Week in the Life – Day 03


Morning snuggles in bed.

Today was one of those days when you think things will be fine, but they end up spiraling down hill very very fast but then you are rescued and it’s ok.

Today I’m grateful for friends who come when you call them in tears because you’ve suddenly realised that you can’t manage this day alone after all. Also for play-doh that makes a great, easy distraction I can just manage to do to pass the time before help returns.




Backyardigans on the iPad while mummy lays down again


Lunch delivery


Me for the rest of the day


while Craig worked away from home and William disappeared to neighbours. At around 2pm I got an update that said he wouldn’t be coming home for dinner, he had other plans. So day that was too hard to manage resulted in one I didn’t have to manage. William returned in time for a story and bed and Craig returned to a dark and sleep filled house many hours later.

Favorite Moment:

Watching William try to brush my teeth with his little tongue moving from side to side and up and down as he concentrated on the task at hand.

Week in the Life – Day 02

Things are looking better for this weeks weather:

* Watching farmer Bob bring down the sheep from the top paddock with the help of his dog Tess.

* We rescued a bird from the fireplace before getting it going. William was very concerned about the bird and delighted when it finally flew free out the window – much too busy to take photos, pity. I had to smile later as Craig attempted to start the fire (after cleaning out all the soot the bird freed from the chimney)and William kept going on about Daddy meltingegg sand how he wished he wouldn’t do it – turns out Craig was using egg cartons to light the fire.


* That at least my new diagnosis may have a little relief attached to them, but they are still mostly untreatable and don’t change a great deal for me really.


* For glorious sunrises seen through cracks in the curtain at 6am

* Phone calls (on the drink bottle lid phone) from Ranger Juney calling Super Hedgehog and Cover Boy to action

* Good manners from my 4 year old, like “excuse me please Mummy”, “your welcome” and “may I please be excused from the table”

* Brownies and strawberry cheesecake for morning tea after doctors visits.


* Spontanious songs

* “I’m not William today, I’m hedgehog boy”

* “I never imagined I would ever own something like that.” Craig returning to our house, currently being assembled on site.

* The boys constructing a cereal ox space craft before bed

Favorite Moment:

* Watchng William and Little One play with a ring from the milk bottle over breakfast.

* Listening to William’s concern for the poor bird and joint family effort to get it first out of the fireplace where it had wedged itself and then away from a startled cat suddenly awoken by a crash on the window above his head and finally convincing it to fly outside to freedom.

* Lying in bed feeling exhausted with a small child, himself with a raging fever, singing nursery rhymes together and laughing through the worst.

The jigsaw puzzle that is our house frame:



Week in the life – Day 01

This week I’ve embarked on a “Week in the life” project. Eventually the words and photos will come together as a printed scrapbook, but for now I’m holding them here to keep them safe.

I really wanted to do this project this week, because it is the week our house frame is going to be put up. It’s been four years in the dreaming and planning. Four house site changes, only to return to the original site. Two completed house plans submitted to Council. An island move and three houses lived in.


Today begins the WitL project:


The weather forecast isn’t looking auspicious for the house buildand I’m nervous.


Our mourning started at 6am with conversations about random topics with William and Mummy while Daddy slept on, oblivious. When 7am ticked around it was all hands on deck and out of bed.


Lunchboxes had to be packed, people getting dressed and apparently my legs getting cut off
before we headed out the door by 8am for breakfast at the bakery. We usually do this little outing closer to the end of the week unless we need to be in town early, like today.

I had a round of blood tests to grit my teeth through, you do not know how relieved I was that my favorite vampire (otherwise known as a phlebotomist) was in.


This meant a quick and an only mildly painful draining before we headed off again to complete a few more errands before heading of to pre-school.

A quick trip past the house site to see the roof frame had been assembled reading for the end of the week.
We all settled into our usual Monday work. Craig spent a day in skype meeting after skype meeting while I ended took a mid-morning rest with an audio book of Enders Game. Lunch and more meetings saw the early afternoon disappear. A small indulgence of homemade lemon syrup cake for afternoon tea went down a treat


before we received a phone call to collect a sick little boy.

When we arrived at pre-school, William was happily laying down on the couch with a cold flannel on his forehead, grinning up at us. He may have had a 39 degree temperature,


but the attention made up for any other discomforts it would seem.


The rest of the afternoon with was spent with Mummy & William curled up in bed watching cartoons.

None of us was 100% today. Some of us were feeling overwhelmed and others generally sick. The overall feeling and need for today was a strong desire to be together in our little family, loving and supporting each other as best we could.

Grateful: Today I’m grateful for a caring husband and father who does his best to tend to us with a smile and over flowing love.

Craig was grateful that his wife was “happy sick” all day.

Favorite Moment: William telling us all about his ‘favorite thing’ today over dinner. It was learning about simple machines. How convenient that he happened to have watched Sid the Science Kid episode about just that very thing this afternoon AND played with them at pre-school this morning too… hmmmm


Reflections on our decision to move to NZ.

I think this move was really good for us, it’s been less then a year since we moved and already we notice so many changes, in ourselves, in the way we think and approach things, what we want from our lives.

There is a great deal of difference between Oz and NZ, more then I thought there would be. Some of them are small, subtle things that just make day to day life a little confusing for a while, like they don’t have anything like a newsagent, they have milkbars that they call dairies or superettes. No charcoal chicken, and every fish & chip shop is an asian/european takeaway. An esky is a chillibin, thongs are jandles and there is nothing like the Melbourne culture. Nothing resembling Lygon St, or the cafe culture we’re used to. You can’t find a decent dessert place (like Brunetties or Glutany) and I have found 2 gelati bars in the whole North Island, and one of them was closed by 8.30pm (see what I mean about no dessert). So far we have discovered nothing like the strip of Asian restaurants of Victoria St, Richmond, or the Vietnamese of Fitzroy or the Italian of Lygon St, nothing to resemble Brunswick, and I mention these things also because there is nothing so far to “replace” them, something unique. As I said, the differences are subtle ones for the most part, you don’t pick up on them on holidays here but thorough investigation when you live here reveals all.

But with the bad comes the good. They have an amazing respect and integration of the Moari community, beliefs and so forth. Words from the Maori language are used as common place by everyone (I never thought moving here would mean learning a new language), it’s really rather fascinating. The names of places, towns, suburbs are mostly Maroi words and even those that aren’t are pronounced as if they are. Craig is constantly groaning because invariably every day we end up doing the “potato, potato, tomato, tomato” game (even more so because our neighbors on one side are American.

New Zealand has the most amazing landscapes. Flat plans and rolling hills, mountains, oceans, mud pools and area where steam just pours out of the earth and snow covered mountains only a few hours drive away. Everything is so compact. You can drive for an hour or two and see a completely new vista.

Either I hadn’t realised just how big and diverse Melbourne was, or I hadn’t considered how small Auckland would be. There is very little in the way of alternative culture here and as a result we have found it hard to find like minded friends. We have been here now for almost 9 months and still have a very small social group. We also haven’t gone out of our way to join lots of groups to meet new people, it’s such hard work, but I didn’t realise it would take quite so long to find our social groups. I’m not really interested in going along to role-playing conventions any more, or meeting up with pagan or wiccan groups. I did that already, found the people I wanted to keep from those groups and then left them all back in Oz.

We do not have a shortage of social contact here in Earthsong though and we do seem to at least get along with everyone, most of them are just much (much) older then us and it can be a little over whelming to see the same people day in and day out, answering the same questions and having the same conversations over and over again.

I’m not sure that I’m cut out for living in such close quarters with so many people on a day to day basis. I really feel overcrowded and not having any private outdoor areas is a little stressful and I end up closeted inside all day just to avoid contact with others. I like our community, I like to see the busy activity as people come together to work or watch the children run around playing.

I felt a little isolated for a long while, having to borrow/share cars with other people, having to curb our spontaneous expeditions because a car wasn’t available. We now have our own vehicle, a 1991 Nissan Terano. It’s big. It will be a great work horse and family car and as we are starting to think now along the lines of having kids and purchasing a more rural property, this car is just right for us.

As we’ve been thinking about the rural life we have also been thinking about if we wanted to stay in NZ or not, would we consider moving back to Oz? The answer is no, maybe if the drought broke and suddenly it became much much greener, but we like the landscape here a lot. We like the rolling hills and the green grass, the ability to drive for short periods to see something very different, beaches and inlets everywhere.