Blog Moving Day

Moving to –  www.eleganttess.blogspot.com

In keeping with my always expected yet random changes of heart, I am moving from this place (WordPress) and retiring somewhere more familiar (Blogger). So sorry WordPress, i’m afraid I am far too cheap to pay for the privilege of altering my blog template!

If you have followed me around here you will be warmly received in our new home.

See you over there!

Casey, Sisi, Squishy and our Elegant Tess’


Nurse Mumma

Talk about an interesting few days!

Our little man is home safe and sound (same day). I am constantly amazed by how hardy babies are. Anyone else I know would complain as much as possible given the chance to have a real life ‘something’ to recover from. How can this smiling, perfect patient someday turn into a boy who will likely suffer so terribly from that most masculine of afflictions-

The Man Flu! {cue high pitched scream}

He kicks his legs and grins and laughs and grabs maniacally at anything that innocently flutters near his hands. The nurses and Doctor’s couldn’t believe what an amazing patient he was. ‘Of course!’ I say. ‘He may be the reincarnation of Buddha!’

Certainly a lifetime closer to enlightenment than I will ever be….

I wonder sometimes if I had eaten (or not eaten) something during pregnancy, would the necessity for this have been there? Maybe I didn’t do enough, or did too much? Was it that sip of wine at Christmas time!?

One can go crazy with such useless thoughts (I repeatedly tell myself).

I’ve got to hand it to nurses too, I am at home and totally in charge of ground zero maintenance. I have to keep the germs away, ensure cleanliness, stop pain, report anything infected or suspicious, hence our frantic 3 trips to the hospital since Wednesday, and I have to wait till Thursday to see the surgeon again. Whom I have called a number of times already. Naturally.

Parental worry is a funny thing. I myself put up with 2 partial dry sockets after getting wisdom teeth out for 2 weeks. 2 WEEKS of searing pain! With him I see the slightest bit of surgical tape unsticking itself  and i’m on the phone and bursting through the hospital doors screaming- “NUUURSE!”

Ok. I love to exaggerate.

The moral of the story is that kids are tough. And we should learn from their example.



Listening To (over and over)

Makes me a little sad. Such a thought provoking clip!

We always have to face the truth in the end.


High Times

Today is the first day of the third month of our lives this 2011th year AD.

Oh! Such a grand introduction for a day, a blip in our lives, and immensely less than an audible grain of sand in the age’d old thing- our Universe.

Though today, I am forced to concentrate on my tiny human anxieties and desires, as minute in the grand scheme as they may be.

He goes into hospital tomorrow.

Some may say, myself being one of them! That I can be a little more  openly self-righteous than I  really should. Worrying about the unfurled events of tomorrow and tomorrow is a wasted schlop of energy, I would say, which is agreed upon by every religion and common sense expert in the world. I assume. (There I go again…) So in knowing this, why can’t I turn it off?

Why do I find myself walking into rooms to get something and completely forgetting what it was, why i’m in this room and what my name is… The last one is exaggerated of course, I haven’t had some kind of aneurism.

I think It’s the distraction, the thinking without realising the thinking! The suppressed worrying that keeps the brain all spiky at bedtime. I have nothing but admiration for the parents who have terribly ill children, they must be real troopers.

Why doesn’t anyone write in those lovely clinical pregnancy books that two well known emotions truly peak when a child is born- Guilt and worry. Go away worry! You can take a hike too guilt!

Sigh. For goodness sake, it’s DAY surgery! He’s a healthy butter ball, just a correctional operation. Silly brain!

On the other view, these emotions are so primal, so beautifully uncontrollable and necessary if we were protecting our young against the proverbial Sabre Tooth Tiger.

Amazing.

He won’t care, he won’t know! Imagine the freedom to be unaware of our own mortality. Wouldn’t that be nice?

Orright. Cuppa tea time.


{This Moment} Saturday 26/2/2011

{this moment} – A Friday ritual. A single photo – no words – capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savor and remember.

Inspired by Soulemama (Well, it’s Friday in America.)

 


The Dark, the Humour and the Bright Side.

I guess it happens to all of us at some time or another-

Professional life demands more of you than your blood and guts can fulfil, and that carrot seems to be further and further away from your outstretched neck and snapping jaws.

The bank account turns it’s pockets inside out and shrugs it’s shoulders and sticks it’s lip out when naught but dust and a moth come fluttering out.

One of the kids needs a stint in hospital (nothing serious) and finally, and most pointedly since your mood and self esteem is already down there sniffing around-

You’re a bit more overweight than you are quite frankly comfortable with.

C’mon though folks, everything in life is a choice! And when life gives you lemons..erm,  something about tequila… You choose to fix it all up, right?

You take a look at those finances, make some calls, move things around and hooray! soon you’ll be paying less and have a bit of cashola left over! In just a few weeks things will be back on track.

Then….

Car breaks down.

OH! Har har har, very funny.

My Daddy puts it down to the fabled ‘Bennett Luck’ comparable only to Al Bundy’s famous super power for screwing up. Very similar, in a less TV comedy kinda way. Let’s just say that if my Dad won the Lottery, he’d become very nervous…

Wait. Let’s look on the bright side for a moment- Fact: No money currently. It might sound tacky but we really do have each other and our lovely house (and still able to support both). Considering those in Christchurch, NZ who have lost their homes, businesses, loved ones and lives it’s easy to put little money woes into perspective. Perhaps even feel a little sheepish about complaining in the first place.

Broken down car- Thankfully I had husband with me and we were only down the road from our house so we were able to push home. That could have been MUCH worse.

Squashy’s stint in hospital. I’m worrying about my  7 month old under anaesthetic. Although, with top health cover and the top doctor it shan’t be a real worry. Never again will I curse the private health insurance fee! (Though it’ll be the first to go when all our wisdom teeth etc are extracted).

5 kilo’s left to lose after baby. Hmm…

Well, if i’m not willing to do the squats then, you know the rest.

Annnnnd … cut!


Meditation in a cup!

Yesterday Husband and I attended a Buddhist Meditation workshop which I was very excited about leading up, since I have been, for lack of a better word, dabbling in meditation for the past couple of years.

The workshop went for 2 hours, and I was tickled by the fact that the Buddhist speaker lost track of time and went over a little. Didn’t seem perturbed by the fact, obviously he isn’t in the business of being ‘perturbed’.

He did ask if we minded going over time a touch, I would have found it even more tickling if someone said- Yes! I have a very important appointment! I must leave NOW! Oh my GOD I’M LATE!

Especially after the lengthy and soul enriching meditation we’d just completed.

Before we went I worried, or worry perhaps being the wrong word, ‘considered’ the fact that 2 hours would be too long to meditate and talk about Buddhist meditation and principles. The longest session i’d been able to do by myself was all of 10 minutes before my brain insists that I need to do something else.

Ommmm…. maybe I should buy groceries online today… ommm….. i’d better do that now to get the last delivery spot… ommmmm. SHUT UP!

Honestly, 2 hours soared by! I am certainly miles away from being enlightened, and my monkey mind continues to distract me (amazingly not at the workshop, but always at home).

Of all that was said, one thing stuck in my mind the most-

First we must tame the mind in order to transform it.

This truly hit a spot with me, since i’m the type to try to power through the taming part.

I must TAME the monkey! Considering that Buddhists have over 100 intense scriptures dedicated to the practise this may, naturally, take a little time.

Adventure time!

(Or I could purchase Buddhism for Dummies and prove once and for all that I am really not getting the concept…)

 

 


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