Friday, 28 February 2014

Trust in the kindness of strangers.


A while ago you may remember I posted a photo of my son's most beloved KissKat asking if anyone had a body double in case of tragedy, and that I would pay good money. An Instagram follower @2sisler responded saying yes, she had the exact bear. She then blew me away by kindly sending us one as a beautiful gift- KissKat Ver2.0 flew all the way from wintery Canada to hot summer Australia.
OG KissKat on the left, shiny fresh "fluffy" KissKat on the right.
We have never met in real life, and yet @2sisler 's generosity has me crying. Thank you so much. I know that one day your generosity will help hold back heartache for my little man. In a world full of disappointments and heartaches, knowing I have one 'get out of jail free card' to help hold back a sad milestone for my son and keep his heart optimistic and open a little longer feels like armor.

Love your neighbor, we are all global citizens, one earth to share. Trust, share, ask for help, lend a hand- be a good role model for your kids and together we can build a better world.



Stranger than kindness,

Sandi D

Wednesday, 12 February 2014

A letter to my son age two and a half.



Hunter, you are now two and half.
You continue to amaze me! As I type this you are sitting beside me cruising YouTube for films about monster trucks. You are particularly fond of the made for YouTube cartoons that show monster trucks crushing the alphabet or counting to ten. Your grasp of the English language continues to develop at a rate of knots, so I begrudgingly value the role these short forays into tv-land play in enhancing your learning.



As you learn to talk more, we get to teach you more and more things. One of the main things you are learning at the moment is toilet skills. Another is being gentle and nice- you sometimes get very upset and hit me or daddy- or even other kids. We are making great headway with both. Both are equally exhausting. You are so sweet 99% of the time that your outbursts are minor blips. You still say some cute things, for example you mispronounce pillow (pee yo), and call milk “milky moo”.


You are really great at remembering people and names. You love going to hang out next door with Callum and Reb and ‘Niggit’ as you call their dog (real name Knight- pronounced the way Monty Python say it). You miss your daycare teachers and sometimes ask about them during the week when you are not at daycare. You love our friends. You especially love your Grannie.


Your favourite things to do include playing at the “planepark”, riding your balance bike (your little legs can finally reach the ground!), playing in your toy kitchen, helping me make smoothies, drawing and anything to do with being in the garage fixing things with Daddy.
Some nights you love bath time or shower time, and some nights you scream blue murder. There is no way of telling until it’s on. You love brushing your teeth. Daddy showed you his electric toothbrush so now I’m on the lookout for a battery operated one for you. You are equally hot and cold about bed time. You go to bed at 7pm now, but some nights you’ll push to 7:30. Despite how late you go to bed, you are still up at the butt-crack of dawn. 6:30 is a sleep in for you lately, preferring to get up 6am. Thank god for the long daytime nap. The days you miss it you are one stroppy little so-and-so. I fear you have inherited your fathers need for sleep. Generally you are a cheerful and thoughtful little guy who follows instruction well and loves to learn.

I love you so much I can’t even explain. Just this morning I was thinking about how my job is to teach you how to be a good person, and your job- is to teach me how to be a good human. We learn and grow together. Recognising that has helped your Dad and I too. Sometimes a marriage can be difficult, but remembering our commitment to love each other- and remembering that love is teaching and learning simultaneously- really helps. We make a great family.
 
 
One last thing before I forget. You found my lip balm the other day and asked Daddy about it. He told you it was lip balm, and you looked at him incredulously, and said “lip bum?!?” while pointing to your butt. SO CUTE.

Xx Mummy

Thursday, 6 February 2014

Ruin Your Day With Tits: Music Videos in Support of Breastfeeding In Public.


I love when people share a great message with flair, which is exactly what this music filmclip entitled "Ruin Your Day" by Sparrow Folk does. These two Aussie ladies set out to prove, through some delft use of 'turning the tables', that breastfeeding in public is not for anyone's "pleasure" (except that of a baby comforted with nourishing food).



"Everybody knows new mothers are exhibitionists/Taking every chance they get to ruin your day with tits."

Bravo Sparrow Folk, I just love it! If you loved this filmclip and are in Canberra between the 17-21 April 2014 you can see Sparrow Folk live at the National Folk Festival. I expect there will be quite a few mums chanting the tune like an anthem as children under seven are free.

Ruin your day,
Sandi D

Wednesday, 5 February 2014

Pre-writing drawing skills with chalk and trucks (or cars)



Lately Hunter has been really into chalk, and trucks. So this is really a logical end point: trucks that draw roads!

All you need is a toy car, a stick of chalk and some tape (may I suggest any broad tape, such as masking tape, gaffa tape or packing tape- Washi tape is not really sticky enough for this) and a piece of flat ground upon which to draw "roads".

At the Savage-Darling household we are in the chalk/truck business, and business is good.
x Sandi D.
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