#fivedaysaway was the social media magnate coming out in me as I shared with the WORLD our trip to Perth. For those not ‘in the know’ (and there are many I am sure), Wilbur and I whipped over to Perth (actually – Cottesloe) for a wedding. Wilbur booked five days away…… SANS KIDS. Oh my. For the very first time in TEN years, we would be alone. Away. Out of the house. AND….. without children. I need another holiday just to get over it.
From the very first moment that Wilbur sent through flight details, I was a wreck. “Five days with JUST my husband”, “what will we talk about”, “what if we discover after all this time that we don’t actually like each other”, “what if we don’t talk”, “what if we spend the whole time together being tired and cranky”…… the list went on. i collapsed in tears. Four months ago. Wilbur had no answers except to envelope me in his bear-like arms and pat on on the head and say….. “we can be at it like rabbits”. WHAT! Another unfounded worry reared its head. I don’t want to be a rabbit. I don’t want more children. I don’t want to be a rabbit…..
So – with all of these fears running rampant and snowballing in my over-tired, over-studied and stressed head, we set off.
And had a ball.
Except for the ninety thousand times that Madison rang in tears telling me she missed me. Which of course made me cry. then feel guilty. Then decide we should never go away again – only to counter-decide that she should ‘grow a pair’ and get over it, only to discover that a plate of delicious food was in front of me and I stopped thinking and worrying about children, only to start worrying about whether the next dish of calamari was going to be as good as the last……..
I could ramble on about what we did every day, but I won’t. Pictures tell a thousand words. I think my new favourite thing is stand-up paddle boarding, closely followed by bicycling around Rottnest, or maybe segwaying along the bike paths of Perth, or possibly even running along gorgeous beaches….,or perhaps ot was the MOST delectable piece of meat I have ever eaten at ROCKPOOL, or maybe just maybe my favourite thing was spending time with Wilbur – rabbits and all! Or…. perhaps it was the gorgeous note I found as we were 30 minutes away from home, that dropped down from the sunvisor – Mackenzie had planted it there the night before we left. *sigh*
Here’s #fivedaysaway from the iphone
Thank-you Wilbur…. xoxo+1 Let’s not wait ten years again until we go away on any sort of holiday – with or with out children…….
Last time Mackenzie underwent a ‘procedure’, it was a harrowing experience. To say I was looking forward to this one (another set of grommets) would be a horrendous porky pie.
I was pleasantly surprised today. Mackenzie again was the most stoic individual I know. She was patient, brave and just all round awesome. There was a slight hiccough when she was asked to take panadol as a medicine – Mackenzie is a tablet girl through and through – she can swallow a horse pill bettere than Phar Lap. The medicine took some time and some cajoling – I may or may not have promised to make her some raspberry sorbet, and buy her some new pencils. Does vomiting the medicine up afterwards mean any parental made bargain is moot?! Yes – the kidney dish got an early use!
Six hours of waiting and coloring and rock-paper-scissors, and iPad-ing and dressing up of Cow and general boredom later, it was finally time to gown up. Still a stoic set face with beautiful big eyes piercing me.
As has become the norm, we walked into theatre. The tears started a little early – but only a whisper. Up onto the bed for a sit and a cuddle, awaiting the gas mask – which never came. This time, a line went into her hand, without a whimper, and the magic ‘no vomiting after anesthesia’ medicine went in, followed by the magic ‘go to sleep’ medicine. She didn’t even register what was happening, and peacefully closed her eyes as if she was napping in the sun. The only tears were titchy ones from me – relief.
Never again will we endure that gas mask. Intravenous is the way to go! Ten out of ten to Mackenzie.
Now as I sit and wait for her, I wonder if her recovery will be as torrid as last time. I desperately hope not. She is due for a round of good karma. Due for some good post-surgery memories.
It is her 9th birthday on Sunday. She has been through more in her nine little years than most, but even so – less than many. I feel that we are not at the end of her mountain to climb, maybe we are slightly plataeu-ing, for it has been a fairly steep mountain with lots of scrambling. She is like a newborn goat, she stumbles, and gets back onto her wobbly feet time and time again.
Oh the waiting for her is timeless.
My girl is next to me napping. Sulky and wanting to be rid of her hospital regalia. The ever present faithful Cow is snuggled close. Fingers crossed that nausea stays away, and recovy is smooth. Another couple of hours and we can skedaddle. Another day crossed off the list.
She reached for my hand. A first. Never has that happened. I usually get the silent treatment for a day – and definitely no kissing, hand-holding or smiles. Today was a winner.
As I type, Mackenzie is attempting to break some sort of record in seeing how fast she can get out of here. The vegemite sandwich is nearly gone, the icecream is being greedily eyed. She is keen to eat up, get dressed and go. I don’t blame her! Her round cheeks are rosy and she has even given me a smile. Today is a good day.
Record broken. 2 hours from ending surgery to leaving hospital. She was a machine and super keen to get out of there.
It’s now after 7:30pm, and after a quick use of the ‘bag’ in the car, we came home, she had a play, she ate a good dinner and is now fast asleep. I am feeling as drained as a tin of pineapple, and wish to go to bed. If only I didn’t have that looking exam!
Thank-you to everyone who sent messages through the day today – your thoughts were much appreciated!
Yesterday was one of those days where we could ‘do stuff’, or potter at home. I chose ‘do stuff’ – because lets be realistic – there’s no ‘pottering at home’ when four girls in an enclosed space are concerned.
The Mackenzinator does karate. I say ‘does’ very loosely, because although she has her red belt with white stripe (one step up from the white belt), she, umm…. how shall I put this….. wasn’t paying attention when the ‘let’s get co-ordinated’ part of the brain was maturing. She will get there – hasn’t injured herself yet – and absolutely LOVES it. We attended her local dojo and their ‘club’ Championship Day today. Mackenzie didn’t feel ready yet to compete – maybe next year. I think she was pretty impressed. Me – well – I have no idea what they were saying. A whole lot of yelling going on, in a foreign karate-type language, and lots of people wearing the highly unflattering white karate ‘gi’.
I had packed a picnic (all I seem to do is catering for hungry mouths), and planned on taking the girls for a drive to hunt down scarecrows. For the past few years, the Mornington Peninsula Tourism Hinterland Association has been conducting a hinterland Scarecrow Festival Trail. Here’s the blurb:
It’s a springtime event that celebrates the Mornington Peninsula’s unique creative character with a Touring Trail of Scarecrow Creations and Fabulous Farm-yard Art. Come and experience this free family activity and discover for yourself the incredibly artistic interpretations of ‘The Scarecrow’ from a diverse and eclectic community. New to this years event is The Scarecrow Sustainability Prize, awarded to the Scarecrow that best describes the theme: “Recover, Reuse, Recycle”.
We picked up a map and set off – the plan being drive a bit, stop a bit, eat a bit, ooh and agh at scarecrows a bit…. and repeat. We got to the first ‘stop a bit’ and the weather turned upon us. Our scarecrow hunt turned into an ‘eat lunch in the car, drive a lot and let Mummy get out of the car to photograph the scarecrow’ type of hunt. Still – it kept us busy for a couple of hours, and we only saw 11 scarecrows. There’s 32 all up – so we figure we might give the rest a shot next weekend. Surely the weather will be kind!
Each scarecrow was themed, and associated with a business, group or school. We particularly enjoyed the Loch Ness Monster, and Tea with HM the Alpaca. We are certainly looking foreword to seeing The Very Hungry Caterpillar, Scarebarrow Fair and Red hill Horror Show next weekend!
Here’s the first 11 scarecrows……..
It’s a pretty cool initiative – we get to look at glorious countryside and possibly sample delicious local produce – whilst being enclosed in a small confined space!!!! Hopefully next week the weather will be stunning, and we can explore a little more! Plus – I do believe it may be the Mackenzinators Birthday on Sunday. Who am i kidding – of course it’s her birthday, how could I forget pushing her out!!!
Note to self….. next time make sure there is a card in your fabulous DSLR camera – you know – the one you use to capture the fabulous photographs? *sigh*……..
We went to the Melbourne Zoo on Thursday, purely because we love it, and also as a tribute to Mama – who was also a big fan. Unfortunately and fortunately, Melbourne insisted on showing off, and giving us four seasons in one day. We could probably have done without a couple of them, but we had fun never the less.
Normally I would ramble on, and have a big photographic display at the end. Not this time. Just to jumble things up a bit – let me give you a narrative at the same time as the photographic evidence!
I made the possibly fatal error of taking ZERO pram with me. The first time in ten years that we have gone pram-less. I felt liberated. We had the ropy-poly esky and Madison with a little back-pack.
We shook things up this time, and skipped the gorillas. We have Daddy at home on display ALL. THE. TIME. He’s early-man enough. We headed straight for Murphys favourite – the giraffe. They never fail to interest the girls – those super long necks, and the way they have a super long pokey-out tongue. I did think that watching the giraffe tongues would initiate Millas favourite pastime of tongue-kissing EVERYONE, but alas, it was not to be (phew).
The zebras were next – beautifully arranged in such a photographic pose for me……
From Africa to pure Australia…… insert much ‘kookaburra noise’ here. Apologies to the surrounding animals and humans alike for the noisy, albeit very happy cacophony!
Milla was a trooper – although I started to worry when we had been there for an hour, and she uttered “Muuummm, I wanna go home.” Uggh I sorted that out with a snack near the very rude and extremely laze non-awake or interactive kangaroo-skis.
I had a giggle at this….
…. and envisioned the roar of the Tasmanian Devil as it was awaiting to gobble up three tasty morsels…….. and wished for a moment that I was the very relaxed wombat…..
A water stop and some fun led us to the much anticipated Seal-the-Loop Show….
….where we watched Gordo the seal perform and listened to the wilde-lifey story…
Then we ventured into what can only be described as mind-blowing for Milla. Never before have I seen a child so entranced with water. She truly thinks she is a fish, and as told me on numerous occasions that she doesn’t want her legs, but a mermaids tail instead please, so I can swim underwater….. This series of photographs was taken over a 20 minute period. She was not moving for anyone. The only words she uttered, in her little sing song voice were….”Mummy – I want to be in there please”. She was serious. There was no whining. It was was if she knew that was her place to be.
Once we enticed Milla out of the deep blue with the enticing plan of seeing a tiger – she was more than happy to give us (and the entire zoo it seemed), her own imitation of a ROAR (thank-you Katy Perry…).
The elephants were also too busy for us, so it was a unanimous decision that we should have yet another snack, at the Carasouel and do some kissing of fake elephants…..
We whipped in to see our descendants…. (who does that high forehead remind me of…..)
….smiled for the camera…..
…. and finished off with our obligatory self-timer photograph.
Lastly I must explain this photograph…. (it may or may not be too much information for some – apologies if it is – but I could see the funny side!)
There’s a new zone dedicated to the little people, called KEEPER KIDS, where under 8 year olds can hang out for some imaginative play with their parents – pretending to be a zoo-keeper or vet, or play with plastic animals etc. It’s a lovely area, inside, and has a quiet toilet. Family toilet. We were on the way out, and went in for a group wee. Being the mother that has given birth to four children – I delegated myself as first in line. We were all in the cubicle, and the girls were deciding who was to go next – based upon who needed to do ones, or twos. Whilst this was going on, all of a sudden, my body decided a quick twos was in order (you know how they creep up on you sometimes? No? Oh well – you are missing out!). I was then faced with the dilemma of sending them all outside and risking letting all and sundry see me on the throne as they filed out, or wiping with an audience. Righto girls – block your noses and turn around! Hence the above photo – we were all giggling uncontrollably at this point, punctuated with the expected ‘you stink Mum’ exclamations….. I finished up and got out of there quick sticks, whilst the rest of them finished up. Note to self – ummm – I haven’t got one yet – I am still getting over the horror of wiping with an audience!
On that note – we had a super day at the Zoo. A highly recommend activity through the school holidays – the kids entry is free, mine only cost $26.80. We took all of our food (mountains of it) and didn’t need to spend another cent. Happy children. Win win.