23 September 2013

no bake Oreo pops

These ones are quick and easy. Watch out for the little hands- oreo pops are quite popular with kids. 


Let dry. Decorate. 


Can be presented like this: 



19 September 2013

to crop or not to crop

As if my middle child still requires more ego booster, he came home with a Special Award from kindy this week. We are very proud that my hubby and I have been playfully referring to him as the 'awardee'. The equally proud awardee doesn't hesitate announcing it to everyone who listens. Needless to say, his special award "for following the star rules at all time" now holds centrestage in our fridge real estate.

I took photos, of course.

This is the best one. 

I want to share what really happened.



What? Is that... on the background?


Ayyy... my sweet Savanna-banna, throwing a random tantrum over there. Not everything is about you, my darling. 

18 September 2013

gastro girl, this


Hi, I’m Rosee and I had a colonoscopy done recently. Gaaah, I wish there was a more ‘glam’ way of admitting that. If you’re not familiar with the term, colonoscopy is a medical procedure that examines the large bowel. The gastroenterologist uses a colonoscope (a long, firm, flexible plastic tube with a video camera at one end) instrument to get a magnified view of the colon lining. (Thank you google for this information.)



Why did I have it done? I have always wanted it done. Not for kinks, trust me. I have a very strong family history of colon cancer and ever since it has shattered my (our) world, I was always curious about the status of my colon. My GP, recognizing that I am a little panicky, first suggested yoga and exercise. I did both (I still do). It hasn’t given me peace of mind though. I went back to my GP and she has decided to write me a referral. Hurrah!



In a perfect world, I would have done it on the very first instance. In my not so perfect world, I had to get the hubby to keep his work calendar free. I needed someone to drive me to and from the hospital. He rescheduled a business trip once I have locked in an appointment. I had to arrange extra day care for my two non-school age kids. And well, I had to talk myself through the process.



Nothing more confronting than facing one of your greatest fears. I'd get so paranoid I commiserated over the unknowns. My hubby cheered me on. He says, early detection is key. Riiiight?



So off I went. But first, I met with a nurse to discuss the infamous colonoscopy preparation. Apparently this is the hard bit. They weren’t kidding.



For four days pre-op, I followed a strictly low fibre diet. White rice, white bread, no fruits, no veggies. The logic is that high fibre food leaves residues in the colon. The goal is to empty my bowel so that the gastroenterologist can examine it.



 I missed having fruits the most. I ate kiwi fruit on the first day, realised it was banned then decided to consume it anyway. Felt like cheating but my gosh, when it was prohibited, the kiwi fruit tasted really really good.



No food was to be consumed after 6pm on the night prior to the procedure. By 6am, the day of the ‘great emptying’, I had to start drinking 3 litres of water mixed with glycoprep solution. Holy frickin’ gag! I gagged. It was, for lack of a better description, just salty water. Yuck.  



I was told that the ‘great emptying’ was going to occur an hour after drinking the solution. Yes it did. Bottoms up! 



By 1pm, hubby dropped me off at the hospital. I met the nurse, the gastroenterologist, and the anaesthetist. Now the anaesthetist- I have a love affair with, due to their offering of general anaesthesia- comes in, inserts a needle and says ‘ this will put you to sleep...’


  
Then.. I woke up. Procedure done.


I was ushered into a recovery room. They provided coffee, sandwiches and cookies. It was my first food for the day and it was possibly, the most satisfying meal I've ever eaten. 





The nurse came back to deliver the result of the procedure: NORMAL. No polyps. Colon in good condition. Thankful, happy, joy, joy! They recommended I  have another check in 5 years. Yucky glycoprep solution- pffft, I will do that again. All that trouble for my peace of mind was totally worth it.



Have you thought about the health of your colon? Information is key. Early detection will save lives. Head on over to  http://www.bowelcanceraustralia.org/.




06 September 2013

full hands

September 1 was Father's Day in Australia. Our party of five went for a drive down the Gold Coast to celebrate the day. Found a spot in a park, we settled there for the day. We basked in the warmth of a beautiful spring day, just enjoying each other's company. The kids ran around, I brought out homebaked cupcakes, we talked a little, we laughed a lot- it truly was, "Sunday's best".

Nelson, my hubby aka father of three, always says our hands are never empty. Understatement of the year, I respond. Have I mentioned the important bit about having three young kids? I think you're  a truly rich man when your children run into your arms each time your hands are empty. Count yourself lucky, Nelson (haha). 

Here are our Father's Day snaps through my iPhone:

03 September 2013

An hour in Savanna-land

'Cause this is her world and we just happen to live in it. 


I have two words: oh boy. If it looks like a tantrum, sounds like a tantrum, it is most definitely a tantrum. Crazy and funny. It is beautiful. 


And then she giggles. The sound of it is like candy wrapper at Easter. Uninhibited and indulgent. It is beautiful. 
 
I want more. 

02 September 2013

let's just pause for a moment

I WISH there was a use-by-date for grieving. A rule that says grieving ceases after a period of time. That five years after my parents have passed away, I would remember them and it wouldn’t hurt as much.
That, when my 10-year old went on his first camping trip, I didn’t wish I could Skype my parents for the occasion.
That, when my 4-year old says the darnedest things, I didn’t think of how much it would have amused my dad.
That when my little girl was born, I didn’t imagine my mum were there to meet her.
Grieving, I find, is an infinite process. I lost my parents and my heart was broken. Yet the world continues to spin on its axis and I continue on with my journey. It’s curious- I go through my life happily content and then someone does the most random of actions and my bubble collapses.

My existence is peppered with episodes of longing.
Wishing. Wanting. Needing.

01 September 2013

monkey love






Dear ‘vanna,

You fell off the kitchen chair today. You cried like it was my fault. Just so you know, you stopped using your high chair after you turned one year old. No more feeding you as you can feed yourself, thank you very much. And most definitely no more high chair, you are no longer a baby, thank you very much.

You are a spitfire. Easily pleased, you clapped your hands and said “well done” to your brother yesterday. On the other hand, when you’re mad - you are crazy mad and refers to one of your brothers or both as “him”. Just “him”. Him making you cry. Him making you upset.
You are a monkey princess. I’m so blessed that you are mine.

Love,
Mum



P.S. your dad would say the same things. He loves you just as much.
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