Rhiannons teacher took me to one side at school this morning. "Just a little word Mrs Baynham..."
I just knew I wasn't going to like what I heard. Mrs Cootes had a smile on her face that was smug and knowing as only a teacher can. She told me that Rhiannon wrote some very interesting answers on her school work yesterday. They were discussing needs and wants. They were asked to write out a list of things people need to be healthy and happy and then write out where or how you get these things.
Rhiannon had written that we need a house to keep us dry. Where do we get houses? From the house shop...? The smile on Mrs Cootes face was turning into a grin. But the grin was getting wider and her eyes were crinkling up. I was wondering what else Rhiannon had written. The other thing we need according to Rhiannon is exercise. Nothing too funny about that I was thinking. But where did Rhiannon think that her Mummy got exercise. At work? At the gym? Wait for it... From "Jim"
JIM, and who might JIM be asked Mrs Cootes! And does Rhiannon's Dad know him!!!
Rhiannons teacher took me to one side at school this morning. "Just a little word Mrs Baynham..."
I have never minded spiders. As a kid I would happily rescue them from the bath and throw them gently out the window.
Now that we live in Australia I have a healthier respect for them. This means that instead of rescuing them I am more than happy to squish them, spray them, anything as long as they are dead at the end of it.
Happy Birthday Gareth!
It was an early start. We had to wake Gar up at 6am so that I could wish him a Happy Birthday before going off to work.
He was a bit sleepy and not sure what to make of us when he opened his eyes to find all 4 of us in his room, blinds being opened, balloons all over the floor, gifts ready to be opened! ...but he soon woke up and joined in the spirit of things.
Thank you everyone who sent cards and parcels. He loved all his presents!
I'm not perfect. I have been known to use some colourful language in my younger days. However, now that I am a Mum, I don't like to use any kind of bad language infront of the kids. I dont need to get a phonecall from school asking me where my precious kindy kid learnt to swear like a trooper. Occasionally though words will escape our mouths without warning. Like when Byron carried a VERY hot tin out of the oven and couldn't find a clear spot on the counter to drop it quickly enough. I'm sure it wasn't a nice feeling nearly burning his hands off and so I forgive him the expletive that he yelled at the top of his lungs.
Rhiannon looked up in glee.
"Daddy, Thats a very rude word. We are not supposed to use words like that"
Byron looked like he was doing his best not to repeat this word as he gritted his teeth and held his poor red hands under his armpits.
"I know Rhiannon but I am a grown up and sometimes grown ups do use rude words like that if they are very, very angry or very, very sore"
Rhiannons eyes twinkled as she looked from Byron to me and back to Byron again.
long pause .......
"Dad?" (Rhiannon grinning from ear to ear)
"Yes Rhiannon" (Byron trying not to laugh)
"Can you tell me some more words we are not supposed to say!!!" (Rhiannon exploding into giggles)
Gareth is going to be 6 next week.
I guess you were right Mr B! as always....
When we left the UK three years ago we had to sell a lot of our possessions. It was hardest on the kids. We sold all their bedroom furniture including beds and promised them that when they got to Australia they could have ANY bed they wanted in the bed shop.
Sian chose a huge bunk bed with a desk underneath and a futon chair that folded out into a single bed for sleepovers. Rhiannon chose a cabin bed, medium height with cupboards, shelves and a pull out desk underneath. Gareth looked around the whole shop and refused to choose any bed. He wanted a "Tiger bed"
He was not quite three years old and we could not get him to elaborate on what exactly a "Tiger bed" was. He inherited a simple single bed from Anne. It had been his Auntie Rhonda's when she grew out of her cot thirty years before! One day as we walked down the local street he shouted and pointed from his buggy. "There it is, there's my tiger bed" It was a bed linen set on sale in a local shop. It had pictures of elephants, bears, giraffes.... and tigers! We bought it and for the last three years Gareth has been happy with his "Tiger bed"
This year we asked him what he wanted for his birthday. We thought he might want a toy but instead he asked for a new bed. We went around the bed shops and he ended up choosing exactly the same bed as Rhiannon has in her room. It was delivered today.
I got home from a very physical day at work in theatre minutes before the school bus pulled up. Byron had worked from home for the day to be there for the bed delivery. I helped the kids finish their weeks homework, washed out lunchboxes, refilled drink bottles and started preparing dinner. I was heading out to work again at 5.30pm so when Mr B called me upstairs and asked me how long I thought it would take two of us to assemble the bed you can just imagine my response. But then the challenge kicked in. Me, Byron, flat pack furniture, a stopwatch, the advantage of having put an identical bed together 3 years ago on my own! How hard could it be???
....and so began two hours of cursing, huffing and puffing as we emptied Gareth's room, assembled the new bed and I ran up and down the stairs to check on a dinner that was boiling over in the kitchen! I left for work, late, dripping in sweat and having thrown dinner at the kids and Byron but with a fantastic new bed in Gareth's room. The only disappointing thing was not getting to share in the excitement of tucking him up in it as he went to sleep in it for the first time.
Here is a photo of him looking chuffed just before going to sleep in his new bed that still has the great "Tiger" bedlinen on it!
Gar is growing up...
He lost one of his front teeth this week. The other one is really wobbly. I don't know what his face will look like when the two small baby teeth are gone and big adult teeth replace them.
Last Christmas Sian wanted a pet rat
The kids have been nagging us for a long, long time to let them go swimming "In the DARK"
Day two over and done with and I'm physically exhausted.
Today was a full theatre list so lots more pushing beds, running up stairs two at a time and mopping theatre floors at high speed while the next patient was waiting to be wheeled in.
Today was my first day in my new job as Theatre Wardsman. I went in at 7am and got changed into "scrubs" the standard theatre uniform. On went the blue paper overshoes and the white bandana and I was ready to get started.
Hi Gareth Jones in Edinburgh.
This message is for you.
Yes, you Gar.
Byron's friend from childhood, Best man at our wedding and Godfather to our middle child. Ever since Chris arrived you have been talked about.
I think Byron and Chris are missing you so they made you this little video to say "Hi"....
I know lots about "Identity Fraud" You read about it in the paper every week. I've put a shredder by the paper re-cycling bin so I feel protected from anything like that happening to me.
What I have been conned by though is "Identity Confusion" I thought I was female. I thought I was a nurse. I thought I was looking for a job in that area to bring a bit of money into the house. I was soooo wrong.
I am trying to get my Nursing Registration here in Australia so I can start working as a Registered nurse. In the meantime I started working as a nursing assistant in a local hospital 3 months ago. This was to bring in some money to help out since Byron's job in the US went belly up. I work as a casual, this means I get a random number of hours of work in each fortnights roster. It is hard to budget as every week brings different shifts and I often get last minute phone calls to fill in the gaps when people ring in sick. I have been getting quite frustrated with how few hours I get given at the beginning of each two week roster(even though by the end of the two weeks I have usually notched up plenty of shifts) I got a phone call from the hospital last week asking if I wanted to be trained up as a Physio Assistant. Same hourly rate, just doubling my chances of being offered shifts in either the Physio gym or the ward. I said yes and last week was a Physio Assistant on Monday and Wednesday and a Nursing Assistant on Thursday and again this afternoon.
I only have one uniform which was from my Reflexology course in the UK and is different to the rest of the staff. It is a bit confusing for the patients who don't know whether to ask me for pills or a walk. Having got used to these two roles I then had another phone call from the hospital offering me another job. This time in theatre. Same hourly rate and regular shifts every Monday, Tuesday and Thursday. How could I say no?
But now the confusion starts. What exactly is my new job? On Monday I become the new Theatre Wardsman. No, not wardsperson, wardsman! I will be joining the ranks of the blue shirted, moustached, tattooed wardsmen who push beds and trolleys from the wards to Theatre and Theatre to the wards. I will be lifting and carrying and generally doing all the jobs that the other porters do. I start tomorrow morning at 7am. I am a little nervous. Maybe I should change my name to something more manly, something that sounds strong and rugged? Perhaps a big tattoe on my forearm will make me fit in better.
I'm sure it will be fine. I shouldn't waste time worrying about it. I'm sure the Theatre sister was only joking when she looked me up and down and with a look of disbelief....
"You better be stronger than you look" .....
Please note the "Britz" campervan on the kerb.
It's oh so quiet.....
No entries on the Baynham blog for over a week......
I've had a few people nag me about the lack of new posts....
I know, I know, I know. We have been doing things, I have been taking photos, I have loads of things I'd like to blog but there is only one thing holding me back....
Time, or lack of it to be precise.
I have been putting in loads of hours at work over the last couple of weeks. Any time spent in the house has been trying to keep on top of the boring stuff, washing, drying and ironing uniforms, shopping, cooking, packed lunches.
Does anyone know the legal age limit on making kids work for their pocket-money? I mean how hard can it be for a 5 year old who knows how the computer works to handle an on-line grocery shop ? Surely an 8 year old should be able to operate the washing machine? And do you really think that 10 is too young to organise and cook tea while a tired, overworked and underpaid Mum sits in front of the computer to write blogs for you to enjoy reading.....
I rest my case! So watch this space as I plan on sitting here with a cup of tea writing a few blogs up and back dating them over the last week...
...and before you panic, the washing machine is on, the fridge is full, dinner has been cleared away and the kids are tucked up fast asleep in bed. Don't go calling the authorities on me just yet!
Rhiannon was in the school's "Talent Quest" last week with her friend Natalie. They sang a song about nagging their Dad for a puppy. As the Talent Quest was running out of time each act was cut short to about 1 minute each. Apparently the kids were disappointed not to have sung the full song and the teacher told me that they were going to let Rhiannon, Natalie and Rhys do the whole thing again at this Fridays school assembly. I decided to go along and watch and brought my camera with me.
Gareth has started playing tennis with Sian and Rhiannon on Friday after school. He inherited Sian's old racket that she has grown out of and has joined up with Tommy, Kayla and Owie in the junior group of newbie tennis Wimbledon wannabes!
Isn't it exciting to be watching history unfold in front of you!
Melbourne Cup. The race that stops a nation. The day when women all over Australia get dressed up and meet for lunch, champagne and a little flutter on the horses.
I wasn't due to work on Tuesday so arranged a last minute lunch at my house. Most of my friends here in Australia have started going back to the workplace over the last couple of years so I wasn't expecting many to be free.
Despite it being short notice a few of us had a great lunch and as always a great laugh, even setting the camera up on a tripod for some self portraits! (after fixing up the lippy in the mirror of course!)
Friends who were working said they would come over after work and so when the school bus pulled up about half the kids poured out the door and down the steps shouting and laughing and making a bee-line for our front door!
The noise and excitement of the next couple of hours cannot be done justice by a few photos on a blog. It was crazy, ear-splitting, fun, fun, fun!
The swimming pool was like soup!
...and a bounce on the trampoline at the end to warm up again!
Are you scared of spiders?
I never was until I moved here to Oz.
Now we share our house and garden with spiders that can kill.
My favourite household product is Mortein Black. One squirt and you're dead.
When did you say you were thinking of visiting...?!!