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Merry Stressmas

December 15, 2011

We had a rough day yesterday.

The Dad broke his “elbone”, as the little ones call it.  It was also almost-dislocated and needed to be put back in joint.  While we were waiting in the Emergency Department, daycare called to tell us that Fainjin was vomiting and needed to be collected.

Our wonderful family and friends swung into action and rescued children from various places, fed them and put them to bed, holding down (and hosing down) the fort while I followed The Dad from Emergency to Radiology to Emergency to Fracture Clinic to Radiology to the ward, with long waits everywhere and in-between, trying to coordinate operations by cellphone.

Fainjin has been fine today, perhaps a little pale at times but eating normally (for him) with no further ill-effects.  I kept Babess at home too, just because I couldn’t manage the trip to daycare and back.

The three of us pottered around at home, with the company of a lovely friend for most of the day, just waiting for news and – in my case – starting things and forgetting half-way through what it was that I was doing.  Pearl went to school and had a good day, she got to meet her teacher for next year and likes her so that’s a good start.

The Dad came home from hospital in the late afternoon, so we are all together again and much happier for it.  Things are going to be tricky for a while with a one-handed parent, but we’ll manage.  We’re hoping that Fainjin’s tummy bug was quickly over and not shared!

Tales of the cute and adorable will resume shortly.

© UpsideBackwards 2011.

O Christmas Tree…

December 10, 2011

The children informed us that it was time to set up the Christmas tree.  And so, The Dad got the box down, and set it up in the corner of the lounge:

There you go...

But NO, that was not good enough apparently.  (Oh my goodness, it’s fun to mess with their minds sometimes!).  They insisted that the tree be brought out of its box – despite our protests that it was all neat and tidy like that and we’d only have to put it back later.  There was much hilarity as the children explained the basic facts of the matter to their obtuse parents.  So we got out the tree.

Close supervision

Eventually it was all assembled, and again we stood back.  “Ta-dah!”


Now we had to decorate it as well.  Honestly, the demands these children make.  So out came the lights and the tinsel and the Christmas Goats, and finally they had the ritual they had been craving.

Babess taking it all very seriously

Eventually all the decorations were out of the boxes and on the tree, and we were allowed a real “Ta-dah!”


I suppose I should really get cracking on some Christmas cards, huh?

© UpsideBackwards 2011.

Celebrating their heritage

November 24, 2011

The Dad plays CDs on the way to work, unless I’m in the car and listening to Morning Report.  Fainjin and Babess like the music, mostly.  They sing along to the Beatles, Babess making up her own words but Fainjin has picked up the “real” words apparently by osmosis.

One morning, listening to the music, Babess said, “Is this the Beatles, Dad?”

“No,” came the reply, “it’s Cold Chisel.”

“Aw,” said Babess, but then The Dad told her a little more about them.  “They’re from Australia! Yay!” she shouted.

Fainjin joined in the cheering, and all enjoyed the music for the rest of the trip.

© UpsideBackwards 2011.

The start of a great story…

November 17, 2011

A guest post by The Dad.

Fainjin, Babess and I were the first ones home tonight, and while I was getting dinner ready, the little ones played.  After arranging soft toys on the clothes rack to their satisfaction, they went outside to enjoy the swings in the sun, with Babess having to run back inside to get the hat that matched her blue “star” dress. After a while, they retreated to their room. I went in to find Fainjin perched up on his bed’s headboard, watching Babess eagerly. She was sitting in her rocking chair with a book open on her lap.

“Are you the teacher?” I asked her.

“Yes, and Fainjin’s the kid. I’m going to read him  a story,” she informed me.

Then opening to a page near the start, she began:

“One uponce a time …”

© UpsideBackwards 2011.

Happy anticipation

November 9, 2011

When The Dad arrived at daycare at the end of the day, Fainjin and his friend were bursting with excitement.  They were going to have a playdate, they said, and Fainjin was going to his friend’s house for a sleepover!

“We’ll have to talk to your Mums about that,” The Dad said to them, stalling for time.

Oh no, the Mums had already talked to each other and it was all set up, he was assured.  They were convincing enough that The Dad called me on my cellphone to check the story.  I have never talked to this friend’s Mum, I didn’t even know her name!  We must come and go from daycare at different times.  So The Dad had to break it to the boys that Fainjin was coming home that evening.  He was disappointed, but still confident that “another day” this might happen.

Apparently the friend was heartbroken, having genuinely believed that Fainjin was going to his house that very evening.  We are working on a playdate for this weekend – although a sleepover is unlikely at this stage!

Meanwhile, Fainjin has been telling me of all the marvellous things he expects to find at his friend’s house.

“Do you know, he has pet crocodiles!”


“Yes! And it’s very dangerous to go in their cage. So he will go in their cage and bring them out so we can play with them!”

Hmmm. Perhaps this had better be a supervised playdate…  On the other hand, I wonder what sort of pets Fainjin has claimed to have here?

© UpsideBackwards 2011.


October 18, 2011

We are in Sydney (Australia) at the moment, visiting family and having a great time.

Today we took a ferry over to Watson’s Bay, where we went for a walk along the cliff-tops of The Gap to look at the surprisingly small entrance to Sydney Harbour, enjoyed the playground (away from the cliff-top!), then had lunch at a delightful cafe in the local library.

While climbing up to the cliff-top, Fainjin noticed the sandstone boulders adjacent to the path, and enthused, “Hey Dad! I can do some rock-climbing!”

He chose a boulder of about his own height, and attempted to scale it, but found it was a bit too smooth at first attempt.  He stood back, regarded it carefully, then tutted.  “Dat’s the wrong rock.”

Luckily, The Dad was more than happy to lend a hand, and the pair of them scaled the “wrong” rock and then the one above it, only to re-join us a few minutes later flushed with their success.

© UpsideBackwards 2011.


A safe place

October 10, 2011

When we upgraded our kitchen last year, we got a dishwasher.  Callooh, callay!  It has been wonderful.  When we chose it, we were very concerned that it be as childproof as possible.  We chose one with a power-switch that is hidden when the door is closed, so that when the power is off and the door is shut (with kiddie-lock engaged), there’s no way a child can turn the dishwasher on.  They can disrupt the wash cycle by playing with buttons while the thing is running, but we tend to only run it in the evening after they’ve gone to bed, or as we leave for the day in the mornings, so that hasn’t been a problem.

At the weekend, Fainjin had a stick of lip balm that he was carrying around.  He tried to tuck it in his waist-band (he had no pockets), but I told him it would fall out.  “Put it on the kitchen bench,” I told him, “and I’ll find a safe place for it.”  I was washing Babess’ face at the time, so couldn’t take it right at that moment.

He disappeared.  Shortly afterwards, I heard The Dad growl with frustration.  I went into the kitchen to find The Dad rattling the dishwasher door while Fainjin looked on.

“What happened?”

“I wanted to put it in a safe place…” Fainjin explained shamefacedly.  He had put his lip balm inside the dishwasher handle.  Because of the construction of that very small hinged panel, it’s impossible to get the balm out.  The Dad gave up.  I had a go.  I thought I might be able to flick it out if I had a small right-angled tool… I got an Allen key and gave it a try.

Now there’s an Allen key stuck in the dishwasher handle, too.

If we run the dishwasher with the lip balm in the handle, the balm will melt and make a terrible mess.  So we are washing our dishes by hand again until the repairman can come to have a look on Wednesday.  The minimum call-out fee is $85.


© UpsideBackwards 2011.

A Spring Sunday

October 9, 2011

We all had a much-needed sleep-in this morning, no-one stirring much before about 7:45am.  The Dad got up to feed Fainjin and Babess (Pearl is having a couple of nights with her cousin at their grandparents’ place), and brought me a cup of tea in bed.

Fainjin was well-rested and full of beans.  He finished his breakfast in short order and went to play outside in the sunshine.  It was a gorgeous day today.

A little while later, he appeared next to me, red hair desperately in need of a cut and sticking up through the holes in his bike helmet.  “Mummy, can we scooter ’round the bay?”  He paused uncertainly, looked at me sitting up in bed.  “Um, after you finish your sleep?”

I had to laugh.  Then I felt obliged to get up, of course.  We didn’t scooter around the bay as he wanted to, but we did walk around a different bay and “look for sharks” as well as picking up a scrumptious lunch at the local market.  Hooray for spring!

© UpsideBackwards 2011.

Modern education

October 7, 2011

The kids were discussing dangerous animals – lions and sharks and crocodiles, oh my!

“Did you know,” interrupted the Dad, “that hippos are actually the most dangerous animal in the world?”

The younger two oohed and ahhed, but Pearl was indignant, “Ye-es! Of course! What do you think they’ve been teaching me at school?!”

So that’s what they’re teaching them these days…

© UpsideBackwards 2011.

A morning pick-me-up

September 6, 2011

Babess was a bit dreamy and absent this morning.  The Dad was trying to ascertain what she would eat for breakfast, and getting nowhere.

“Do you want toast?”

“Noooooo,” in a floaty, not-really-awake-yet voice.

“Cereal then?”


He flashed me a grin and offered, “Coffee?”

That woke her up.  “Coffee?!” she was scornful.  “I’m not a Daddy, I’m a girl!”

Now he had her attention, The Dad was opened his mouth to ask her again what she would eat, but she hadn’t finished talking.

“I’ll have tea.”

© UpsideBackwards 2011.

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