The Baynhams

Each year we find that about 90% of the gifts that we buy are for friends and family overseas. The postage alone nearly cripples us. Each individual gift may not seem overly heavy but by the time each parcel is packed up we find that the postage is about $60-$100 per family. There is a sea-mail option which is almost half the cost but it takes 12 weeks. It needs to go off to the post office by the end of September. We did this last year and were so disappointed when it failed to arrive until late January. This year we are aiming to post mid-late August just to be sure. It seems madness to be thinking of buying Christmas gifts right now but it has to be done.

I decided to try to make some of the younger girls cooking aprons this year. I have a sewing machine but am not overly practised at using it. I bought some lime green and stripy fabric and here is how I made them...

*Disclaimer: If you live in England, Scotland or Wales, are female and aged between 7 and 10 and your names begin with C, G or J you may want to look away now or you will spoil your Christmas surprise!!!

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I received a parcel last week. It had a French post mark on it and a return address in Paris. I clutched it tightly to me as I unlocked the front door and jabbed my finger at the alarm keypad. I dropped my bags and keys on the tiled floor and walked quickly into the kitchen where I looked at it again more closely. I wanted to tear it open but I resisted and lay it down on the bench top. I quickly filled the kettle from the tap and while it boiled threw a tea-bag in a cup and once again scanned the brown paper for a clue as to it's contents. As I made my cup of tea I already knew who the parcel was from.

It was from Gina. A friend who moved to France in January with her young family when her husband was moved from his American branch to the Parisian one for a year. I first came upon Gina when she left a comment on a wonderful blog I read written by Corey Amoro. When I saw the name "Gina" next to a comment I was intrigued. I have not known many people who share my name. I was curious as to who this other Gina was so I clicked the link and found myself reading a blog called A Year of Change about my name-sake who was just about to start a similar adventure to ours.

She was packing up her life to move to a new country. She wrote about her kids, packing, the waiting, waiting, waiting for the Visa. All things I could relate to. I left a comment and that started what has become a friendship of comments and emails as she packed and moved and built a new life for her husband and kids. I particularly connected with her when her husband was sent on a business trip when they were barely settled in their new apartment. It brought back all the fears and insecurities I had when Byron left on a business trip just weeks after we arrived in Australia. I made an effort to keep in touch while she was on her own with the kids and felt her frustrations when her husbands return was delayed and she held everything together for her 6 year old twins.

I still marvel at how the world of blogging can bring people together that would otherwise never meet. Without blogging I would not have crossed paths with Gina. And what a shame that would be because she is funny and positive and always looking for the silver lining at a time most people would tear their hair out.

....and back to the parcel!

I opened it and took out a red paper envelope and a card. I opened the envelope and out fell the softest, lightest, silk scarf all pink and patterned and oh so French! I brought it to my face and inhaled deeply.

I tied it around my neck, drank my cup of tea while reading her lovely card and then snapped back to reality and raced around cleaning in preparation for the Japanese students that were arriving in 2 hours. Oh the fun of normality. I danced as I vacuumed and hummed a French'ísh melody and pretended I was a beautiful woman living in an apartment in Paris, the pink scarf tied around my neck and a grin on my face.

Thank-you Gina for your friendship and Thank-you for my hug in an envelope!

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Last night Mana and Akari packed their cases ready to return to Japan. We had spent the evening at a Bush Dance organised by the school. We had a wonderful time laughing and dancing and eating mountains of great food. By the time we got home it was dark and the sugar rush was wearing off. Everyone was very subdued.

The kids went to give goodnight hugs and gave our guests some Australian animal soft toys as a goodbye gift and the emotions spilled over. Gareth got so upset after he went upstairs, he lay in bed sobbing and then went back downstairs to give them another hug and to tell them again how much he was going to miss them. This set the Japanese girls off and the tears were flowing loud and fast. I didn't know who to hug. I just went from one child to another around the room and then started back at the beginning again. I rubbed Gareth's back after he returned to bed and the crying turned into softer whimpering and then finally sleep overtook him. When all three of my kids were finally settled it was close to 11pm. We made drinking chocolate for Mana and Akari and they went to their bedrooms where the soft chatting sounded happier.

This morning we were up at 6.30am showering and making breakfast and packing the last few things in their cases. I burned CD's with all the photos we took on our camera while they were here so they can take them home to their families in Japan.

We travelled to school with the suitcases in the boot and I stayed for a wonderful assembly to say goodbye. It was heartbreaking to hear the speeches made by the students. One Japanese girl broke down on stage as she sincerely promised to hold the memories of the past week in her heart until the day she died. If ever there was a moment that I understood the positive impact of hosting these kids in our homes and making them a part of our families then this was it. We hugged and made promises to keep in touch through letters and emails before they got on the bus and it pulled away down the long school driveway.

What I hope for Mana and Akari is that they will hold the memories of this visit in their hearts.

What I didn't foresee was the part of them they would leave behind in ours.

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Today instead of providing our Japanese guests with food we provided them with ingredients! We asked them to make sushi with us to see if they could improve how we have tried to in the past! My kids told the girls all about my first attempt to make sushi which is now referred to as "Slushi" because it fell apart!

What amazed me was the differences in how both the girls made theirs. They both laughed at me putting carrot in mine. They had never seen that before. Mana used a candle to scorch her nori seaweed sheet but Akari had  never done this.

In the end we had made a box of Sushi for each of us to bring on a picnic. We wrote our names in English and the girls wrote the Japanese equivalent on too!

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...being back together!

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If you read my previous post here you will know that we had an unexpected second Japanese student join us on Wednesday because her host family was sick. We always knew that it was a temporary arrangement and that Akari would move on to her host family when they were better.

When we got the phone-call on Friday evening to tell us she would be collected 10 minutes after she got off the school bus my heart sank. I found it so hard to tell her when she ran up the driveway smiling and talking about her day trip to see the dolphins. I put a smile on my face and told her how excited her host family were to be collecting her and how much fun they had planned for her, ice-skating, horse riding, kangaroo encounters. I had a lump in my throat and hugged her and told her we would miss her.

We went on a quick walk beside the lake just across the road from our house as a distraction while we watched out for the host family's car.

They arrived, we put her suitcase in the boot and made small talk as we waited for Byron to arrive home from work so he too could give her a hug goodbye.

A short while later we waved at the car driving away. My eyes filled up. I felt pretty stupid getting emotional about a girl we had only known for 2 days but she was such a gorgeous little thing and she had fitted in so well. Byron gave me a big hug in the kitchen and told me he missed her too and I didn't feel so silly.

We had a lovely evening with Mana and some of Sian's friends that had come for a girly sleepover. Today was packed with bringing Mana souvenir shopping in a local shopping centre....


...and to a local wildlife park to see Koalas and Kangaroos.


Before heading home we drove to a beachside park and the kids laughed and laughed as they played on the swings and chased each other around getting dizzy and falling over.


Just as the sun was getting low in the sky and we were getting in the car to come home my mobile rang. It was Akari's host family. They were worried about her. She was dreadfully homesick and was missing Mana and us. They suggested that the best thing would be to return her to us for the remainder of her stay. I felt so sorry for them that it hadn't worked out but I was so glad to know that she was on her way back to us.

We drove home and when we pulled up the driveway she was standing next to her suitcase. We all hugged her tight and told her how happy we were to see her again. She kept saying "Sorry, sorry" and we couldn't tell her enough how we were not cross, we were so happy to have her back. We felt a bit like a jigsaw puzzle that was missing a piece and now we are complete again.

As I sit here at the computer all I can hear is laughter and squealing as 5 kids race up and down the hallway chasing balloons and throwing paper aeroplanes.

Life is complete again...

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...can you spot which cake is decorated especially for Byron?!

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After a good nights sleep our Japanese girls are feeling right at home. They went to school with Sian today and travelled home on the school bus.

It is Byron's birthday tomorrow so when they came home we decided to make a mess in the kitchen and bake a cake for him. A few months ago Byron was telling the kids stories from his childhood. One story he told them was about the great cakes he remembers having on his birthdays. One in particular was a castle made with chocolate finger biscuits.

Today we tried to re-create a similar one. We made a huge mess and it was a real ice-breaker. The icing bag exploded at one point and all formalities went out the window as we tried to rescue the icing from pouring on the table and get the chocolate fingers to stick on the cake!

Here is a fun snapshot to make you feel like you were with us, feet sticking to the icing on the kitchen floor and sprinkles crunching underfoot!

Now to go tidy up the mess....

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We recently put our name forward to be a host family for a Japanese student through our daughters High School. We were allocated a 13 year old girl called Manami to stay with us for 5 days during her school excursion to Australia. We have emailed back and forth and have built up a lovely anticipation of her arrival.

At the eleventh hour we had a phone call from the school. There was a problem. Another host family were ill and they needed to find somewhere for their student for the first few days until they recovered. So today we have run around preparing not for one but two students. There was a brief amount of info given to us about the extra girl, Akari, one thing being that she was allergic to milk. I arranged to leave work early to call in to the supermarket on my way home so I could buy a soy alternative. I panicked that I wouldn't have enough food so what started as a basket for a carton of soy milk turned into a trolley of food for $198.92 !

We had half an hour at home after the school run to make up a second bed and prepare dinner. Then we jumped in the car to collect our two girls. They looked so little as they stepped off the coach and collected their bags and grouped together waiting to be introduced to their families. When Mana saw us she looked so excited and had a smile from ear to ear. Akari was not aware that her host family was ill and so she was told in front of us. She looked so fragile and lost. Her face seemed confused as we tried to introduce ourselves. I so wanted to hug her and tell her everything was going to be ok. That we would look after her. That we were delighted to have her stay. I tried to sum all my emotion and mothering into four little words.

This is what came out...

"...I have soy milk"

That's not going to go down in history as one of my most eloquent moments is it?! It seemed to break the tension though as she smiled nervously and bowed saying "Thank-you, thank-you"

We are home now and we have been given some beautiful Japanese gifts. The kids have laughed and played together and our Japanese guests are fed and showered and tucked up in bed with hot water bottles and fleecy blankets. I hope they feel welcome and I hope that they enjoy the next few days being a part of our family.

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Today is the launch day of a very special book.

It is written by Caitlin Boyle and is called "Operation Beautiful" It is the story of how she changed they way we think about ourselves one post-it at a time. The concept is for women to write uplifting and positive messages and leave them for random strangers to find. You can read more about it on her website.

Why am I so excited?

Because the book is made up of 100 images and stories of women and girls around the world who have followed Caitlin's example and written their own notes and been featured on her website.

Have you guessed yet?

Someone I know had her story chosen.
Someone very special.
Someone who is 12.
And creative.
And beautiful.
And my daughter!

Yes! Caitlin emailed Sian and told her that she is in the book. You can see the blog entry Sian wrote when she submitted her story here.

We have pre-ordered a copy and will have to wait until we get it to actually see it for ourselves. I am so excited and won't really believe it until we actually hold it in our hand...

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I love my kids.
I love them playing sport
I love seeing Sian swim like a dolphin length after length on Monday afternoons.
I love seeing Gar and Rhiannon getting muddy on a rugby pitch.
I hate the driving them everywhere to practise and and matches.
I hate when my alarm clock goes off at 7am on a weekend morning. That's when I bury my head under my pillow and wish my kids were couch potatoes. That they were un-sporty and unhealthy. That they played chess or read encyclopaedias for fun.

But then we get out of the car and find ourselves standing in the middle of the Hunter Valley. Blue sky, crisp cold air and a scattering of families getting out of their cars. Little kids in Rugby strips running around full of excitement. That's when I decide it is worth it.

When the match is over and knees are muddy we walk across to the Hunter Valley Chocolate Shop for a coffee and around the corner to The British Lolly Shop so the kids can choose a bag of sweets. Other families jostle and oooh and aaagh inside the shop at all the colourful choices.

And then an offer from another Mum to take a photo of our family all together. 5 smiling Baynhams in the same frame. A rare treat!

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