Showing posts with label Flashback Friday. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Flashback Friday. Show all posts

Friday, August 16, 2013

Turning Four

Cathy from The Camera Chronicles has asked this week "Do you remember your 4th birthday?"

In truth there are probably about 5 seconds of memory of this day and the rest is helped generously by faded, yellowed photographs.

At 4 I was a teeny, tiny, little dot of a thing, almost ready for school


Obviously the bowl haircut was very much in for the year 1976, and that fringe is probably why my eyebrows got scared and half of them disappeared entirely and Never Returned!



But I digress.....

At the time we lived in Sydney at the bottom of a GI-GANT-A-NORMOUS hill, in a culdesac

Next door lived Stephanie, and across the road lived Corinne (who once snuck into our backyard and swung on our swing when we weren't home !) and around the corner lived the twins and so...
On my 4th birthday, after preschool, but before the big sister and big brother got home from school, we had 'tea'
I tried to crop the picture to save Corinne from this less-than-flattering-pose, but hey, reality is what it is, and I very much doubt she reads my blog (or remembers my name), so here is the full photo.


We sat outside and ate sandwiches and smiled - well actually everyone else smiled for the camera while I stuffed my face


I don't remember much of being 4, except that my brother was my best friend, and my sister knew absolutely everything that was important , like reading and writing and how to tie shoe laces so they stayed done up without any help.

xxxx


Do you remember being four?


It's Flashback Friday so visit Cathy at The Camera Chronicles for some blog-loving



Friday, August 9, 2013

The Baby Stuff - FlashBack Friday

Babies are a marketers dream come true.
 
As soon as someone says the word 'Baby', manufacturers and Sales teams start rubbing their little hands together and brainstorming new and wonderful ways to guilt the new parents into buying stuff they don't need.
 
One of my closest friends is having a fourth baby after a really big gap (** read: surprise baby **), and during that gap she gave away all her baby paraphernalia .

The cot, the high chair, bouncer, her sanity...
 
So we've been looking at what she will need and what is available.
 
My, oh my, how things have changed in a few years.
 
The first and most obvious requirement is a pram.
Back in the early 90's when J-man was born, a steelcraft pram was the way to go.
 
 
If this looks like you take the baby's bed and whack it on a tray, like a flat bed truck you are 100% correct.
Look at those wheels, perfect for going over, well, not much really. The tiniest pebble could lock one of these up and have you teaching your toddler some very new words.
 
These had some pretty impressive features like a lap belt (none of this high brow five point safety harness stuff malarkey) and a reversible handle in case you got sick of looking at your little wonder. It required a degree in engineering to collapse, and a car boot almost as big as a swimming pool to fit it in.
 
These days you can purchase some really cool space shuttles prams with aerodynamic everything.
When I buy my next car I'm just going to buy one of these and install a motor.
 
 
Next on the shopping list is a high chair.
Originally we had a timber one, with little metal catches under the tray to detach it for 'easy cleaning'.
Then we upgraded to a schmicko plastic and coated metal chair with padded seat and a flip-over tray. Once again safety was not an issue with a single grey strip of webbing to stop your child sub-marining out the bottom. It was always loose, always covered in 3 days worth of weetbix and had no safety mechanism whatsoever but hey - it was there.
Covered in cutesy pastel kid vinyl which cracked and split within 3 months of purchase, it blended into absolutely No-One's home ever!
 
 
The flip-over tray meant that when small child had had enough and was getting cross they could lift and drop the tray repeatedly, sending food and drink all over the floor. Nice.
 
High Chairs have come a long way. In fact I wouldn't mind a set of six to replace my dining chairs.
 
Car travel with a new born in the early 90's meant you have one of these wedged into your backseat.
 
 
You plonked your baby into the capsule (often still wrapped in blankets) and secured them with a wide strip of Velcro across the belly effectively creating a small torpedo.
When it was time to leave the car you could remove the capsule and take it inside. The noise the Velcro made when undoing it was like a nuclear explosion, and they weighed a tonne .
 
 
 
 
Car seats now follow a similar principle except they have extras like seat belts! Very pretty.
 
Even the things to cover their little butts have changed - Nappies in Australia and the UK, Diapers in the US .
 
When we used cloth nappies they were white squares of towelling. For baby No.1 these were thick and fluffy and absorbent. By baby No. 3 and about 3000 hot washes they were almost see-through and were usually odd-shaped quasi-rectangles.
 
 
What's that you see? Nappy pins. Yes! actual sharp edges allowed to go near our precious wee-ones wee.
 
On freezing cold days in a town not too far from the snowfields of Mt Buller I would hang my little squares of white on the line and watch as they snap-froze like cardboard. I do not miss those days.
 
 
The lady at the Baby Boutique in town told me that Modern Cloth Nappies have "revolutionised the eco-aware mothers ability to choose earth friendly options."
Errr , okay.
They still just catch the poo right? I mean the Modern Cloth Nappy doesn't take time out each day to attend Earth Summits or petition the local member of parliament for better green waste disposal options?
 
 
 
 
Still just poo catchers ! Pretty ones !
 
 
And so to sleep - cribs and cots haven't changed much, although the baby hammocks are pretty cool and if I could afford an adult sized one, I would be sleeping in it right now.
 
However the how-to-sleep-your-baby rules have reversed. When I had my little people the rule was "Always and only on their side". We were told to not sleep our babies on their backs due to risk of choking. In the hospital they were swaddled to within an inch of their life and placed on their sides.
 
 
Now it's on the back and minimal blankets.
 
  
 
There were a few miscellaneous items I have found that have, quite frankly left me a little concerned.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Like I said, a Baby is a marketers dream.
 
Brooke,  if I catch you with a butt fan or bacon flavoured formula I will organise an intervention !
 
Linking up with the fabulous Cathy from The Camera Chronicles for another Flash Back Friday . Share your memories xxx
  
 
 
 
 
 

Friday, June 21, 2013

Fancy Dress - Flashback Friday

Ohh how cool, I chose the same flashback theme as Cathy from The Camera Chronicles ! Blog hopping alongside in my fairy outfit, as you do!

I couldn't wait to turn 18. It seemed as though everything I was desperate to do hinged on that magic number.
My 16th birthday had been spent away from home on 3 month exchange in New Zealand, so for my 18th I was determined to have a party to remember.
I'm an Aussie June baby so it is pretty much the coldest time of the year. This meant skimpy bar-maid costumes were out and all in one bear costumes were a big hit.



I was of course the Birthday Fairy in yellow. I chuckle every time I look at this picture!

( I think it needs to be acknowledged that 1990 was ALL about big hair. The bigger the better. And if you could still breath after you'd finished spraying hairspray then you obviously had not used enough. Guys, this was the days before products were called "product" ! It was called spray, or gel, or mousse. )

Around 60 of my friends converged on our home. The Tequila Sunrises flowed freely. My parents (bless them) did an awesome job of not freaking out completely and kept a quiet eye on the proceedings.

As it turns out, being 18 was all that different to being 17, except for the whole 'old enough to drink at the pub' thing. I still went to school, worked a part time job, baby sat and stressed about my future.

But now I had an awesome fairy dress in my cupboard.

Do you have a secret stash of fancy dress photos? come on, drag them out and share the love. IT's FLASH BACK FRIDAY !


Friday, February 15, 2013

Flashback Friday - FOUR

Flashback Friday.. hooking up with one of my fav. blogging babes Cathy

In my drifting, dreaming and dawdling through my photo stash this week, I came across this little flashback. Confirming once and for all that the number of 17 year old teenagers that fit comfortably in the boot of a 76-ish model Holden Gemini is.......

  Four....

Paul, Kels,  Nettie and Kyles , ... Love XXXXX




PS thanks Dad for entrusting me with your little car LOLZ!!!!!!


The crazy situations that little car has carried me through, sigh. 

... these are my baby-to-adulthood peeps. xxx

Am loving my flashbacks 

Friday, February 8, 2013

My Great Shame :Flashback Friday

It's Flash Back Friday.. Linking up with Cathy from Camera Chronicles -

You know I love you guys and I believe in being as honest as possible about my past struggles and failures.
It's time to finally confess to you my great shame.
Some of you will be confused, some very dissappointed in me.

Some may chose to unfollow me. That is okay.
I have to say that I only did it because my peers were. I followed the crowd. 
I thought it was cool. 
But it wasn't.

I am so sorry to have to tell you...
My first concert was Wa Wa Nee.



From their stone washed denim jeans, stone washed denim jackets and stone washed bleached blonde mullet  hair to their incredible dance moves ( featuring an inordinate amount of high finger clicking) this band was huge for a nano-second as I hit my teenage stride.


The event, held at a local Italian club was packed with screaming 16 yr olds all bouncing up and down in  rhythm like a bunch of Masai warriors.
I'm pretty sure I wore something stone washed and denimy ... Mainly because my Kylie Monogue inspired three tier bubble skirt made my arse look like... well, a giant bubble as it would happen!



The support act was Diesel, back when he was called Johnny Diesel and had a full head of hair, I wished I'd taken more notice because as it turns out .. he was the one with talent.





Flashback Friday - you know the words - sing along ... 




Friday, February 1, 2013

Flashback Friday - 1st days of school



This week my three girls have returned to school, new classrooms, classmates and teachers. 

Normally this time of year has me on my knees with worry. The organisation that goes in to re-launching kids at school is enough.. but the effort needed to re-launch an Aspergers child into school is immense !

In the past...

After 6 weeks of worry and nerves about new routines, new teachers and new expectations, this week would have been planned with military precision.
We would have written a letter to the new teacher over the holidays and hopefully received one in return. We would have had a few 'meet and greet' sessions, some getting-to-know-you sessions. There would have been planning meetings between myself, the teacher, aides, principal, applied learning co-ordinator, welfare officer and everyone else who wanted to have an opinion. 

We would have been practising wearing our new school shoes - well actually practicing keeping our shoes on for more than 10 minutes. We would have have some packed lunch days so the lunch box opening was practiced. Throughout the holidays we would have continued our learning objectives, so there was minimal backsliding.

I would have sat down with a glass of wine and a pen and paper. I would try to explain J-man within a page, give a brief overview. Highlight his strengths. Alert the teacher to his worries and idiosyncrasies  I would encourage them to have a look through his very thick file of reports before we arrived for the first day of school.

On the first day back to school, J-man would be teary and not want to go. He would be angry with me for making him go. I would be as positive and encouraging as a new age birthing coach.. all in order to get one small boy to go to school. I would then come home, sick to the stomach and wait....

Last year J-man completed Yr 12. His days in formal education have finished, at least for now. This week has been a breeze. Not a tummy ache or headache, no melt downs, no lunch box mishaps. The girls went off to their new classes happily. All is well. For the first time in 13 years our house has not been on high alert for return to school week. It's been nice.

It's been nicer than nice. I feel like there's room to breathe. 




J-man - Prep year .. how cute is he ??

Flashback Friday - linking up with  The Camera Chronicles .... join in guys.. you know you want to!!

Friday, January 25, 2013

Flashback Friday - My best friend

My very first Flash Back Friday!

I found this pic today. Sigh! When I was in 4th Grade my family moved towns, across 600km to a new world and I found myself in a new school, with a brand new set of people who totally didn't get me.




(don't judge the hair.. the Lady Di look was very 'in' back then)

 I remember my first months (years) being awkward, abrasive and defensive. I was a ridiculously bright little 10 yr old with way too much confidence in her abilities and not enough street-smarts to know when to hide it.
In all my awkwardness, as well as my ten-yr-old-ness, I did not recognise the gift that arrived in my life that week. because this little girl...




...became my safe place. My person. You know, the one person who I could run to no matter what I had done, no matter how crazy my world got. The person who has been and will be my friend in every sense of that word until she or I give our last. We have been friends since we were 10. 
Thirty years have passed. 

In that time we have both traversed the puberty deserts.

We have called each other at our moments of frustration and joy, we have had long months where we don't have much contact other than quick text messages. 

She still calls my parents "Mum and Dad".  I love her parents to bits.

We have dreamt about, puzzled over, despaired over and accepted the male species.

We have each stood slightly to the left at the alter, holding the flowers as our best friend said "I do" to their chosen one. Both of us also pulled the groom aside and threatened death if he didn't treat our friend right.

We have dreamt of our babies, planned our families, welcomed tiny people and said goodbye to angels who could not stay.

We have raged against, then accepted, and finally embraced our own parents for all the love and guidance they have given us.


She is my run-to friend. She is my safety net. Just knowing she is there is comforting.  I am so grateful that I was placed in Mr C's fourth grade class and that she raised her hand to offer to take care of the new girl.
xxx

Flashback Friday - a beautiful way to centre myself today and acknowledge the blessings in my life.