Guess who's worth $120,000

You've Got it, its me (apparently)
I was doing some training for work and it was specifically talking about life insurance and what may need to be required, especially if something happened to me, the mother. It states that it would recommend approx $120,000 to be set aside per year to cover the costs of what I do. How about that. I have never heard it described in $ and I tell you what once you start to work it out and give a dollar value to your job requirements, its about right.
So on paper I am worth way more than I thought. Too bad I can't cash it in.

Are you ready yet?

You know when I was single, and I had to go somewhere, I was always on time. If fact I was early more often than not.
Then I met Brad and from then on, if we had to go somewhere, we were late more than 50% of the time.
Now I have children and Brad there is absolutely no way that I will be early or on time. Without a doubt I will be late. Not a little late or fashionably late, but 1/2 hour to 1hr late. Do I appear happy about this. Considering that I am whinging about it on a blog gives you the impression that I am NOT.
I would love to go back to the old days when everything was simple to go out. You only had to worry about what you looked like and then arrive on time.
It doesn't seem to matter where we have to go and how much extra time I give myself, we never arrive on time and I also have the added bonus of making sure that both Ewan and Alicia have everything they need. So my 'getting ready' has extended to 2 extra. Brad on the other hand has massive issues getting himself and only himself ready. Why is this? I remember once, when Ewan was only a baby baby and we were going to my mums. Brad hadn't done anything to get the nappy bag ready and then he had the gale to ask if I had packed Ewans bottle. Well. You can imagine my reaction. You know, he still does that to this day. You would think he would have learnt from the unpleasant experience 3 years ago but no.
So I ask you, how does everyone else do this, or is it something that you must just live with now? I'm thinking the latter but I can also hope.

Worrying

I was reading the Practical Parenting magazine and Carrie Cox, one of the writers who is funny as, had written this article about Worrying.
Particularly mothers who are told on a regular basis to 'Not worry'. Seriously what is that? Not worry, its almost like not breathing. Anyway I thought that was our job, amoungst other things of course. Carrie understood this, but according to everyone else that was not our job. She finally has set everyone straight. Well those that read the article anyway. Its really the degree of worry for the particular reason why you are worrying. mmmmm. Thank you Carrie for stating the obvious and as she wrote, "Don't worry, breed cats instead"

I have lost my brain

You may argue that I had lost my brain years and years ago however I think it started the day I became pregnant with Ewan. You seem to loose all capacity to remember things. As stated before I once tried to make Tuna Mornay without the tuna. Seriously there is something going on, when that sort of thing occurs.
I happened to read a book, which I related to on a number of levels, 'I don't know how she does it' by Allison Pearson. Basically its about a mother, who is also a jetsetting fund manager and goes through her day to day activities. At one point the character states that she can't remember things because she has all this other fluffy stuff in her head. Like what.... you may ask. Kids shoe sizes. Yes this is an important aspect of everyday living and takes up a little space in your head. The unfortunate thing about kids shoe sizes is that it is continually changing, so you just keep adding information to the poor, already overloaded brain.
There is research to suggest that you become smarter in pregnancy, god knows who the subjects were in that trial, obviously they all faked their pregancies because every single mother that I have spoken to, will be testament that they no longer have the same capacity as they did BC (before kids)
I want to know how to get mine back, because it is sorely missed and the next time, I would treat it really good. Please come back, I promise not to neglect you.

Kids are funny!

I never really thought about our kids as funny, until Brad mentioned it not that long ago. And yes they are. They do weird, weird stuff that is sometimes just out there. Take Alicia for instance. She has taken to doing this limp thing with her leg, almost like she has a really sore leg and can't walk properly. But she is doing it on purpose. It is the funniest thing to see. She also does a pout that is to die for. She may not be able to say much but her expression tells a thousand words.
Ewan is different, because he has verbal skills (unfortunately) he comes out with some doozies. The other day I thought I would make some small talk whilst in the car, just so I was communicating with my children and out of the blue Ewan says, "Mum, you talk too much". I thought, how rude but now..... we can use this on Ewan, which actually does work. The latest is, "Mum, can we get Chicken Nuggles", which for the lay person means, can we go to McDonalds and get Chicken Nuggets. Yes you have to be the parents of these children to understand what is being said. You do learn and once you have had children you seem to be more in tune with the child lingo.
So in essence, we have funny kids. They are funny. They make you laugh out loud, not just inside. But be warned they come with an evil streak aswell.

Royal Adelaide Show

Now I don't know who was more excited about going to the show, me or the kids. Well I know which because Ewan thought we were going to see the Wiggles. He obviously associated 'show' with Wiggles show, which I keep drumming into him. But was he mistaken.

We did the right thing, saw the animals, road a camel, went on the bouncy castle, put balls in the clowns mouth, went through the cow shed (I couldn't stomach the pig shed) and waded through the pavilion. By this time the kids (understandably) were a little impatient and hungry. Lets eat....

After lunch it was a free for all. Ride, after ride, after ride. Kiddy ones of course. They went on the ghost train, bummer cars, BIG slippery slide (Ewan even went by himself), Merry-go-round and Chelsea went on a car rollercoaster. Ewan wanted to go on everything, including the big rides. He was terribly upset when we continually said 'NO' for his safety and my nervousness. In a year or two, I think we will have our money cut out for us, he is a huge daredevil. Nothing was too big or too fast for him. Alicia had a good day aswell and couldn't quite make it through the Show bag pavilion without collapsing and falling asleep on daddys shoulder. All in all, it was an extremely tiring day but a great family fun day out. Thank god we only go every two years!!

Whats in a name

You know that as a little girl, it is the easiest thing to do, name your dolls. Then you are pregnant and have to name this little being. For some reason it becomes one of the hardest things to do. You are so conscious of what the name sounds like, how people will shorten it, what do the initials stand for etc. But I have come across one better. What to call your genitals without sounding crude. With Ewan it was easy, we called it a 'willy'. This doesn't sound offensive and he can say it without people looking at him like he just swore. With Alicia it was a different story altogether. Those that are around us often, will be testament that it was becoming a really serious issue (for me). Brad of course had amillion and one names for it but again (this is a family show). No-one had an answer and then Grays Anatomy comes to the rescue. My motherinlaw (after watching Grays) thought Dr Bailey called it a Vageegee. So that was it, the word was born and we ran with it without question. I ask you, does it sound offensive, No. Could Alicia say it without reprisal, Yes. There you have it, the Vageegee was born. One less thing to worry about, thank god!