Merry Christmas

I hope that you all had a lovely Christmas (or Hanuka, or other special family time...). Ours was great, but also a little intense.



In the lead-up to Christmas I set myself too much work - sewing lots of presents (like the clutches pictured above - from Bend the Rules Sewing); printing canvas for wrapping paper (also pictured); baking and wrapping gingerbread; and cooking more food than would fit in our fridge.


On Christmas Eve, we hosted drinks for 30 people (my Mum's family). The photos above are of the calm before the storm (so to speak). It was so lovely to see everyone and Lily loved having her cousins over the play with (and to exchange gifts with). Also everyone came loaded down with food and drinks, and we had many hands to help with the clean up at the end. However, this was only the beginning...


On Christmas morning we hosted breakfast for 9. We sat outside in the sun and it was a beautiful morning - lots of fresh fruit (mangoes and cherries always make me think of Christmas); mushrooms on toast, muffins, and (of course) coffee. More gifts were exchanged, but by now Lily was getting tired and said "Goodbye everyone" and lead me off to a quiet place where she could feed to sleep.
During her nap, more cleaning and cooking was done by all... and then we hosted a lunch for 11 (some of my Dad and my Sister-in-law's families). We had enough food for 20, at least, and it was a lovely long lingering lunch. Still more gifts were exchanged, more beautiful fruit, chocolates and coffee was consumed, and still more cleaning was done by many helping hands.

At 6:30pm we finished off the last load of dishes and then quickly made a couple of roast vegetables salads & a fruit platter and drove out to P's parents place for the Mega-family dinner. There were at least 50 people at P's parents' place and yet more gifts were exchanged... We asked Lily if she wanted to open her presents. "No," was her firm reply. Instead she wanted to play outside with her cousins. (We ended up having to open about half of Lily's gifts this morning - on her behalf - It was crazy-talk.)

We got home at 10:15pm, exhausted.

It was truly lovely to catch up with all of our families and to share food & gifts with the people that we love. However, it was also pretty overwhelming to see (and host) so many people in such a short space of time. If only we could spread Christmas out over a few weeks...

99 things meme

I saw this on Blue Milk the other day; Pea Soup yesterday; and then today on Still Life with Cat and decided that I had to join in the fun...

Things you've already done: bold
Things you want to do: italicize
Things you haven't done and don't want to - leave in plain font

1. Started your own blog. (Several)

2. Slept under the stars. (Many times)

3. Played in a band.

4. Visited Hawaii. (The camping and hiking is supposed to be gorgeous.)

5. Watched a meteor shower.

6. Given more than you can afford to charity.

7. Been to Disneyland/world. (Disneyworld, 1995?)

8. Climbed a mountain. (Gokyo Ri - got to see Everest, amongst other impressive peaks.)

9. Held a praying mantis.

10. Sang a solo. (As a child)

11. Bungee jumped. (There is just no way. I have been hang gliding though, which I thought was far more civilized.)

12. Visited Paris. (January 1997?)

13. Watched a lightning storm at sea. (I think so. I have a memory of this, but cannot place it. Perhaps I made it up?)

14. Taught yourself an art from scratch. (Sewing? Although I did have some help.)

15. Adopted a child. (Although I have contemplated it.)

16. Had food poisoning. (Oh yes.)

17. Walked to the top of the Statue of Liberty. (No, I stood at the bottom waiting for my Dad and brother, in the freezing cold snow, because I had a torn hamstring.)

18. Grown your own vegetables.

19. Seen the Mona Lisa in France. (I looked at the line for the Louvre and decided against it. I figured that I would be back to Paris...)

20. Slept on an overnight train. (Several: Bangkok to Nong Khai and back several times; Hanoi to Huie; Beijing toPingyao; Pingyoa to Xian; Xian to Shoalin; Shanghai to Beijing... I think that is all. I love trains.)

21. Had a pillow fight.

22. Hitch hiked. (Just between Fernie and the ski slopes and Roslyn and Red Mountain.)

23. Taken a sick day when you’re not (physically) ill.

24. Built a snow fort.

25. Held a lamb.

26. Gone skinny dipping. (Each time it was dark out. I can't imagine doing it during the day.)

27. Run a marathon. (I contemplated it, briefly, while running - and loving - the City2Surf, but have not run a single step since...)

28. Ridden a gondola in Venice. (Similarly to Suse: I rode the water taxis in Venice and looked at the gondolas - not longingly though. It was utterly freezing and I really didn't want to be outside anymore.)

29. Seen a total eclipse. (I always seem to miss them.)

30. Watched a sunrise or sunset. (Come on! Even Lily has done this.)

31. Hit a home run. (I am not sporty.)

32. Been on a cruise. (In Halong Bay.)

33. Seen Niagara Falls in person. (Not something that I can really recommend. The falls are spectacular, but the town is not.)

34. Visited the birthplace of your ancestors. (Which one? I have been the England, Ireland, the USA and Australia, but not Scotland or Wales. Does that count?)

35. Seen an Amish community. (Several)

36. Taught yourself a new language. (Lao. Although I did have some help and only learned a little. I have also been taught French, German and Japanese, but can only speak French.)

37.Had enough money to be truly satisfied. (Satisfied with what? I have always had enough money.)

38. Seen the Leaning Tower of Pisa in person.

39. Gone rock climbing. (Many times. However, I recently acknowledged that I really don't enjoy it.)

40. Seen Michelangelo's David in person. (It is incredible. I was blown away.)

41. Sung Karaoke. (And loved it! I even sung Ice Ice Baby. Ha!)

42. Seen Old Faithful geyser erupt.

43. Bought a stranger a meal in a restaurant. (In Mexico City. He had been mugged - or claimed to have been. My brother and I bought him dinner and gave him enough money to get a bus home to Chiapas. I'll never know if he was telling us the truth, and don't really care.)

44. Visited Africa. (South Africa and Lesotho. I want to go to Tanzania though...)

45. Walked on a beach by moonlight.

46. Been transported in an ambulance. (Why would I want to do this?)

47. Had your portrait painted.

48. Gone deep sea fishing.

49. Seen the Sistine chapel in person. (Stunning.)

50. Been to the top of the Eiffel Tower in Paris.

51. Gone scuba diving or snorkelling. (Tahiti, Vanuatu, NSW Coast, Lord Howe Island...)

52. Kissed in the rain.

53. Played in the mud.

54. Gone to a drive-in theatre.

55. Been in a movie. (P. has - a Bollywood movie, no less!)

56. Visited the Great Wall of China.

57. Started a business. (Sometimes I want to, but the idea also completely terrifies me.)

58. Taken a martial arts class. (Jujitsu; Kung Fu; Kick Boxing & Aikido - I have a short attention span...)

59. Visited Russia. (I really really want to do this.)

60. Served at a soup kitchen

61. Sold Girl Scout cookies. (Biscuits at least.)

62. Gone whale watching. (Been dolphin watching though...)

63. Gotten flowers for no reason.

64. Donated blood. (Have never been heavy enough, except while pregnant and then you can't anyway... Not that this stresses me out.)

65. Gone sky diving.

66. Visited a Nazi Concentration Camp.

67. Bounced a cheque. (Well, I had to pay a dishonor fee.)

68. Flown in a helicopter.

69. Saved a favorite childhood toy. (Mostly books)

70. Visited the Lincoln Memorial.

71. Eaten Caviar

72. Pieced a quilt. (I am sooo intimidated by quilting.)

73. Stood in Times Square. (Many times)

74. Toured the Everglades. (We went to Florida to do this, but then the Parks staff went on strike for the duration of our stay...)

75. Been fired from a job.

76. Seen the Changing of the Guard in London.

77. Broken a bone.

78. Been on a speeding motorcycle. (Thailand, Lao, Vietnam, Cambodia...)

79. Seen the Grand Canyon in person.

80. Published a book. (Do they mean: written a book that someone else publishes? That I would like to do. Although I don't actually expect that I will.)

81. Visited the Vatican.

82. Bought a brand new car.

83. Walked in Jerusalem. (Although not right now, thanks.)

84. Had your picture in the newspaper. (This is easy to do in Canberra! and Tahiti...)

85. Read the entire Bible. (Does the children's bible count?)

86. Visited the White House.

87. Killed and prepared an animal for eating.

88. Had chickenpox.

89. Saved someone’s life.

90. Sat on a jury. (I don't think that I can. Lawyers are not allowed to in Australia.)

91. Met someone famous. (Gael García Bernal. I even got my photo taken with him, like a real dork - during an anti-WTO protest in Hong Kong.)

92. Joined a book club. (I started one and it died a rapid and sad death...)

93. Lost a loved one.

94. Had a baby.

95. Seen the Alamo in person.

96. Swum in the Great Salt Lake.

97. Been involved in a law suit. (I was the solicitor though, not the litigant.)

98. Owned a cell phone.

99. Been stung by a bee.

21 months

Dear Lily

Last Sunday you turned 21 months old. Sorry about the lateness of this letter and for the lack of photos. I am writing it from Sydney. We made a last-minute, somewhat nutty trip up here last night so that you could audition for a breast-cancer-awareness commercial and (more importantly) see several of your grandparents. (The commercial is a long and odd story that I will tell you about later, but for now I'll just let you know that you were incredible - you charmed the socks of them).

This month I have been continually confronted with just how much you are growing up. I keep thinking about your last Christmas and how little you were. While you were still very alert and engaged in the world, you were such a different little person. You weren't quite walking. You had no idea what Christmas meant. You took no notice of the trees or decorations. Your presents held only a passing level of interest.

In contrast, this year you are all about Christmas.

"Let's make decorations," you suggest to me several times a day.

"I want a Santa."

"Look: a Christmas tree!"

"Santa has a big white beard."

"I'd like to read a Christmas book."

"I love this one. This one's my favourite."

This year you are all about Christmas and I am just loving it.

We have been trying to make decorations, but you still are more into the process than the product. We have quite a number of artistic yellow previously-star-shaped paper mush piles.

We did decorate our baby Christmas tree, but removing the decorations was a little too tempting for you. (It is now up high). You were desperate to make gingerbread (and even remembered what molasses was for three days after I first told you we needed it), but when faced with the choice between icing the biscuits and eating the icing, well... I think you can imagine the outcome.

Still, it has been so much fun getting to experience the lead-up to Christmas with you. You have made me see everything with fresh eyes and given me a wonderful excuse to indulge in all the glitz and tinsle.

I simply cannot wait for Christmas day itself. Hopefully it is not too overwhelming for you (and, hopefully, I can actually finish making your felt food...).

Merry Christmas beautiful girl.

love
mama
xox

Veg*n Meal Plan Monday

I am finding it hard to feel inspired this week. However, here is our (possible) meal plan for the week:

M: Moroccan chickpeas & couscous
T: Ginger stir-fry with tofu & Asian greens with soba noodles
W: Tempeh burritos with guacamole and salsa (Feeding the Whole Family)
T: Spinach triangles with salad (Vegan with a Vengeance)
F: Pizza

I have also been making gingerbread - one of my favourite Christmas traditions. Photos of Lily 'decorating' said-gingerbread to come tomorrow...

Summer is here!

The other day I picked this bowl of delicious blackberries from our garden. I have to admit that they started their lives on the other side of the fence (i.e. they are from my neighbour's blackberry plant). However, these particularly berries were totally growing on our side of the fence and their roots were planted in 'our' soil and so I thought that picking a few of them would be OK... (P. tells me that I am wicked).

Oh I love blackberries so much! They positively sing of summer.

The rhubarb, strawberries and (almost invisible) asparagus spear are not quite as morally dubious.

Another totally summer moment was eating this bagel yesterday - topped with homemade pesto and fresh tomato (from the farmers market, not our poor struggling seedlings). How good are fresh summer tomatoes and basil?



The stone fruit are out too now and we have been guzzling them. I am putting in a order for a tray of peaches and a tray of nectarines for the Christmas period. Now I just have to plan the cooked part of the meals...

A smock for Lily

Here is my latest smock creation. The pocket is from a small piece of vintage fabric that I am in love with. I had to reduce the pattern to 95% in order to get a better fit on Lily.



Excuse the photos. A certain little person was in no mood for being photographed (there is a first for everything, I guess).

"Could you walk towards me, Lily?"
"No. Open sandpit."



"OK. Could you give me a smile?"
"No."



"No smile?"
"No. Sad face."



"OK. Show me another sad face."
"No. No sad face. No smile."



...

"Do you like your new smock Lily?"
"Yes."



Thank goodness for small mercies!

Meal plan in retrospect

Monday
L: Pasta
Not sure I should have eaten that...
D: Flat lemonade. In bed at 7:30pm

Tuesday
B: Vegemite toast
L: Flat lemonade and Vegemite toast
D: Fried potatoes

Now I am off to lie down again.

A smock for Maddie

I just love smocks. I think that they are one of the cutest, and most practical, items of clothing out there. So I thought that I would make a few this year as Christmas present for some of the small people in my life.

This one is for Maddie. I hope that she likes it and gets it REALLY dirty!



The pattern is from the fabulous Bend the Rules Sewing book. Oh how I love this book.

Journaling

I recently finished reading "Drawing from Life: The Journal as Art" and got all inspired about starting a new journal. I have kept a journal for most of my life, but they have always been the wordy, angsty kind of journal that doesn't serve me very well as a source of inspiration. After reading this book I am very keen to try something completely different.
I had just bought Lily a big spiral bound sketchbook to draw in and so I stole it (yes, I am bad - I'll get her another one though) and made it my own. Then I set out a bunch of lovely coloured pencils, a sharp lead pencil and gave myself permission to paste in stuff and generally collect bits of daily life that might serve to inspire me in the future or remind me of moments in time that I found particularly significant. I am really quite excited about it.

Another inspiring pathway that this book opened up for me was its mention of the 1000 Journals Project. I had never heard of it before, although it has been around since 2000. Essentially Brian Singer (or Someguy, as he calls himself on his website) spent a few years sending 1000 journals out into the world with the following instructions pasted on the inside front page:

"Take this journal and add something to it. Stories, photographs, drawings, opinions. Anything goes."

They are then supposed to be passed on to someone else to continue their journey. People have scanned pages of the journals and posted them on the 1000journals site and the location of each journal is also tracked on this site whenever it is spotted. At least one completed journal has made it back to Brian Singer and two have gone completely missing in action.

A documentary film has been made about the project and there is a touring art show of some of the pages that have been contributed. A book has also been published.


How cool is that?

Naturally I wanted to join in the fun, but it is nigh-on impossible to get a hold of one of the original 1000 journals and so I signed up to the 1001 journals site. I'll let you know if I ever receive one of the journals to contribute to - or if I get up the motivation to send one out into the world myself.

The first page of my new journal is covered in toadstools and birds. I'm not very deep.

How about you - do you keep a journal? Do you consider your blog to be your journal?

No cuddle. I can swim.

My baby-girl swam in the pool all by herself today. I can't believe it!

Lily absolutely loves the water and so when we were both getting very hot while mucking about in the garden I suggested that we go to the pool.

"Yes. Pool. Now," she replied.

So we had a traumatic 15 minutes while I gathered our stuff (swimmers, water, food, towels, pool card) and applied sunscreen (actually, Lily can't get enough of sunscreen - the trauma here was when I refused to keep applying more and more and more). A certain little person was just desperate to get to the pool and to get there NOW and there were lots of tears...

We arrived at the pool and I decided to buy Lily some floaties (inflated arm bands) and then we got changed and got into the water.

At first Lily was a little hesitant - wanting to stay tightly held in my arms as we moved about in the water. However, once we spent a little bit of time up the shallow end where she can touch the ground with her feet, she started to gain confidence. She started jumping up and down and moving out into the pool, deeper and deeper. I was a little concerned and stuck close.

Soon she was out of her depth and could no longer touch her feet to the ground. I reached out to hold her, but she pushed me away and said, "No cuddle. I can swim." And she did. Well, she kicked her little legs and stayed afloat anyway. I was so proud of her! As was she.

She did it again and again and again.

Now we just have to work on blowing bubbles and using her arms to move forward...

Veg*n Meal Plan Monday... on a Tuesday

Oops. Sorry about being late and all. I have no decent excuses, so let's move on shall we?

The thing is that I really don't have much of a plan this week. However, I thought that I would share a photo of my Farmers' Market haul with you and let you know what I was thinking it might be good for. Similar enough?

So we got (left to right): some silverbeet; two huge punnets of strawberries; some pesticide-free granny smith apples; some fresh locally-made tofu; some cherry tomatoes; some finger bananas; a bunch of yummy-looking tomatoes; some broccoli; a bunch of carrots; some zucchini; some organic asparagus; some Asian greens; a big bunch of organic basil; some mushrooms; a bag of pesticide-free potatoes (should have opened them for the picture, huh?); a big bag of fair trade coffee; and (out of the picture, because I forgot about them) some cherries and apricots (first of the season for us!).

My plan:

1. The Asian greens, some of the broccoli, asparagus, mushrooms & tofu need to become some kind of stir-fry or soba noodle soup.
2. The basil is asking to become pesto - perhaps coupled with the remaining tofu (crumbled), some tomatoes, mushrooms & olives over pasta?
3. The silverbeet would go well with some red lentils for a dahl-y soup. Or I could leave the tofu out of the pasta and make Spanikopita with some nutritional yeast...
4. More of the broccoli, mushrooms, silverbeet, carrots, zucchini & tomatoes would go well with some beans for a paella.
5. I think that I will roast the remaining carrots with the potatoes and make a roast veggie salad with some tempeh, cherry tomatoes and tahini sauce.

There: five dinners.

Plus:

1. Bananas will go into morning smoothies with oats, soy milk and almonds. - Breakfast (coffee obviously lives here too)
2. The cherries & strawberries (and the remaining cherry tomatoes) will be devoured alone. - Snacks
3. The apricots are becoming a pie. They simply must. - Desert
4. Some of the apples have been juiced with the celery and mint that we have left over from last week. - Drink
5. Another apple and 3 carrots became muffins (along with some flour, raisins, cinnamon etc). - Morning teas

What would you have done?

And then it all washed away...

So I feel much better today. I'm not entirely sure why, but it could be due to one or all of the following:

I cleaned the bathroom
She slept for 3 hours this afternoon
I re-arranged my study and sewing space
She woke up asking for food, not milk
It rained
Actually, it bucketed down
We went outside and put our hands in the fragrant wet soil



Have a lovely weekend!

A space to sew

OK, next up is my sewing space.



This is still a bit of a work in progress. I found this great sewing organiser thing-y at the secondhand shop some time back and it was previously holding a good portion of my sewing stuff. However, it sits on the ground and it far too attractive to a certain little person - and so my thread etc ends up all over the floor and in a big tangled mess. For the moment, therefore, I have decided to remove all the tempting things from this little cabinet and to take the opportunity to fix it up a little.



In the meantime I borrowed one of Lily's little bookshelves and put it up on a chest-of-draws (out of little person reach) and arranged my stuff in there. The nice thing about this is that I have also been able to fit in some of my favourite bits of fabric (the rest of which live in the linen closet) and some of my growing collection of craft books. The 'inspiration board' was hanging on the wall behind this little shelf and so now it needs to a new home next-door...

Night weaning

So I night-weaned Lily.

She was feeding every hour or so and I was feeling utterly exhausted and so I decided that things just had to change. The weird thing is that it really wasn't a terrible experience. She did wake up a lot on the first night and she did tearfully ask for milk, but she also settled very quickly in my arms and went back to sleep once I rocked her and sang to her. What seemed to matter was that she could chose the song.

The second night was a little harder - only in that she was awake from 12:00-2:30am. She wasn't crying or upset for most of that time mind you. She was mostly trying to go to sleep, but she was finding it really difficult and kept asking me to sing "Hush Little Baby" over and over and over again. I thought that my voice was going to give out and every time she asked I kept thinking "this is the last time that I'll physically be able to sing, after that I am going to have to do something else." But the strange thing was that each and every time I found that I was able to sing and then, finally, she was able to go to sleep.

On the third night she woke at 2am and 4am. She did ask for milk, but quickly changed her mind and asked for a "mama cuddle" when I reminded her that there was "no milk until the morning". Both times she was awake for a total of about 2 minutes. She didn't need me to rock her or even sing. It was amazing.

The next few nights were pretty much the same - 2am and 4am, asked for milk, settled quickly for a cuddle and then back to sleep.

Last night was night eleven and for the last few nights she has either slept through or woken only once and gone back to sleep without anything more than a stroke of the head or a side-by-side snuggle. She isn't waking up desperate for milk in the morning either. She seems quite happy to chat about other things first and then will say (calmly) "other side" as though she is just continuing her evening feed with no interruption.

I am just so proud of her.

Sadly I must admit that I am not feeling any better for this shockingly successful process. If anything I feel worse.

I am not sure why this is. I think that part of it is because my body is using the extra sleep to tell me just how exhausted I am and to have a little bit of a collapse on me. Another part of it may be that Lily has picked up several more feeds during the day to make up for the ones that she is missing out on at night (AKA she is feeding constantly) and so I am feel quite drained and a little suffocated. For this part I found this Kellymom article quite helpful. I also just ordered myself a copy of "Mothering your nursing toddler".

Now I think that I need to get a bit more creative about the snacks that I offer Lily during the day in order to encourage her to eat a little bit more food. I am going to try Dr Sear's nibble tray idea, but I may need to expand my repertoire a little.

Any suggestions?

A space to play

Lately we have been rearranging our home a little - creating better spaces for stuff and our activities. As things settle in, I thought that I would share some of our new spaces with you.

First up are a couple of Lily's spaces:

A space for crafting

A space for dressing-up

A quiet space

A space for toys

Felt makin'

I have finally kicked back into gear and started work on making Lily and her cousin's felt food for Christmas. You might remember that I made a tomato some time back. Well, now I have finished a carrot (and another one is almost done) and I am close to finishing a corn (which is currently serving nicely as a pin cushion...).



The thing is that I simply cannot believe how much work these little things are. There is so much detail to sew and it is taking me forever. Perhaps I just need a little more practice...

Of course it doesn't help that I have become completely obsessed with the idea of making toadstools in the meantime. There are some great free tutorials available online! I just had to start making one of them to satisfy my new-found obsession. I'll post some picture when I've got a nice little group of them growing on my desk.

Fortunately Lily is quite fond of hanging out in my sewing room/study while I do all this makin'. To facilitate this I made her a felt board to play with on a low table.




Though, of course, she would rather be sewing on my machine!

20 months

Dear Lily

You are now 20 months old. In fact, you have been 20 months old for a grand total of 11 days now. Sorry that I am so late with your letter. Fortunately for me you are still telling everyone that you are "18 months", so clearly you're not on to me yet.



The last month with you has been so much fun. I am just loving how articulate you are now. Not only are you able to clearly communicate with us, but you also come out with the most classic lines that give us a great insight into your mind and, often, make us laugh for hours.

Currently some of your favourite phrases are:
"I don't think so."
"Let's do something."
"Actually, it's red [or whatever fact you want to correct...]"
"My/Your hair/dress/car/hammock/ is lovely/pretty/beautiful."

You have also started to realise that you can use this language-thing to negotiate with us. For example, if we tell you that it is time to change your nappy, you will say:
"Go outside, first. Nappy change after." Or you will try to downplay the size of your request, by saying things like: "Watch a little bit of Playschool?"



You also like to anticipate what is going to be said to you in any given situation and it has made me realise just how predictable I am. When you hand me something these days, you say: "Thanks sweetie" and when you go to leave the house with papa you say to me: "Bye Lily. Have fun." You will also change the words to suit different people. So, for example, when you are about to see my dad (grandpa David), you say: "Hello love" but when you are about to see papa you will say: "Hello gorgeous girl." I guess you just like to know what is coming up next.

Being able to anticipate what will come next has actually really helped you to become a lot more independent from me. If you are with someone that you know well and, particularly if you are familiar with the idea of spending time alone with them then you are now usually pretty happy for me to leave you. This has made it a little easier to get my PhD done, which has been nice.



Your capacity to communicate has also allowed you to request your favourite activities (at all hours of the day and night). These particularly include anything creative. You just love making things. You are always asking to paint, draw, paste or play with your playdough. You have also recently started to create specific things - like your painting of a big red crocodile or your playdough animal creations. You also like to pretend to sew and have started asking for fabric and thread to "sew a party dress" - which you started by drawing on some paper to "make a pattern" before trying to shove the fabric under the sewing machine while holding the thread up against it (don't worry, I lowered the needle into the machine). I was very impressed.



Another favourite activity of yours is to play dress ups. We have filled a large wooden chests with some dress up clothes and props for you. You love to layer them on - and then to pick out some fabulous outfits for me ("Mama, put it on"). We had to move our full-length mirror into your 'room' because you always wanted to admire your new outfits in the mirror. You are often declaring them to be "beautiful" and you are quite right.



You have always loved songs and books and that hasn't changed. However, recently you have been keen on 'reading' your books and singing your favourite songs by yourself. You know enough of them off-by-heart now that you can do this and it is so lovely to listen to you. Sadly you clam up when we get out the video camera and so we haven't been able to record anything for you to watch when you get older. Maybe we just need to be a little more subtle.

Finally, you have a new special activity that you like to do with your papa. "I want to have a frothy in a cafe," you will declare (AKA baby-chino). And so the two of you will wander down the hill to Tilleys while I have a bit of time to study or sew. I am quite fond of this new activity too!

It is such a privilege to watch you grow up into such a lovely, inquisitive, creative little person. I am having so much fun. Thank you sweetie.

love
mama
xoxo

7 things - a trip down my memory lane

Al from This Little Piggy Had Tofu (don't you just love that name?) has tagged me in a meme and, since I have been feeling like a slack blogger, I thought that I would jump to it and immediately play. I started with a little childhood memory and suddenly that became the theme. I'm afraid that I also found myself being very wordy. I hope you don't mind taking a little trip down my memory lane...



Rules: Link the person that tagged you and post the rules on your blog. Share 7 random and/or weird facts about yourself. Tag 7 random people at the end of your post and include links. Let each person know that they've been tagged by leaving a comment on their blog.

1. I have kept a journal, in various forms, since I was around 7 years old. My early entries are hilarious - they generally consist of a detailed list of what I ate that day and a short description of my various activities. Generally I wrote the most over the summer and so they would read like this:

"Woke up at 6am. Watched cartoons - Jem, He-man, Smurfs, Baby muppits (etc). Had breakfast of corn flakes. Went to pool. Went to beach. Had lunch - sandwiches. Went to beach again. Went to Grundies and had an ice cream."

(We spent our summers with Grandparents on the Gold Coast).

Every now and then I would make a dramatic confession like the fact that Jem was my favourite cartoon. Occasionally I would also vow to never again speak to my father, brother, mother, or best-friend if I had just had an argument with them. This would quickly be amended to reflect the fact that we had made up minutes later.

2. When I was a child I had quite a few pets. I had a collie dog called Ralphie, two guinea pigs (Ernie and Bert), four dwarf bunnies; a (slightly evil) black cat called Beelzebub (Beezie for short); several goldfish and tropical fish; and a bordie-collie/kelpie-cross named Chockie. Chockie was the best, cutest, smartest dog that ever existed (in my humble opinion).

3. My parents separated when I was 5 years old. I remember the night that they told me quite vividly. My brother was crying and when I asked why my Mum said "We're having pizza for dinner." I was still on a high about this fact when she actually broke the news...
I remember that my Dad took the following day off work because he was so sad, but that I had to go to school. I wasn't sad (I didn't really get it), but I was annoyed that I had to go to school. My parents shared custody (as it was called back then) and my brother and I spent a week at each parent's house - moving every Sunday. I remember believing that this arrangement came about because neither of them could bear to be away from me for too long.



4. I had a small red duffle bag that I used to move between my parent's houses. I would pack it on Sunday mornings, before Sunday school and church, with my basic essentials for the week - school uniform, shoes, homework & treasured items. I must have had two of everything else, but I can't remember. Every week, almost without fail, I would forget something that I had intended to bring with me. I was constantly being told that I needed to be more organised, but now I wonder whether any 5 year-old would have been particularly organised under such an arrangement?

5. When I was about 7 or 8 years old I couldn't make up my mind in the shoe shop when we were buying my school shoes and so my Dad bought me a pair of desert boots. I hated them. One day I had left my only other winter shoes (sneakers) at my Mum's house and so on the Monday I had to wear the desert boots to school. I still remember sitting in the playground with my feet inside my school bag, crying.

6. My dad's house was a passive solar house in Narrabundah that my parents had helped design before the divorce. We lived in it with various other people that my father knew from our church and community, and later with my father's partner and her three children. It had an attic that was a playroom for my brother and I while we were still sharing a room (until it became my brother's bedroom and, later still, my step-brother's bedroom). My room was the only south-west facing room. It was quite large with built-in cupboards. Above the cupboards my father had built a loft that held a single mattress (my bed) and a small bookcase. On the bookcase I stored my treasures (including the costume jewellery that I inherited from my great-grandmother). It was about 3 or 4 metres off the ground and could be accessed only my a small wooden bridge that was too small to comfortably fit an adult. It was my special place and I loved it.

7. My mum's house was in O'Connor. We lived in it with various other people from the peace movement (and some others who had responded to a 'for-rent' ad in the paper). It had a granny flat on the back that Mum used as her room (until my brother was 16 and it became his little zone). We used to redecorate this house all the time. Mum would let us chose paints in any colour we liked and we would paint all the rooms ourselves. My brother selected an amazing combination of turquoise green walls with rose skirting boards. You could see it glowing from the other end of the house. My room was on the north-east corner of the house and it was bright and airy. I painted it sky blue - walls and ceiling - and put glow-in-the-dark stars all over the ceiling. I also had a white dresser and a white hat stand for my clothes. I loved this room too.

OK. Seven people huh? Alright, well here I go (but no pressure, of course. Only play if you feel like it and haven't already):

1. Laura
2. Adelaide Writer
3. Pavlov's Cat
   
4. Karen
5. Chelle
6. &Duck
7. Cat
   

Veg*n Meal Plan Monday

This week I thought that we should try a few recipes from my new cookbook - Eat, Drink & Be Vegan (ED&BV). We started this process out by trying her Chocolate Sin-ammon cake over the weekend - well, actually I forced P. to bake it while I sewed...

I quite liked it, but P. found the spices a little too strong and thought that it didn't taste enough like cake. I must admit, I also thought that it was the very first cake that I have ever thought could do with a little more sweetness... So we covered it with a thick chocolate icing and suddenly it was delicious.

Other than cake, for the rest of the week we plan to eat:

M: Moyashi soba
T: Walnut, white bean & spinach phyllo rolls (ED&BV p.150)
W: Cocoa-coconut chili (ED&BV p.94)
T: Chickpea sensation patties with salad (ED&BV p.125)
F: Pizza

I also plan to bake some Berry Goodness Muffins (ED&BV p.26) for my mother's group on Wednesday.

On my desk...

On my desk this Wednesday: Three new books (received for my birthday) - Printing by hand (So inspiring! I just want to go out and stock up on printing supplies and get started NOW), Drawing from Life (Haven't really gotten into this one yet) & Eat, Drink & Be Vegan (Oh So Good. Must cook everything that I have seen so far and probably will); A pocket for another 'vintage' apron (I am thinking of putting it on a chocolate brown apron with a cream waistband & tie - what do you think?); some fabric and patterns laid out to make a couple of mini tote bags for Christmas; the beginnings of an 'artsy clutch' also for Christmas (yes, it is from the same fabrics as my last apron - I really like the combination and I had just a little of each left over); and poor Mamma bear's apron still waiting to be completed (sorry little bear!).

More desks here.

Veg*n Meal Plan Monday

Here is my recipe plan for the week. I am getting a little bored of this. Are you? I'll keep it short this week, but I am thinking about changing it or dropping it... not sure which.



M: Vegetarian soy 'fish' with mushrooms, greens with a tamarind & ginger sauce
T: Spinach pie
W: Chickpea & eggplant curry & rice
T: Moroccan tangine & couscous
F: Pizza

Why she belongs in Neverland

My wild child is 20 months old today. I will write her letter after I've got this progress review over and done with. It is at 3pm today. We will be driving up to Sydney once Lily and P. get back from seeing Playschool Live. I am a bit sad that I am missing out...

I hope that you all have a lovely weekend!