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Biscotti

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I have an early birthday present. DH gave it to me two days before Christmas and on Christmas Eve I decided I just had to try it out.

While munching into some delicious chocolate cranberry biscotti that had been a gift to DH (he shared it with me - I didn't steal it) I commented that I should've made biscotti when I'd done baking with The Two Most Adorable Granddaughters in the World earlier in the week. We'd made Truffles and Mazurka together but by some oversight (perhaps because I'd never made it before?) we hadn't made biscotti.

DH's response was typical: "Why don't you make some now?"

My response was even more typical: "Because it's 4.30 and I don't have a recipe [I found one online] and we have to pick up Son#3 from the bus in half an hour [DH went and got him] and I haven't cooked dinner [I threw something together] and we have to be at church at 7 [We made it - just]. ... But then I could try out my new mix master."

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Another Milestone

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It only seems like yesterday that our lives were changed forever. But as these pics show, it's been four years!



Turning four requires some contemplation ...


But it obviously doesn't improve one's dress sense ...


The Most Adorable Granddaughter#2 seemed a little confused as to why she wasn't getting any presents this time - after all, they both received gifts just three days ago - but as long as big sister shared some of her toys, she didn't mind that she had none of her own to open.


Happy Birthday to The Most Adorable Granddaughter in the World#1!

My New Toy

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I didn't receive jewellery for Christmas. Or perfume. Or clothes. Or anything to make quilts with. What I did receive from Sons#4 and #5 was a new toy that in our family at least has been traditionally associated with male domination. In fact, I've posted on this blog before that I believe they deliberately keep me uninformed so that they can prove their superiority.

No longer will that be true. Because no longer do I have to muddle through this:


But instead have this:


Now when I'm all alone in the house (as I am now since DH and Sons#3, #4 and #5 have gone fishing) I can watch my movies when I want and as loud or soft as I choose. No getting DH or sons to set up the TV and DVD player before they go. I can now do it myself.

Ah, freedom finally from the tyrant remotes.

Two Little Angels

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On Sunday we went to see The Two Most Adorable Granddaughters in the World dressed as angels in a nativity play. Neither cried but one managed to embarrass the family in a particular way but remained totally unconcerned herself. It's one of those stories that will be saved up and shared at family get-togethers but I'm not going to share it here (I'll leave it up to your imaginations). In case you're wondering, The Most Adorable Granddaughter#1 is in the white and pink dress with the green headband and her sister is behind her in the arms of an older girl (photo is clickable).

I love nativity scenes. The glory and wonder of Christmas that God – the Creator of the Universe and mankind – came down to earth as a babe. Unlike babies in the animal kingdom, human babies are totally helpless. What an incredible thought: Jesus – the Son of God – dependent on His earthly parents for His most basic needs.

Do we just gloss over the story of Christmas caught up as we are in the busy…

Tree

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I know it's tall and skinny (unlike me) but did Sons#4 and #5 have to laugh and imply that it resembled a beanpole when I asked them to decorate the tree? They even went so far as to tell me - erroneously - that there was no room for any more decorations on the tree.

I think they just wanted to get out of decorating the tree. I must admit: it's not as much fun without The Two Most Adorable Granddaughters in the World - and they probably thought so too.

At least next year it will be bigger - hopefully. We decided this year to buy not just a real tree but a living one. If it survives the season - and it should - we'll put it in a shady place in the garden until next Christmas when we can again bring it inside.

And DH's verdict on the tree? He thinks there are so many decorations that you can't see the tree.

Sigh. What's the point of decorations if you can't weigh down a tree with them? I know the camera angle makes it look bigger than it really is but you can see…

Lucy

We've just returned from seeing "Voyage of the Dawn Treader". I've seen the other Narnia movies but neither of them affected me the way this one did.

I cried all the way home in the car.

I'm just like Lucy. I long to be beautiful ... to be someone else ... Unlike Lucy, it's taking me a very long time to come to terms with who I am ... with the person God has made me to be ... with all my quirks and personality traits ... my strengths and weaknesses ... my fears and abilities ... my looks or lack of ... my worth ...

Perhaps I need to realise that I'm a daughter of the King and learn to listen to His voice.

Three of Everything

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I got this idea from A Joyful Chaos. I don't know if it's her own original idea or not but I thought I'd copy it (I've also added to it a little). Please feel free to do the same! Hopefully it will be fun in a busy and stressed filled week.

Three Names I Go By:
1. Jules;
2. Mum/Mum-meeee;
3. Nana.

Three Jobs I've Had:
1. Salesgirl;
2. Nurse;
3. Early childhood teacher.

Three Places I've Lived:
1. Australia;
2. New Zealand;
3. Heaven (one day).

Three Favourite Drinks
1. Tea;
2. Bundaberg Ginger Beer;
3. Tea.

Three Places I've been:
1. Bundaberg, Queensland, Australia;
2. Melbourne, Australia;
3. Queenstown, New Zealand.

Three Favourite Foods
1. Yoghurt (okay, I'm weird but I love this stuff);
2. Pasta;
3. Chocolate.

Three Things I look Forward To:
1. Holidays;
2. Time with family;
3. Birth of two grandbabies next year.

Three Pets I've Had:
1. A Corgi Australian Terrier cross called George (and George was female);
2. A Hunterway Labrador cross called Calico (Co for short);
3. A Bor…

Traditional Christmas Pudding

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At the end of the list of ingredients for my recipe for Christmas pudding there are these two key ingredients:

One free day!
Each family member present!


This year, Son#3 wasn't able to be with us so if the pudding doesn't turn out, perhaps we can blame him! (I'm sure it will be okay). It would be easier to simply buy a ready-made pudding but it wouldn't be as much fun. And it wouldn't taste as good because no bought pudding - regardless of how wonderful it is - can duplicate the ingredients that went into our pudding. Ingredients that will last even longer than the pudding itself. Ingredients of love and laughter and traditions that will be sweet-tasting memories for years to come.

The memory that once again DH and I kept the tradition of 'arguing' over the recipe. The memory of the tradition that every family member was involved - even if it was just watching or tormenting the younger members of the family or (as with Son#3) receiving texts telling of the pudd…

The Thought That Counts

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I don't suspect - I know - that I'm a lousy gift giver. Gift giving is not my love language. While I like to receive gifts (generally) and give them, I'm no good at choosing them. Some people have a knack for finding just the right gift for the right person but regardless of how well I know a person, I rarely get it right.

It's become harder as the boys have grown older. How many times have you heard women wail, "I never know what to buy a male"? Well the woman wailing the loudest is me.

However I have another confession to make. I'm not any better at choosing gifts for females. I seriously fail at this gift giving business.

Okay, a few times I've gotten it right. Like the time we gave our children gift cards for Christmas and Son#1 promptly went out and bought an Akubra hat. It was something I would never have thought to buy for him but it turned out that it was something that he obviously wanted and I received a lot of enjoyment knowing that he would …

A Little Angel

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I answered the phone last night and heard this:

Nana, would you like to come to my church on Sunday and see me be an angel up the front?

How could I resist???

A Little Scare

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Yesterday morning I arrived at work early and was standing at the sink reaching up to the shelf when I suddenly felt strange. I said, "I feel strange. I'm going to have to sit down" and started to make my way toward the couch. Before I could get there I listed to one side, my legs turned to jelly, and I went down on the floor.

That's one way to get attention!

As I was sitting there - knowing that even if my life depended on it I wouldn't be able to get up off the floor - I thought, "This can't be happening to me. I'm not ready for this." Whether this meant illness or disability or something else, I don't know but whatever it was I wasn't ready for it.

When I felt that I could trust my legs, someone helped me up and I moved to the couch. By now I was feeling increasingly embarrassed - which didn't lessen with time.

It was decided that I shouldn't stay at work and since no one - least of all me - thought I should drive, someone took me…