generation alpha….

so the generation K Dogg is part of are set to be the most technologically savvy, formally educated and materialistic generation ever…better start saving now. I don’t want to sound like the old duck bemoaning how much things have changed since I was a child cause my dad still tells the story of how he would ride home in his undies – of course he calls them reg grundies – in the snow with his school uniform rolled up in his bag so it didn’t get wet. or the story of how the ice would get delivered to their house for their ice box, they were one of the first families to have one and the ice truck would pull up and the guys would deliver the block of ice into the ice box…you didn’t need to be home cause you left the house unlocked. a bit like the milk man who would use a milk jigger to fill the bottles you had left on your front porch – that was after he had taken the money for the milk out of the bottles. and yes that milk would sit there, on your porch, unrefrigerated, until you got home. how things have definitely changed. my besty and I were having a discussion about home heating yesterday because we were comparing our gas bills that seem to have gone through the roof. we are both the same age and are part of gen x so we share the same stories about our childhood and similar views on many topics. so we were talking about the whole gas price hike and how our cost per unit has more than doubled in 12 months blah blah. in the end we both decided that blankets and slippers were a far cheaper option. we had gotten used to putting the fire on to make it comfortable in the house and then we can walk around in tee shirts and bare feet….well no more…until K Dogg gets old enough to start wielding her power in the house due to being an only child and one born into what is shaping up to be the most indulged generations of all time. it’s a fine line we will walk in the future between providing for our daughter’s needs and keeping up with the cool kids so she doesn’t get left behind or bullied. the reality for us though is that providing for her needs may well be the latest phone at a very young age which just doesn’t seem right, not much has changed in the way that people behave it’s just the “things” that have changed. I went to school with a girl whose parents gave her whatever she desired. to me they were “rich” and they had all the gadgets as soon as they were available…microwave, soda stream, video player, sports cars and more, they had it all. so this girl had everything and I had a serious case of friend envy. she was the coolest girl in school and could make you cool or make you miserable and you didn’t get any warning as to which one it would be on any given day. she still exists today but instead of having the coolest trainers or the latest sony walkman she has the iPhone 5 hot off the shelves, an iPad, tattoo’s and she can still make you cool or miserable but nowadays you find out about it through facebook. apparently home schooling is going to become very popular with parents of generation alpha kids because they don’t want their children exposed to it all, but what can you do? eventually they will be exposed to the world and all its beauty as well as the very ugly so maybe it’s the “five p’s” in action once again to help get through it – in our case the prior planning will be to get K Dogg a bank account and start squirreling money into it so that when she does have a want or a need we have the means…

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cheque or savings….

neither….actually. I haven’t had a cheque book since 1995 and I have no idea why they call my bank account savings. quite clearly with a balance that ebbs and flows from one pay week to the next it should be more accurately referred to as spendings or debits. and as I sit here with my ugg boots on and a scarf wrapped around my neck I wonder how much I could get on eBay for my gas heater that I refuse to fire up due to the recent gas bill that blew my hair back. now I know that since May I have been at home during the day and usually the only thing in operation at our house during normal business hours would be the fridge and the radio – yes we leave the radio on for Mr Rooben – but since we bought K Dogg home from hospital I had taken to turning on the gas heater to take the chill out of the air. then we got the bill. now she can rely on the cilia in her nose to warm the air before it gets to her lungs because gas is, apparently, no longer the cheaper way to go. has the cost of living gone gangbusters in this country? there was a story on telly a couple of weeks back promoting this new ‘choose your own product to discount’ sticker thingy that woolworths started doing and they had two women who, armed with their stickers, went on to do their shopping to illustrate how much of a saving the stickers would represent. now this seemed a little redundant considering that the total value of the sticker sheet was $18.50 so the saving for both women would be $18.50, yeah? or am I having another one of those baby brain moments? that wasn’t what struck me from this insightful telly viewing…what I found interesting is that one woman was shopping for just her and her partner and they spent $116.50 and with the stickers only spent $98.00 okay whatever, the other woman was shopping for her and her three boys and she spent $164…now at this point I am talking back to the telly and asking a few questions like how many days a week do these women shop and what do they eat? because I can’t get out of the shops for under $250 a week and I still have to go back for fresh bread and milk. and that’s just for Mr B Badger.com and I, so that doesn’t include K Dogg’s formula – yes she is on the “F” word full-time now – or Mr Roobens biscuits, but it does include nappies which from today will no longer be on the list as today marks the first day of the Modern Cloth Nappy at the Haus of Halford. I prepare to be shot with poo as is oozes out of the leg of one of these gems. don’t get me wrong these are the cats whiskers of nappies – or diapers for my American pals, which is where they came from as they are cheaper and our dollar was good. I have been trying to use them since K Dogg came home from hospital and we have had some fun times that have all ended with a change of clothes – ours and hers –  and on one occasion a deep clean of our lounge….but I can’t stand the amount of rubbish I am contributing week after week using disposables and her legs have chubbed up enough to fit in the holes. now I am not judging you if you use or used disposable nappies, for sure they are way more convenient and they probably fit better but half of our bin each week is nappies and that aint right. so today it is. and this also means I will have to give Mr B Badger.com a tutorial on how to change them…mind you he has fingers the size of K Doggs arms so the changes will probably all fall my way from now on because he wont be able to manage all the little press studs…

where is auto save when you need it….

I just completed a post on my recent visitors and when I hit publish it asked me if I was sure I wanted to do this and I said yes and then my post dissappeared…no draft, nothing, just a blank page for me to start all over again. awesome. what I had written wont seem nearly as entertaining to me second time around so I will have to come up with something else.

so yesterday I said farewell to my cousin, who is more like my sister, and her lovely daughter. I don’t think it has ever bothered me as much, being so far away from family, as it has now. we have lived in western australia since 1988 and the rest of our rellies are spread out all over Australia the UK and USA. I grew up knowing my cousins and spending time with them but for little K Dogg this looks to be impossible. she will know who everyone in the family is but the logistics of actually getting together just make it too hard – thankfully we can use skype to keep in touch with my brother and his family and I still hold out for that lotto win but in the mean time once I return to work we will start to save some moolah to be able to travel.

I am so grateful that my cous and her girl were able to come and spend some time hanging out with the B Badgers and K Dogg and now that they have returned to the other side of the country I have a new lease on life. I had started to get into a bit of a daily routine that involved not much other than caring for K Dogg and waiting for Mr B Badger.com to come home. having “the dynamo” come to stay was great and if Mr B Badger.com thinks I struggle to sit down and relax he has just witnessed what it is like ten fold. my cous is a force to be reckoned with…washing, ironing, cleaning, cooking, playing with K Dogg, throwing the ball to Mr Rooben, more washing, more cleaning, more more more…I would say she will need a holiday from her holiday but I know her well enough to know that things are no different at her place. other than she has a bigger clothesline….she took one look at my Mrs Peggs collapsible number and laughed. but as I explained to her if you have a bigger line then you are tempted to do more washing cause you have more space to hang it on. with the old Mrs Peggs you can only do a couple of loads before she’s full and then you have to wait til it’s all dry, perfect. and if she was tempted to use the dryer while she was here she needed a step to get up close to it cause it was put on the wall by a giant…failing to find a step she used a stack of books, ironically one of which is The Toyota Way which is about improving process’ to make work more efficient – well done.

anyhoo so now that the house has returned to just the four of us I have come up with a schedule that involves walking, household chores, study time and weight training to keep my days nice and full. I have to exercise, it keeps me sane. I should get a tee-shirt printed with “exercise to exorcise”. I have to prioritize things the right way for me and unfortunately that may upset some people but I don’t want to be that person who regrets not taking time for themselves and just doing what others expected of them. I am certain this will affect some people as our lives have changed substantially in the past four months and we have K Dogg to think about now. so that we can still be around to see her into her forties we are going to have to be a bit selfish and spend time making sure we are as fit and healthy as we can be. this started today for me as I set out on a walk that ended with me soaked to the skin and K Dogg dry as a bone and sound asleep in her pram. I hadn’t planned on jogging just yet but started doing some interval training closely followed by a sprint home – not easy while pushing a pram that is also being pushed by a headwind. tomorrow will be upper body weights…it’s been a while so I hope I can remember to take it easy…

the guessing game…

in all the information you can get about babies and their development and what’s “normal” and what’s not they say babies have different cries to let you know what they want or need. mine must be broken because she only has one cry and it goes from 0-100 in about 8.5 seconds, whatever she needs is urgent. I can’t help but feel for all the new first time mums who, like me, are trying to find that little difference in the crying to see if she wants feeding, changing, burping, sleeping or just holding. early on it was evident and Mr B Badger.com and I would know instantly what she needed, not so much now that she has hit three months. yesterday my besty and I went out for lunch. she had her two girls with her and when K Doggy started to cry one of the girls said “why is she crying?” I said I didn’t know, so she says “well how do you know what she is crying for?” and my besty summed it up for her and everyone else…”well you don’t know, cause little babies can’t speak so they cant tell you whats wrong so you just have to guess and keep guessing until they stop crying” pretty much nailed it. you’re not going to get that kind of advice in a baby book that’s for sure. and I think I only actually feed her 2/3 of the formula in the tin and the rest gets made up  and then turns out to be a wrong guess and down the sink it goes. yes the “f” word – formula – but you know what? her colic has stopped since becoming a formula only baby. she is soooo much happier and not in any pain trying to bring up wind. yes breast is best but maybe not a one size fits all solution. seriously it’s hard enough adjusting to life with a baby without the added pressure of sticking to breastfeeding when it’s not working. oh and to all the midwives, health nurses, doctors, chemists and do gooders out there….making a new mum feel bad about how she is feeding her baby is not helping her and making out that baby formula is doing damage to the baby is really not cool peeps so off the breast-feeding high horse please for the mental wellbeing of new mums if nothing else.

three months…my god where has it gone? having said that it does seem like a lifetime ago that I was wheeled into the theatre at 10am as just Mrs and Mr B Badger.com only to be wheeled out 30 minutes later with mini B Badger.com in tow. I still feel mild anxiety in the evenings but I laugh now at the emotional rollercoaster I was riding in the first few weeks after bring K Doggy home…not sure Mr B Badger.com experiences the same level of humour in looking back though…he thought I was going a bit bonkers there for a while. thanks to acupuncture and some good herbs I was quickly returned to my normal, only slightly bonkers, self.

well the weather is already starting to warm up, my old hormones are returning and they have bought the headaches along for the ride and both Mr B Badger.com and I are trying to lose our baby weight…I am already at my pre conception weight but, seriously, lets just say I started on a high point. so we are making an effort to get rid of some excess and look after ourselves so that when K Doggy starts running around we will be able to keep up…not quite ready for the marathon club yet but I’m workin on it…

baby brain…is it here to stay??

firstly if my boss is reading this post the answer is no Johnny G my baby brain will be well and truly sorted by may 2013…but until then I will continue to have a laugh, or lol if that’s what the cool kids are saying these days, at myself and the incredibly stupid things I seem to be saying and doing of late. for your reading pleasure here are a couple of choice efforts from the once firing on all synapses brain, now a bit hit and miss – more miss I fear – of me, Mrs B Badger.com…

last thursday Mr B Badger.com and I were enjoying a wine – no judgement please I had expressed for K Doggy – and having some after work chit-chat while exercising Mr Rooben. it was a lovely afternoon and while we both knew we should be out taking a walk a wine seemed like a nicer idea. anyhoo for whatever reason I was looking at my calendar in my phone and I say, and I was serious, “oh my god, tomorrows the anniversary of 7/11″

it was out before I could stop it and then I spent the next 15 minutes laughing so hard a bit of wee came out. how bloody bonkers…one of the most significant events of our time and I get it mixed up with a twenty-four hour store. I would defend myself by saying that our dates are not written month followed by day but even that would be ridiculous because it was the 7th of the 9th…not quite sure what was occurring within my grey matter but by the sounds of it, not much.

so yesterday our medicare cards arrived. yes K Doggy is three months old on friday but these things take time apparently. so I get the letter and before opening it I feel the contents and I say to Mr B Badger.com…”I hope there’s three cards in here” to which he just gives me a blank look…so I open the envelope  and inside are two cards to which I say “I can’t believe they only sent us two cards” how completely stupid have I become – that’s me reflecting people, I am not asking for your feedback. I continued to only get a blank look from Mr B Badger.com because I am sure he thinks I have lost the plot and I am inclined to agree.

another example of how my brain may have suffered the effects of producing another human is that I am addicted to Big Brother. sorry to say it because it is such trash tv but I can’t get enough of watching these people interact and they are getting less chummy and more bitchy as the days go on…so far my fave housemate is bradley who just cracks out whatever he wants to say usually at the most inappropriate time but hey the dude has battled with a debilitating stutter most of his 19 years so cut him some slack and let him say what he wants. the one thing I wish they would do, though, is get Sonia Kruger’s hair up and to reassess how they are dressing her…last night she looked like she was wearing nannas old curtains from the 60’s with a rear view mirror around the neck. it was just wrong on so many levels but ben the token gay person – yay for diversity – told her he loved it so what do I know? so next week my cousin and her daughter are coming to stay with us…I hope they like BB because it will be on our screens every night without fail – or I will record it. my aunt recently summed it up like only she can “how can a person with a brain like yours watch a show like that?” my answer? easily.

the law of attraction…

so the law of attraction is this theory that “like attracts like” and that if you focus on positive thoughts you will bring positivity to your life and likewise if you focus on negative…you get the picture. so a couple of things that have occurred either to me or around me in the last week have caused me to ponder this theory and to think if things had been done differently would the outcome have been the same…so saturday morning I pack kenzi into the car and off to the shops we go. the weather has started to warn up and most of the clothes we have for our little bundle of joy are for much cooler weather, add to this the fact that she more than takes after her father and is extremely hot-blooded so summer is going to be a fun time at our place. anyhoo so off we go to get some outfits that are more suited to her constitution than the actual season. all good we are in and out of target in record time and I join the queue at a coffee shop to get a giant-sized – not american giant-sized I still needed one hand to push the pram – coffee and a muffin to take home. so I order and then stand to the side to wait for my name to be called. while I am waiting a woman approaches the counter with a half full – she would say half empty no doubt – giant size coffee and without waiting for anyone to ask her if they could help she thrust it in front of the barista and said “you need to make that again” nothing else, no please, no reason, no manners, just do it! so the barista asks what the problem is and the woman says “I asked for three-quarter strength and it’s too strong” so the barista topped it up with hot milk. this seemed to make the woman lose her rag a bit so she says…” no, I want you to make it again. I asked for 3/4 strength and it was too strong so my husband put several sweeteners in it to make it palatable and it is disgusting so make it again.” now I have always worked on the theory that you catch more bee’s with honey than you do with vinegar – it’s a real saying from back in the day, look it up – and since this woman, who was now quite red in the face, had so far not even asked for the coffee to be remade let alone said please I was waiting for the backlash from the staff. see “back in the day” the customer was always right even if they were wrong. anyhoo so the barista made her a fresh coffee 3/4 strength and as a parting gesture the woman said “I am a manager in hospitality and the way you handled this was disgraceful” so the manager of the coffee place gave it back and told her that if she had approached them with a less aggressive attitude things may have been different. obviously she didn’t agree and stormed off with her husbands coffee…two things here why did she have to do his bidding? and who in their right mind wants 3/4 strength coffee?? seriously the stronger the better and her man probably needs to grow a pair and stop using “sweetener”. surely though if she had of returned to the counter, asked nicely, explained the situation and said please she would have received a more welcome reception. my coffee was the next one up and the barista apologised to me for the delay to which I replied “that’s okay I was enjoying the show”…

so I have been experimenting with online grocery ordering and delivery and its over. this week I selected the 7am – 10am delivery window and was ready to go at 7am. so at 10.20am when I still had not received my groceries I called the customer service number and after listening to 11 minutes of the woolies jingle in one ear and the screaming of a colicky baby in the other they hung up on me….so I waited until K Doggy had burped like a man a few times and then called back. when I finally got answered it was 10.50am and the girl I spoke to said she would call the driver to see where he was…wherever he was he wasnt answering his phone so she said she would keep trying him and call me back. while I was on this call another one beeped in my ear but I don’t know how to do call waiting so I let it slide through to the keeper. so when I checked my messages it was woolies letting me know that the driver was running 30 minutes late. no he is not. if he were running 30 mins late he would have been knocking on my door at 10.30 and as it had now clock 11.15 I was starting to feel the hostility creep in…anyway so the delivery arrives at 11.25am. I have the door propped open and the dog locked away so all he has to do is pop the bags inside the front door. so he puts the crates down and gets me to sign for the delivery and then we stand and stare at each other for a while until he says “I need the crates” to which I reply “well you better take the groceries out of them then” he probably thought I was incredibly rude but really I had a very low care factor at that point. the first time I had my groceries delivered the delivery woman bought them into the kitchen and popped the bags on the bench for me. that was a once off obviously. anyway it’s over, I am done. I was toying with the idea of trying out the competition but I think I will just head back to my local IGA and battle it out with everyone else on their L Plates for trolley driving.

the mailman has just delivered our mail so testing the theory of the laws of attraction I am going to think positive and say that there will be a cheque in todays mail…

over 40 and over it…

so I am beginning to understand why old birds like me should have got on the baby band wagon years ago…isn’t hindsight such a wonderful way to help you see the failures in life. almost every person I speak to about our little family and how we will only be having one child due to my years getting closer to menopause and therefore not bearing the freshest of eggs tells me that “oh being over 40 is no barrier to having more kids these days…” are they on crack? it is a major barrier because whether we want to admit it or not over 40 is old to be child-bearing. sure I would like to have a little brother or sister for Kenzi but she may just have to have “cousins” because the way my body feels right now I fear another baby might render me motionless and surviving on a cocktail of painkillers…I have thumbs that lock into place at the most inconvenient time – and I don’t mean when giving the thumbs up – one shoulder-blade that feels as though it is keeping a bag of marbles hostage and a tooth that, minus a filling, makes drinking and eating anything without a straw utter agony. I swallowed the filling yesterday so off I go on friday to get a replacement – woo hoo more money out the door. is it bad of me to say that I miss the banter with my work colleagues? does that make me less of a mum? no I am not asking for your opinion just in case anyone was considering a bit of cyber bullying. these are questions I ask myself. don’t get me wrong when I look at my little jellybean and she looks back at me with a bright smile and a little squeal it brings me more joy than hanging out with work buddies ever could – sorry guys – I just miss the interaction and social contact. especially since the days spent at home seem to fly by in a jiffy and I don’t know where the time goes. best of both worlds would be a workplace with a nanny on staff so you could return to work with your infant – now THAT would be freaking awesome…

post disclaimer – no I am not depressed, yes I am ok, please read this blog as I have written it – tongue in cheek, thank you.