Wednesday, December 23, 2009

December 22nd...

It's been a cold, the first day at the beach. Three kids actually went in...(please note, there were no other kids swimming...) but they had to throw themselves into the warm sand to prevent hypothermia. I mean, it was actually warm, when the sun was out, but in shadow..brrrr....
In any case, we were at the beach. Yay! I finished my 50 marathons-50 days-50 states book, while there. I'm inspired!
Have a good christmas!

Friday, December 18, 2009

Paloma had her 'ka-kite' (farewell) day at kindergarten. She sat up so proudly beside her teacher and discussed her past year at kindy. They all sang three of her favourite songs to her (with actions). She watched and fiddled with her buttons while wearing her ka-kite hat and shy smile. Afterwards, she stood by the door with a basket of stickers and balloons while the children went up one by one, taking one of each and saying goodbye. Too cute!
Paloma has been wearing her ka-kite hat ever since. She arrived home from a friends fifth birthday party, all hot and bothered and went directly to her room, got the hat, grabbed a pen and paper and started writing. I love her writing, it is a form of art....

The year is finally beginning to slow down. Last night we had Drew and Izzys dance performance, they were wonderful. I have not seen them so tidy for quite a while, black leotards, black tights, black tap and jazz shoes, hair tied and pinned up, and eyemakeup. Drew made my eyes water, appearing on stage shyly...everyone was looking bravely out to the darkened audience...not my Drew though! Beautiful eyes downcast-but what a dancer! I hope she continues.
Izzy was fabulous, love's being on stage, wears the biggest grin and tapped like a trouper!
Today is the kids last day of school. My last day of momentary silence....

Saturday, December 12, 2009

The only child....

Izzy being an 'only child'. The older siblings were away doing older kid stuff, and Paloma was having a rest. Izzy got the computer without having to fight/negotiate for time. She drank a milo and ate junk, all without any one nicking her seat or stealing her food. She didn't have to talk over anyone if she wanted to speak to me. Wow. What an hour it was!

Wednesday, December 9, 2009


Izzy and Rose played crazy girls out side of our rental holiday house in Ohakune. We drove there for my 'goat' race, which turned out to be not so much a race but an endurance slog through mud.
While I was ummm..'racing', the kids played, watched sky, and a  couple went for a bush walk with Catherine.Here is a pic of Reuben after the goat race. He completed it a tad faster than me, and after our return, and a hot shower, he lay on the floor in recovery postition for hours. Didn't move.
ahhh..alls well that ends...with us all alive.
On a christmas note, I am up with the shopping. Santa has been very busy. I realise this sounds naf...(or something similar)..but I love christmas! I love the sparkly shiny thingo's, the tree with flickering lights, the tinsel and even the music. I really really enjoy giving presents. I love cooking for everyone and eating and walking to the beach after lunch. I think this is partly due to the fact that as a child and young adult, I never did the christmas thing...I certainly make up for it now!
I love how my kids take it all for granted. I think it's quirky that two of them still believe that Santa come's to our house and leave's presents for them. So sweet!
On the art-side, a small idea is forming...why don't I rent a shop in Newtown (I've seen the one I want,it's empty), and just open a gallery/studio. Why not? why not?

Tuesday, December 1, 2009

a cave, a bottle and a cup and a Ned in the making.

Paloma told me what to write, and she copied underneath. This is her letter to Santa. That is all she wants; a cave, a bottle and a cup. Did she want to write 'love from Paloma' or anything else? 'No' she replied,'that's it'.
I think she was tired from all that writing actually.

And here she is listening to 'is she is or is she aint my baby?'. This is the song I am singing in the 'concert'. I prefer to call it a 'public singing workshop', it sounds less scary.Okay, it's a public singing workshop. I'll wear my running gear so I can run away straight afterwards.

Here is a painting I have decided to work on again. It measures about 1meter by 1.5. It is oil so all though I finally have a vision of what it will be, (Ned eyeing up Nedette from a safe distance), I am hesitant to begin the next oil process given the lack of space, and the drying time involved. I could paint like mad and hoist it high on the wall while it dry's for a few weeks. But then, there is the fumes. As much as I like a good snort of turpentine and linseed oil, I don't think it would help those with hayfever or asthma....
God! I am so frustrated. I am keeping myself in check, but maannnnnn! I feel it boiling.
Thanks for reading.