Showing posts from July, 2011

Week Seven: Strangeness (or How The Most Adorable Granddaughter#2 Evened the Score)

It's taking some getting used to seeing our dreams of the last fifteen years coming to fruition. Doors have been moved and are in strange places. What was once a kitchen wall now sports weatherboards and new French doors. Walls have gone and spaces opened up. Don't get me wrong: I like what I'm seeing, but there is a certain strangeness to it all.

Even more strange is the number of strange men in my house. Now I'm not totally unused to males in my house. I mean, I married one and between us we produced another five (and some might think them a little strange at times). I'm not even unused to adult males in my house since my youngest is now seventeen and a half years old.

But this is different and at times I have felt a little strange. Even uncomfortable. Like a stranger in my own house.

I walk out of our bathroom and almost smack straight into one of the builders. I go into my bedroom and there's a strange man standing there. I find a strange man in my hot water …


The last time it snowed in our city was over a hundred years ago. It stilled hasn't snowed in the city. Sleet, yes. Hail, yes. Snow, no. However some of the higher suburbs and outlying areas experienced snow on Monday, as these pictures taken by one of DH's colleagues show:

So it seems ludicrous that on what must have been the coldest day on record for a long time I was sewing spring skirts for The Most Adorable Granddaughters#1 & 2. Nor did the cold weather stop them from modelling the dresses once they were completed.

One Month


Week Six: What on Earth Have We Done?

Early this week we hit a new stage. The What-On-Earth-Have-We-Done-What-Were-We-Thinking Stage. The Stage where I told DH to tell the builder to put it all back the way it was before.

I think it had something to do with seeing my old kitchen being demolished. When the laundry and spare bedroom came down I almost felt a sense of what could be termed elation. They had never been attractive rooms and I had never taken delight in using or cleaning either room.

But the kitchen was different. There were a lot of memories in that room. Meals cooked. Conversations shared. Quiet moments stolen with a cup of tea and the sun pouring in through the windows. Attempts to turn it into a pleasant room that everyone could enjoy.

Yes it had its faults. I clocked up a lot of miles walking from the stove to the pantry and back again. There were serious draughts in winter and for that reason no one wanted to be the one on kitchen duty when it came time to do the dishes. The floor sloped so that any spills al…


For the past few days my moisturiser and deodorant have been frozen in their jars and almost impossible to remove, let alone apply to one's skin. I guess it's not surprising given there is only a thin sheet of wallpaper separating our lounge room from the outdoors. Well it's only about a metre or so square so it's not the whole wall, but still! (I just hope no locals are reading my blog and realising that this could be an opportune time to break-in.) It certainly doesn't make for a cosy house.

Totally off-track, DH has an allergic rash. I've decided that there can only be three explanations for this rash.

One: He has the chicken pox which he caught from The Most Adorable Granddaughter in the World#1 who apparently looks like a "giant spotted chicken". (Son#2 affectionately calls her "Henny Penny".) This is unlikely since he has already had the chicken pox (twice if you believe the doctor but what did he know?). Anyway, it's more like a ras…


I’ve not been able to love on The Most Adorable Granddaughter in the World#4 as much as I would have liked to since her birth three weeks ago. Not that Son#2 and DIL#2 have kept her all to themselves and refused to share her (in fact I think they’ve felt bad because we haven’t been able to have more cuddles) but there have been feeding issues which have meant that more important things have had to come first (and rightly so).

At one stage I visited and struggled to hold back tears when I saw the colour of our precious little girl and realised that she was failing to thrive. DIL#2 had recognised that The Most Adorable Granddaughter#4 had seemed lethargic and had rung her midwife. The scales confirmed that she had indeed lost weight and thus began a round of trying to get enough nutrients into her while still trying to sustain nursing. For some reason, The Most Adorable Granddaughter#4 was reluctant to cooperate despite letting us know in no uncertain terms that she was hungry and wanted…

Week Five: Halfway

It seems incredible that we are supposedly already at the halfway point regarding our renovations.

This week the weatherboards went up, windows started going in, and the back door was reinstated complete with a brand new lock and handle which matches our front door but which looks ridiculously out of place on the not-yet-painted-and-still-looking-like-the-old-door-that-it-is back door. Still it’s progress and I’m enjoying the prospect that one day in the not too distant future I will have my house back again - and then I’ll have to clean it again (not a totally unwelcome prospect - at least the first time). And I've given up hope of ever getting my backyard back - I have visions of future grandchildren learning to play cricket/hockey/soccer around the accumulated rubbish that is just going to get bigger and bigger as time goes on.

We went and chose glass for the fanlights above the windows, not at all surprised to learn that the original in the house is no longer produced. We return…

Knock, Knock

Son#4 decided to introduce The Most Adorable Granddaughter in the World#1 to the world of jokes.

Son#4: Knock, knock.
The Most Adorable Granddaughter#1 starts giggling.
Son#4: You’re meant to say, “Who’s there?” Start again. Knock, knock.
The Most Adorable Granddaughter#1: Who’s there?
Son#4: Lettuce.
The Most Adorable Granddaughter#1 starts giggling again.
Son#4: You say, “Lettuce who”.
The Most Adorable Granddaughter#1: Lettuce who?
Son#4: Start again. Knock, knock.
The Most Adorable Granddaughter#1: Who’s there?
Son#4: Lettuce.
The Most Adorable Granddaughter#1: Lettuce who?
Son#4: Let us in, it’s cold out here.
The Most Adorable Granddaughter#1: I don’t get what you mean.
Son#4 gives up laughing.

Then it was her turn.

The Most Adorable Granddaughter#1: Knock, knock, who’s at the door?
Me: Who’s there?
The Most Adorable Granddaughter#1: [Inserts her name].
Me: [Inserts her name] who?
The Most Adorable Granddaughter#1: [Starts laughing]. Me, silly.

Perhaps it’s a little early to expect her to unders…

Week Four: Boring

My blog apparently. Not me. Although that could have been implied. Or perhaps it was that Son#2 had already read the comments re how gorgeous The Most Adorable Granddaughter in the World#4 is and was disappointed that there were no new ones. Whatever the reason, Son#2 told me my blog was getting boring.


I was going to show him. I was going to update yesterday with a super-exciting blog post but I was having huge internet issues. Even Son#4 who should have been able to sort out the problem was stumped. I guess we could blame it on the huge storm we had Saturday night - a storm that had me feeling homesick for the electrical storms I used to have back home and DH annoyed because our dog barked the whole time, ruining his enjoyment of the storm.

Anyway, it's sorted now but any inspiration for an exciting blog post has long since fled.

I will admit that our ongoing renovations are getting closer and closer to the exciting stage. Predictions we had heard of how awful building or reno…


Son#2 commented today that I haven't updated my blog for a week. I wonder if he's been waiting for me to show off more photos of our recent most gorgeous and precious addition to the family? If so, he should be happy with these ...

As for the other Three Most Adorable Granddaughters, DH and I babysat them on Friday night.

When he returned home Son#1 asked us how we went with getting The Most Adorable Granddaughter in the World#1 to bed.

"No trouble at all," I replied. "She had a bath and story and then when she was in bed she asked me to turn out the light because she was tired and then she went straight to sleep."

"What?" Son#1 was obviously surprised and I think also a little disappointed that we didn't have the same struggles they've been having at bedtime. Put it down to a Nana's touch!

The Most Adorable Granddaughter#2 can say her cousin's name and is so proud of herself. So she should be! However she still refuses to even attemp…

Week Three: Second Thoughts

After a fortnight of not really caring what was happening as far as renovations go (apart from the day I came home from work and we had no water) I now find myself in the position of caring too much. I had hoped that any small changes that were made as building went along I'd be able to live with - but that hasn't turned out to be the case.

The builders made a decision regarding a particular window thinking they were doing what would look best but I'm not happy with it. I've tried and tried to imagine what it will look like finished and tried to like it but all I can think of is that it is going to annoy me every time I see it. So it's going to have to go.

Our builder is really good and has told us to let him know if we see things that aren't to our liking but I was really hoping this wasn't going to happen. I thought that I'd be able to accommodate the little things or eventually learn to live with them but this window really bugs me. I don't want t…