The continuing pandanus saga

You may remember a bit over a week ago we started pulling out the pandanus plants in the backyard?  You know... the day I got bogged and then fell in the skip (thank you for that extra laugh, I know you needed it!).  Well this morning the Big Fella decided it was time to try to pull the rest of the roots and such out (now that we have our gardening tools back - yay!).


Here's what it looked like when we started cutting it down:

And after we'd cut it all down and left it to dry out a bit:

So we started with burning off the dry bits of the one on the far right (so that we could see the root system).  Then hosed it to stop the fire.  The Big Fella then started hacking into the root system and trying to remove it.  He had his crowbar and saw and shovels out, but the plant is actually quite soft and he was having a really hard time of it.

Then came the brilliant idea of looping some chain in and around the plant, and hooking it up to the Rodeo via a snatch strap!  That would make it heaps easier!

After the first attempt the chain pretty much cut through the roots it was tied around.  Attempt two pulled the root ball out (with a few tugs and some tyre tracks in the grass) and we were very pleased with ourselves.

We pulled out the rest of the roots then moved on to the biggest - the one in the centre.

After the successful use of the ute and snatch strap, the Big Fella decided to go straight to that idea and hooked it all up.  A couple of pulls and I thought it looked like it was just going to go through the top of the plant, not grab it properly so it could pull it all out.

Just after that thought occurred, the chain snapped!

Thankfully it just went under the car and didn't seem to do any damage.

We unhooked the chain from the plant and saw that it had pulled through some of the roots so decided to try again.

You guessed it!  The chain snapped again!

Not willing to give up, the Big Fella decided to have another go but this time when the chain snapped it swung up and hit the back of the tray and took out the number plate and the little lights that illuminate it at night.

We decided not to continue with the ute at that stage.

Here's the dint in the tray after the Big Fella had pushed the number plate back in place (can you see that little bit of yellow paint under the stick?  That's from the shackle at the other end of the snatch strap!):

We decided to do another burn and get rid of the dry material so that we could see the roots properly.  After the burn and hosing we did a bit of hacking and the Big Fella used his crow bar to pull out a little sleeper log that we discovered (I'm guessing that didn't help our cause earlier).

Perhaps stupidly we decided to have another go with the snatch strap.  The Big Fella found a bigger chain and hooked it through the root ball a bit better. After several attempts it finally sounded like it was moving and then... success!  It was out!  Yay!!!!!

We were both knackered by this time so we did a little clean up and decided to leave the rest for tomorrow... or another day ;-)

After a little rest (and a chat on Skype to my mum) we decided we needed to do some baking.  A week or so ago the Big Fella heard about red velvet cake and wanted to have a go.  So I got the ingredients then he didn't want to make it.  So today we got around to it.  It didn't have enough red so we added some more :-D

Here's the Little Big Fella enjoying the fruits of our labour:

And the Big Fella tried some too (which is weird because he doesn't normally like cake much).  Notice the spot on the side of his mouth?  He didn't and I left it there for about an hour before I mentioned it (tee hee hee).

And here's the end result with some orange cream cheese icing.  The recipe had us cook it in two round tins and then we were supposed to stack them on top of each other with a layer of icing in between.  We decided to make it as two separate cakes so the Big Fella could take one to work and we could have one at home.  I think it looks better than the photo shows.  I was surprised that it didn't taste more chocolate-y given that it's basically a chocolate cake with red colouring.  It was yummy though :-D

   

Well, the baking didn't end there.  The Big Fella asked me to make some scones using the leftover buttermilk.  I did a bad job of them though!  Not enough liquid so I over mixed them and they came out pretty tough.  Oh well! I guess I'll have to try again tomorrow :-D


And then we'd decided to make pies for dinner using some leftover beef roast that the Big Fella put through the mincer, mixed with some veges and leftover gravy. So I made the pastry and rolled it out and didn't think it was that great.  They turned out yummy enough though - especially because the Big Fella made the filling quite delicious :-D


And then (because the day wasn't full enough already), the Big Fella went to work and the Little Big Fella and I went to our first local footy match.  We rugged right up because it's starting to get a bit chilly around here at night (down to about 5 degrees C).  He loved it!  To start with he wasn't interested in anyone or anything else - he just wanted to sit down and watch the match.  He was fully engrossed in it!


At half time he kind of realised that his friends were there and they had lollies so we went and bought one for him.  We ended up finding our next door neighbours and the people who puppy-sat for us and spent the 2nd half of the game with them.


Besides being cold and needing our beanies, it was a good game!  Our local guys played against the guys from the next town so there was some obvious rivalry in it.  And our boys played well!  There was one young fella who really booked it a few times and raced down the field!  It was very exciting :-)


About 7 minutes before the end of the game the Little Big Fella started to get seriously tired so I bundled him onto my lap and hugged him and rocked him.  When the game was over I had to carry him to the car - he was so tired!  He was asleep by the time we got through the 3 minute drive home!


But then the puppies got all excited about us being home and woke him up a bit.  They ended up coming inside and jumping all over the place and finished up on his bed with him.  They definitely won't like it when they have to go out when I go to bed, but I guess them's the breaks when you're a dog!


So there goes another big, productive, fun day!


I'm finding it amazing that we're busier and much more social in this little town than we were before in a larger town.  I think it has a fair bit to do with living with the Big Fella again, but I think it's also the flavour of this place too.  On the one hand there's not much to do, but people have created a great community atmosphere and everyone joins in with what others are doing.  I love it!  It feels like the way community ought to be to me.  Everyone living life together and helping one another through whatever happens.

A day at home

Yay!  I feel like it's been forever but I finally had a day at home with no particular stress to do anything!  Of course, being a list person I had my own list, but there was no stress to do it all, or even any of it if the day turned out that way :-)


The Big Fella started work at 9 or 10 this morning (I actually can't remember which!) so my day started with breakfast for the three of us and ironing shirts.


I got the washing that's been sitting in baskets in the dining room folded and put away, a new load on the line and yesterday's load off and away.


I changed the Little Big Fella's sheets (he's trialing those flanny ones tonight mum).


I did the dishes and cleaned up the kitchen, which hasn't been tidy since we got home.


I got to epilate (kind of a combo between waxing and electric shaving) and wash my hair.


All the bins got emptied and the wheelie bin got washed out.


I've vacuumed the house.


I pulled a lot of weeds out of the lawn.


I did the first part of a craft project with the Little Big Fella (hopefully we'll finish it tomorrow).


And the little girl from next door came over to have a play... and stayed all afternoon :-)  It was great!  She and the Little Big Fella played really well together (although the dogs had had enough by the end of the day and Frankie growled any time the Little Big Fella came close enough to pat him), her mum had a chance to prep the house for visitors, and I spent time outside and just hanging around relaxing.


I really like my neighbours.  They're lovely and easy to get along with and they contribute to the community.  And a couple of times a week we'll have a chat over the fence that might turn into half an hour... or an hour and a half :-D  Really, we should just grab a cuppa and sit on a comfy couch though!


For the second night in a row the Little Big Fella has happily eaten his vegetables.  Our new secret is gravy!  He never used to like it but has suddenly decided he does.  And he even ate carrots, which used to make him gag every time.  Yay for the changing tastes of toddlers!


I got to sit down with my hubby tonight and have a scotch and watch some footy.  I love spending time with him - he's great company and can be immensely entertaining, even when doing something fairly mundane.


And I got to speak with my best friend on the phone tonight.  Although she wasn't having a great day, it was good to catch up a little.


So there you go!  A day in the life of this housewife (who is currently feeling happy with her achievements for the day and the relationships in her life).

What a week!

Sorry I've been so absent - it's been a tad busy around here!


We decided that we needed to go back to our old town to collect the rest of our belongings (they'd been stored with my grandparents but they'd mentioned they wanted the space back).  The Big Fella had days off and, amazingly, wasn't called in to work them, so he got to come too!  I was so grateful for that because we ended up towing a big, heavy car trailer and I've never towed before so I was a little nervous about the possibility.


But before we left, we had a playdate last Monday, a luncheon/cent sale on Tuesday, I can't remember what happened Wednesday, Thursday or Friday but I know we were busy (shopping was probably included somewhere there), Saturday we had the puppies micro-chipped and registered with council, and Sunday we were busy preparing to travel and having a mini playdate with friends who ended up feeding and playing with our puppies while we were away.  Oh!  And we visited (for a few hours) the people whose trailer we were borrowing.  (Who said country living is quiet and dull???)


I feel like I've been running around, almost headless chicken-ish, for a week!


Anyway, we ended up leaving at 3am on Monday to drive to the "old" town.  We'd expected a whole lot of roadworks and that the trip would take at least 9 hours.  We got there at 9:30am!  Yay!  It was such an easy trip (says she who slept for a couple of hours of it)!


Unfortunately we just missed my Nanna by about 15 minutes (she had to travel to get a medical procedure done) but we got to spend several hours with my Poppy, and the Big Fella got the car and trailer packed before lunch!  It was great!


The Big Fella stayed with Poppy for the afternoon and had a little chill-out time (they're really good friends).  The Little Big Fella and I went shopping at Aldi and Bunnings.  Happy sigh!  I love Aldi and I love Bunnings and I seriously miss them both!  Because the car was already packed, and the trailer was still at Poppy's I had to be so restrained with my shopping!  I mostly wanted to buy plants and things for our gardens because our yard is so dull and empty.  But I guess I'll have to do a purpose trip or two to a Bunnings closer to home over the next few months.  Bummer :-D


After shopping we went to my sister's place.  I can't believe how big and adorable my nephews have gotten in 5 or 6 weeks!!!  Especially the youngest - he has gotten even more good-looking!  I didn't know that was even possible!


I felt like I didn't get to spend any real time with them though because I had to run out and check in at our accommodation, collect the Big Fella and Poppy, and then go get the pizzas for us all to share for dinner.  An hour or so later I was back at my sister's eating with everyone.


Dinner was rather entertaining.


My oldest nephew decided that fake laughing was the best thing for the night and kept it up for about 15 minutes or so.  The fake laughing turned into real laughing several times, and the other two boys joined in throughout.


Have you ever watched kids laughing?  Fake or real you can't help but smile.


And my youngest nephew, who just recently turned 1, was watching the other two fake laughing and obviously decided it looked like fun so he joined in with his big cheesey grinny laugh.  It was pure, lovely, entertaining fun.


Until we all got sick of it and my brother-in-law told my oldest nephew to stop :-)


We left fairly early because we had to take Poppy home and the Little Big Fella was exhausted by this stage (he did wake up about 2:30am after all) and was getting a bit out of control.  Unsurprisingly, he was asleep before we got to our accommodation.


The next morning we had breakfast with Poppy and a little bit of hang-out time then headed back home.  The drive home was long (the roadworks were back on at several places) but good.  The Little Big Fella was a terrible traveller when he was young but he has been so good!  We were so proud of him and so impressed with the changes in him and how much he's grown up already.


When we got home the people who fed and played with the puppies came by (we didn't know when we'd be home so we'd arranged for them to do last night as well, just in case).  We had a good little chat and the kids had a bit of a play.  We're definitely going to need to set up a playdate soon!


And today has been full-on with shopping, cooking, playgroup, washing, putting stuff away and State of Origin (that big footy game - there's 3 of them and this is game 2).


AND...


Today is my Dad's birthday so I got to talk to him on the phone for a little while too.  I'll tell you a bit more about him in another post in the near future because he deserves more than a passing mention :-)


So, unsurprisingly I guess, I'm a little tired.  I'm hoping to be awake enough to talk to my best friend tonight... it might be a shorter than normal conversation :-s


Thanks for keeping with me despite my week-long blogging absence!

I wonder if I'd go to jail...

It's cold tonight.  Probably going to get down to 4 or 5 degrees overnight.


We put the puppies out to bed at about 9:30 and made sure they had plenty of blankets and sleeping space (it appears Frankie has kicked Choccie out of the doghouse so I made sure she had a nice warm blanket to tuck into).


They barked and barked and barked.


I went out and put them back to bed (after a few stern words).


The Big Fella fell asleep and I was just nodding off when I hear a whole bunch of yelping!  I raced out of bed, dragging my slippers and a jumper on, and raced outside to see what was happening.


The two pups joyfully ran around to greet me while the dogs over the back fence bark at me because they think I've been hurting the pups.


Insert internal expletives.


I take the puppies back to bed and say goodnight.


Just about to fall asleep again when the yelping begins again.


Sigh.


I'm sure there's a conspiracy to stop me getting proper sleep!


I've started to wonder if the yelping is Frankie deciding that the dog house, with its blanket, AND the other blanket are his, therefore attacking Choccie so she has nowhere to sleep and is wandering around barking to keep herself warm or something.


I go into the shed and collect a large cardboard box, followed by two joyful little (not sleeping) puppies.  I take the box around to the sleeping space and put the blanket in (the box is sideways like a kennel).


Frankie decides they are both his.


I hold Choccie back and tell Frankie to go to bed.  He chooses the doghouse.  I put Choccie in the box and Frankie tries to have a little go at her.  I growl at Frankie and put him back in the doghouse then pat both dogs in their respective sleeping places.


I go back upstairs and realise that I am now completely awake so I do my online banking and write this post.


If the dogs bark again, I'd consider serious injury.  Can't you tell by the way I'm writing this post that I am not in my normal state of mind???  I wonder if I'd get off on a temporary insanity plea???


Note:  For those of you who might be worried, I wouldn't really hurt the dogs.  I am venting my frustration with an attempt at mild humour.

Slippery, squelchy, mucky mud!

We decided to tackle the huge mess of pandanus along the back fence today.  Here's a reminder of what it looked like when we moved in:

That's it on the right of the photo.  Huge, messy and probably a snake haven.


So the Big Fella borrowed a machete and a cane knife and we attacked!

The last photo is how it is right now.  We've sprayed some poison and will let them dry out for a few days/weeks then burn what we can and dig the rest out.


The Big Fella did most of the chopping, although the Little Big Fella and I helped a bit at the start.  But then our job was to drive it all to the tip (rubbish dump for the non-Australians).


No probs!


First trip to the tip went smoothly.  Got everything out and into the big skip/dumpster and all is well.


On the way back I decided to go and check/collect some more rocks for the garden.  I pulled off the side of the road and then remembered... it rained last night!  Not just a little, but a lot!  The side of the road was a slippery, squelchy, muddy mess and I'd just driven into it!!!


Yep!  I was bogged!


First I attempted to drive out.  No good!


I got out of the car and walked around, trying to see if I could somehow drive myself out.  (Of course, I'd left my phone at home and the Big Fella wouldn't have heard his ring anyway because it was inside.)  I grabbed a couple of hand-sized rocks and jammed them under the tyres to attempt to provide traction.


Second attempt to drive out.  No good!


There were some fallen/chopped branches on the side of the road with lots of little leaves and twig-ends so I thought I'd put them under the tyres and see if that gave more traction.


Third attempt to drive out.  No good!


I was in the process of collecting more branches when a lovely couple drove by and stopped to see if I was okay.  I explained my predicament and they attempted to help me out.


While they were trying to help, another lovely couple was walking by.  He suggested that the first couple drive him to his place where he would grab his 4WD and snatch strap and come back and pull me out.


So off they went.


By this time I was feeling seriously embarrassed.  I mean, what kind of idiot pulls onto the side of the road when it's been as wet as it's been???


About 10 minutes later the 4WD arrives with the whole family and I realise that they served us at the Lion's Club dinner last night.  (Turns out the Big Fella actually works with the guy too.)  The snatch strap was unpacked (for the first time ever) and then we had to figure out how to attach it given that the tow ball was stolen from our car a while ago.  We ended up using the tow ball from the 4WD because they had somewhere else they could attach the strap.


A few minutes later we're out of the mud!  Yay!!!!  Besides overwhelming embarrassment, I'm SO glad it worked!


As we were packing up the strap a whole bunch of cars came by so no doubt the whole town knows what an idiot I am :-D


We got home safely and loaded up the next load of pandanus.  At the tip I'm unloading the branches into the skip.  I grabbed one of the long leafy straps to try to pull one part out but it wouldn't budge.  I put a bit more effort in and it broke!


Yep!  I ended up in the skip!


Seriously, I'm glad it was already half full of pandanus because otherwise I might not have been able to get out!  It's a BIG skip (the picture doesn't do it much justice - it's about 2 metres deep)!

Finished unloading then stopped by the bogging site to take a pic - just for you guys!

Don't you love how soft and squelchy it is???


The Big Fella got his chainsaw out and cut some branches off the Lilly Pilly tree in the corner of the yard and we did our last trip to the tip for the day... thankfully incident free :-D

Rain, friends and sleep

Today...


Today has been a funny day in some ways.


I went to bed way too late last night and went back to bed after breakfast this morning because I was falling asleep sitting up.


While the boys were watching a movie together I started going through my several boxes of memorabilia.  I have cards and letters, yearbooks, teddy bears and various gifts and bits and pieces and when we moved I didn't have a chance to go through them and see if anything needed to be tossed.


As I was reading through various cards and notes I realised that people have said some really lovely things about me in the past.  And while the life I live now is not the same in so many ways, I am still that person and their lovely comments are still valid and validating for me.


I realised that I haven't written heartfelt appreciation notes to people in a long time and I'd like to do that some more.  It feels good to be appreciated and there are so many people that I do appreciate!


I also re-felt the need to start giving my time and energy to others and the community again.  It's been a long time but I'm ready to give without feeling guilty if I don't, and I want to be an active participant in life here.


This afternoon the Little Big Fella and I were invited for a playdate with some friends from the park/playgroup.  It was really lovely to have a sit around and watch the kids play happily together.  The Little Big Fella mostly played on his own but I guess he'll make his way when he's ready.


As we were sitting out on the verandah (it's a great verandah too!), one of the bigger kids came running from the park saying that someone had cut their neck open.  Parents went running - one to the park, one with a phone, and one to the kid's parents to let them know what was happening.  The kids started scattering too so the rest of the adults shepherded them off the road and made sure they were all safe and not freaking out.


As far as I understand, the boy had a decent cut on the back of his head.  It bled a lot but he seemed to be basically okay, but possibly with concussion.  He was taken to hospital to get checked out.


It took a while for everyone to calm down after that - understandably.


While we were there it rained.  It rained pretty hard.  I was very glad I'd brought my big golf umbrella because when it was time to go the Little Big Fella and I huddled under it and walked together.  He had his gumboots on so wanted to "jump in muddy puddles" (thanks Peppa Pig!) so by the time we got home (about 400 metres maybe) we were both drenched!  :-D


I fed the Little Big Fella then sat down with a glass of red and some cheese and bikkies.  It's a great way to go after a walk in the rain :-D


This evening we all went to the Lion's Club changeover dinner.  We were on a table with some great people and it was a lovely evening.  There were some formalities of the night and I have to say they dragged out for an awfully long time!


The dinner started when the Little Big Fella would normally be going to bed so before we'd even finished our meal he was very ready to sleep.  At the last minute I'd put a thick blanket in my bag (love my big red bag!) so I folded it over, put it under a table on the side of the room and he lay down on it.  Within a few minutes he was asleep!


During the formalities they read out the purpose of the Lion's Club.  It is an impressive list covering individual, community and international goals.  And the contributions made by the three clubs that were meeting tonight over the past 12 months were really impressive!  It's a great organisation!


The Little Big Fella woke about three quarters through the evening and just wanted to lay down and go back to sleep but couldn't.  I tried to settle him but it wasn't working so I ended up leaving and bringing him home.  He fell asleep in the car on the way home - about a 2 minute drive by the time I started the car, drove home, opened the gate and shed and pulled in.  I guess he was tired :-)


Speaking of tired, I am!  So goodnight!  Thanks for reading and I will "see" you soon :-)

Letting go

Last night we happened to switch channels and caught the second half of "Politically Incorrect Parenting".  Oh my goodness it made me laugh!


Nigel Latta was talking about the five myths of parenting and the thing I mostly got out of it (other than laughter) was that much of the parenting advice we read or hear doesn't really help - it just makes us feel inadequate.  Most of us are now so afraid of letting our kids experience the full gamut of emotions and experiences in the world (including risk!) because we think it will break them, either physically or emotionally.  But in actual fact, we smother them, making them useless in the real world.


They did a little case study on a school that has brought back monkey bars and all those "rough" games that were banned.  The kids are encouraged to climb trees and play tackle games.  They've even extended recess times to allow the kids to really get rid of their energy, saying that it actually makes class time more productive.


The Principal of the school said a bunch of things that really made sense to me.  One of them was that they were aiming to give children a childhood.  Let them learn and explore and compete.


I've spoken to lots of parents who are frustrated by the restrictions we place on our kids but don't feel that it's safe enough to remove those restrictions.  And us mothers in particular are almost slaves to our children - we make their lunches because they're not responsible enough to pack healthy stuff, we walk them to school because they'll get hurt if we don't... we wrap them in cotton wool and then wonder why they're so afraid and unadventurous!  And unable to work out solutions to the big and little problems of life.


This afternoon the Little Big Fella wanted to go across the road to see the horses but the Big Fella and I were having a drink and a conversation.  So we let him go by himself.  He ran gleefully down the driveway, got himself through the gate without letting the puppies out, ran to the road and stopped.


I'd been watching from upstairs (not quite ready to let go completely just yet - he is only 3!) and thought he'd run straight on to the road.


But he stopped.


He looked carefully both ways.


Then he continued running over to the horses and had a great time talking to them and patting the mare's nose.


My mothers' heart melted.  My little boy is learning some of the steps to being independent!


I packed his lunch and some snacks in his lunchbox today because there was a possibility we'd be out around lunchtime.  He helped himself to the food throughout the afternoon and was happy!  So was I because he wasn't hassling me constantly (he eats a lot some days).


When he goes to school in a couple of years, he will be making his own lunch and walking or riding to school by himself.


Sure, he might need some help initially, and I'll walk or ride with him until I think he's capable on his own, but my job as a parent is to help my son develop his independence until he's able to live in the world on his own and leave our home as an adult.  That doesn't start the day before he turns 18!  It has to start now!  Or else he won't be ready and I will have done him the greatest disservice.


I'm not willing to let that happen.  And I will fight, if I have to, to make sure that he is not pandered to, molly coddled and given unrealistic expectations of what life is really like!


I don't want a mamma's boy who can't look after himself, do his laundry, be hygienic, or control his own finances.  Inasmuch as I can, I will help my son become a great friend, worker, and hopefully partner.


Gosh I gotta lotta work ahead of me :-D


And balancing my expectations of both myself and my son is going to be tricky sometimes.  But I think if I keep in mind that neither of us are perfect, and the goal is independence, we might just figure it out well enough.