Monthly Archives: February 2007

11 months ago

This time 11 months ago we were packing our bags to come back to the U.K. With no help from the older kids and Will throwing everything out of already packed suitcases it was a stressful time.  That and the fact that 4 days before we were due to go I lost Logan’s passport, we had to sift through the rubbish, unpack boxes and suitcases, it was  a very stressful few hours, that was until I realised that it was in my handbag so as not to be lost……haha

Now we are getting ready to go and I did it again, I lost Logans passport.  The kids have been as much help as the first time, i.e. none at all

Erik has slept at a friends so he doesn’t get in the way- thanks

Riley has locked himself upstairs so as not to get in the way- again thanks

Logan doesn’t want to help as no money will exchange hands-  once again thanks

They are normally pretty good at chores BUT packing is not a chore, you don’t get paid to do it, you just get yelled at because you don’t need to take EVERYTHING YOU OWN on a holiday

The boys packed things I have not seen since last year, they must think it is time for the clothes to migrate once again.  I can understand why they don’t want to help, and a small part of me really appreciates the fact that they are trying to cause me less stress, really.


They could look after Will who keeps unpacking EVERYTHING, He just climbed into a bag and started to throw  the clothes out  so there would be room for him.

I did buy him a ticket, honest.


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Tomorrow we go

Will was nice enough to unpack the bags; I say bags because he unpacked all of them, looking for his bathers. I swear I was up stairs for a few minutes, I came down to Will saying “Look I can swim in clothes” I have now repacked not as neatly as the first time, while Will entertained me on his keyboard microphone set, singing



 Followed by some unrecognisable song (the microphone is practically touching his tonsils) and something that sounds like a cat being strangled I hate packing, and keyboard/microphone sets.

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We are on our way to OZ

Hi, we will be landing in Melbourne after a 30 hour flight which sees us stopping in 2 American ports, which will involve us taking ourselves thru customs to be asked by a US customs official,

“Could you please tell us why you are in
America today and how long are you intending to be here?”

They don’t like to make it easy.  Then when we make it past them we get to get our luggage, to check it in again and go thru customs again.  All with 4 children who by this time will be extremely sleep deprived and will only answer to vague threats about being thrown off the plane, all of this will be said in hushed tones otherwise we will be arrested for terrorist/anti-American threats to the airline.  I will by then have gone past threats and am onto begging

“Please don’t say anything about the twin towers” (Riley like to ask questions about this to any American he talks to)

“Please stop unpacking we are not there yet”

“Please shut up”

“Please, please shut up”

“If this continues you are not my child and I’ll leave you here without a passport or ticket home.”

Once back on the plane I will play musical chairs while holding all 5 dinner trays and Will as that is the only time to go to the loo.  All this while Will shout loudly, in no order

-he hates planes

-there are chemicals in the water, (seriously this is his new one, and soon he will be wearing a foil hat talking about aliens listening in)

– He doesn’t want to go to the beach and get his bathers wet

-that I am a bum head

– I am also a pooh face

Plus I will have 3 other children fighting over who sits where, Logan is the favourite to sit next to, Logan is cool and laughs and wants to talk.

 I want the flight to be over, to have flown in a cone of silence, I don’t want anyone to talk to me EVER again, I don’t want to




Walk up and down

Admit I have children

Yes soon we will have braved the flight to land in OZ, we’ll see you all soon.

Love Mardi


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Fat Fighters

I have become lazy since we came back to the U.K.  It is not as nice walking around here as it is walking the  Beach tracks near our old house, so I have become a recluse to an extent ( Will has played a big part in that as well) So I wasn’t surprised to see my clothes not fitting anymore. I have tried walking again but with the colds and flu’s that have been going on it has been hard to find motivation, plus Will weighs a tonne in the pram now, it is seriously hard work pushing him around.  Last week I brought an exercise DVD.(When I was younger I remember saying to a  friend if I EVER buy an exercise DVD or self help book shoot me, well now I have both), and I decided today is the day to start on the DVD.

After dragging out the morning with games and knitting I Finally got motivated enough to put it in.  I am absolutely knackered.  I had an hour of exercise, fighting while exercising and a heap of help from Will.  At one point I knocked him over as he spent the first 10 minutes ( the warm up) running around me in circles.  Then I punched Ed as he thought Will looked like he was having too much fun and wanted to join in.  When I tried to do squats Will would dive under my legs and run around the back off my to do it all again. 

I yelled at Riley to put a game on a  computer game for Will so I could finish off in peace ( hahaha)

Will came back when I was doing lunges and would try to lift my leg off the ground, by the time I was up to crunches I wanted to throw Will and the DVD out the window, why??, because every-time I put my head down from a crunch Will sat on my head saying

“Smell it, you love it”

At the time Mark taught him that we all thought it was funny, now not so much.

Riley joined me at the end of the workout and is now trying to do it by himself, Will is doing everything that he did to me to Riley, with the added bonus of throwing cushions and blankets at him.  I just went in to tell him to knock it off and Will was standing there with a cushion in his hand, taking aim saying

“I did not do it mummy, I did not ”

hmmm I wonder why I don’t believe him.

On  pj note for Will.

 He got up during the night to change his pj’s last night.  He woke at 2 am and said

” I need my Power Ranger Jammie’s”

He put them on, I asked if he needed to wee, he said no and went straight back to sleep.  This morning he was surprised that he had them on, he had NO IDEA that he changed.

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Its all about Will

I know I have 4 children who all do various amazing things and I always write about Will, but he is at that age you see, that funny exploring his identity age and I am in awe of him and it.

At the moment he doesn’t get dressed, ever, he wears his pj’s all the time and when we go out he wraps himself in a blanket to keep warm, the closest we have gotten to clothes is a jacket and gumboots the other day when it snowed ( the pictures are on flickr) that’s it.   He will disappear upstairs for mere minutes and come back down with a clean pair on, as the old ones will have a drop of yogurt on the sleeve, or worse some water.  It is my job to them go up stairs and sort them out to work out which top and pants he just had on,several of his PJ’s are similar but you CANNOT interchange tops and bottoms, if this is done be ready for HOURS of screaming, then I have to wash them and put them back in the heap ready for the next costume change.  I thought it would mean less washing with him not wearing clothes anymore but I was wrong, he can go thru 5 pairs in a day and by the end of it want the original ones back on, it has become never ending.

His other little foible is food.  At the moment all he will eat in

Pasta and Cheese

Hummus sandwiches with no crust cut into triangles, not squares, definitely not squares, batten down the hatches if you give him squares

Oats mixed with red yogurt, only red, it can be strawberry, raspberry,, cherry, or any other red yogurt, it is not allowed to be any other color.

We are going thru 6 tubs of yogurt a day, today I didn’t have the right yoghurt and he refused to eat till I found a tub of hummus in the fridge, crisis averted.

And out of the million plastic  toys he has he is ( at the moment) only playing with one Power Ranger, it isn’t even a Power Ranger, it is one of the animal Zords that run thru the town to make a big Power Ranger Robot thing.  He Carry’s it everywhere and sings

Go Go Power Rangers

do do do do dooo

Go Go Power Rangers

You are not allowed to add to the song or join in any part put

do do do do dooo

I don’t remember the older kids EVER being this much hard work

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