tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-75007476152592123972024-03-12T21:44:56.471-07:00Love, Family & Balancelittle bit about everything. things i have learnt, things i want to teach my boys, how to be the best men they can be in life, how to treat a lady, recording things so i can look back and remember or pass it forward. XXmumoffourboys...http://www.blogger.com/profile/01526132936736661594noreply@blogger.comBlogger35125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7500747615259212397.post-63009518687148599202015-06-22T21:25:00.000-07:002015-06-22T21:27:01.726-07:00Theories..Imagination....Play...Me!!<span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">So this next assignment is hard. Developmental psychology, pick a theorist of psychology and analyse their theories and relate them into your own life starting with how something in your childhood has impacted or moulded you for adulthood.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">It been a week and a half and i was stumped. I have researched my psychologist and his theories but for some reason couldn't pin point a memory or a glimmer of something that has crossed over or impacted me from childhood to adulthood.......</span><br />
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<span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">My mind has been racing i cant switch off as I'm trying to search in my memory bank for that one thing......</span><br />
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<span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Then it came to me. I put up the holiday calender on the wall of the activities the boys are doing, rugby clinics, cross country training, kindy, drive in night, trip up the coast to see my dad, heaps of stuff around the house needs doing..........SCHOOL HOLIDAYS!!</span><br />
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<span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Every single school holidays for me from the age of 5-11 (for roughly 6 years) I spent being a mum, i would open up a pretend shop, and i would load my bike up and pretend to travel around Australia. I had the most vivid imagination. I could never sit still, as soon as i would wake up every single day of the school holidays i had a plan. If i pretended i was a mum to my dolls, i would put them to bed and make dinner with my tea set, i would pretend to make beds, was clothes in a bucket and hang them out. I was role playing a role that i looked forward to but wasn't old enough to realise.</span><br />
<span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">If i played shops i would have a cash register and sell my drawings to my mum or dad, or at one stage i created a drive through where i pretended to make food to sell to the people driving by. Obviously this was my sub conscience getting me ready for my adult life of working really hard for 19 years at the one job.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">It was me as a young child wanting to juggle working and being a mother, i was trying to role play finding a balance from the age of 5-11. To provide and nurture at the same time. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I couldn't sit still long enough to watch a movie </span><span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; text-align: center;">on the holidays or just lay on the lounge and do nothing, i would still be playing when mum would call us for dinner at 6pm. I would only stop for lunch. My bike was my transport and my imagination was everything. As i got older, I </span>strived<span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; text-align: center;"> to do well, and nothing was ever to hard, if i didn't get it the first time i usually got it the 2nd or 3rd time. I got my licence first go and i walked up to the local shops at 13 & 8 months and got my first part time job. Before i left school i sent out 32 resumes to salons to try and have a back up plan in case i wanted a year off from studying/uni and i only had 2 interviews with Stefan and i was employed and i still had 3 weeks of grade 12 left. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I think this has all stemmed back from the imagination and play based child i was growing up. I often think if sport was "really" pushed in my family would i have given that a crack as well? I played club netball but didn't go any further......</span><br />
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<span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">There was also no social media back then to so i think imagination and play was so much more common. Looking back I honestly think it shaped me to be the mother/wife/worker that i am today. As i child i strived to be all those things and i knew that's what i wanted.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">So <span style="background-color: yellow;">Lev</span> Vygotsky i fit into your theories that Imaginative play is essential in cognitive development., but it is fast becoming endangered by our busy lives. Children now days who spend to much time watching TV or or electrical devices are not developing the language and reasoning skills that are so critical to early childhood development. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Now to write my 2500 assignment!!! Thanks Vygotsky ....Now boys go and play....... XX</span><br />
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There is only a handful of students that really leave their mark on my husband and Rory Humphrey's is one of these students.<br />
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When Dave met Rory when he started at St Edmund's college I remember him saying "This boy has talent, he's the real deal."<br />
So it wasn't long before the bond began to form. You have to earn "Mr Mile's" trust you don't have to be the best or the fastest or the most talented but if you show respect and the ability to want to learn and be the best you can be.... You have won Mr Miles over. Rory did this. Everything Dave suggested he did, he trusted him and Dave believed in him. Dave didn't want to be his mate, he wanted to be his mentor. So many teachers get this wrong with students, they have enough mates, they want guidance and reassurance and mentoring. This is why Dave's relationships work with his students he coaches. We knew Rory but we had never met him, that's how much Dave would speak of him. I remember his mum messaging me from her car while i was at home with my boys saying "Mr Miles has gone 25 mins over training what they hell?"<br />
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Rory went onto captain the 1st XV and was an awesome leader for his peers, Dave could rely on him. To motivate and lead by example. Rory was outstanding at schoolboy rugby union but was also a gun rugby league player so was juggling both, he made both QLD schoolboys union and league and had to chose.<br />
Again he confided in Dave for advice and direction.<br />
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He made AIC teams, and also Met west. After completing year 12 and not getting the best OP he wanted (12), he chatted again with Dave about his options. Dave suggested repeating grade 12 and re focusing on his academic side and telling him he would watch him like a hawk with his studies, and drop him from sporting teams if his grades fell. Repeating year 12 Rory made Representative sides yet again so he had now made QLD schoolboys league in 2010 and 2012, and QLD schoolboys union 2011,2012 before getting picked up by the Sydney tigers (league) after he completed year 12 and obtaining an amazing OP of 6. He didn't last long at the tigers before becoming a little homesick ( he was only 17) and was picked up by the Gold Coast titans U20 squad where he still is. Dave tries to watch or record all his games and you can see his proud face every time he sees him. The reason why their bond is so strong is that there was a mutual understanding from the beginning Dave was there to guide and mentor him to make him the best he could be in the time frame that Dave was present in his schooling. Many teachers loose sight of this, they don't want another mate they want direction and support. Dave brought out the best in Rory and Rory made Dave's experience at St Edmund's one he will never forget. I'm <br />
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<br />mumoffourboys...http://www.blogger.com/profile/01526132936736661594noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7500747615259212397.post-17317673775604203742015-04-15T06:54:00.001-07:002015-04-15T16:08:41.776-07:00My life with endometriosis <span style="background-color: white; color: purple; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>14Th Jan 2015. I took control of my body. And had surgery.</b></span><br />
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I live in a household with 5 athletic, strong, fit on the go males. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">They are crazy. Everything is about sport and I'm pretty sure they would watch lawn bowls if had to. Its very hard. And for the past 3 years i have struggled to keep up with them. Its extremely hard being the only female, however i have said time and time again god threw so many boys at me to test me...daily.</span><br />
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I had my first child at 22, emergency c section 9 pounds. It wasn't the best experience, so when son #2 was on the way i was advised to have another c section so it was planned another 9 pounder. #3 was also another planned c section he was the smallest at 8 and a half pounds at 38 weeks. I was told maybe no more as my uterus wasn't in the best shape after having 3 big boys.</span><br />
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We considered a 4th child but it all came down to if my OB would do another c section as i wasn't sure being #4, i was already 5 weeks pregnant, i started to bleed at 8 weeks and thought I had lost #4 however after having a scan i was loosing my 2nd gestational sac ...yes i was pregnant with twins., and i lost baby #5 at 8 weeks. ( i think my uterus was so damaged i couldn't hold 2 babies)</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">#4 was born at 36 weeks as my waters broke and i went into labour and he was over 9 pounds at 36 weeks!!!!! another emergency c section like #1</span><br />
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Totally and utterly finished. 4 healthy big baby boys. I knew i was complete as a mother. And i knew i wasn't meant to have 5 babies.</span><br />
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12 years of giving my body to my boys and making them the most healthy lads they could be took a toll on me.</span><br />
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I wasn't the same after #4.</span><br />
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Then my journey began. I didn't like my body at all. I was surrounded by fit, energetic motivated males and i had nothing left to give. My body was tired and broken.</span><br />
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I was in pain everyday. My scar tissue ached. My periods were 16 days long, 2 days off then started again.... i put up with this for 2 years after #4, last year i got to the point where i lived on <span style="background-color: yellow;">endone </span>and panadol and had a heat pack on my belly at all times. My hormones were unbelievable. My body was tense 24/7 and i was loosing so much blood at period time i was having iron injections to get me through. I was physically and emotionally drained and had two babies 14 months apart.</span><br />
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Then i hit the point of having indigestion every single time i ate. I would hold my chest to try and get food down. Everything burnt in my chest.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I watched the boys exercise and run and just sit and watch.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I was in agony but just tried to suck it up.</span><br />
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I had learnt to live with the pain daily. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">However it was affecting my life as a wife and mother.</span><br />
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I went to see my OB (finally) 3 years after having #4 and my third year of living in agony.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">And he was in shock that i had lived with it for so long. He confirmed for me, I had endometriosis. All through my uterus. And it had spread up into my ribs and coated them hence why i felt winded all the time now. </span><br />
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I couldn't breathe. I couldn't keep up with the boys. I had a hernia behind my belly button from my last pregnancy so i couldn't bend down fully so how the hell was i going to go to the gym or do a fitness circuit in the back yard with master 8?</span><br />
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I ended up in the emergency dept just before xmas 2014. And i lived on panadene fort daily till my operation in Jan 2015.</span><br />
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I had made the decision to end the pain once and for all and regain control of my body so i had a part hysterectomy ....uterus, Fallopian tubes, and cervix, i had a hernia removed from my belly button, and some laser surgery to fuse the endo of my ribs.</span><br />
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recovery was hard, especially with 4 kids and a husband starting a new job the week after my operation. However 3 months on and i feel like a new person. I have this new found energy and i am about to start doing some fitness with my 8 year old this coming week. Taking it slowly.</span><br />
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There are a few ads on <span style="background-color: yellow;">at the moment</span> about endometriosis being a silent pain, and i can confirm that it is. You cant describe it. No one can see it or feel it, so you tend to tell yourself to suck it up, get on with things. sometimes you just cant. You need to acknowledge that its not going to go away or fix itself. The pain will affect your day to day life over time. I'm going to try and get balance back into my life now, and try to get my body back after 12 years nurturing babies.</span><br />
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If anyone needs any help or guidance please message me. My surgeon is amazing and he so understanding of how delicate this subject and operation is to women.</span><br />
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here's to more energy and less pain. XXXXX</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span>mumoffourboys...http://www.blogger.com/profile/01526132936736661594noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7500747615259212397.post-11676994071207045442013-07-10T18:59:00.000-07:002013-07-10T18:59:03.238-07:00Let your career find you.......<span style="color: #4c1130;">As a child I was full on. I think this is why God was looking down on me and gave me 4 adorable, different, strong willed, loud, rough boys....all very unique might I add.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #4c1130;">He's testing me daily.....</span><br />
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<span style="color: #4c1130;">Its funny today I'm reflecting on my career choice. As tomorrow I am doing a very special ladies hair for her wedding. I have known her and her mum since they walked into Stefan at Loganholme....about 17 years ago. I love a wedding, it makes ME feel like I'm so special because they have chosen me to make them look AMAZING....I love seeing brides faces light up, or tears when I get to put the veil on right at the end....the excitement of the day for them and watching them bask in the limelight....it gives me shivers every single time I'm apart of a very special moment...And I feel so blessed they have chosen me.....</span><br />
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<span style="color: #4c1130;">Then it got me thinking ....17 years ago I was so ready to tackle uni and be an early childhood teacher as my other love as you may already have guessed it is ......children. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #4c1130;">Why did my life lead me down the hairdressing path.....?</span><br />
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<span style="color: #4c1130;">I think.... my first and foremost calling was to be a mother........to care and nurture and guide my boys to the best of my ability, it wasn't teaching because I would have my hands full with 4 boys of my own.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #4c1130;">I was given the opportunity to take a path where I could work around my children and have a skill which I cherish everyday as a gift.</span><br />
<span style="color: #4c1130;">I have a job where I can make people shine. I have a job where I can make someone's bad day.....awesome. I can make someone feel/look a billion dollars..... and I wouldn't trade that for any job. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #4c1130;">Tomorrow the beautiful bride I have the honour of doing has been in my life for 17 years, I have been there for her teenage years, her uni years, her highs and lows, and watching her meet the man of her dreams after jet setting overseas and experiencing life. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #4c1130;">She sat in my salon after a breakup a little while ago and vowed to me she was never getting married or having children and as she cried and I could see her heart was broken into a thousand pieces I knew this was a learning curve for her and that her life would go on.......</span><br />
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<span style="color: #4c1130;">This is the magic of my job.....I get to watch people grow, and experience life I get to go on many different journey's with them......which to me is an amazing honour....</span><br />
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<span style="color: #4c1130;">When I leave to go tomorrow to a magical wedding I will be nervous, as I always am, its a huge responsibility my job that I take seriously ....I'm creating memories for someone....I'm making someone look amazing ...and when they look back on their wedding pictures they look at themselves and it takes their breathe away.....that is always my goal.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #4c1130;">I'm so grateful I didn't go to Uni, I think letting the job choose you is by far the best way to go.....when they boys throw job ideas around of what they want to be ...... I think I will be suggesting to let the job or career path choose them.......and to take each day as it comes as there are so many opportunities out there.....</span><br />
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<span style="color: #4c1130;">I get the best of both worlds in my job...... being a mummy/wife and creating beauty.......who could ask for anything more. I feel very blessed ........</span><br />
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mumoffourboys...http://www.blogger.com/profile/01526132936736661594noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7500747615259212397.post-57949339926386356782013-06-07T20:08:00.000-07:002013-06-07T20:09:21.761-07:00another week another crazy household....Another crazy crazy week.... You know what annoys me more than ever is when people say to me..."OMG Tom would be such a help and it would only really be like having 3 boys!" um HELL NO!!!!<br />
yes he can grab you stuff or make his own toast in the mornings but I'm sorry reality is he's the needy one at the moment by far.....<br />
So we lost a sports bag this week...only had 2012 cross country shirt which is highly sentimental to me...a pair of shorts...not too bad and then a $100 pair of Nike Free runs (sneakers) after ordering him to look everywhere as i saw red.....One shoe turned up yesterday...Toms...words well we are half way there aren't we mum!!! yes son we are!<br />
Geography assignment due...mum proof reading on Tues and Thurs night after working of course.<br />
on deforestation in Indonesia and Malaysia....YAWN.<br />
Then after i proof read Tom informs me that a science assignment is due Friday that he wasn't there for as he was at Met north cross country so he didn't actually perform the experiment.....Well son you can submit the assignment unless you have some results....what about asking for an extension or emailing your science teacher might be a good idea? Oh yeah i will do that mum......."SIGH"<br />
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Cross country is taking it toll on me....i set my alarm 2 mornings a week to wake tom up at 6am....we made one this week, second one after shaking him about 15 times without waking the little ones...i decided to go back to bed....<br />
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Then we lost a PE shirt...looked for 3 days to find it.......i remembered washing it but had no idea where i put it......Then after the 3 days on Thursday.....tom goes: oh mum i found the PE shirt it was in my bag i grabbed it Monday and forgot...... thanks son.<br />
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Ok so that's just Thomas.....<br />
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gone through 18 litres of milk and its Saturday......yay.<br />
grocery shopping is now done on a Wednesday (child free) and its working as i seem to not forget anything....however i have to top up wither fri or sun...when i hear .....mum there isn't anything left!!!!<br />
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i have worked this week battling bronchiolitis coughing my guts up but whats a sick day honestly....they are for the weak.....ha ha.<br />
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mini beast project due on Tues....honestly Jonah could probably teach Tom at the rate hes going....he amazes me that child.....his memory blows my mind....<br />
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little ones...well.... climbing and rand sacking everything.....they are like partners in crime....door slamming is our new fun thing to do and sadly Tate cops the brunt of it 99% of the time......<br />
plus lets find a chair and climb everything has re surfaced after about 4 years since Jonah had dome it....<br />
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GET OFF<br />
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you know the loud noisy smelly testosterone driven house that i call home.<br />
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I learnt something last week though ...Never take the little ones to Jonah's rugby training ever again...they both ran off into the car park in pitch black and Tom was trying to herd one back while i had the other cornered. so this week i sought help....grandad kindly took Jonah so i could go to Thomas' 4pm game....last game and then head straight to get little ones from kindy and straight home....No detour to rugby/...whoop whoop.....but sadly there wasn't a fairy at home ready to feed and bath them....bloody fairy always lets me down.....<br />
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my beautiful my has been roped into watching all 4 tonight....you think Tom is easy....unless hes going to do homework tonight he will probably annoy Jonah all night while mum tends to the little ones...so i have warned next door could be a tad loud....<br />
Im off to the rugby with my husband yes i actually do have a husband, and now that rugby has finished today for 2013 (well school rugby) he will now coach QLD....but I'm not thinking about that yet.....i can sit next to him and watch even more rugby and try not to fall asleep with exhaustion......after prob averaging 4 hours sleep a night this week......thats a good week.<br />
and try not to annoy the people next to me with my barking cough......<br />
But ...its a night out with out someone hanging off me, wiping an arse, or getting rid off a snot nose, or working on this bloody science assignment...........TALK TO GMA SUCKERS MUM HAS FROM 6-10pm off.......<br />
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<span style="color: #20124d; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Its hard i share my birthday with my beautiful sister so never really had a day "to myself" really. I also make sure the boys celebrate their days but i just view it as another day really. I'm not too hung up on "getting older" 40 excites me...i think i have more energy now that what i had when i was 20....sounds weird but i think the craziness of having 4 boys keeps me very active.....mind you I'm sleep deprived and have been for about 4 years now....YAWN.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #20124d; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">experienced my first year 8 Marist parent teacher yesterday HOLY MOLEY!!!! talk about organised. and run like every 7 mins i got gonged to move onto my next teacher that took me more than 7 minutes to fine....yikes. So i was late SHOCK HORROR...i had my list off teacher in my hand and basically ran to the gym....great sight i can tell you that. first meeting MATHS my fav subject...NOT.</span><br />
<span style="color: #20124d; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">great teacher went through toms maths test that 150% went straight over my head ,but i smiled and nodded like i was the maths genius i am....he he. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #20124d; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Cut a long story short the reasoning behind Tom making me see all 6 teachers was because he got a glowing report....whew praise the lord. and is getting a B in every subject ...double Whew!!!! his was done....thank goodness.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #20124d; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Then i had to pick up Jonah who had been to swimming with grandad as i couldn't be in 2 places at the one time....I am good...but unfortunately I'm not that good.</span><br />
<span style="color: #20124d; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">so grabbed him dropped them home then got straight back into the car for Jonah's parent teacher interview...i actually had 5 mins spare waiting so of course i check facebook and check my emails...thank you IPHONE for making my life a tiny bit easier......Jonahs interview great also talked about extending him with his reading etc so all was good i even took a few notes on my scrappy piece of paper i had the whole afternoon's events scribbled on and also Eli;s scribble that i had to read through...looked like a dogs breakfast...got home Dave was finishing up dinner he had sent my mum home who i think was ready to be committed after having Eli and Tate for 2 hours for me....note to self split those two up.</span><br />
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mumoffourboys...http://www.blogger.com/profile/01526132936736661594noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7500747615259212397.post-76574578886700531102013-02-28T20:21:00.000-08:002013-02-28T20:42:05.399-08:00What is Real?<span style="color: purple;">"What is REAL?" asked the rabbit one day, when (he and the skin horse) were laying side by side near the nursery fender, before Nana came to tidy the room.</span><br />
<span style="color: purple;">"Does it mean having things that buzz inside you and a stick out handle?"</span><br />
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<span style="color: purple;">"Real isn't how you are made," said the skin horse. "Its a thing that happens to you. When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but really loves you, then you become Real.</span><br />
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<span style="color: purple;">"Sometimes," said the skin horse, for he was always truthful. </span><br />
<span style="color: purple;">"When you are real you don't mind being hurt."</span><br />
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<span style="color: purple;">"It doesn't happen all at once," said the skin horse. "You become. It takes a long time. That's why it doesn't happen often to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or have to be carefully kept. Generally, by the time you are real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get all loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don't matter at all, because once you are real you cant be ugly, except to people who don't understand.</span><br />
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<span style="color: purple;">Running into a mum today and chatting about a few things it made me reflect on Thomas and his journey through anxiety and his feelings abandonment from his dad.....</span><br />
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<span style="color: purple;">No child is perfect and every single one of my boys is very unique and different. I think as parents we shouldn't beat ourselves up if we are faced with challenges that might arise... asperger's, anxiety, speech, hearing, learning difficulties...we aren't all perfect...but we are real and these are real issues that kids can encounter. And there is support out there to help parents get on top of things right now. its not failure by all means......its life. And if you seek out for help that's being the best parent you can be. You are taking the step to help your child be the best they can be.</span><br />
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<span style="color: purple;">I look back and I'm so glad Thomas saw a child psychiatrist it has shaped and made him the great young man he is today. I was petrified that all his built up anger and emotions from his dad would all surface when he was a teenager....And I wanted it sorted right then and there so he could enjoy being a kid. I'm going to be honest it was tough for a few years he would lash out get angry wasn't sure how to control how he felt towards his dad, so the counselling help him understand.....why he was feeling like this. I did feel like a failure....but for the future I had to do it for him. Dave supported everything and we could see changes in him after a little bit of time. You have to commit and think of the child... they will be better for it in the long run.</span><br />
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<span style="color: purple;">honestly parenting decisions are not easy...but I think as a couple and maternally you know what is the best avenue to take when it comes to your child.</span><br />
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mumoffourboys...http://www.blogger.com/profile/01526132936736661594noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7500747615259212397.post-53931684363969486372013-02-23T02:42:00.001-08:002013-02-23T02:42:05.164-08:00Being the little brother...We had to have the chat with Jonah the other night about ..."being the annoying little brother" when Tom has mates over. You know the usual chat leave them alone, don't be annoying, stay upstairs... Blah blah blah. He took it but you could see the disappointment in his face Mr 6 wanting to be Mr 13.... It's hard not to be a follower... Especially When you have a much older brother. When Toms mates were here Jonah sat at the back stairs and watched.... Everything they did. I watched him jumping out of his skin to get down those back stairs to show them he could keep up... It was cute. He wanted to be one of them. When my husband came home he was down there like a flash... He was in absolute awe... He was talking to them like he had been hanging around them the last 3 years... I have never experienced this feeling as I am the eldest of my family... I remembered getting frustrated and annoyed which I'm sure Tom gets... But standing back and looking at them it was nice to know Tom helped him and made him feel welcome ... I'm glad he set the example.... Because now it's onto the "don't be a follower be a leader" chat to master 6 year old. So many life lessons even when your little. <br/><br/><div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0fmAhhyphenhyphenVPnsxvm_XcHEX-fTc9rHaewHhAX3zAvm55g0eVhywSut_wVv53PsQiNZvMnDGXrXsUmGl2nA1q0CzmukDBMXcOc4d9yKmOIdGYO7UtEBiVQY2mHAiGuXCQmnJ8sh8dhF7Yvzh_/s640/blogger-image--1566667325.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0fmAhhyphenhyphenVPnsxvm_XcHEX-fTc9rHaewHhAX3zAvm55g0eVhywSut_wVv53PsQiNZvMnDGXrXsUmGl2nA1q0CzmukDBMXcOc4d9yKmOIdGYO7UtEBiVQY2mHAiGuXCQmnJ8sh8dhF7Yvzh_/s640/blogger-image--1566667325.jpg" /></a></div>mumoffourboys...http://www.blogger.com/profile/01526132936736661594noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7500747615259212397.post-89882599769986993682013-02-11T18:50:00.001-08:002013-02-11T18:50:45.489-08:00My little Tate...<div class="aboveUnitContent">
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mumoffourboys...http://www.blogger.com/profile/01526132936736661594noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7500747615259212397.post-55327465720924886062012-07-15T18:38:00.002-07:002012-07-15T18:45:03.574-07:00Never too late....MAN... well haven't written too much in term 2 as it is the most chaotic term in our household every single year. We have rugby 7 days a week, plus working, plus kids sport, plus my husbands many commitments...just utter CRAZY. However Term 3 has hit and I'm feeling a little more on top of it all after that shocking term.<br />
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I am currently also studying a diploma in counselling. Yeah a little crazy but hay why not?<br />
My train of thought was i love my job as a hairdresser and I'm wanting to improve my skills when i chat to my clients, so i can help and understand them a little better and know how to handle situations that may arise in conversations we have in my home salon.<br />
I also am very interested down the track to specialise in Woman's health and also first time mother's.<br />
My aim is to open an centre or even a premises that allows me to combine both skills of hairdressing and helping the needs of mums/women. Its my 5 year plan. doing the study now so hopefully when Mr T starts prep i can dive into this 110%.<br />
I attended a workshop yesterday and OMG was it amazing or what. So many beautiful women with so many stories. Blew me away. We did role playing where we had to try and help that person and guide them in the right directions...I had the most amazing time. I had no fear. All the women were over 30 mainly looking for a career change. There was 4 hairdressers...go figure. 4 teachers. a few that worked in government jobs in admin, and a few stay at home mums. One was even 20 weeks pregnant with a 2 year old and didn't want to go back to her old job she has had for 17 years.<br />
There was no judgements no trying to out do each other there was no high maintenance women it was really a great group of women each with there own story. And a lot with "Life" experiences.<br />
I said to my husband last night I'm glad now i have chosen to do this its something that can add to my hairdressing. i learnt yesterday that i show even my hair clients too much feeling the first thing i want to do when i hear someone upset is to console them and tell them its OK, however in counselling its a different approach so yesterday i learnt how to separate the 2 and not get so emotionally involved with my clients. it really did all make sense to me. i also learnt a few positive parenting tips to bring into our home to use on the boys. which i tried last night and worked very well....the SANDWICH AFFECT.......positive/negative/finishing on a positive....ALWAYS.<br />
Mr J thank you for putting your clothes away.....how about next time though you put your socks and undies away too?.......but I'm very proud of you for doing your clothes...good boy!<br />
I think in the busiest of life we can forget the small things like this...it was good to be reminded and do role plays on how to do things a little better....<br />
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Totally wasted today though....WOW!!! my brain is DEAD!!!<br />
managed to write a draft of a 1500 word assignment on Saturday night though in between Mr E vomit- ting 4 times through his bed and husband at the rugby union and 2 fight older boys....ARRRRGGGG!!! <br />
And the best thing was normally i feel guilty leaving the family if i have something like this on but this time I didn't ....i was able to focus and concentrate and know everything is totally cool at home, and my husband did a fantastic job. everyone had sleeps washing done....very proud of them all.<br />
A friend wished me good luck on Friday for the workshop and she said....Its so good your boys are seeing a strong, smart hardworking mother as their role model...... then maybe they might not marry a pole dancer.....cracked me up!!!!mumoffourboys...http://www.blogger.com/profile/01526132936736661594noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7500747615259212397.post-84172059818514244472012-05-28T19:17:00.001-07:002012-05-28T19:17:15.879-07:00I hate using the word disappointed...it sucks!Last night would of had to have been my toughest night ever (so far) being a tough parent.<br />
Why is it so hard sometimes to keep the standards high...to keep the discipline high...to keep trying to teach them that this will shape them later on in life...i know my stuff, i was a hard core teenager and a pretty driven, motivated person since i can remember, I'm here to help and teach and guide...but obviously these night will happen...sadly.<br />
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Master 12 arrives home from school yesterday with a massive headache...i could see his eyes were red and he did look a little unwell. I gave him panadol and sent him to bed to rest and said...rep rugby training is at 6pm we need to leave by 5.30pm so rest till we have to leave. Then i got on with working in the front room.<br />
At 5.20pm all hell breaks loose because master 12 has informed me hes too sick to go to training...i do understand...however if it was school or club training i would have rested him. Rep training is a different story. And its too late to call the manager!!!<br />
I advise him that maybe we go to the training and he informs the coach that hes not feeling the best and can he "take it easy" he goes ...NO!<br />
right...I then go into my spiel about letting the team down...he switched off i think...so i made him get dressed i loaded up all 4 children and headed to Toowong so "I" could tell the coach at least and inform him that Master 12 wasn't 100%. I get a mum to watch the little ones i head to the coach...as I'm heading there a parent asks where's master 12...i said hes not 100% well with a headache. She informs me he better get out there you only can miss 2 training sessions then your dropped BJRU rules for rep teams. Blood is boiling now.<br />
I tell the coach master 12 isn't well, he say's can you get him out of the car because if he gets injured or "really" sick over the next few weeks he would only have one spare training session up his sleeve then he would get dropped. I storm back to the car.<br />
I say to him over and over again while i have a 2year old and a 5 year old fighting...and a 7 month old baby screaming because he wants his bottle....is your headache bad enough to loose one of your training sessions...? I'm not getting out he says!<br />
Me: so if next week your vomiting into a bucket you will have to take that bucket out on the field and train? Can you not just "try " with a headache so you still have 2 training sessions up your sleeve in case you injure yourself at school cross country..? NO!<br />
I started the car and drove home. i couldn't speak. i was so disappointed.<br />
I had the chat with master 12 the week before asking him before we paid the $245 rep kit fee if he was serious and wanted to do it...i got a yes. i said you will be in 3 rugby teams for about 5-6 weeks can you handle this...Yes mum.<br />
you have CIC cross country for school and then regionals are you sure your ok? Yes mum.<br />
cross country money paid...rep money paid.<br />
I think he learnt his lesson that i was disappointed last night that he didn't "try" to go out there, i always say its better to go and then <strong>they</strong>.. can see how sick you are and <strong>they</strong> can send you home.. then <strong>they</strong> can see your commitment.<br />
I think master 5 learnt a big lesson in commitment last night....as master 12 got out of the car this morning for school...cause there was no way in hell he was having the day off. He goes to him..."you have only one chance left...just one chance!" Master 12 is steering clear of me, he ate his dinner took more panadol and was in bed by 7.15pm last night. I couldn't even speak. But i hope hes learnt his lesson. parenting SUCKS!mumoffourboys...http://www.blogger.com/profile/01526132936736661594noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7500747615259212397.post-41745866060164301662012-03-12T19:21:00.000-07:002012-03-12T19:21:22.567-07:00flatty flat flat flat!!!well, yesterday was one of those days where you just have no energy and you just cant be bothered.<br />
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Car had to go in and get looked at as it was stalling off and on so i had booked it in for 9am Monday morning after dropping Son #1 and #2 off to school hubby stayed home watching #3 and #4. that shattered me.<br />
then we had to transfer the car seat out of the silver car into hubby's car so we could take #3 and #4 to drop off silver car and hubby could get us home before he headed to work...I'm telling you that was an effort.<br />
get home unload kids, hubby goes off to work.<br />
sleep time...i can usually get them down at the same time which worked a treat again yesterday praise the lord. Now usually as soon as they hit their beds...washing hung out dinner gets prepared before the onslaught of the afternoon sport slash witching hour...I had no motivation to even walk down the back stairs...i pulled out some chicken breasts for dinner out of the freezer...that was it.<br />
phone rings at 12.30pm car is ready...perfect right when 2 kids are sleeping...but i had to get it before the school pick up at 2.45...again the juggling hat goes on...my father in law helps me by bringing my sister in law over to watch the kiddies while he takes me up the road to grab my car...perfect.<br />
not long after getting home i load the pram up and head over to school for son #2. Son #4 falls asleep again.<br />
Home for arvo tea for half and hour then up the road to drop #3 son to mother in law then head to swimming for #1 and #2...with #4 in toe. I ring #1 son to see that he walked home ok...hes ready to walk up to swimming which is a god send because i don't have to do a extra trip to get him.<br />
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do the swimming networking thing while sucking down a can of coke to prep me for the nightmare of dinner/bathing/witching hour/a fight or 100....<br />
Head back to grab #3, #1 walking thank the lord.<br />
unload the car...ok dinner...that i should have started at 12...I'm now behind. #3 in bath...#2 watching TV...#4 in walker getting crabby...#1 walks in ...talks your head off for 10 mins then disappears to fight with #2 who was minding his own business....let the fighting begin. as that starts #3 starts screaming he wants to get out of the bath...#4 starts screaming had enough of the walker...and theres a punch up in the lounge room...rice nearly boiled dry as i have to feed #4...and get #1 to get #3 out of the bat before he floods the floor like 3 out of 7 nights last week...<br />
dinner finally cooked....#1 starting to whinge cause he "starving' from swimming...going as fast as i can mate!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!<br />
plates on table drinks poured...i sit down with a baby on my lap who falls asleep while feeding....<br />
one word EXHAUSTED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!<br />
should have not wasted my time during the day i suppose...but some days your just flatty Mcflatty!! i couldn't get motivated. paid for it at 5pm didn't i...that will teach me...<br />
today...washing done, dinner sorted, kids asleep and i even listed some baby things on ebay....now to gear myself up for this afternoons events.......NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!! lolmumoffourboys...http://www.blogger.com/profile/01526132936736661594noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7500747615259212397.post-84155031062680028882012-03-07T18:16:00.000-08:002012-03-07T18:28:00.430-08:00let kids be kids...well its been another interesting week...<br />
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An email from a cranky parent about their son and rugby, followed by a write up in the courier mail about my husbands rugby...it really never ends.<br />
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We all think our kids are the best! My god its only natural as a parent to want them to succeed and do well in their life. And its our job as a parent to steer them in the right direction. As you know i have 4 boys and i can tell you right now each one of them is different. And I'm glad they are.<br />
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I think there is a line though that as a parent you need to STOP and take a step back.<br />
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Grading for son #1's team was last Sunday and yes i was a little nervous. There are a lot of very skilled kids out there and half back is a very specific position in rugby union and very sort after so yes i was nervous for him.<br />
we had a little chat before the trials and once out on the field my nerves soon faded as he was ticked on the list quiet quickly and he had got it on his own merit too as my husband is the coach but they had independent selectors watching the boys. that's done and dusted....whew! and i was so happy for him because hes with his friends and also playing in div 1 again which is a great opportunity for him to develop as a player.<br />
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2 boys from our team last year however did not make it. So here comes the email. It was independently looked at. There is much anyone can do when everyone takes a step back and outsiders come in the look at the boys. Its life not getting picked. And we had talked to son #1 about this happening. Sometimes in life you do also have to prepare your kids that its not always going to go "their" way. what happens if you don't get picked for the job you go for? are you going to email and complain?<br />
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As for the "drama" that my poor husband is dealing with (these boys are older), And sometimes have chips on their shoulders...but again sometimes things in life don't go to plan or clash...so then you make a choice. Many things in your life will clash with something else or you may have work commitments or sporting commitments that's when you decide "whats the most important to me?" and then wear the consequences of your decision. If that means you don't play first XV rugby because you want to play club league then do it. Life is about CHOICES. you will soon realise if you have made the right or wrong choice.<br />
What also annoys me is some of these boys whose fathers are now "running the show" don't credit my husband really to anything. The boys do. But really they would not be where they are without the guidance,support and belief may husband has in them. And as an outsider waiting for my husband to walk in at 7pm to have dinner with us its annoying. When you attend a catholic private school in your interview you are clearly made aware School sport comes first club comes second. You always choose school first. So where is the loyalty? And the team spirit? or is it now everyone for themselves? My husband is trying to prove a point and set the standard for future years that you cant let your team mates and school down.<br />
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My son takes pride in his school. He wears the uniform with pride everyday he puts it on. He plays division 1 club but can only make the C's at school but he still gives it 110% because he loves his school. isn't that what its all about?<br />
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And i get that these parents want contracts with NRL clubs and want their sons to go on and be the "BEST" but come on find a balance. Don't threaten to switch schools..take them away from their friends disrupt their second last or last year of high school...i don't get it.<br />
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Theres always a solution. But you have to remember the people who got you there and helped you along the way.<br />
and we all want whats best for our kids but you don't have to be a over bearing in your face parent.<br />
Your kids are watching that behaviour and it will turn into a never changing cycle.<br />
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Enjoy them don't push them away with what you think is right for you. We have lived our childhood. Let them live theirs!<br />
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XXXXmumoffourboys...http://www.blogger.com/profile/01526132936736661594noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7500747615259212397.post-49420672532299020752012-02-27T19:00:00.000-08:002012-02-27T19:20:57.433-08:00A penny saved is a penny earned....We all work super hard these days for our money...i was driving this morning thinking to myself i "HAVE" to get petrol before it hits $1.51 today...my god $1.51!!! I remember when i was a kid dad would say to us "gotta duck up to the petrol station before petrol hits 50c!!" 50 CENTS holy crap.<br />
A friend of son #1's mother texted me the other night wanting this name of a website that i buy the kids running shoes and footy boots off each year its UK based, and it got me thinking no matter how much you earn or have we always should be looking for that "bargain" that's what its about now. Never buying anything full price. This lady lives in a 3 million dollar house, with a pool, tennis court, footy goal posts for her son in the backyard, and a home theatre within the home...(my son loves going there by the way) but she texted me looking for cheap footy boots. i really like that when people that come from money or have money and don't flash it around or act differently are true people. Money hasn't changed them.<br />
I think this day and age...especially with 4 children its all about saving, not being a tight arse but looking for that bargain that will save you so you can put the money to something else.<br />
I have 4 children and they don't go with out. i actually think they are quiet lucky. Son #1 wanted $200 headphones...that to me is just unrealistic...thinking of all the things i could do with $200 i jumped on ebay and got a $16.99 pair really good from hong kong with free delivery...i cant get them off his head...WINNER!<br />
I have recently also re-assed the whole birthday party thing....i think you have to weigh up their age and also will they remember it? Was recently looking into a party for my 2 year old in April...after pricing things it was going to come to $300-$400 to have it at home. And hes 2.<br />
Son #2 turned 5 last week and we went to sizzlers...he was stoked. he couldn't stop talking about it all day and when we got home they were trying to work out who's birthday it was next so we could go again...isn't that what its all about...looking forward to something rather than getting it all the time? i love seeing my boys excited.<br />
My husband and i have decide to compile a list of places to take the kids to eat for special occasion's, because we cant seem to go anywhere theses days for under $100.<br />
MY DINING OUT/TAKEAWAY TIPS....<br />
<strong>Sizzler</strong> is always a winner...not the best food but great for kiddies. we usually go here for special occasions and we have also received 2 gifts cards for Christmas which is an awesome present.<br />
<strong>sushi train</strong>...my kids love sushi and the train adds the extra little bit to the trip.<br />
<strong>pepes' Mexican</strong>...be smart with what you order go smaller than bigger as usually their portions are huge.<br />
<strong>fish and chips</strong> is always a winner and good to grab if you have been working and want something quick and easy at home.<br />
<strong>pizza capers</strong> is good if you have a voucher.<br />
$3.95 cheeseburger lunch deals at<strong> maccas</strong> is great for the kids for lunch if your out...<br />
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sporting boots/shoes etc: Pro Direct sport UK...got footy boots for $49.98 delivered..Nike's.<br />
i also use:<br />
brandexclusive/ozsale.com/scoopon/living social<br />
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We usually book our Dec/Jan holiday towards the beginning of the year for the following year pay the deposit and pay it off that way it gives you 10 months to chip away at it. And we get a family holiday that the kids will remember when they have all grown up...i think its all about memories.<br />
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It just made me realise when talking to #1 son's friends mum that no matter what situation or position you and your family are in everyone is always looking to save a bit of money here and there. And if you can save on something you can put it towards your end of year holiday or Christmas presents...or house renovations!!! things are only going to go UP and UP...i really feel sorry for my kids when they are older could only imagine what petrol would be like then....XX<div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5xJfaRr1kykAUsNnG5LkQJtT82L0Zl5JP1XIoacDYMCfMihRTzi-HjyJYZ2dYGfhJuDTxcy8415h5M8fKCxE4MhgSTF9OJsESDBdew9wEnZ2XU1x5Ev1hYpoWXsjD18m4g2ixxS1ug8V6/s640/blogger-image--472090200.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5xJfaRr1kykAUsNnG5LkQJtT82L0Zl5JP1XIoacDYMCfMihRTzi-HjyJYZ2dYGfhJuDTxcy8415h5M8fKCxE4MhgSTF9OJsESDBdew9wEnZ2XU1x5Ev1hYpoWXsjD18m4g2ixxS1ug8V6/s640/blogger-image--472090200.jpg" /></a></div>mumoffourboys...http://www.blogger.com/profile/01526132936736661594noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7500747615259212397.post-34738067566815752722012-02-25T04:51:00.001-08:002012-02-25T04:51:36.276-08:00These are so so true!!!!<div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgb7nwJt6yBjSO-LoRiNlxCsziaH_xMtX_qN9-Ql3FQvCifiiflawvkQHiPgmo6PDgUsKBovrKCt-YwdM0V7C3LFnMzDhPxo8Q9zfRCfnd0w1bxxr9RqQAKsWbExapNuYye9WegwDACX2bR/s640/blogger-image--2112561454.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgb7nwJt6yBjSO-LoRiNlxCsziaH_xMtX_qN9-Ql3FQvCifiiflawvkQHiPgmo6PDgUsKBovrKCt-YwdM0V7C3LFnMzDhPxo8Q9zfRCfnd0w1bxxr9RqQAKsWbExapNuYye9WegwDACX2bR/s640/blogger-image--2112561454.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirDPJDRvMyZm11KG70EQ-PAoEn59TsRPmKF2tYqwBwiqG3GihjJSuBT_rvWCA3mlIUOvjB_l6udXfy7piPsJ8jZBEo7Jwflii1_xauXBD-afGuJyrcN6YjydBSE_UKv9gR3j5GWPqIXeSI/s640/blogger-image-511027537.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirDPJDRvMyZm11KG70EQ-PAoEn59TsRPmKF2tYqwBwiqG3GihjJSuBT_rvWCA3mlIUOvjB_l6udXfy7piPsJ8jZBEo7Jwflii1_xauXBD-afGuJyrcN6YjydBSE_UKv9gR3j5GWPqIXeSI/s640/blogger-image-511027537.jpg" /></a></div>mumoffourboys...http://www.blogger.com/profile/01526132936736661594noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7500747615259212397.post-12172901832860213922012-02-15T19:32:00.000-08:002012-02-15T19:47:55.032-08:00its been so long...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_igW30I9l8H2CrrU8rbAlw1XJy4_IGHlh8HojtmjyUbWpPBFpRVlAPAalH1Ofm6x1eIqUEn3Y57LUAof2uLVoJodxMEo4Ptk0G_njsdRx8zKgt6tQeIBI8U8iq3Eqqo50bdyjtaUe8eip/s1600/photo%5B1%5D+(3).JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_igW30I9l8H2CrrU8rbAlw1XJy4_IGHlh8HojtmjyUbWpPBFpRVlAPAalH1Ofm6x1eIqUEn3Y57LUAof2uLVoJodxMEo4Ptk0G_njsdRx8zKgt6tQeIBI8U8iq3Eqqo50bdyjtaUe8eip/s320/photo%5B1%5D+(3).JPG" width="239" /></a></div>well...its been a little while since i have written anything...i know a little slack.<br />
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Can i just say I hate doing school lunches ...i feel better now having said that!<br />
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Lots happening and getting back into the groove of term 1.<br />
child one loving grade 7. lots of homeowrk and lots of responsibility which he just loves. sport is full on ...yet again and even though its only 3 weeks into cricket rugby starts friday night....NOOOOO!!!<br />
Then i get told yesterday at a prep arvo tea that child #2 can actually sign up this year and play under 6ers!!!! Double holy CRAP!!! 2 playing!!!<br />
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Child #3 has decided the pram is no longer for him......WOW!!! so climbs out of straps and runs for the road. I so forgot that age and how quick you have to be. poor child #4 often gets left with abother prep mum while im piss bolting like a mad women to get 22 month old crazy boy!!! who has no sense of direction!!!<br />
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Child #4 has decided at 2am each morning that gooing an ga gaing is acceptable!!!! hell no buddy so im running on about 4 hours sleep a night....yipee ME!!! but it really is worth it when he gives me a really big SMILE!!!<br />
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Grade 7 are picking their 2012 leaders being a really competative school as all the boys are very good.. #1 as decided to put his name forward along with i reckon 100 other boys to try and become a leader. Sports leader is his preferance however i did encourage to put down a "back up" as there are so many boys going for that particular one so environmental is our 2nd choice...fingers crossed.<br />
he would make a great leader if i do say so myself....im biased tho. he has to have an interview with 2 teachers on why he should be the leader then i think teachers and students vote! glad its him and not me. I remember being nominated for school captain back in high school and doing the speech so im feeling his nerves.<br />
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Child #2 loving prep tired but loving the 5 days a week.<br />
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me...well same old really kids, housework, hairdressing,bed and then do it all again the next day.<br />
slowly but surely getting the 2012 routine down...both little boys sleep at the same time now at 11am so its go go go as soon as they hit their beds...washing, dinner prep, hair, floors you know the drill.<br />
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we have a birthday tuesday Child #2 hits the big 5!!! where did that time go. so baking cupcakes on Monday lucky me...god i hate cooking, but its for a good cause....LOL!<br />
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off to order rugby boots now...the days are never dull.....<br />
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XXXmumoffourboys...http://www.blogger.com/profile/01526132936736661594noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7500747615259212397.post-78764460660844663722012-02-10T03:57:00.001-08:002012-02-10T03:57:46.783-08:00Boring...I promise I will blog something super tomorrow night master no 4 has drained my energy by not letting me sleep this week.....:(mumoffourboys...http://www.blogger.com/profile/01526132936736661594noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7500747615259212397.post-83676090418991988732012-02-02T04:52:00.001-08:002012-02-02T04:52:56.815-08:00My darling preppie!!!!Well child no 2 has hit the school yard this week and 5 days a week is starting to take it's toll... Cranky, defiant not wanting to go to bed little boy I now have.... Grrrrr!!!! So we have started the 13 year school journey with son #2. only 2 more to go. He's really having a good time though as he was getting bored at home... He's trying to be the funny man at school which is sooo cute. However he's doing well the thing with son #2 is he says what he thinks so he's mega honest at the moment! Which I think we might need to pull him in a bit on that one...you never know what's he's going to say next that child. Ahhhh he's precious.<br />
Good work darl on starting your journey through school I'm very proud.<br />
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Ventured to woolies today which trust me is a massive ordeal...<br />
Because child #3 is still only little he cant walk on his own as he runs off...<br />
So I pop him in the car first strapped in cause if you don't you will be chasing him all over the car like I did the other day for 20 mins in a carpark...<br />
Then I get child #4... then I start the car for the air con and go back for the bags I need... There's usually 2 or more. When I got to woolies no baby seat trolley around in sight so I pouch baby #4 on the front of me and carry on my hip child #3. hand bag on other shoulder...<br />
Get up to the top of the escalator and there one is... So I pop child 3 in and unpouch child 4 from front of me and head for the largest latte I can find asap!!!!!! I'm knackered and I havnt even entered woolies yet.... Coffee in hand list in other ( cause I always forget what I have to get) I head straight for a small flavored milk and the treat isle to keep child 3 amused!!!<br />
Done!<br />
I run into a lady with 2 boys also she has the double pram which u can use but only if your getting under 5 items. <br />
We smile and start to chat we find out we both hav children that just started prep.. At the same school and we both have 4 children...we compare stories about how many times people say " god you have your hands full!"<br />
We both say 3 was manageable 4 is frigging hard work!!!!<br />
Back to the shopping.<br />
Homeward bound... Then I do the unload of child 4 first as child 3 would run away... Then child 3 then the groceries into the front room. Whew. <br />
2 bottles 2 bubs to bed. Shopping tired them out. Method in my madness!!! Both asleep by 11...dinner in oven... Groceries away... Washing hung out.... Awake by 1... Playtime... Lunch...load pram walk to get child 2. <br />
Home... Afternoon tea onslaught ... Child 1 arrives... In a panic about homework... 4pm (load car.. Remember child 3 first then child 4)<br />
Child 1 and 2 in car too... Off to swimming....leave child 1 there to walk home ... Bring other 3 home for bath time... 6pm dinner. (lucky it's pre done!)<br />
Clean up... Lunches made... 7pm child 3 and 4 go to bed. Homework time now with child 1. <br />
8pm bedtime child 1 & 2. (thank god!)<br />
Now chat to husband time!!! ( non interrupted) <br />
Watch a recorded show because we have missed all the good shows...<br />
10pm bed.<br />
Ready to do it all again tomorrow.<br />
But I have to fit working in there when kids are sleeping tomorrow...<br />
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So our tv today has cricket in one room tennis in the other... Welcome to the house of boys.<br />
Got my hair cut short yesterday made me feel like a million bucks till no one at home noticed again the joys of living with males...next lesson to teach them compliments will take them a long way... With their girlfriends or wives....they will win so many brownie points if they learnt this very simple lesson....so that's my next mission!<div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjx4fn3DMEQSA4jJL6C6T_MUQR3-uZ_zMd8TqvuaHphpDNG7j7DVCT8ifcO_z1Qw4HgZNsJp04sIsvYBP2CxhSYcX-ApSzeSOpVmbfjV50xRCO1duZCL2kM1s62lT3M9kQeo7Y7IFRL1MxW/s640/blogger-image-625903318.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjx4fn3DMEQSA4jJL6C6T_MUQR3-uZ_zMd8TqvuaHphpDNG7j7DVCT8ifcO_z1Qw4HgZNsJp04sIsvYBP2CxhSYcX-ApSzeSOpVmbfjV50xRCO1duZCL2kM1s62lT3M9kQeo7Y7IFRL1MxW/s640/blogger-image-625903318.jpg" /></a></div>mumoffourboys...http://www.blogger.com/profile/01526132936736661594noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7500747615259212397.post-72860892519240159012012-01-21T23:44:00.001-08:002012-01-21T23:51:01.949-08:00Ready steady GO!Well the school year is finally here... Grade 7 and a preppie!!!<br />
Everything sorted and done...$250 grocery shop yesterday, bags packed uniforms brought. With the new school year however brings routine and structure and a whole lot of running around and being super organized....<br />
I'm very nervous but excited... I'm ready to tackle son #1's homework and helping son #2 get into the swing of things.... I have a feeling it's going to be a very big year. We are also now trying to weigh up selling at the end of the year or doing an extension this decision is proving to be a very hard one...but at least I will know where I will be for the next 17 years at least with 4 boys all going to be a Marist boy. So at least that's a decision made for me the area in which we will live... Thank the lord. <br />
Well the let the year begin.....show me what ya got for me!!!!!!<div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjehCko9RXvx8-zbEDvNUmr9cSqFEkrcB2Up-_d8sK5diWsIevpgzIRMMPvhE4_x3w9kvXKZpZt-57M97iAuLdt9w3K-KKwuj_9jLMVxMlZLjxjgZKjHFNW4DCtPf75EUbCzfO4Y2T7Qqmj/s640/blogger-image-2059643560.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjehCko9RXvx8-zbEDvNUmr9cSqFEkrcB2Up-_d8sK5diWsIevpgzIRMMPvhE4_x3w9kvXKZpZt-57M97iAuLdt9w3K-KKwuj_9jLMVxMlZLjxjgZKjHFNW4DCtPf75EUbCzfO4Y2T7Qqmj/s640/blogger-image-2059643560.jpg" /></a></div>mumoffourboys...http://www.blogger.com/profile/01526132936736661594noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7500747615259212397.post-50704372885770255082012-01-18T04:14:00.001-08:002012-01-18T04:19:31.122-08:00Friends...When your having a down day or you have a lot going on you always know who are your friends.... Friends are magical and can pick u up when you need it the most!!! <br />
I hope my boys learn to be good friends to their mates and with each other as they grow...<br />
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15,10,9 are her kids ages...she works full time as a lawyer.<br />
She had every ones school books lined up ready to cover, bags, shoes and a $380 bag of uniforms for Churchie....very familiar. She informed me never ever go shopping with them at these ages...she needed a bottle of wine after the expedition....and threatened "next time you can go with your father!"<br />
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I laughed and could just imagined in 5 years time me in the same position i will have ,grade 12, grade 5, grade 2, and a preppy.....I'm really scared!!!!!! that's going to be an expensive, emotional and chaotic year!!!!! 2017!!!!<br />
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My friend is one talented lady. She stayed at home right through till all her children started school. Giving up a high powered very well paid job to be home with and for her 3 kids.<br />
While being at home she went back to uni and studied Law. Her plan, by the time her youngest boy started School she would be finished and be a Lawyer and go back into the work force full time...<br />
She achieved this, studying while breast feeding attending lectures at night while hubby had the kids, and studying till all hours of the morning then backing up to children early in the mornings...now that's dedication and drive.<br />
She now works full time and is very good at what she does, she runs her family home and does sports runs, dancing lessons...her husband is a very supportive man he is chief ironing man in their household.<br />
I love going into their home. There's a lot of love, and fun. And you can really tell she lives for her children. They are the reason she gets up of a morning and goes to work to provide for them. <br />
I really take my hat off to her because she is a role model, of how to have it all. I have known her for over 7 years, and i have enjoyed watching her children grow.<br />
I hope i can show my boys the balance a mother/woman can do with the many hats we wear within our life....your house is very much the same as my house Mrs KP!!!<br />
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