25 February 2011

My big kindy boy!


Elliot started kindy today!


Is he not just the cutest little kindy kid ever? I think he is.

He's been very excited ever since we've started talking about him going to kindy soon. And when I told him yesterday he'd get to go to kindy BY HIMSELF tomorrow he was very happy! Our Mr Independent.

Why does life go so fast?! It's absolutely mental.
It seems like just the other month that we had just met this little man.


And now he's nearly 3!


Crazy.

Well, until 4pm when I pick him up! I'll let you know how he goes. I hope he's having fun.


23 February 2011

A Sparrow and an Earthquake



On Monday, a sparrow died on my deck, just outside my back door. I've always had a soft spot for sparrows, and it made me very sad and I wished that I could have done more to help it.

I was going to make my post about this sparrow, and how I felt and what Elliot and I did with it, but then a magnitude 6.3 earthquake struck Christchurch, only 5km deep, 10km SE of the CBD.

Suddenly, one little sparrow - while still sad - had less of an impact on me than the madness and destruction in our beloved country. New Zealand is small, and if other New Zealanders are anything like me - and I suspect they are somewhat - they will be fiercely proud of our beautiful little piece of the world. To see some of it struck down like this is devastating.



Christchurch, our hearts are aching for you. Our tears are flowing. We want to reach out our hands to help you and we will do whatever we can that will make a difference.

I can't bear to think of the children that have been left without mothers or fathers, the parents that don't know where their children are, husbands who can't find their wives, friends that don't know if their friends are safe, people who know their loved ones are in one of the collapsed buildings. It's just awful.

Amongst all of this, it's okay that the sparrow died here on Monday. I'm glad I could give it some compassion in it's final moments, futile though that might be to a bird that doesn't understand humans. I'm glad that Elliot and I could say a prayer together after we had wrapped it up. Because it immediately brought to mind these verses from the Bible. Verses which tell us how our God is in control. Verses which speak to us about how much our heavenly Father cares for us - no matter what happens.

Matthew 6:25-26 says, "Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or drink; or about your body, what you will wear. Is not life more important than food, and the body more important than clothes? Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they?"

Matthew 10:29-31 says, "Are not two sparrows sold for a penny? Yet not one of them will fall to the ground apart from the will of your Father. And even the very hairs of your head are all numbered. So don't be afraid; you are worth more than many sparrows."

Here at my house, God knew it was time for that sparrow to die.
In Christchurch, during that earthquake, God knew what was happening, and was there.
In the times that are now following, God is there.

I am not eloquent and do not have impressive words to write. I just pray that these words from Jesus' mouth will bring comfort to those who are hurt, frightened, lost and grieving. I pray that God would use this time to bring New Zealand closer to Himself, and New Zealanders closer to each other.

Christchurch, we've got your back.

03 February 2011

New year, new habits and stuff.

Right, I know it's February already (what?!), but I figure it's still close enough to the New Year to be able to cash in on a few New Year-ly inspired habits. What say you? Sweet.

First up, I've decided to hang a new hook right next to our front door. 'Why?,' I hear you ask. Well, after being caught out this morning at Mainly Music by a wee girl who did a sneaky sneaky poop in her pants and a big boy who is toilet training (and doing very well, by the way!), I thought it might be a good idea to get back into the habit of carrying a nappy bag with me, wherever I go. The hook will be so that I can just grab it on my way out and hang it straight back up on the way back in again.

Here's a pic of my packed nappy bag. (Handmade by yours truly, no less!)


It contains: wipes, a nappy for each child (Elliot wears them at night still), plastic bags, nappy cream, a pair of undies (with a cute giraffe on them) and pants, a pair of socks for Rosie, a bib (pink-backed leopard print, thanks Sister!), a muesli bar and drink bottle (for those times the kids just get desperate!).


Next on the list of New Year-ly inspired stuff is my wardrobe.

I have long had too many clothes. I am one of those people who has kept things with the idea that 'when I lose weight I'll be able to wear this, that and the other thing (x50) again.' Well. I have come to a newly accepted place of okay-ness. Let me explain. I am at the largest (trying to avoid saying 'fattest'...) I have ever been. While my husband and lovely friends still assure me I am not "fat," I don't really believe them. But alas, that is not what I am trying to explain. 

So, I am in the larger stage of life, with not a huge hope right now to drastically lose lots of weight for a wee while as we are still aiming to be in the family-producing years for a little while yet. But now I'm mostly okay with that. I don't mind being a bit large if it means I get to bring more beautiful children into the world. And our children really are beautiful! ;) And it is an enormous privilege to be able to grow them inside my own body, something I've never taken for granted.

I've decided that my wardrobe needs to reflect me, rather than the me I'd rather be. I don't want to be constantly confronted with the message from myself that I am not adequate. I don't want to despair every time I try to find something to wear because I have so many clothes but less than half that fits!

So in a bid to be more practical, I have had a wardrobe clear out. (Funny how often I seem to do this! I must stop shopping.) I have some piles of clothes that I really like but do not fit. So this weekend when we go up to visit family, I am taking them with me to give two of my three awesome sisters-in-law, Sarah and Anita, to pick through, and then I'll take them to an op-shop. I hope Sarah and Anita like some of the ones I really liked - I'd much prefer to see them go to a nice home!


This is the pile I've cleared.

And look how much space I've made in my drawers!


Hello Rosie!


Okay, it actually doesn't look like much, but if you consider I used to have to squish down the stuff in there to shut the drawers, and now I have spare space, it's pretty good!

I am pleased with myself for finally taking this positive step towards self-acceptance. Now if that didn't sound cheesy and contrived I don't know what will. But I am glad I've been able to let go of this unhealthy clothing thing.


Phew! That's enough heavy stuff!

I'll leave you with a cute picture of the kids. Hayden and his Dad were chainsawing up some of the stumps from the hedges they pulled down for firewood and the kids were enjoying watching them from the safety of behind the glass door.


Sweeties huh?