August 18, 2011

Breaking the rules

Before Ianto was born, and then while I was pregnant with Amelia, I made a set of Internal rules.

I was going to have a completely natural, epidural-free birth, preferably in a position that allowed gravity to do a lot of the work.

I was going to do baby-led weaning with my children, no pureed food would touch their lips!

And heaven forbid I start before six months!

I would never EVER be so mean as to take a photo of them crying rather than rushing straight to them and making sure they were okay!

I'd never make fun of them by putting them in silly hats or anything else that fit on their heads!

I'd never get someone to take a photo of me making fun of them!

And no way would I get a baby bath when just a normal tub or sink would do the job just as well.

You know what? While I do feel a slight sense of letting myself down, I am damn proud I've stuck to the things that really matter the most to me.

Not one drop of formula has touched these lips.

She is a complete "booby monster".

I have learned most of her cues - hungry, tired, grumpy... Though I do admit to sometimes not having a clue.

I have a happy little girl...

...who is so clever...

...and growing up so quickly.

She knows she is loved. And not just by her reflection in the mirror.

She will know about her brother from the moment she can understand.

I'm not perfect, not even by my own standards. But I am the very best mother I can be to Amelia and Ianto, and never will I apologise for that. That's all anyone should aspire to.

Disclaimer: no, I'm not saying formula feeders or those who don't know their baby's cues are bad parents - they're just two things that I hold important in my own parenting. The love part, on the other hand, should be universal.

This is a Flog Yo Blog post.

FYBF

August 15, 2011

Nan's fish patties

My Nan taught me this recipe when I was about 21. I used to forget how to make it and would call her asking for it over and over. It's quick and easy and fills us up nicely. The ingredients don't need much measuring, and you can add anything to it for a different taste. I haven't tried it with chicken, but that could easily be used instead of tuna.

Ingredients
1 Egg (2 if you don't think one will suffice)
1-2 large cans tuna
Pinch of flour
Pinch of salt
2-4 large potatoes, mashed

Preparation

  1. Mix all ingredients by hand (or in a food processor on low if you want a smother texture)
  2. Scoop about three tablespoons of mixture out and coat lightly with flour. Press into a patty shape. You can also spread the mixture out a little to make a pancake-like patty.
  3. Fry in frying pan until outside is brown. Serve with extra mashed potato or by itself. Add salt to taste.

August 11, 2011

Grand Orphan

The last of my grandparents died on Saturday. My Pa. He had a stroke about a month ago, and had been deteriorating since. I still can't believe it - how can he be gone? He's... He's Pa! He was meant to live forever! I've scheduled this to post while I'm at his funeral.

He was a hell of a man - always with a story to tell. He lived the first few years of his schooling life in a boy's home, and told us so many stories about that. He'd love to tell the story of how when he left, he got home and no-one knew who he was - and he had a sister he didn't know about!

He used to take me fishing. He'd tell all and sundry that I'd caught every kind of fish there is to catch in Australia - except a gummy shark. Completely not true, of course, but he loved to boast about his "Chickenbum" being a great fisher.

He also taught me how to read, or helped at least. I'd sit in his lap as he ate his WeetBix and read the Herald Sun to him, even the big words I didn't know! When he would take me places, he'd get me to read all the road signs as we came to them - I feel this helped me learn to read quickly, because usually we'd be traveling so quickly...

Even though he drove my Nan crazy, I think deep down they really loved each other. He fell apart after she died last year, and died clutching a photo of her.

I love you Pa, and I'm sorry I can't say more. The youngest of your eighteen great-grandchildren is calling for me. Thanks for being the best Pa you could be. One day we'll fish again*. Say hello to Ianto and Nan for me. Here's a song for you.

*...once I find my rod. He's the only one who knew where it was!