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Doggie yum yum

I live near a park where, during nesting time, dead birdlings can be found laying on the ground under the trees.

The Dog is, I don't even know whether to call it smart or cheeky. For a month now I've kept telling her off for picking up dead nestlings and attempting to eat them, but would you think that from this experience she's taken away a lesson of not eating them?

No.

Instead, she's learned to swallow them whole in one big gulp before anyone can even start telling her, "Drop! Come here, I said, drop!"

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And kind of on the same topic: if you come to visit us in our home sometime and attempt to sneak a quiet fart in the corner of a sofa somewhere - or anywhere - rest assured that The Dog will promptly point you out to anyone else that may have missed the event. She'll suddenly sit up, cock her head to the side and come to check you out, taking great care in sniffing your "interesting" bits.

And then everyone will have that cheeky, all-knowing grin, and you'll be, like, "Great. Thanks, dog."

What's that feeling? Ah, restedness

Both of my children slept until 7 am today! And that means, both me and The Man got to sleep for over 10 hours last night. (Kazauwee!)

I cannot remember the last time I slep for 10 hours. Probably before I got pregnant with The Girlie, so, a year and a half ago?

The usual wake-up time is 5.30 am. 6, tops.

Time to watch Ellen

Would you like 3 minutes of amusement?

You're welcome :)



So, here's the thing: whenever I sit on the sofa, breastfeeding (which still happens, uhm, five times a day :/), I blatantly pick up an iPad and browse the internet unashamedly.

To me, breastfeeding is a no-go zone for guilt or duties or boredom. (Also known as, adult parent responsibilities.) If I sit down to breastfeed, I will at least attempt to do what makes me happy at that particular moment, and if it's watching Ellen on Youtube then... so be it.

I guess you could say that I am being self-indulgent. You'd be totally right in saying that, too.

But let's go off on a tangent for a moment.

I know a mother who fed twins for a year by expressing breastmilk. Sure, from about 6 months onwards the babies were getting solid food also, in addition to breastmilk, but that's not the point - the point is, for a whole year she gave her twins not an ounce of formula and spent God-knows-many hours attached to a breastpump instead and I was, like... whoa, dude!

The chick's got determination.

In that year of expressing she found an awful lot of what works and what doesn't work - or at least what works for her - and amongst the things that worked the best was the fact that the more relaxed and happy she was whilst expressing, the more milk there was. Apart from food and water and all the other things they say are important for expressing, the thing that was important the most - for her - was happiness.

And you know what activity helped her express the most? Browsing Pinterest whilst the breastpump was on =D

And it's kind of similar to what I am doing, too.

I learned from the painful start with The Kid four years ago that there are things I can do to help myself, and making breastfeeding a haven of self-indulgence is part of it.

It means that there is a spot on the sofa in our living room where I am exempt from stuff I don't like. If I'm breastfeeding, The Kid gets to watch Lilo & Stitch, the dishes get to remain piled on the tabletop, the washing unsorted on the sofachair. If I am breastfeeding, it doesn't matter.

It's helped me not have resentment towards breastfeeding, even whilst it was routinely happening at 12 am and then 3 am and then again at 6 am, because whenever I headed towards "my spot", The Girlie in hand, I knew that breastfeeding was important AND it gave me an opportunity to unashamedly browse Pinterest, or read blogs, or watch Ellen - for as long as The Girlie wanted to feed.

And so how come I complain about lack of time for studying whilst uploading links to Ellen Show? Because I'm breastfeeding, that's why ;).

Edited to add: listening to those questions and answering them in my head, it is also kind of obvious that I haven't yet lived interestingly enough.

Having said that: how would I join the Mile High Club now if any foreseeable plane journeys I will be doing, I'll be doing them with two small children in tow? Hmmmmmmm.

Also, I still haven't figured out what I'd like to be tattooed on me. Have never been arrested. Have never even had a speeding ticket. (I got a parking ticket. Once. But only because I didn't know I wasn't allowed to park where I had, otherwise I would've gone elsewhere.) 

On attitude

Yesterday night I was sitting at the table re-doing some schoolwork. I had read on the forum how other students had approached an assignment and quite clearly I had done mine the opposite to what others had done; and so I was trying to re-do mine.

And it wasn't going.

Puff, puff, pant, pant, growl, growl. Books, magazines, internet, sketchbook; and then back to puff, puff, pant, pant, growl, growl.

At close to 9 pm I was holding back tears. "I can't do it," I thought, and not in a sense of that assignment specifically but in the sense of school in general. There's so much of everything, and so little time.

But then as I was fishing an eraser out of a pencil case I thought to myself, "Come on, of course you can do it. Yes, it's hard, and yes, you're tired, but how many times already have you done something hard whilst you were tired?"

A lightbulb went off in my head, and I smirked.

I knew it was going to be hard back when I first applied to school already. I knew back then already that I was going to have evenings like that, and it didn't put me off because mostly, I just asked myself back then already that... When's it ever gonna get easier?

We don't have grandparents that we can "load" children off to, to do schoolwork or to just rest, as it is already - and we're not going to. Nothing's gonna change.

Yes, The Kid is demanding, but in three years' time The Girlie is going to be what The Kid is now. Nothing's gonna change.

To change our circumstances significantly, we need to get my earning potential up now, so that The Man can tune down, and for that, I need school. And to get school done, I need to do schoolwork now.

And that's that.

And so I packed up my stuff, printed a magazine article to read in bed and headed towards the bedroom. Sometime as I was falling asleep I even figured out how to solve that problem which I will probably attempt writing down today again.

Of course it's hard, Maria, but I never thought it was going to be otherwise anyway. It's hard, but I am going to do it anyway. I know I can. I've already done things I've cried over before, and done them well.

Wow.

This has got to be the most fascinating (aerial) photo I've seen of Christchurch and New Zealand's south island!


http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:STS-116_spacewalk_1.jpg

Just left of that flying astronaut there, in a grey patch amongst green plains - that's where I live.

That's Christchurch.