Prepping for Prep…

Last week Little Boss started school. I naively thought that raising a child and being a stay at home mum would make the sands of time slip a little slower through the hourglass…man was I wrong. These have easily been the fastest five of my 45 years.

So we have the uniform ready to go, the bag packed and everything labelled. All I have left to do is get her ready and pack her lunch…how hard can it be?

We have one of those fancy Bento style lunch boxes that has multiple little areas for food and it looks super cool so I set about filling up those little areas with a wrap, carrot sticks raspberries, cheese, chicken and grapes. I don’t have an ice brick to keep it all cool but I did freeze a yogurt pouch so that should do the trick. I am winning at parenting. Off she goes. No tears, from either of us. Fast forward to pick up and I say “what did you get up to today?” and her first response above anything else is “my yogurt exploded in my lunch bag and it went EVERYWHERE!” I said that was no good and that we would get her an ice brick for next week so it didn’t happen again. The next comment about the day was “the teacher told me that I had to keep some of my fruit so I had something to eat at fruit break” Now the theory behind the Bento Box is small portions that provide variety and it turns out that this is not suitable for Prep. I feel just a teensy bit shit that the top of mind memories from my childs first day at school were about my rookie lunchbox fails. Not only did I fail at lunchboxing but I also didn’t put a braid in her hair OR a ribbon which was very disappointing for her. To be fair I am still waiting for her hair to thicken up and one hit of static has her looking like a dandelion seed so braids are just not going to happen.

This week I feel as though I have redeemed myself – the exploding yogurt and the subsequent smell are still fresh in my nose – we have a new lunch box and an ice brick. Today lunch is a sandwich, grapes, strawberries, popcorn and crackers. There is a plait in her hair and a ribbon that I don’t expect to see this afternoon. I congratulate myself even more by turning up early….which I will never do again. When I got home I was having a look at Facebook and as if by magic a post appeared about school lunch boxes. Some parent in South Australia has been put on notice for sending chocolate cake to school with their child…shut the front gate. As I read through the comments I spotted one that made me laugh out loud…one parent got a note home saying that a Vegemite sandwich was not a green light food as Vegemite contains too much salt. While I don’t expect to see a note in Little Boss’ lunch bag, if I did I am pretty sure I would not be outraged enough to post it on facebook. To be honest I know Vegemite is salty and not the best choice and I would love to be able to load up my kids lunch box with awesome healthy options BUT I have always believed that fed is best and if the only thing she will eat is a plain wrap with no filling or a Vegemite sanga then that’s what will be in her bag. These are things my parents never had to concern themselves with….I got Vegemite on white and it got squashed in my bag and I ate it alongside my pals who had either Vegemite or Peanut Butter or, if they were really fancy, Devon and tomato sauce.

Hopefully today I get to  hear about some friendships made, some books read and games played…the stars have aligned in the lunch and grooming galaxy so here’s hoping the rest of the days go well.


the imperfections make it perfect…

so I have been working on a photo book that will have little boss’ first six months in it…the reason it will only showcase a whole six months of memories is due to the expiry of the voucher I purchased from a cheapo website. I would have preferred to do a little boss the first year photo book but it looks as though I will have to pay full price for that one!

anyhoo so I started putting the book together and it occurred to me that I should probably have a look at what some other people have done to see how it should be done so to speak. see the last time I put a photo book together it was a peel back the plastic sheet and stick in your photo type of book, yes a photo album remember those? so I get onto this companies website and check out the galleries in the category of “families” and the first one was a couple showing off their new baby – perfect. only problem was that all the photo’s in the book were professionally done. and I don’t mean that the couple had a snazzy dslr camera with a fancy pants editing suite, I mean they actually hired someone to capture it all. did it look good – absolutely. is it what I was looking to emulate – not a chance. horses for courses really. if having your memories created by someone else all in one or two sessions is what blows your hair back then all power to you but for Mr B and I we will take the unedited, less than perfect pictures that have the memories attached to each and every one…like how her knees looked like they belonged to demi moore when we first bought her home – they have filled out quite well since then, not sure about demi’s though she hasn’t been seen much since ashton moved on, poor love. so we went through the photos tonight to make sure that we were both happy before pressing the send button and we have some really great moments in there…enough to fit on 40 pages anyway. from her 20 week ultrasound and a very pregnant me to her first mouthful of solid food and her first christmas it’s – mostly – all there and it will create a lovely story when we show it to people so they can understand why we chose certain photos. I took this approach when I put together our wedding photo book and rather than select all the well posed and perfectly positioned photos, we went for the memories…us laughing on the stairs, my sister-in-law doing her usual photo face – eye’s crossed, tongue hanging out – while everyone else is doing their best “photo smile”, my mother in law getting the surprise of her life as the photographer took the shot just as she opened the bathroom door dressed only in a towel, my gorgeous nephew handing Mr B the ring…only seconds after scrambling to pick it up off the floor of the gazebo and the shot of my sister-in-law, Mr B and I all standing at the same height – and I wont even take a guess at how “tall” my sister-in-law is but lets just say we were bending at the knees quite a bit – while my brother is the odd man out towering above us all…he didn’t get the memo and it reminds me of that sesame street song “which of these kids is doing their own thing, come on can you tell which one…” so many memories in one little photo book.

so now we wait to see exactly how it will turn out…one thing I have realised is that I have very few photos of myself and little boss, conscious of getting photos of others with her and not capturing the moments of her and I together…it’s a bit difficult taking “selfies” with a dslr and the picture quality of my iPhone doesn’t even come close so I will have to charge Mr B with the responsibility of taking the snaps. thankfully technology has come a long way since the days of my old slr camera…you no longer have to take 400 pictures in the hope of getting a few good ‘uns, you point and shoot then if it’s heinous hit delete and go again…perfect for those of us with more than one chin.

happy australia day

first ever memories…

I have been watching little boss very closely as she looks at the world around her and tries to figure stuff out and it got me thinking how cool it would be if you could remember this time in your life…when you had no idea what a tree was you just loved to watch it as the branches and leaves swayed in the wind or when you had no idea how to use your face so you concentrated really hard on what other people did with theirs and then practised until you got it right but still really having no idea what the hell you were doing. after all this learning you get to have a big sleep and when you wake up do it all over again. this is the life of little boss. and we get to live vicariously through her. when we go for our early morning walk she stares with such fierce concentration at the big gum tree branches that are moving around high above her…actually the look on her face could be one of concern given the size of those branches and the high wind we get here. but whatever she is looking at she makes me want to look at because the look on her face means it must be worth looking at. I didn’t know that there was some beautiful jasmine growing over our fence from next door until little boss was looking up at it and laughing as it bobbed back and forth and I also wasnt aware of how fascinating the sunlight reflecting off the pool onto the ceiling in her bedroom could be until I lay down next to her to watch it. I wonder what her first memories will be…I think the older we get the more our memories tend to be determined by what we saw in photographs rather than our actual memories. I can remember the gas water heater in my grandparents house and the shower rose that was the size of a dinner plate, the feeling of being hugged by my grandmother when she was quite chubby and wearing a coat that made my face feel itchy, I can clearly remember trying to mimic my cousins smile in a school photo from year 2 and lets just say I failed. I have some really great memories of the stuff my brother and I used to do – or more accurately, stuff I used to make him do…I remember our houses that we lived in and in my mind they are all enormous – they weren’t but that’s just how I remember it. I remember when aunty fran dared me to up-end the salad bowl on uncle johns head and my mum telling me not to do it – even though I really wanted to! – so aunty fran did it, and as we all sat around their dining table uncle john continued his conversation with bits of lettuce, cucumber and tomato mixed with dressing rolling down his sizable belly…he only stopped talking to stuff some salad in his mouth ohhh good times people, good times. wouldn’t it be great if you could remember the first time you used your senses. not like in the womb senses,  out in the big bad world what the hell are you feeding me now mum, memories. that would be a riot. my mother in law says Mr B’s first word was more…he liked his food that much. and they were veges…not sure what happened because I can’t even disguise veges by chopping them into miniscule pieces without him finding them. little boss certainly lets us know when she likes something by hanging out her tongue far enough to rival MrRooben and kicking her legs and slamming her palms on the high chair okay okay we get it you love pumpkin…and carrot and sweet potato. turns out that the only DNA transfer from me so far is a love of the colour orange. if I want her to experience something other than these three foods I have to blend it in with one of them and I have to say apple and pumpkin is a nice blend, here’s hoping that as she grows up she will still have a love of veges and the outdoors….