:00.001+11:002012-12-06T20:41:33.606+11:00D IS FOR DECORATINGD and I decided this year we would upgrade the (much loved) Christmas stick to a real live plant. <br />
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Whilst wandering through the markets on Sunday I spotted a stall with $5 rosemary bushes and thought one would be perfect. They kinda have a similar vibe to a Christmas tree. They certainly share that nice fresh yet earthy aroma and the leaves/pine needles sorta grow in a similar fashion - spiking upward. So I rummaged up $5 with some gold and silver lying around the house (in the lounge!) and went back later to buy one. <br />
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Our usual decorations are hiding in the attic and as this year marks the start of a new 'making' tradition, little Christmas owls were made for the mantle piece using old toilet rolls. The clay ornaments were rolled, baked and hand decorated this evening on D day. You can find the tutorial over on A Beautiful Mess blog. <br />
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I added some old fairy lights I had lying around and a work colleague gave me some LED Christmas lights as a present that seem perfect for the rosemary bush. Just the right size. <br />
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So there you have it. Our small Christmasy decorated mantle piece pretty much all hand made. I am sure Jasper appreciates it. I am pretending it's all for him when mostly it's just for me!<br />
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Nieqohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06839693213978161097noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4568681821697916598.post-38863653282960665732012-12-03T11:00:00.000+11:002012-12-03T20:07:46.715+11:00C IS FOR CATCH-UP and CHRISTMASI have joined the <a href="http://justbaustralia.com.au/be-creative/creative-join-a-month-of-a-to-z-23243/" target="_blank">A Month of</a>
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Three days in to this 26 days of A to Z posting and I have already fallen off the wagon. To be honest, I never hopped on the Wagon it seems. BUT it's never too late. I am climbing aboard now and posting three in a row. So C is for Catch-up.<br />
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C is also for Christmas. 22 sleeps til Christmas! My oh my. It has landed upon me this year with a thump. Up until the other day I hadn't really given it much thought but on Friday my work colleague was struck by Christmas bug. It happens around this time every year. I arrive at work to find Christmas carols blaring and boxes of tinsel out ready and waiting to be hung from the ceiling. The work Christmas tree is set up and adorned with coloured baubles and lights and there is even a little LED tree on my desk. It was a nice and colourful kick up the backside.<br />
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Normally I wouldn't worry so much. In the past I have put up a couple of decorations, found a stick (a bit of a tradition) and hung some paper baubles. But this year, I feel I need to make some effort. I am a mum now and with that comes responsibilities. Magical responsibilities. Santa responsibilities. And even though J is still quite young and may not really 'get it' all yet, traditions need to start somewhere and at sometime. Why not now?<br />
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How funny that on the first day of the A to Z December posts that the letter of the day on Sesame Street happened to be A! Serendipitous methinks. I love Sesame Street and am quite happy that I have a legitimate excuse to watch it again. I particularly love the spin offs they do of adult tv shows.<br />
Check this one out. It's awesome!<br />
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Ok so in my attempt to blog more regularly, AND because I thought it sounded fun and creative, I am joining the <a href="http://justbaustralia.com.au/be-creative/creative-join-a-month-of-a-to-z-23243/" target="_blank">A Month Of</a> collective over at JustB. </div>
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In November the challenge was to finish something everyday. In hindsight I should have joined that one as I am stellar at beginnings but not so good with endings. That would have been a nice little challenge. However; December will be a challenge also as it's a month of <b><span style="color: #bf9000;">A to Z</span></b>. 26 Days. A blog post for each of them. And each of them themed around a different letter of the alphabet. Lets see how I go. </div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">BTW how cool are the Muppet Alphabet pictures by <a href="http://www.redbubble.com/people/mbaboon?utm_source=RB&utm_medium=banner&utm_campaign=horizontal_work_thumbnails" target="_blank">Mike Boon</a></span></div>
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I have a lovely friend. I have many lovely friends, but this one in particular happens to work at a boutique hotel in Sydney's rocks area. The oldest part of Sydney, right on the Harbour where the first colonies were established. Because she is such a lovely person, guests who stay in the hotel often leave her little thank yous, like curling wands, $30 tips and gift vouchers for fishy dinners. Yep fishy dinners.</div>
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Dates with close friends are great. There is no real expectation, you are not nervous about how you look, if they will like you, what you are going to talk about or where it all may lead. I think dates should always be with close friends. They are so much fun! However, as usual I completely forgot to take any pictures of the evening. Sorry guys. There are a couple of my walk through the park but that's it. I did draw an <i><u>amazing</u></i> <span style="font-size: x-small;">(inject sarcasm)</span> picture of my friend whilst at my desk at work using pen and my two highlighters. Here tis.</div>
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So... on to the evening... <b><span style="font-size: x-small;">Note:</span> <span style="font-size: x-small;">This is a LOOOONG post. Please feel free to opt out now if you do not have the patience</span>.</b> I left work and walked through Hyde Park in the magnificent afternoon sun down to the Opera House to meet my friend. She was all peachy, dressed in a lovely vintage frock, sitting in the sun. Our reservation wasn't until later in the evening so we sat on the grass just outside Government House drinking champagne, enjoying some cheese and quince paste and gazing at the Harbour Bridge. Very civilised She even came prepared with glasses for the champagne. No plastic cups for us! We perused the menu and made a plan of action to ensure we got the most out of this $100. We decided that we would share a main and a dessert and order an entree each - again to share. Then we discovered the entree platter for two which was the same price as two entrees but allowed you to sample 4 in a "tasting size". Perfect. Done!</div>
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<br />As the sun was setting we made our way over to the restaurant which was in a part of the rocks I have never been to. Over the back, behind all the tourist shops. <span style="font-size: x-small;">I don't know how that is possible having lived in Sydney for over 10 years, but it clearly is</span> It was Halloween and although Australia doesn't really celebrate Halloween there were a few groups of people dressed in costume ready to depart on the local ghost tours. <span style="font-size: x-small;">The rocks area is full of ghost stories with many of the old buildings there claiming their own ghost or spooky occurrence.</span></div>
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Now to the food details. As mentioned we started off with the entree platter for two, a choice of 4 entrees "tasting size". We chose the Atlantic Salmon Gravlax with roesti potato, zucchini pancake, basil oil, creme fraiche and salmon cavair. My friend was disappointed and thought gravalx was going to be something amazing and not the packet smoked salmony normalness she found rolling around her tongue. Me? I was still reeling after the Bloody Mary Vodka shot <i>with </i>oyster that very nicely warmed my lips, tongue and throat. I mentioned oyster right? What oyster? Mine went straight down with the liquid chili. My friend sat there and chewed hers. errrg. We also tried the Croquette of Alaskan king crab and dutch cream potatoes with aoli, rocket and tomato kasundi. It was the best choice by far. YUM.</div>
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When we were finished we requested the bill. Inside was a survey asking us to rate the restaurant and give suggestions etc etc. After suggesting the decor could do with some carefully placed ice sculptures accompanied by the subtle the sounds of dolphins, we departed into the night and hit the streets of the rocks.<br />
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It starts to get a little sketchy here guys. Perhaps I shouldn't post about it but what the hell, I am gonna... We enjoyed a couple more drinks at a hotel that I can't remember the name of, where we met a guy that I can't remember the name of, from somewhere in the States that I can't quite recall. He was dressed as a nun with a hole in the back of his habit and a fake plastic bum. Despite the costume, he was quite pleasant to talk to. It was around midnight when most of the pubs were closing that we decided to catch a bus back into our hood - The Inner West. I may or may not have had a little nap on that trip. Who knows. Being a mum with a small bird child my <a href="http://lifewithjacl.blogspot.com.au/2012/09/zzzzz.html" target="_blank">mornings start at 5am </a>. I am allowed a <span style="font-size: x-small;">maybe</span> nap at midnight.<br />We landed in Newtown and quickly entered the Townie. Yep the Townie. If you live in the inner west that's where most BIG nights end, if not at the Sly Fox. It was full of Halloweeners. Even those not participating in Halloween were accused. Well, In my defense he was dressed like <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hunter_S._Thompson" target="_blank">Hunter S Thompson</a> sporting boat shoes, Hawaiian short sleeve shirt, short shorts, clutching a book and standing in a crowd of Halloweeners! Turns out he was just a hipster. pffft.<br />
The night rolled on until almost 3am! When I drew the line <span style="font-size: x-small;">(we/my friend ran out of money)</span> and we walked home together.<br />
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It was a great date night. I highly recommend going on a date with one of your best mates. Especially when they are treating you to a fishy dinner. x<br />
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Homes with personalities//J and I stopped to admire a tree on the way to the pool//We also stopped to admire some graffiti//Dumplings for dinner</div>
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I know many new mums struggle with this. And not just mums, but dads too. The <i>old you</i> vs the <i>new you</i>. That old life you had pre-baby vs this new life, babied up, running after toddlers, tired with no time or energy.<br />
Being a parent is a huge adjustment that I didn't fully understand until J graced our lives. I thought though that 18 months on I would have settled into it a little better but to be honest, I still really struggle at times. It's the party girl in me. I have always been a social butterfly. I never said no to anything when I was younger - I didn't want to miss out on any fun. My partner is a bit the same (bit!? <span style="font-size: x-small;">and that makes it harder</span>) and I can definitely see that trait in J too - oh dear. Unlike most people I didn't really have a crazy time in my 20's. I settled down very early with a boyfriend and up until that relationship broke up a few years ago, I never had any alone, time to find myself, crazy fun time. Fast forward a couple of years and here I am in settled down baby land. <br />
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I love it. I really do. I love J and D and in many ways feel I am in the right place for me at this time in my life but I miss that independence and spontaneity. I can't go out on a whim anymore. I can't stay out as long as I like. I have to be responsible in every area of my life and that is tiring. I work, I am a partner, a cleaner, a cook, an early riser, try to be an educator and a good, mindful mother. Then with what is left I try to be a friend and make some time for me. <i>Phew.</i><br />
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Most of my friends are single too which makes it harder to say "I can't" when they are going out or having a few at the pub. I try and blend these two very different lives as much as I can and should be grateful I get to do as much as I do. I AM grateful. We are very lucky to have a few very lovely friends that occasionally babysit for us, as our family live out of town. If it wasn't for them - jeez! <br />
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Although this sounds like a big complain-y post. It's not. It's a <i>'just saying'</i> post. I am by no means the only parent that struggles with this. So how do I convince myself that I don't need to do everything and be everywhere? Any tips? Or will I eventually embrace this <i>new </i>life, stop trying to hang on to the old one and finally let go? Does there have to be a letting go or can it somehow be a seamless transition? I am sure it is for some. Nieqohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06839693213978161097noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4568681821697916598.post-39377495832434965232012-11-03T08:46:00.000+11:002012-11-03T08:46:31.732+11:00THURSDAYS<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I have been absent of late but that should change soon. I now have access to a computer at home! Woohoo. No more trying to blog at work. (shhhhh)</div>
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I went on a lovely dinner the other night with a good friend. I have a post about that coming up in the next day or so. Stay tuned.</div>
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So, I am having one of those days today. You know the ones where you and your child have decided you're not friends. You still love each other dearly but just for today, it's not the romance it could be. It's partly my fault for crying when J woke up at 4:50am to start the day. I just couldn't face another day starting at 5am. This has been happening for a month now and I am so totally over it. At least I don't have to go to work today and can nap at some stage. Do you know what J did when I started to sob? He laughed. An omen for the day I think.<br />
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I have had the pleasure of spending the last couple of days with my boy. I usually work three days a week but have had 4 days in a row at home with him. Apart from the 5am wake up calls the last few weeks have been lovely. There has been no teething or major new developments to cause any stormy behaviour. His beautiful personality has been shining through and he is so funny, happy and sweet. He is really into giving kisses at the moment too. Just mention the word '<i>kiss'</i> and he goes all serious, closes his eyes and leans in for an open mouthed sloppy smooch. He especially loves kissing his "Daa-dee" and will climb up on him to plant one on his lips. Too cute. </div>
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I love you dearly but I am not a fan of your 5am wake up calls. I realise that you are a bit of a go-getter and like to grab the day by it's <span style="font-size: x-small;">weary</span> horns, but 5am is really too early for that. The day isn't up yet honey. It's dark. Don't let the birds fool you, they are just confused and always have been. I am hoping that in the next couple of weeks daylight savings will set them straight and sincerely wish that this is the case for you also as I don't know if I want to go on living if everyday is going to start in the dark with a whiny toddler stuck in a cot and my phone proudly displaying a time without the number 6 in it. <span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>A 7 would be preferred if you are feeling especially kind.</i></span><br />
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As mentioned earlier in <i><a href="http://lifewithjacl.blogspot.com.au/2012/09/cockatoo-island-part-i.html" target="_blank">Part I</a> </i>of this post, my friend and I went on an art date to Cockatoo Island to see part of the 18th Biennale of Sydney. Our toddlers with us, it was a little experiment on mixing grown up sophisticated activities, art and small <span style="font-size: x-small;">(active)</span> children. I am so happy to report that this time around it was a success. A bit of a win for me as I forget that I can mix the old me with the new toddler attached me and it actually work. <i>Sometimes.</i> </div>
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<span style="color: #bf9000;"><a href="http://bos18.com/artist?id=28" target="_blank">Nina Canell and Robin Watkins, <i>Overcoming the Current Resistance</i>, 2012</a></span></div>
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<span style="color: #bf9000;"><a href="http://bos18.com/artist?id=51" target="_blank">Monika Grzymala, <i>The River - Preliminary Sketch</i>, 2011</a></span></div>
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I am sorry that I don't have pictures of some of the other works; however if you are interested you can find out more <i style="color: #bf9000;"><a href="http://bos18.com/artists" target="_blank">here</a>. </i>Some more works of note (for me anyway) were:</div>
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Daan Roosegaarde,<span style="color: #bf9000;"><a href="http://bos18.com/artist?id=93" target="_blank"> <i>Dune</i></a>, </span>2007</div>
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Alec Finlay,<span style="color: #bf9000;"> <i><a href="http://bos18.com/artist?id=47" target="_blank">solitary bee nest, the bee library</a></i>, </span>2012</div>
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Fujiko Nakaya, <a href="http://bos18.com/artist?id=26" style="font-style: italic;" target="_blank">"Cloud Parking in Linz, Cloud Installation #11060,</a> 2011</div>
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<span style="color: black;">Cecilia Vecuna,</span><i style="color: #bf9000;"> <a href="http://bos18.com/artist?id=102" target="_blank">Quipu Austral</a></i><span style="color: #bf9000;">, </span><span style="color: black;">2012</span></div>
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