Monday, September 12, 2011

Sporting Success!

It has been a busy sporting week for us, despite cold, flu and lurgy.  Last Monday (nothing like news hot off the press!) No1 Boy took part in the Newcastle Zone Football (soccer) Gala Day with a number of other schools from the local area.  They played short matches between 9am and 2.30pm and won the final!  I managed to watch some of it even though I had 3 at home feeling rubbish.  I dragged them out to get some fresh air and sunshine, support their Big Brother and we caught the final and presentations.


Bit of fancy footwork



He was absolutely delighted to be the first member of the family to have won a winners medal in Football since we got here.

No2 Boy had already won the Minor League with his team and had the Major League Finals on Saturday morning.  Last year they were pipped to the Minor League in the last match and lost the Major League Final in the last 30secs of the match to the same team, so there was huge pressure for all of us!  It was a great match and thankfully they won 5-2.


I loved how this Kookaburra was not in the least bit phased by the football flying towards him!


Celebrating their win.


Receiving his medal and trophy.


Happy Boy!

In the hope that they would indeed win, I had baked cupcakes in their team colours with their shirt numbers for our Celebration/Commiseration BBQ.  Since they are the Jaffas, they obviously had to be choc-orange cakes and I used a fab Women's Weekly recipe which also included almond meal - yummm!


They tasted a whole heap better than they looked!

Next weekend we are looking forward to tennis finals for Nos 2and 3 so I'll keep you posted!


Friday, September 2, 2011

What's in a name?

I have been thinking about names this week, for one reason and another, that I may or may not share with you at some point!  I started off this blog wanting to keep a small amount of anonymity and decided not to share the names of my kids.  I've been interested to see how others refer to their family members.  Some are happy to share names while others use ages, some have plenty of photos, others have none.  Being in Australia, I'm also intrigued by how names are shortened/lengthened/adapted.

Based on my musings this week, I thought that I might just share their names afterall.


No1 Boy (or Biggest Boy) is called Archie.  He was named after my maternal grandfather, who I loved dearly as a child, even though we didn't see him very often.  He was in a long line of Archies, although he was properly an Archibald, and didn't have any sons of his own to pass the name on to.  My Archie went through a phase when he was about 3 of wanting to be Archibald as he thought his name was too short in magnets on the fridge!  We also liked the fact that according to one baby name book, Archie was first used in East Anglia and then became a popular name in Scotland - our Archie was born in East Anglia and then moved to Scotland - how perfect?  At the moment he has decided that it really isn't a very cool name and wishes we had called him something different.  His middle name is John which covers his Dad and both of our Dad's - imaginative!


No2 Boy is Jonathan.  Named because it was my favourite boys name but also my brother's name.  His middle name is Thomas for Husband's maternal grandfather.  I think it's a good solid name, however I think I am probably the only person who actually uses his full name!  When he started Play Group in Scotland at age 2years and 10 months, he met his best friend, Nathan.  They thought it was fantastic to have such similar names although right from the start Nathan always referred to Jonathan as 'Jon'.  Despite being born in Scotland both of Nathan's parents are from London so imagine it said with a London accent!  Since being in Australia he has been anything from 'Jon', to 'Jonny' to 'Jonno'.  I particularly like how the guys at tennis actually correct me when I say his name - "Oh, you mean JONNO!" !!!


No3 Boy is Joseph after my paternal grandfather, another lovely man who called me his wee princess - if only he'd seen the tomboy I was...!  His middle name is David as a tribute to John's wee brother that he never knew as he died after only a few days.  Regularly referred to as 'Jofus' by most kids, he decided he would be called 'Joe' once his wee sister could speak and decreed it to be so.  This lasted until he went to school and learnt to spell and write his name.  He now has phases and we always have to check.  I tend to play safe and stick with Joseph.  To be honest he gets 'Monkey Boy' more than anything else...


Miss M is in fact Meg, short for Margaret.  She was named after my mother, her mother, her mother etc, etc.  For some reason my mother decided to break with tradition and named me for her sister.  She was always going to be Meg rather than Margaret as it is a bit of a mouthful and fairly old-fashioned.  Again though, where we lived in Scotland was closely associated with St Margaret so nicely fitting.  Her middle name Hannah is a reference to John's maternal Viking roots!  Along with Meg, she gets Peg and Peggy and occasionally Margaret (mostly from Grandpa!).  She loved that despite being the youngest and smallest in her Kinder class, her teacher, the wonderful Mrs B, called her 'Megatron'!


Smallest Boy has a very grand, Scottish name - Robert Alexander.  As a friend's mother pointed out, named after 2 great Scottish kings.  As you can imagine, using family names meant that we had pretty much run out by this point!  My aunt has done a great deal of research on my Mum's side of the family and did come across a few Robert's, some fairly scandalous stories to go with them too.  However, this is really a wee family joke based on my Dad's family tracing themselves back to Robert the Bruce, who again with the local connection, is buried in Dunfermline Abbey.  The Alexander is a lame attempt to have my name in the mix somewhere.  It took us quite a while to name him, and the aforementioned Nathan had suggested "Bob" (a la Blackadder) within a couple of hours which we had dismissed, however it didn't take long at all until he was indeed 'Bob-the-Baby'!  As those of you who know the child will be aware, this is no longer acceptable and you are likely to be told "My not Bob, my 'Obert" in no uncertain terms.  I'm sure at some point he will get Bob again or more likely 'Robbo' if we stay Down Under!

You might be thinking that John didn't seem to have much input in their names, but due to all his suggestions being based on Star Wars I eventually banned him.

I love the fact that all their names reference someone special, someone to be inspired by and to look up to.  It will be interesting to see what they name their kids in time.  Joseph says his will be called "Pass", "Shoot", and "Score".

Have a great weekend!

Tuesday, August 30, 2011

Slinky Scarf

Thought I would show you my latest Slinky Scarf - maybe that should be Signature Scarf as I have made so many now!


It's the same smooth and silky wool/bamboo mix that I have used before but now they have brought in some gorgeous, variegated colourways.  This one is definitely my favourite but will be handed over to one of Miss M's teachers at school tomorrow.  She had asked if I could make her a scarf and Miss M and I were both sure that this would be the one for her - hope we're right...!


I have made another one this afternoon in a more muted colourway that is very calming.  It could well be winging it's way to the northern hemisphere shortly.

As you can see, they are nothing complicated, a foundation chain of approx 140 with a size 10 hook, then 4 rows of UK trebles in a size 7 hook.  Finished off with some tassels and hey presto!


Tuesday, August 23, 2011

Picnik fun

I've been mucking around on Picnik for a while as Husband has commandeered the TV remote - most unusual, I normally get the lounge to myself as he works until I insist on going to bed most evenings. Oh for a house with a study!

I have updated my header and I also made up this (I think) rather funny collage of my No3 Boy's haircut last week.  He always asks for a no2 and normally I get time to jump in and say "but a wee bit longer on the top", but not this time!  She had buzzed that front right off!  He was delighted!


Doesn't he look chuffed with himself in that middle picture?

If you haven't checked it out yet, you really should.  You can edit your brightness, contrast etc, erase wrinkles, change eye colour, even make yourself slimmer, add fancy frames and all sorts.  Hours of endless fun!

Wednesday, August 17, 2011

Social Media...

So I've been challenged (albeit indirectly) about my use of social media and was wondering how and/or why other people use it?

I'm hoping none of you lovely readers are using it to organise riots, but is it a way of self-promotion for a business venture?  A way to keep up to date with friends?  A way of discussing and debating the latest political hot potato?

In case you hadn't noticed, I like to keep these things lite!  My Facebook page and this blog both came about because of our Big Move Down Under as a means of keeping in touch with family and friends.  I used to talk to my Mum on pretty much a daily basis so for us a quick "here's what I've been up to" helps her to feel in the loop even if we haven't managed to chat/skype for ages.  Initially, Facebook helped to keep any homesickness away as I still felt part of what was going on back home until I made new friends and settled in - it doesn't take me long!  This blog has been as much a diary with pictures for my own benefit as anything else.  I honestly didn't expect anyone else to be remotely interested in what I'm up to!  This is a chance for me to record the good and happy times so that in years to come I can look back and smile and no doubt, if we're back in Scotland, moan about the weather!

I'm not a confrontational person, but I am an educated person who enjoys debate and reading all sorts of   political, theological and sociological blogs and articles.  However I am not going to debate these here with people that I have not met, or on Facebook where debates more often than not, turn into uninformed mud-slinging matches.  I like to "Play nice" as Woody instructed Sid in Toy Story.   For me "Real Life" happens when I'm out and about with my family or friends and if I feel the need to "tweet" about these things does that make me less intelligent?  Less of a worthwhile person?  Does it make me somehow shallow?  In 24 hours I do a whole lot more than have a coffee with someone, I just don't feel the need to share everything.  If I have shared it, it's because I think someone will appreciate it.

I would love to hear what you think!

Monday, August 15, 2011

Getting ma Granny On!

Thought I'd share some WIPs with you today.

You'll remember the long story of the blanket for Miss M that ended up on the other side of the world as a gift for a new baby, well, my mission was to make her another one so... I started with these lovely, bright Granny Squares that I am going to join up when there are enough to cover a single bed.




But then I came across this gorgeous wool...



It is such a pleasure to hook and works up very quickly thanks to being nice and chunky and using a size 7mm hook.  One more ball, maybe 2?



My other Granny Square blanket is coming on rather more slowly due to 4-ply wool and a 3.5mm hook.



And last but not least, I saw these colours on offer and thought they would make a lovely circle-in-a-square blanket.




I've also been asked to make some more stretchy hair bands and I'm thinking of gold and silver this time.  Also soon be time to start with the old Christmas decorations...!

Hope the sun is shining wherever you are!  x

Friday, August 5, 2011

"Satisfactory"

I have survived 5 full days in a local high school after 11 years out of the class room and 13 years since I taught full time!

I can not begin to tell you how frazzled my poor brain is!  In the UK I taught Religious Studies and a bit of Personal and Social Education (Sex Education, Contraception, Drugs 'n' stuff).  However, in Australia, as I have no doubt bored you before, RE is not taught as an academic subject until yr 11 as an elective.  Very few schools seem to offer it at all so getting any kind of employment may prove tricky.  I'm thinking that my best bet may be to approach the Catholic schools to see if they could use me.  I was given a fantastic supervisor who gave me all his Yr 11 Studies of Religion classes to teach and I thoroughly enjoyed being back in a class room.  The school I was in seems to have an unfortunately high proportion of children who are totally disinterested in any form of education and that most people, including most of the teachers, have written off.  Some of those kids were in the class but on the whole we managed to get down and dirty with the topics of Core Ethical Teachings in the New Testament and Religion Pre-1945 in Australia, which concerns a lot of Sectarianism but also Social Welfare and looking at organisations such as the Royal Flying Doctors Service.  Since there is so little SoR to be had, my supervisor made sure that I would also be able to teach History so had me swotting up about Whitlam and his dismissal - how fascinating!  I do love History and loved the excuse to get my head stuck into some books.  I was even up reading at 6am this morning- those of you who know me will appreciate the significance of this!  Not to show off(!), but the word "Excellent" was used a few times in my reports, particularly the class today that I taught off the top of my head as there had been a mistake in the timetable. Yippee!  Can I just say that 70 mins is a veeeeery long time to teach off the top of your head - I think I managed 55 mins then we had a debate about SRE and Ethics classes - ever topical, me!

Thanks to Husband being fairly flexible, the logistics of dropping off, picking up, Open Days, Zone Athletics and after school activities all went off without too much of a hitch.  Huge thanks to the lovely Cath for rescuing me on Wednesday morning when things looked like they might be thinking about going a bit pear-shaped...!

My only gripe about the week has been the weather.  How typical that after all the rubbish weather we've had, the week I'm stuck inside a building all week is the week the sun shines.  So as soon as I got home this afternoon I changed shoes (oh man are my poor feet in shreds after a week of grown-up shoes!!), grabbed a child or 3 and headed to the beach.  The air was fabulous, the sea beautiful and the coffee hit the spot.  We were a little too late to get the sun  and have come to the conclusion that since we are NOT a morning family, we really ought to be living on the West Coast of somewhere as sun rises are wasted on us.  It was a "Breathe out" moment though for sure.



All I have to do now is get through an interview with the Principal of another local school to confirm my suitability to educate the young minds of NSW kids and we'll be cooking with gas!  Wish me luck for Monday!

Hope your weekend is restful/exciting/fulfilling/relaxing!
Sx