I won lotto!

Tuesday, August 21, 2012

I won lotto, super exciting, even if it is only the Buitendag Lotto!


We've had this little cheap store money tin for just over a year now, filling it with any spare change we have lying around the house. The idea was that when it was full we would each have a guess as to how much money we had saved and whoever was the closest would 'win' the money to do with as they please. Even Jax had a guess, thanks to his Mema. 


Turns out that Roelof didn't realise that I had been putting all his gold coins into the tin, so he thought there was going to be considerably less inside. I promise I didn't do that on purpose.  We ended up with $76.75 not bad hey! And that made ME the winner of the Buitendag Lotto. 




Now I just need to decided how I am going to spend my winnings :) And get another tin for our next lotto. 

Me and Jamie Oliver got a thing goin' on!

Wednesday, August 15, 2012

Anyone who knows me well will tell you that I love to cook and get all fancy in the kitchen. I have subscriptions to Donna Hay, Delicious and Gourmet Traveller. I love dinner parties and feeding my friends. My husband gets annoyed when he wants to record a rugby game as our foxtel hardrive has no space left, it's full of episodes from the Lifestyle Food channel. And YES I need to keep them even if I have watched them, what if I want to watch them again!? If my house was on fire I would save my 76 recipe books, I swear, I would drag the whole ruddy bookcase out! After my son and husband of course! 


If I had to hazard a guess, I would say that I get my love of cooking from my mother. That's two fold. 

1. My Mum LOVES to cook. She spends her weekends and her days off in the kitchen, when she flies interstate to visit, her carry on luggage is food she's cooked for us. We plan our family Christmas meal, a multiple courses lunch, weeks in advance. 

2. Growing up my mother would NEVER let me into her kitchen. She said I would make too much of a mess that I never cleaned up (I feel the same about Roelof). That made me all the more eager to cook up a storm (literally). 

It's been sometime since I have been able to sink my teeth into a good recipe. First there was being pregnant = sleeping 13 hours a day doesn't leave much time for cooking, especially when most of the food I ate I brought back up anyway. Then I birthed a newborn and again sleep took over, along with attending to my little 'pudding'. It is also difficult to walk around after having a forceps delivery = OUCH. Thought I would add that for effect.

On the weekend however I got my mojo back, Jamie Oliver and I tackled the kitchen! I recently acquired Jamie's 30 minute meals, perfect for a busy Mum. I was super skeptical as not only is Jamie professionally trained, I told my sister in law that I suspect he has ADHD and that contributes to his culinary speed! Jamie Oliver, Challenge Accepted! I gave myself 45 minutes to complete the meal, cause ya know, I ain't a professional chef. 





I managed to pull off the meal in 45 minutes. Would have been less too if I could have gotten the darn lid of the jar of preserved cherries. I will admit that my husband helped with one or two tasks, he said I had "two chefs" and I said "more like a Sous Chef" (don't get ahead of yourself buddy, I'm kitchen boss here). He then asked if he could be Gordon Ramsey!!


Thanks Jamie Oliver for a fantastic start to our "Free Day Saturday" (We've started clean eating, and while most of this was clean, that big calorie laden dessert was most certainly not, but that's why it's a FREE DAY der!) Today my baby faced son and I watched a few episodes of Jamie's 30 Minute Meals while he had his feed, so I am all ready and excited for my next rendezvous with my kitchen. I just had one question Jamie, do you clean your own kitchen, or do you have someone do that for you? Because I reckon that would add another 30 minutes to the process, well if you are as messy as I!


My heart has legs! Two little chubby baby legs!

Monday, August 6, 2012

If you don't have beautiful little babes yet and someone who has beautiful babes says to you ... 'parenting is the hardest but most rewarding thing I have ever done', LISTEN UP! Tuck that little gem away in your brain to be plucked out the day you give birth to a slimy, goop covered bundle of gorgeousness! And then remind yourself everyday of it before your feet hit the floor, which will be numerous times in a 24 hour period now that you have a 'little'.

I am in love with my son, he is more amazing and gorgeous and funny and perfect than I could have imagined! That's 2 for 2 now, husband and baby. It's amazing how the smallest things bring me such joy these days, a new noise he makes, seeing recognition in his eyes, when he wiggles to get comfortable on my shoulder and listening to him fart in his sleep.

But boy is it HARD work. I don't think I have ever been so tried in my entire life, or so clueless! Some days I have to think real hard about whether or not i have had a shower. I have had a number of melt downs because my house looks like a farm of pigs have invaded and set up camp. My brother suggested I open a few windows for airing purposes seeing as I have been stuck inside (like some recluse cat lady) held hostage by the whims of a 2 month old. I have 6 magazines that arrived in the post sitting on my coffee table, spines uncracked (i keep telling myself i will get to those). And my socks rarely match.

I know all of you mothers with a child over 2 months of age or more than one child are most likely smirking right now, thinking 'you just wait' but seriously cut a brother some slack! I admit to being fresh off the boat, it's all I know.

Broken sleep is hard, no sleep is harder! My brother keeps reminding me that the constant playing of a baby crying is actually used as a torture method! Having a baby is hard work! But......

It's so unbelievably rewarding!

My little 'chub box', 'pudding', 'pork chop' (just some of the nicknames I have for my son, I also used to call him a jagaloon 'step brothers' but then we looked the meaning of that one up) is going through his first wonder week at the moment. Which idiot decided to name them 'wonder' weeks I would like to know. I looked up the definition of wonder, it means: 

A feeling of surprise mingled with admiration, caused by something beautiful, unexpected, unfamiliar, or inexplicable. 

I think hell week is a better description! However even when my son wakes up every 20 minutes during his nap time in the day and wants to feed every 3 hours instead of his routine 4 and just cries for no reason, I adore cuddling him, shushing him and telling him softly in his little ear 'it is okay', and kissing his little cheek as he falls asleep exhausted on my shoulder.

As Elizabeth Stone said "Making the decision to have a child is momentous. It is to decide forever to have your heart go walking around outside your body."

Let me share some of my favourite pictures of my little heart, because after all, who can resist a cute baby!!!!! Enjoy xx 


My Mema knits the best beanies
Excited about going to church
Day I was born and 5 weeks later
1 month old and almost 2 months old