Friday, 28 November 2008
The Hamster Dance is Sam's current favourite 'tune', along with Crazy Frog. Yep, precisely the kind of music that will drive any grown-up insane. Still, he loves it, and his dancing is hilarious - so it's well worth the watch!
Just one word of warning though: some of you reading this blog might not particularly like the 'noise' Sam is dancing to, and the beat of this tune is particularly fast, crazy, aaaand annoying - so please mute your players before pressing the 'play' button... if you see what I mean!!
Monday, 24 November 2008
According to a recent survey, it would seem less women are terminating pregnancies which are likely to be affected by Down Syndrome. Read more here
I am utterly delighted to hear that efforts to raise awareness of DS - at least in the UK - seem to be having a positive influence on people's attitudes towards this often misunderstood, yet fairly common 'condition'.
Things are going in the right direction, at long last.
Saturday, 22 November 2008
And just to clarify, I don't have anything in particular to get off my chest, in case you were wondering. It's just that life, with all its little daily intricacies, has got on top of me tonight - and I feel downright irritable. Nothing major has caused this, and I should know better by now than to mope and feel sorry for myself.
However, this is my blog and 'I do what I want, cuz I can'...
(and if you're bored, you could just use this post as an exercise in counting: for example, how many times does the word 'just' appear in these humble lines?...)
Anyway. Tonight, I am hyper-irritable. And before you ask: yeeeeeeees, it is that 'time of the month'.
But still, who gave my children the right to be so unbelievably annoying??? Obnoxious, selfish, rude, smelly, and noisy?? And how come they all come back from a lovely brisk walk on this crisp autumnal day grumpier than when they set off??!
Why can they not just enjoy simple pleasures of life such as playing in mud, kicking a football around the garden, or just sharing a nice evening meal with their loving, doting mummy and daddy...?? Why the constant urge to fight, to whine and find fault with the slightest thing, to shout, throw rice and bits of sausage across the room - and spill water in MY plate of food, for goodness' sake??!!!
So we come back from the walk that was supposed to make everyone happy, and the 2 'little ones' are crying, while the older one is harassing his father incessantly to take him 'on a trip' (this is code for: 'I want you to buy me the new "Clone Wars" DVD'...). Needless to say the little ones just get plonked in front of the TV, while Sam is absolutely NOT taken on a trip to buy Clone Wars.
Mark and I then decide to speed up the whole bed-time process, so that we can get some peace and quiet at last. But the irritation grows, and becomes nearly physical - to the point where I'm almost itching myself...
This is where I start updating my Facebook status:
6:12pm - Rachel is INCREDIBLY irritable... >@( *this is supposed to be a cross face, by the way...
6:19pm - Rachel is INCREDIBLY irritable ... and cannot WAIT for everyone to get to bed... AAAAARGHHHHH!!!!!
6:42pm - Rachel is so irritable she will now leave the house and go on a quest for chocolate and wine.
7:29pm - Rachel has wine, and chocolate... Phew!
7:37pm - Rachel is wondering whether to eat the 2nd one??
8:57pm - Rachel ate the 2nd one... Yum!
And in case you're wondering what 'the 2nd one' referred to, have a little peak here...
I mean - can you blame me???!
Anyway, after the latest update, a friend comments 'I bet you feel soooo much better for it!'... I reply: 'well, I feel a bit sick actually... Oh dear :$ (I think that's what they call instant gratification??)' *maybe that should've read 'divine retribution' instead - but I believe in grace and forgiveness, which is just as well.
So, to conclude this little rant, I will say that the chocolate and glass of wine (red - please...) did help, somewhat. I feel a tad less irritable, or more chilled out, depending on whether you are a 'glass-half-empty or glass-half-full' - type person. Sam, our 8 year-old, is still struggling to get off to sleep, and it's 22:28 pm. I think he inherited that from me, poor boy :o(
I am now feeling sick and headachy, from the chocolate and the wine, and my bed beckons.
But when all's said and done, I'll start again tomorrow: do my best to live life to the full, whatever it brings, 'for better, for worse' (they didn't tell us, when we made those vows, that they extend for the most part to whatever offspring is thrown in to the mix...). Do my Utmost for His Highest, knowing that when tempers fray, and all isn't 'hunky dory', by His grace, and with a bit of help on the side (in the form of chocolate and wine, Facebook and blogging), I'll make it to another bedtime, and be grateful for it all - and especially wine, and chocolate.
PS: and that's 10 'justs', just in case you couldn't be bothered to count them all up after all. Oooops, nope, make it 11...!! Is that right?? Or did I miss one...?
Tuesday, 18 November 2008
Isn't my little boy making progress with his speech?! I love the way he sees pictures of stones and thinks "cake"!! He's such a scream... :)
This was taken at about 23:30 last night; Ben suddenly got up, and decided he was wide awake and wanting a chat. Please note this is the same child who had woken up with a raging temp that same morning, and spent the majority of the day curled up in a ball on the sofa, watching Chitty Chitty Bang Bang...
Needless to say he was well enough to go to nursery this morning. Just as well, seeing as it's my turn to be all curled up today :(
Sunday, 16 November 2008
It made me cry!
It was from my Sam; he has the most delightful sense of humour and an incredibly tender heart. But to my shame I often forget and fail to look deeper than the surface. So 'small' touches like these humble me, rebuke me, and reassure me that beneath the often indifferent exterior, there is indeed an abundance of feeling.
Oh how I love being a mum...
Thursday, 6 November 2008
We've stepped out of the boat. (see Matthew 14:22-29)
This house, our lovely home, is 'on the market'... (the link won't be available for very long, so feel free to take a peek while you can; I think it's a pretty 'saleable' house, don't you??)
I should be feeling excited - right?
Well I'm really not:
...and grieving a little bit.
*ok, more than a little bit*
I simply can't believe it's happening; it feels very strange and surreal.
I also don't think I have the strength I know I'm going to need to get through this next bit.
To pack everything up.
To uproot everyone.
To say goodbye.
To look for houses, schools, doctors
A church, a gym,
New places to go with the kids when they get restless,
... A new life...
I am so churned up right now!
Does this make sense to anyone out there????
Sunday, 2 November 2008
Although to be honest, it was never gonna work - I mean, what was the likelihood of me being able to sit down and blog for up to an hour (or 2) each day when I was also busy toilet-training the very child I was blogging about...??!?
Needless to say we're a looooong way off from succeeding, and have yet to get him to poo anywhere else than his pants. So I've also been busy doing a LOT of laundry, which I guess is a by-product of toilet-training. Oh my.
There is also something major (well - apart from potty-training obviously...) going on in our lives right now: we're moving!
Mark has been offered a very interesting job in Devon, and so we are in the process of getting our house ready to put on the market, which is no mean feat - especially in the current economic climate... In less than 6 months' time, we'll be beginning a completely new life down there!
We have NO DOUBT that this move is of God; the way He has orchestrated it all is extraordinary, and we have faith that He is the one leading the way. But it is nonetheless a pretty big thing for us - and it completely caught us unawares, because moving away from where we are now was never something we were seeking or anticipating.
God is good, but He never allows His children to stay comfortable for very long.
So I guess, I will be blogging from this new perspective from now on.
I am scared of what lies ahead, I am sad to be leaving many loved ones behind, but I am 100% certain that this is His plan for us.