FYBF – Comfortable in being a Rebel

The below Drew Barrymore interview with Ellen was brought to my attention the other day by my effervescent friend, B.

After an extremely tumultuous childhood and early adulthood, Drew’s come a long way. The interview really portrays just how far she’s come and most importantly, how comfortable she is at where she is in life.

I highly recommend that you watch it but if you don’t, at least skip to 1:13.

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Her happiness is highly infectious.

After years of battling with drugs, alcohol and a nutbag for a mum you just want to give her a squishy hug and say, “You deserve this…”

Having well settled into my 40’s myself, it’s empowering to see other women finally feel comfortable in their age.

Whether a woman – any woman – wants to reveal it or not, the important thing is that at some point in her journey she’s found contentment.

Who cares if Rebel Wilson is actually 36 not 29?

Are we really that gullible to think that every one in Hollywood is honest about their age?

All I care about is that Rebel makes me laugh. So hard.

And that she carries herself (as well as those nunchucks) with fiery spunk.

Who wouldn’t want a piece of that sassy self-confidence?

Isn’t that what we should be celebrating, encouraging each other to achieve?

To eventually be comfortable in our skin.

No matter at what age.

Do you feel your age has caught up with where you are in life?  When do you feel most comfortable in your skin? Ever had a go at nunchucks?

 

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FYBF – He Kissed a Girl

It was a rare afternoon where both parents were around for daycare pick up.

Walking into the jungle of noisy kids and strewn toys, I spotted one of my boys .

K-Bear was in his usual spot at the train track table.

Scanning the room, Mr Surfer pointed to Nunu who appeared to be in mid-embrace with…a girl.

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“Naw, cute!” I thought.

Trying to round them up (yes, very much like sheep), I noticed  the little girl in question was not quite done with the affection. She wanted more.

Before I could fully comprehend what was going on, there was a little chase with her arms wide open…reaching for my son.

My. Son.

In a split second, I witness the pair leaning in, puckering their lips and ….

“Nooooooo!!!!”

Mortified, I froze in time.

Right next to the mini trampoline, behind the red and yellow Little Tikes car.

Funnily, we had always joked that out of the twinions, Nunu would grow up to be the Casanova. But you know, in another ten years! At least!

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Let’s just get to kindergarten first!

The drive home was not short of proclamations of adoration.

“I love her, Mama. I LOVE her! She is my girlfriend”

Whoa there, Romeo!

Just last week I was his one and only Princess Arthur.

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Luckily, a son’s love for his mother is far more endearing. (Or am I just in denial?)

What definitely rings true is that a burning infatuation ends as quickly as it begins.

In three short days, I asked Nunu how his lady love was.

“Oh, I didn’t play with her today, Mama.”

He’s switched girls. This new girlfriend plays cars with him.

K-Bear in the meantime has no interest whatsoever. For him, it’s still all about trains.

Thank goodness.

Do you have a kissy kissy preschooler in your midst? Do you remember your very first? Can I ever reclaim my noble title as Princess Arthur?

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Why I’m still going to Bali

There’s been great hesitation to write this post.
I thought about letting it wash over but it’s a topic that hits too close to home. Literally.

I happened to be at the office the other day for a brief visit.

Being in sales, my primary aim is to be out on the road 90% of the time and to only drop by the office to pick up materials or attend meetings.

The other day, I realized why this was so good for me.

There’s no need to deal on a daily basis with people I would consider idiots.

Starting up an innocent conversation with a colleague about holidays, I tell her we’re planning an extra long one at the end of the year.

To Bali.

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“Oh, I don’t know how you could possibly even think about supporting that country…”

THAT country.

Well, first of all, Bali is an island, I felt like saying.

Don’t state your opinion when your obvious ignorance is hindering you from getting the facts right.

Secondly, she’s obviously not a friend of mine on Facebook otherwise she would’ve seen this post.

So, consider her unfriended in real life.

From an Australian Indonesian’s point of view – who holds both countries with deep affection and allegiance, how does it make me feel when says something like:

“Gosh, why would you support that country?”

Because I have family there. I was born there. For a while, I was raised there.

And above all, my children have heritage there.

But we need to stick to the facts and not pile the problems into the “one country” pigeon hole.

No one’s country is perfect. Especially their government.

Not all Indonesians are cruel and heartless.

And for those who insist on boycotting Bali or vowing to never step foot in Indonesia, as far as I can see, that’s an attitude that only feeds the already existing anger.

For those who demand that we stop foreign aid to Indonesia, this is only going to harm those who need it most.

How is it going to stop Joko Widodo and his government from conducting further heinous acts and breaking basic human rights?

How can #istandformercy if I don’t stand compassion for the innocent and the poor?

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The Indonesian/Australian relationship has held a long, complicated history, politically, socially, economically and culturally.

Two countries that are so close regionally but worlds apart culturally.

I ask that for those who are upset with what’s going on to take on the specific facts.

Get angry with the Indonesian government, not its people.

Get annoyed with how the Australian government who should’ve started lobbying 10 years ago when all of the Bali 9 were at high risk of being executed rather than only knee jerking when the death penalty becomes urgent and real.

Sign this change.org petition to stop the AFP sharing information regarding death penalty cases.

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One more thing I ask?

If you hear me saying I’m going to Indonesia, to my home, to comfort my family who have gone through their own tragedy and sadness these two years, just support my decision.

Wish me a safe trip. Wish my family well.

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FYBF – Princess Arthur

I can vividly recall my very first Mother’s Day. For all the wrong reasons.

I was at the brink of recovery from a 2 month bout of nipple thrush.

I was sleep deprived trying to keep up  boobie juice supply from the demands of constantly hungry, thriving 3 and a half month twins.

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To top things off, I had had a HUGE fight with Mr Surfer.

Glancing at a post natal photo of myself, I whinged about how my face had ballooned with water retention. You could’ve easily mistaken me for a watermelon.

“Well, it’s not about you anymore”

Being facetious is one of my husband’s less enduring qualities.

Every year, our daycare conducts a Mother’s Day interview with the boys. Allow me to share some of this year’s answers.

K-Bear:

How old is your Mum?

10.

What does she do to relax?

She is dancing.

What does she always say to you?

Papa is at work.

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Nunu:

What is your Mum good at?

Playing with me.

What is she not good at?

She sometimes send me in the corner.

What is her princess name?

Arthur.

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Laughing and crying then crying and laughing while reading this, I realized that for all it’s worth, there is some truth to Mr Surfer’s words.

It isn’t about me anymore.

It’s about my family.

How they perceive me.

I’m banking that it’ll be as a loving (if not sometimes nagging) mum, a devoted (with hints of crabby) wife, a chauffeur, a human couch, sometimes a good cop, often the bad one.

FYBF - Princess ArthurMost importantly, to my 5 year old boy, I am Princess Arthur.

I have no idea who Arthur is or what I did to deserve the highly distinguishable and distinct title.

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Along with every other mum juggling balls, wearing countless hats, aprons, corporate heels (or flats in my case); it’s not about us anymore.

Not even on Mother’s Day.

But it’s about so much more.

What’re your plans this Mother’s Day? What’s your princess name ? (Go on, ask them!) Do you remember your first Mother’s Day?

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When to DIY, when to call in the professionals

This post is brought to you by The Kitchen Place.  All opinions are mine. All DIY disasters mentioned are also real, unfortunately.

First and foremost, this post is not a bash at Mr Surfer. He will be the first to agree with me that working on home renovations is not his strong point.

This little home of ours is full of love and DIY disasters.

When baby proofing the house, my husband had second thoughts to where he should stick a 3D hook.  Thinking that it would just be like moving a post-it note, he ended up ripping out a chunk of wall instead.

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My husband has a tendency to become stoic over a range of hardships, including home improvement projects.

There seems to be difficulty in admitting that some jobs, well MOST jobs are best left to the professionals.

In hindsight, I should’ve known way back when we were still just dating.

As Mr Surfer mulled and debated over the Ikea instructions of the new bookshelf I had bought for my apartment, I could sense something wasn’t quite right.

Maybe it was the extra sweat on his brow or the awkward silence each time he picked up the allan key.

Many delayed hours later, the bookshelf was finally erected with the same dramatic climax to the barn raising scene of “Witness”.

Unfortunately, the excitement was short lived when Mr Surfer realized he had assembled the top panel the wrong way around.

When to DIY 2Yeah, oops.

People dream about their dream car, houses or even kitchens.

I have fantasies about the perfect bookshelf.

In 5 years of blissful marriage and countless bodgy home repairs job later, we now have a basic, unspoken rule.

Depending on how complex the job is (not very) and how many attempts he’s made (COUNTLESS), then it’s time to call the big guns.

The Kitchen Place are experts in custom made kitchens but also laundries and bathrooms.

Eager to spread their knowledge and experience, they also hold Kitchen Design Seminars in their Hawthorn, Melbourne kitchen showroom.

Passionate about cabinetry, I also found my dream bookshelf while looking through their stunning photo gallery.

The great thing about dreams? Is they can become a reality. Eventually.

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I know my beloved husband would love to win Handy Man of the Year but we need to save ourselves from further headaches and wrecked walls.  So when this bookshelf of mine

Mr Surfer is still a wonderful husband and an awesome dad.

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Just don’t give him an electric drill. Or a 3D Hook.

What’s been the biggest DIY disaster at your place? At what stage have the professionals had to intervene?

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FYBF – And a Little Child Shall Lead Me

Doing the usual Monday morning scramble in the kitchen, unusual activity and even more bizarre conversation was coming from the lounge.

“I have a sore tummy. I want to go to the doctor’s”

K-Bear hates doctors. Along with sleeping outside with the goannas, us awesome parents pull out the doctor threat when dealing with misbehavior or the refusal to eat porridge for breakfast.

Happily playing trains with his brother, he didn’t appear sick, nor tired. There was no sign of a fever.

While I take risks with work and other factors of life, I dare not in parenting.

Even if it was highly probable the bugalugs was faking it.

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Dropping Nunu off at daycare, the teachers offered to keep an eye out on K-Bear.

“If he actually is sick, we’ll give you a call”

As tempting as it was to keep him at school, again something told me not to take the risk.

Before the doctor’s appointment, there was a weights session at the gym I wasn’t able to cancel.

While many other mums did it, it was impossible to have the twinions tag along.

I tried once. But in a split second, Nunu ran to the metre high rack of barbells, climbed to the top and almost starting an avalanche of heavy equipment and weights.

I vowed never again.

Until now.

At least K-Bear gave my 6 month pregnant person trainer to let her clunky senses go into overdrive.

Getting to the doctor’s, we couldn’t find anything wrong.

In fact, while getting his tummy checked, my hooky playing child started to giggle.

“Well, he doesn’t seem to be distressed” was the Doc’s verdict.

Concluding that there was a likelihood of constipation, Doc whipped out a poo chart – for those moments we ever found ourselves, you know, stuck. (Boom tish).

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Corn on the cobs or sausages? Good.  Avoid rabbit droppings.

Returning home, an immediate trip to the loo was in order and funnily enough, the sore tummy had miraculously gone.

Just like that, my working day had disappeared into the ether of unproductivity.

Ready to go through the usual frustration of being a working mum, I realized nothing that day was actually urgent.

Sure, I didn’t get to make those phone calls or lock in appointments.

Forget writing or blogging.

But I did save myself from worry and guilt.

My boy rarely asks to stay home, let alone see the doctor. Even if he wasn’t physically sick, maybe he just needed something else.

Time away from his twin brother.

Time with himself.

Time with me.

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I’m glad I let him take the lead.

When it comes to your kids getting sick, are you a master at picking fakies or realises?

Ever let them wag school?

Do you still look out for the corn on the cobs or sausages?

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FYBF – Words to live by

Not dissimilar from other gyms, mine goes to certain lengths to create itself as a sanctuary for muscles and motivation.

Having forgotten my essential headphones to listen to a round of Ted talks (I highly recommend Monica Lewinsky’s “The Price Of Shame”, by the way) during my usual cycle, I was stuck for entertainment.

Nothing more than ceiling mounted TV’s filled with risqué (sometimes too risqué for 7am weights session) music videos.

Purposely created as a form of osmosis for positive thinking, an arbitrary inspirational quote will pop up on the screen.IMG_1437Once in a while, one will appear and I would give it a sarcastic scoff.

Who needs unsolicited advice? Where’s the credence?

Lately though, I’ve been doing less scoffing and a little more, let’s say, digestion. Maybe it was the boredom of no headphones but the random quotes that day kinda intrigued me…maybe even (shock, horror) inspired me.

But that’s the thing about quotes.

They’re so personal that they’ll only resonate when you’re ready.

Thanks to those who shared with me their gems:

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Just like Emily, who doesn’t love the firmly grounded Michael J. Fox?

IMG_1442 I guess that’s why quotes are always timely; catching you in that split second of vulnerability and uncertainty; offering sage guidance.

Allowing you to turn to steadfast friends like Daisy.

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Highlighting the importance to live for the here and now.

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Encouraging you to look no further (Right, Jess?)

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Just appearing on your news feed to give you perspective (Thanks for the reminder, Brenda)

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Or that much needed kick up the behind (courtesy of Leanda)

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And if not you, someone else…

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Then, there just might be your own words to live by:

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What’s your favourite quote? What words do you live by?

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FYBF – Ain’t No Couch Potato

It had been an almost two month wait.

Well, two months and the couple of years it took to convince my husband that the wooden slate that kept the couch sofa bed cushions from sinking wasn’t going to cut it anymore.

FYBF - Aint No Couch Potato 5At least not for my back, anyway.

But then came the imminent advent of Netflix and most importantly, the final FINAL (because one final isn’t dramatic enough) of Mad Men.

And there was no frickin’ way I was going to be a potato on a slouch couch.

Me and Don Draper had to get reacquainted in comfort. Know what I’m sayin’?

After much deliberation and heated discussions in various furniture retailers, we decided on the luxurious Ashton two and three seater.

Fabric Type? Keylargo, please.

Colour? Pebble, please.

Dimensions? Massive, ‘mmmkay?

In fact, so mofo massive that we should’ve relied on our instincts rather than believe the sales hungry furniture people who convinced us that we wouldn’t have ANY problems fitting through that tight space between the front and lounge room door.

FYBF - Aint No Couch PotatoNot to mention the stair case they had to contend with right outside.

Those poor delivery guys, they literally tried to move walls to keep this customer happy.

FYBF - Aint No Couch Potato 4“No bro, we gotta swing it around, first, bro”

*Swivel, swivel*

*Grunt, grunt*

“Bro, we’re back to where we started, bro”

*Pivot, pivot*

*Pant, pant*

In the meantime, I was having a mental game of “Bro Bingo” in my head.

Then, the defining moment when my bros tried to squeeze the giant oblong through the rectangular door.

Pushing, pulling, twisting, nudging.

Leading to the dreaded words:

“Sorry. You’re going to have to call the furniture shop”

So, now in my garage sits a perfectly beautiful comfortable three seater lounge, waiting for the upholsterer to drop by sometime today to unscrew one of the arms, make another (hopefully successful) attempt to fit it through that frickin’ door, then reattach the arm again.

Wish he could do the same thing with my sanity.

Anyway, we make the most of the positives, right? At least there’s one couch for me to slouch on, right?

FYBF - Aint No Couch Potato 2And well, there’s the makeshift furniture fitting.

Thank goodness, I decided to keep the mattress of our old sofa bed before sending it to furniture heaven.

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Have you ever had couch dramas? Do tell and make me feel less of a twat. Have you caught the Netflix obsession? What’re your favourite shows?

1. Follow With Some Grace.

2. Sign up to the awesome Digital Parents community ( if you haven’t already done so). DP was created by Brenda Gaddi who happens to be the creator of FYBF. She’s also created 4 gorgeous kidlets. In case you’d like to know. Or maybe not. But we’ll share that info just the same.

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The Art of Using Chopsticks

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“Number 737??! Number 737!” the militant voice screams into the microphone.

People pull out their tickets with desperate hope, only to have it snatched away and replaced with disappointment.

Quickly, we dive to the front of the queue and accompanied to our table through the war zone.

Trolleys of food crashing into each other. The maitre d’ yelling at those driving them.

Dirty plates are cleared, thrown recklessly into a big plastic tub.

A new clean white tablecloth flung across with swiftness, clean plates tossed around the table like frisbees.

Finally we sit down for some delectable Yum Cha.

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For all of its crazy chaos, it’s our favourite Sunday pastime.

Well, mine actually.

For Mr Surfer, it’s been an acquired taste.

One of the first meetings with my family happened over Yum Cha.

Much to his horror, he found himself with an Asian family that ate chicken feet.

Right then, I knew he was a keeper.

The other thing that bugs him about Yum Cha is the use of chopsticks. It’s definitely not his thang.

There’s a Chinese saying:
“Every grain of rice in your bowl is won by the sweat of the brow”

Great.

But what if it takes every sweat of your husband’s brow to pick up that grain of rice?

The twinions on the other hand are starting to build an interest.

Here are some tips I thought I’d share as the twinions are discovering the art of using chopsticks:

Watching Kung-Fu Panda:
Encouraging chopstick use is probably not one of the main messages of this movie but all I can say is, it’s worked for the twinions.

Haiiiiii-yah!

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Let them see you use them:
Pretty self-explanatory, however, I warn you there will be a long period there they will just want to use them as drum sticks.

Keep watchful eye on tea cups, bowls, plates, glasses and keep sanity in tact.

Get through that phase and you’re on a winning streak.

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Accept that things will get messy:
This is why Chinese restaurants are great! While many of them aren’t so hot on customer service, they are kid-friendly. You can leave behind the biggest World War 3 without an inkling of guilt.

Ordering takeaway is just as good, even better when it comes to convenience.

All the more awesome if your local has delicious noodles dishes and there’s only one way to find out.

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(No) Method to the Madness:
Nunu keeps asking me how to hold chopsticks and it’s like teaching him how to use a pen but not really…

It’s one of those things you just have to figure out for yourself.

The added bonus is that he’s working on his fine motor skills.

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Cut the food up:

Just like teaching children how to use a knife and a fork, it helps if we cut up the food for them.

We noticed a couple sitting next to our table with their toddler, cutting up her noodles with special food scissors. Genius!

Ever since, that’s how we prepare our noodles as well as spaghetti.

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FYBF – With Every Season

There’s always a slight melancholy with the gradual chill of autumn.

Sadness over another fabulous Australian summer being over.  For me, there’s also the regret in bitching and moaning over sunburnt days and still, sleepless nights, when I should’ve been appreciating how heavenly we get it here.

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Tuesdays are my only days with the twinions and every week I would jokingly call them “my hump day”.

Now, that there’s less than 10 months – roughly 3 seasons – until they start “big school”, come Tuesday, there’s less of that bitching and moaning.

This past week, we had a rare free day. No swimming lessons, no doctor’s appointments, with only a parcel pick up from the local post office.

Along with their scooters, the twinions and I took a leisurely walk there.

Passing along familiar footpaths where I used to jog, while pushing the heavy double City Jogger, completely relying on the motion to keep them sound asleep.

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Stopping by the playground where my heart often stopped when they fell off the slide, kissing their grazed toddler knees, wiping their tears away.

Finally, we stopped for morning tea. While the cafe has changed owners many times since, the world still looked familiar from the same corner table I used to sit with my newborns 5 years ago.

Sitting at that corner, so many seasons have passed, just as countless milestones have been reached.

This year, I started a gratitude journal – a diary to record something everyday – anything, significant or otherwise.

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How they introduce themselves to “big people” by throwing their arms around each other while announcing: “We’re twins”

The sound of their incessant giggles drifting over to neighbouring campers from watching YouTube clips of The Muppets’ Swedish Chef before slipping into their sleeping bags.

I jot down their current favourite songs (“The Bare Necessities” from The Jungle Book and Elton John’s “Crocodile Rock).

I figure, if this isn’t the year I document it all, everything will come and go unappreciated like the seasons.

And I don’t want that. I want to be reminded of the daily blessings. No matter how mundane.

I want to make the most of my Tuesdays. Every day.

1. Follow With Some Grace.

2. Sign up to the awesome Digital Parents community ( if you haven’t already done so). DP was created by Brenda Gaddi who happens to be the creator of FYBF. She’s also created 4 gorgeous kidlets. In case you’d like to know. Or maybe not. But we’ll share that info just the same.

3. Add your post URL to the FYBF linky. Please only link up one post.

4. Grab the funky FYBF button and post it on your sidebar. Help spread the blogfloggin love.

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