Friday, October 25, 2013
Monday, October 21, 2013
weekly meal plan: need dinner inpiration?
Do you need some dinner inspiration? It's getting warm here in Sydney and this is my meal plan for the week. This could be applied to lunches too. Some of the ingredients can be prepared ahead of time and stored in the fridge for when you need it, to save time!
Do you use a similar concept for your meal plan?
Do you use a similar concept for your meal plan?
Wednesday, October 16, 2013
Réunion Island, September 2013
September 2013
"I'm writing to you from my recently-cleaned hotel room on Réunion Island* Outside my room there is the buzz of activity (albeit slow) of hotel guests in the pool, birds flitting through palm fronds, the chinking of cutlery in the alfresco dining room and the wheels of the cleaner's trolley rolling around the edges of the pool.
Only now do I feel relaxed. I have wept for the children many times. I know they would enjoy it here but the enduring jet lag and logistics would be less than 'romantic' in reality.
The kids are two days travel away with their Ma and by all accounts they are having a ball. They are being well looked after and I no longer feel like being here is irresponsible.
Leaving the children at 4:15am on Friday was like playing a cruel joke on them. They were both securely tucked up under the covers in our bed, snuggled together, and we wrapped them in our doona before dressing and heading to the awaiting cab. I wept so hard as we drove away. It felt desperately cruel, going against all instincts and in the moments it took us to get to Spit Bridge I could have easily 'pulled the plug. on the whole trip.'
You can see how difficult it was to leave the kids for my trip away but within a few days I was settled in to my routine without them and because I have kids I appreciated this holiday far more than I did before we had them!
"I'm writing to you from my recently-cleaned hotel room on Réunion Island* Outside my room there is the buzz of activity (albeit slow) of hotel guests in the pool, birds flitting through palm fronds, the chinking of cutlery in the alfresco dining room and the wheels of the cleaner's trolley rolling around the edges of the pool.
Only now do I feel relaxed. I have wept for the children many times. I know they would enjoy it here but the enduring jet lag and logistics would be less than 'romantic' in reality.
The kids are two days travel away with their Ma and by all accounts they are having a ball. They are being well looked after and I no longer feel like being here is irresponsible.
Leaving the children at 4:15am on Friday was like playing a cruel joke on them. They were both securely tucked up under the covers in our bed, snuggled together, and we wrapped them in our doona before dressing and heading to the awaiting cab. I wept so hard as we drove away. It felt desperately cruel, going against all instincts and in the moments it took us to get to Spit Bridge I could have easily 'pulled the plug. on the whole trip.'
You can see how difficult it was to leave the kids for my trip away but within a few days I was settled in to my routine without them and because I have kids I appreciated this holiday far more than I did before we had them!
Réunion Island is basically a volcano which juts out of the ocean not far from Mauritius, off the coast of Madagascar. Coral reefs line the beach and the water is aqua. Visibility was very good (20-30m).
Thanks to my dive instructor, Jean, for these photographs.
A hundred or so metres from the shoreline the reef drops away deep in to the ocean (like Hawaii, I'm told) which is the home to dolphins, sea turtles, sharks, beautiful tropical fish, nudibranchs, octopi and sea slugs. I've been SCUBA diving and seen these creatures in their home among the reef. Behind the beach, the mountain is laced with cloud for the most of the day.
The exposed (east) side of the island bears the brunt of the wild weather- storms, rain and winds but by the time the clouds get to the west side they've dropped their rain.However, we had friends who left for a four day trek on the day we flew out of Réunion. The weather had turned dramatically and the west coast was in for a few days of large seas and high winds.
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My Year 5 students were eager to hear about my diving when we returned after the school holidays. I had to tell them about the moments when I thought I'd never dive again. For the first four dives I was as comfortable as any beginner diver but on my fifth dive I just couldn't clear my mask and as water filled around my nose I decided I wouldn't have my second dive of the day (my last of the trip). On all my previous dives I'd enjoyed looking at all the sea creatures and even gained enough confidence to swim in caves and swim-throughs. I wasn't feeling very comfortable and I felt vulnerable and irresponsible too.
You can't discuss the thoughts in your head underwater but fortunately I had an understanding dive instructor and my husband reassuringly by my side. I wanted to cry with disappointment (but I didn't want my mask to fill up with tears as well!)
Diving is an incredible sport- like no other and with its risks. The equipment is heavy and cumbersome. Every person I have spoken too (some of these guys have been diving for thirty, and more, years) have had moments like I did during their dives. Everything - your equipment, visibility, the current, your mind has to be perfect otherwise it's easy to lose confidence.
Luckily, I was able to continue with the dive, though cautiously, and finish with a few more practises of clearing my mask. This gave me the confidence to complete my final dive for the trip with enthusiasm. I'm so pleased I did. Diving opens up a whole other world and one you just can't experience on the surface. I am completely hooked!
This was an important story to share with my Year 5 students. Adults feel scared sometimes and sometimes we want to give up. Reassurance is important, especially when you're new at something. Perseverance is the only way to achieve difficult things but knowing your limits and sometimes admitting things are too hard, is okay too.
* Why doesn't the magic house cleaning fairy respond when I put a "Please make up my house" door hanger on my front door each morning?
Thanks to my dive instructor, Jean, for these photographs.
A hundred or so metres from the shoreline the reef drops away deep in to the ocean (like Hawaii, I'm told) which is the home to dolphins, sea turtles, sharks, beautiful tropical fish, nudibranchs, octopi and sea slugs. I've been SCUBA diving and seen these creatures in their home among the reef. Behind the beach, the mountain is laced with cloud for the most of the day.
a sting ray which spanned about 2 metres
a trumpet fish
three of lion fish
a moray eel (not the prettiest of creatures)
The exposed (east) side of the island bears the brunt of the wild weather- storms, rain and winds but by the time the clouds get to the west side they've dropped their rain.However, we had friends who left for a four day trek on the day we flew out of Réunion. The weather had turned dramatically and the west coast was in for a few days of large seas and high winds.
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My Year 5 students were eager to hear about my diving when we returned after the school holidays. I had to tell them about the moments when I thought I'd never dive again. For the first four dives I was as comfortable as any beginner diver but on my fifth dive I just couldn't clear my mask and as water filled around my nose I decided I wouldn't have my second dive of the day (my last of the trip). On all my previous dives I'd enjoyed looking at all the sea creatures and even gained enough confidence to swim in caves and swim-throughs. I wasn't feeling very comfortable and I felt vulnerable and irresponsible too.
You can't discuss the thoughts in your head underwater but fortunately I had an understanding dive instructor and my husband reassuringly by my side. I wanted to cry with disappointment (but I didn't want my mask to fill up with tears as well!)
Diving is an incredible sport- like no other and with its risks. The equipment is heavy and cumbersome. Every person I have spoken too (some of these guys have been diving for thirty, and more, years) have had moments like I did during their dives. Everything - your equipment, visibility, the current, your mind has to be perfect otherwise it's easy to lose confidence.
Luckily, I was able to continue with the dive, though cautiously, and finish with a few more practises of clearing my mask. This gave me the confidence to complete my final dive for the trip with enthusiasm. I'm so pleased I did. Diving opens up a whole other world and one you just can't experience on the surface. I am completely hooked!
This was an important story to share with my Year 5 students. Adults feel scared sometimes and sometimes we want to give up. Reassurance is important, especially when you're new at something. Perseverance is the only way to achieve difficult things but knowing your limits and sometimes admitting things are too hard, is okay too.
* Why doesn't the magic house cleaning fairy respond when I put a "Please make up my house" door hanger on my front door each morning?
Monday, October 14, 2013
memo to my kids: I'd like a day like this every day please
There are few days that I can recount when, at the end of the day, I can say it was a perfect day.
By perfect I mean that the kids argued only a few times, with no hitting.
By perfect I mean we got the balance just right. We had a couple of hours at home in the morning, went in to town for about an hour, and came home for lunch.
By perfect I mean that we had the perfect balance of screen time (about an hour of ABC 4 Kids in the hottest part of the day), outside time - weeding the garden, riding bikes and scooters in the street, trampolining, cuddling the guinea pigs and patting the chooks. I watched the kids help each other too.
By perfect I mean that when the kids were stuck inside during the hottest part of the day they entertained themselves. B took apart his Lego for the fourth time (since he got it yesterday afternoon) while, beside him, in their bedroom P put all her babies to sleep. And there were no complaints that the Lego building was too noisy for the babies.
The kids ate their lunch. No fuss. In the afternoon we chopped up a yummy fruit salad and ate it on our front step in the dwindling afternoon sun. I pretended to be cross as they sneaked extra pieces of watermelon. They laughed. We all laughed.
The kids ate dinner too. With little fuss. A leafy, tuna and lentil salad with char-grilled capsicum and artichoke, parsley, fresh coriander (which I detested as a kid).
By perfect I mean that I don't remember having to ask more than once for the kids to do something.
By perfect I mean that when P hurt herself twice today her brother ran to her aid. He gave a "ooooooh" noise and called for help as he reassured her and brought her his toys to distract her. She didn't care less about his toys but that's not the point.
In the bath the kids had their hair washed and B blurted out his favourite 'washing hair' song "to see what condition my condition(er) was in!" We laughed.
I can tell you these days are few and far between but I'm just going to relish in this one for a little longer. And tell the kids how much I enjoyed their company.
Do you remember the last time you had a perfect day?
By perfect I mean that the kids argued only a few times, with no hitting.
By perfect I mean we got the balance just right. We had a couple of hours at home in the morning, went in to town for about an hour, and came home for lunch.
By perfect I mean that we had the perfect balance of screen time (about an hour of ABC 4 Kids in the hottest part of the day), outside time - weeding the garden, riding bikes and scooters in the street, trampolining, cuddling the guinea pigs and patting the chooks. I watched the kids help each other too.
By perfect I mean that when the kids were stuck inside during the hottest part of the day they entertained themselves. B took apart his Lego for the fourth time (since he got it yesterday afternoon) while, beside him, in their bedroom P put all her babies to sleep. And there were no complaints that the Lego building was too noisy for the babies.
The kids ate their lunch. No fuss. In the afternoon we chopped up a yummy fruit salad and ate it on our front step in the dwindling afternoon sun. I pretended to be cross as they sneaked extra pieces of watermelon. They laughed. We all laughed.
The kids ate dinner too. With little fuss. A leafy, tuna and lentil salad with char-grilled capsicum and artichoke, parsley, fresh coriander (which I detested as a kid).
By perfect I mean that I don't remember having to ask more than once for the kids to do something.
By perfect I mean that when P hurt herself twice today her brother ran to her aid. He gave a "ooooooh" noise and called for help as he reassured her and brought her his toys to distract her. She didn't care less about his toys but that's not the point.
In the bath the kids had their hair washed and B blurted out his favourite 'washing hair' song "to see what condition my condition(er) was in!" We laughed.
I can tell you these days are few and far between but I'm just going to relish in this one for a little longer. And tell the kids how much I enjoyed their company.
Do you remember the last time you had a perfect day?
Saturday, October 12, 2013
Réunion Island, September 2013
September 22(?) 2013
"I'm sitting here on a banana lounge (not recommended) peering out over the great Indian Ocean. Somewhere, out there, is Madagascar and further still is the East Coast of Africa. It's surreal. The water is green. The beach, the sand is coral. Just to walk to the ocean's edge requires constant vigilance. To stub one's toe on coral is painful.
This morning J and and walked to the village (Saint Gilles Les Bains) markets. Fresh fruit and vegetables, baguettes Indian food - all fresh and beautiful. It now feels as though we are on holidays. Only now am I relaxed."
This is an excerpt from my diary from a few weeks ago. Only now am I able to consider sitting down to write again. Everything feels like a chore after a wonderfully relaxing holiday (for me) on Réunion Island.
My husband was attending a tri-continental conference for work. I was able to attend some of the conference. Mostly, though, my days consisted of laying on the beach reading, walking along the beach and riding a bicycle around the island and chatting with the other attendees' partners. In the evenings the delegates would join us for sunset drinks on the beach and dinner or a conference function.
It was an incredibly timely break. I had become quite overwhelmed with the job of stay-at-home Mum and we were lucky to have my mother mind the kids at our place while we were away. It wasn't until we returned home that I 'remembered' what a full-on job raising kids is. When we were away we just had each other to worry about, two adults. No spare changes of clothes. No snack packs. No night wake-ups. Riding bikes with no baby seats. SCUBA diving. And no whinging.
By day ten, though, we did miss our munchkins and so we were eager to get home to them. Meanwhile, they'd had a brilliant time at home in Sydney - a visit to the NSW Art Gallery, tennis with their Aunties, a kids' party, a preschool play date, the beach, the aquarium, parks, visits from cousins, swimming lessons, ice-creams!!! The kids were well looked after and Mum had a great (but exhausting) time!
I'll share more of our Réunion Island experience in coming posts.
"I'm sitting here on a banana lounge (not recommended) peering out over the great Indian Ocean. Somewhere, out there, is Madagascar and further still is the East Coast of Africa. It's surreal. The water is green. The beach, the sand is coral. Just to walk to the ocean's edge requires constant vigilance. To stub one's toe on coral is painful.
This morning J and and walked to the village (Saint Gilles Les Bains) markets. Fresh fruit and vegetables, baguettes Indian food - all fresh and beautiful. It now feels as though we are on holidays. Only now am I relaxed."
This is an excerpt from my diary from a few weeks ago. Only now am I able to consider sitting down to write again. Everything feels like a chore after a wonderfully relaxing holiday (for me) on Réunion Island.
My husband was attending a tri-continental conference for work. I was able to attend some of the conference. Mostly, though, my days consisted of laying on the beach reading, walking along the beach and riding a bicycle around the island and chatting with the other attendees' partners. In the evenings the delegates would join us for sunset drinks on the beach and dinner or a conference function.
It was an incredibly timely break. I had become quite overwhelmed with the job of stay-at-home Mum and we were lucky to have my mother mind the kids at our place while we were away. It wasn't until we returned home that I 'remembered' what a full-on job raising kids is. When we were away we just had each other to worry about, two adults. No spare changes of clothes. No snack packs. No night wake-ups. Riding bikes with no baby seats. SCUBA diving. And no whinging.
By day ten, though, we did miss our munchkins and so we were eager to get home to them. Meanwhile, they'd had a brilliant time at home in Sydney - a visit to the NSW Art Gallery, tennis with their Aunties, a kids' party, a preschool play date, the beach, the aquarium, parks, visits from cousins, swimming lessons, ice-creams!!! The kids were well looked after and Mum had a great (but exhausting) time!
I'll share more of our Réunion Island experience in coming posts.
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