Pancakes
Mums in work and Dad let me loose with the whipped cream!
From Rhiannon
Mums in work and Dad let me loose with the whipped cream!
From Rhiannon
I love Morning Tea here in Australia. A chance to catch up with friends over a cuppa and maybe something sweet.
Normally if you invite someone to Morning Tea you would have some sweet treat ready to tempt them with. Not if you invite Sian. If you invite this wonderful girl to Morning Tea you can sit back and let her do all the hard work.
Today was Mini Oreo Cheescakes. Wicked on the waistline but wonderful on the taste buds!!!
Rhiannon is our middle daughter. She is the mad arty one. The one who dances to her own tune wearing mismatching stripy socks and whatever other colourful clothes she can get her hands on!
Not surprisingly she was chosen as one of three kids from her class to go on an " Art Appreciation Day"
She was told to bring a frame with her to bring home her finished piece of art work. She very proudly brought home this....
I was asked by a fellow blogger if I would send her some of my photos showing where in Australia we live. She wanted to feature them on a "Wordless Wednesday" post where you post pictures with minimal amounts of words. I guess you just let the pictures do the talking.
I had fun trawling through the thousands of photos on my computer and finally sent her a selection of my favourites. She has posted some of them on her blog today and I thought you might enjoy having a look.
You can see them here.
When the sun came out this weekend we all felt the adrenaline rush of excitement from the warm weather and the endless possibilities of a new Summer on it's way.
As we drove to the beach the kids talked over one another and competed with my singing along to Good Charlotte on the radio. They were stating their list of requests for the things they wanted to do as the weather warms up. In my happy sunny mood I was nodding yes to them all but then started to lose count of the things I was agreeing to so I grabbed a scrap of paper and started scribbling. I could hardly keep up with the ideas. Here are some of them in no particular order...
Sing Hallelujah, the sun has re-appeared!
After weeks and weeks of Australian winter I am severely lacking in vitamin D and my Irish skin is looking pasty as a bottle of cows milk. When we emigrated here I left behind all our winter clothing and gloves, hats, scarves etc because we were moving to the land of eternal sunshine. No-one told me that I might still need a credit card to scrape the ice off my car in the morning. No-one told me that Australians needed woolly jumpers. I thought I would wear t-shirts and sarongs 52 weeks of the year. I learned the truth fast enough and went shopping.
This weekend we got a sneak preview of what the coming weeks have to offer. Spring arrived in all it's sunshiny glory. We sat outside for lunch on Saturday and watched Byron cooking sausages on the barbie. We sipped ice-cold Irish cider from glasses with beads of condensation rolling down the sides. The kids bounced on the trampoline in their swimmers and tipped watering cans of cold water over each other to squeals of delight. We jumped in the car and went for a long walk on the beach. After a day in the sunshine Byron's skin has miraculously changed to bronze. I swear it looks like he had been at my fake tan. My skin still glows like newly fallen snow but I'm smiling again. I feel the energy. I found my mojo. I even brewed up some more green tea and retrieved my Pilates DVD from the trash can and gave it another go.
I love you Spring. Bring it on baby!
Do you remember the 12 week challenge I organised a few months ago? It was in response to my GP telling me to lose 10kgs (22 pounds) Well in the 12 weeks that I sweated, exercised and dieted I lost just over half the weight. Then I took a month off. I was getting fed up of being the food police in work where my colleagues were doing the challenge with me. I returned to normal and brought in muffins and pigged out on the chocolates that departing patients left behind. I did however keep up the exercise and found that although I stopped losing weight I didn't gain any.
After a month of pigging out the people around me in work started talking about doing another challenge. The 1st of September was the first day of spring here in Australia so that's when we started again. $10 to join up, I weighed everyone, measured their Body Mass Index, told them their healthy weight range and how much weight they should lose to have a healthy BMI, did a body scan that measures body fat, muscle and water percentages and then sent them on their way to make whatever healthy changes to their diet and lifestyle over the coming weeks.
You would think that at the start of a new health kick my motivation would be high? It's not. I'm tired and cranky. I need something more than exercising in the garage after a day on the wards. Something more than Weight watchers zero point soup at lunchtime. So I tried green tea. It is supposed to help you to maximise fat loss while dieting and exercising. Just the kind of thing I needed to hear. Doesn't this google image make it look attractive...
This video is amazing. It hit the media here in Australia this week. I'm not sure if you live outside of Australia that you will have heard about it so I thought I would blog it to share.
I took my camera to Sydney with me yesterday and took a few photos. We wandered through some quiet backstreets in an area called "The Rocks"
Rhiannon had recently been on a school excursion to this area and we asked her to be our tour guide. She told us about how the convicts were used to build many of the old buildings and that they made the concrete using sand from the beaches. She pointed out lots of little shells dotted in the mortar between the big sandstone rocks.
As we walked alongside the walls and ran our hands over their rough texture I closed my eyes and imagined those first settlers working in the harsh Australian heat lifting backbreaking slabs of rocks and building the city that we walked around today. Then I opened my eyes and spotted the most gorgeous window sat in a deep recess. I talked Sian into posing for the camera and loved the end result.
Those poor men working back in 1815. If they could have looked 200 years into the future what would they have thought? Would they have been frustrated by us living our easy lives and would they have whipped Sian into shape and got her doing some real hard labour or would they be proud that their work stands strong to be enjoyed by us today...
I'm really lucky. I fell in love with a cute guy 16 years ago. He had a cheeky sense of humour and a great bum! We lived in different countries and had only met about 6 times before he proposed. I never really analysed it or thought too hard. I just blurted out YES! Some people would (and did) say that I was young and naive. That holiday romances don't last but here we are 16 years later with three kids.
I watch him with the kids and it makes me realise how lucky I am. Lucky that the cute guy with the great butt actually hung around, learned how to change nappies and actually seems to like being with his kids, and me! In fact dare I say that I often think he is the better parent. He doesn't get hung up on whether the house is tidy or what's for dinner. He just has fun. He laughs with them and in return they make him double up and laugh till he can't breathe.
There is a fund-raising initiative called the 40hr Famine. It is a charity that encourages teenage kids to give up something for 40 hours in return for sponsorship from family and friends. It should come with a serious health warning. This fund-raiser puts family members at risk of heart attack or even death. I'll tell you how.
Sian decided to give up talking. Not an easy thing for a 12 year old. She was communicating in hand gestures and facial expression. She came home from a friends house wearing casual clothes and with her school uniform in a bag. When I spotted the bag on the ground I tipped the contents into the top-loader washing machine that had started 5 minutes before. She went to walk upstairs to bed and I reminded her to "park" her iPod touch in the charger downstairs (No Internet access allowed in the bedrooms for cyber safety etc etc) Sian nodded then looked at me and pointed at the empty clothes bag. My interpretation? That I had tipped the iPod into the washing machine along with the clothes. Cue me screaming and running into the laundry, opening the lid and submerging my upper body in the suds frantically seaching for expensive electrical gadget that she had saved so hard for. All unnecessary because Sians nod and shrug was meant to convey that the iPod was already parked and she just wanted to know where to put the empty bag...
That's the risk of heart attack explained.