Tuesday, August 21, 2012

Welcome Hunter

Welcome to the world to a very special little man 
(maybe not that little at 3.7kg, lol) 

Born at Cairns Base Hospital on 16th August.
Brother for Dave and a first son for my boy.


Now home and sleeping 3 hours at a time.

One very proud mum!

and yep, all that hair! What a sweetie!

Aunty Melissa is very pleased, Logan is ecstatic there is another boy in the family because "Boys Rule"
and I can't wait for my first cuddle and sloppy Grandma kiss on those gorgeous cheeks

Monday, June 25, 2012

What really is pretty?


I used to hate my nose.
I used to wish my parents could afford braces for me.
I used to think my arms were too hairy.
I used to think I needed big boobs.
I used to think my ears poked out a little too much.
I used to think my skin was embarrassing.
I used to cry about my stretch marks and post-baby saggy belly.
I used to think my calves were too skinny.

I thought there was more wrong with me than right. I thought about it a
whole lot.

Well, I
used to. Being pretty is the easiest route to validation. Superficial validation. Your chances of being accepted are inherently better. It just is.

But, the question is, whose validation do you seek?


If you are seeking validation from the men at the gym, the women at church, the neighbors, and the mothers at the school, you will find no satisfaction. You almost need to be prettier...
prettier than the rest. It's a daunting, impossible task, with very little reward. Sure, maybe you get a few cat-calls, jealous glances, and gobs of compliments. But, is that enough? Maybe for some, but not for me.



I have come to know there is more I want for myself. I don't want to spend my time and energy worrying about not fitting into society's mold of perfectly pretty. I definitely want to feel attractive to myself, but far above that...FAR ABOVE THAT, I want to be a beautiful person. You know, beautiful on the INSIDE.  And, to me, beauty is dictated by our priorities. I used to want to be pretty, more than a lot of things. But, then I grew up. 


Now, I want to feel good about who I am.
I want to be a good friend.
I want to be a great mother.
I want to inspire and teach others to live their best lives.
I want to be a good example. I want to serve others.
I want to constantly improve myself.

If I can do and be those things, I am beautiful.
  I have validated myself. I don't need to be pretty. I know that there is a purpose for me...big nose, crooked teeth, saggy belly, and all. I have come to realize that all my supposed flaws are what make me real, what make me human. Obsessing about them whittles away at my beauty, robs me of a happy life, and leaves me with very little to offer others.

Do those insecurities ever still creep up on me? Sure. But, I just give them a good smack in the face, and they take off mostly. Everything about me knows that I am more productive and appealing to myself, and others, when I'm just real. When my priorities are straight. And, there's something about feeling good about who you are inside, that makes you sorta...pretty.


Grandkids and their breeding patterns

Well I have been off here for quite some time so here is a quick update:

The twins are happy, healthy and (although identical) very individual. 
Ivy Mae is the rough and tumble kind, while Piper Rose is "the evil one" but I find the most adorable. Miss Piper loves clothes and shoes, what more can I say!
Ivy is mobile so heaven help the new house and that resides within
Master Logan is the best big brother ever!


 And peoples, now I have another Grandson on the way. August 8th. mark that in your calendars for a trip to Cairns (ps take my Mum with you and deposit her beside the pool with a book or 3)



Thursday, January 19, 2012

Barbie and Mr Becker



Andrew Becker, a director of media relations for the American Cancer Society, drew ire after posting a controversial blog post on the American Cancer Society’s website called  ”Bald Barbie Demand Is an Over-Reach.”  In the post, Becker said the Bald Barbie movement could “do more harm than good for kids and parents.”
“If they are mass marketed, many of these dolls will end up in the hands of girls who luckily aren’t likely to be touched by cancer in themselves or their mothers. But could they end up being terrorized by the prospect of it in a far outsized proportion to their realistic chances? There is no reason to create this sort of fear,” Becker wrote.

"When I set out to write I wanted to raise questions about activism and social media around disease. I did not mean to imply that I or the American Cancer Society believe that sick children are not important."

 Believe that? Please read pop over and read on: 

http://cloakeynotes.wordpress.com/2012/01/18/yes-i-fight-like-a-girl-but-im-not-alone/

Oh and by the way "GOLD" ribbon for childhood cancer and just so you get it right Mr Becker:

Pink Ribbon : Meaning: Most commonly associated with breast cancer awareness, this ribbon is also a symbol for birth parents, and childhood cancer awareness (alternative color: light blue)
Yellow Ribbon : Meaning: We've all seen this symbol used to support our troops, but it is also a symbol for MIA/POW, suicide prevention, adoptive parents, amber alerts, bladder cancer, spina bifida, endometriosis, and a general symbol for hope. A yellow ribbon with a heart is used to represent the survivors left behind after a suicide.
Pale Yellow Ribbon : Meaning: This color is a symbol of spina bifida
Red Ribbon : Meaning: Most commonly associated with the fight against AIDS and HIV, this ribbon also is a symbol for heart disease, stroke, substance abuse, MADD, DARE, Epidermolysis Bullosa, Reflex Sympathetic Dystrophy.
Burgundy Ribbon : Meaning: This color is a symbol of brain aneurysm, Cesarean section (worn upside down), headaches, hemangioma, vascular malformation, hospice care, multiple myeloma, William's syndrome, Thrombophilia, Antiphospholid Antibody Syndrome, and adults with disabilities
Purple Ribbon : Meaning: This color is a symbol of pancreatic cancer, testicular cancer, thyroid cancer, domestic violence, ADD, alzheimer's, religious tolerance, animal abuse, the victims of 9/11 including the police and firefighters, Crohn's disease and colitis, cystic fibrosis, lupus, leimyosarcoma, and fibromyalgia
Lavender Ribbon : Meaning: This color is a symbol for general cancer awareness. It can also be a symbol for epilepsy, and rett syndrome
Periwinkle Ribbon : Meaning: This color is a symbol of eating disorders and pulmonary hypertension

Blue Ribbon : Meaning: This color is a symbol of drunk driving, child abuse, Osteogenesis Imperfecta (OI), the victims of hurricane Katrina, dystonia, acute respiratory distress syndrome (ARDS), alopecia, Education, Epstein-Barr Virus, Save the Music, colon cancer (alternative ribbon color: brown), colorectal cancer (alternative ribbon color: brown), and anti-tobacco - particularly anti-second hand smoke (in Canada; alternative ribbon color: brown), I Love Clean Air/ILCA Campaign (Japan)
Dark Blue Ribbon : Meaning: This color is a symbol of arthritis, child abuse prevention, victim's rights, free speech, water quality, and water safety
Light Blue Ribbon : Meaning: This color is a symbol of childhood cancer (alternative color: pink), prostate cancer, Trisomy 18, and scleroderma
Teal Ribbon : Meaning: This color is a symbol for ovarian, cervical, and uterine cancers as well as sexual assault, polycystic ovarian syndrome, and tsunami victims
Green Ribbon : Meaning: This color is a symbol of childhood depression, missing children, open records for adoptees, environmental concerns, kidney cancer, tissue/organ donation, homeopathy, and worker and driving safety
Orange Ribbon : Meaning: This color is a symbol of leukemia, hunger, cultural diversity, humane treatment of animals, and self-injury awareness
White Ribbon : Meaning: This color is a symbol of innocence, victims of terrorism, violence against women, peace, right to life, bone cancer, adoptees, and retinal blastoma
Pearl Ribbon : Meaning: This color is a symbol for emphysema, lung cancer, mesothelioma, and multiple sclerosis
Black Ribbon : Meaning: This color is a symbol of mourning, melanoma, and gang prevention
Brown Ribbon : Meaning: This color is an anti-tobacco symbol as well as a symbol of colon cancer (alternative ribbon color: blue), colorectal cancer (alternative ribbon color: blue)
Grey Ribbon : Meaning: This color is a symbol of diabetes, asthma, and brain cancer
Silver Ribbon : Meaning: This color is a symbol for children with disabilities, Parkinson's disease, and mental illnesses such as severe depression, bipolar disorder, schizophrenia, and anxiety disorders.
Gold Ribbon : Meaning: This color is a symbol for childhood cancer
Jigsaw Puzzle Ribbon: Meaning: This style of ribbon is a symbol for autism
Lace Ribbon: Meaning: This style of ribbon is a symbol for osteoporosis
Pink and Blue Ribbon: Meaning: This style of ribbon is a symbol for miscarriage, stillbirth, and infant death due to SIDS or other causes
Flag Ribbon: Meaning: This style of ribbon is a symbol for both the victims and heros of the 9/11 attacks. It is also a symbol of patriotism and support of our troops. In addition, it is a symbol of fireworks safety.
Rainbow Ribbon: Meaning: This style of ribbon is a symbol of gay pride and support for the GLBT community and their quest for equal rights.

Friday, November 18, 2011

Twins safe arrival


I have been a bit late announcing this but life has been a bit on the weird side health wise for me.

So it is with great pride, joy, immense relief that I announce the safe arrival of 2 lovely girls and a healthy, happy Mum. Many heartfelt thanks to the staff at Coffs Base Hospital for their care and support

Welcome to the world Ivy Mae and Piper Rose





so cute ! of 4 feet



 







Sunday, November 13, 2011

Waiting for double trouble

I am still waiting for news of the twins. Since I have the concentration span of  gnat at the moment I have taken to talking to inanimate objects on my desk. Webcam has taken up the duty of "Security System" and is currently watching a green tree frog sitting atop the downpipe. Hope he is recording it all so i know what goes on out there at night.
Which brings me to a Christmas beetle flipping over the keyboard! Why are they so dumb! I seem to spend most of December and half of November flipping them over, saving them from ants, tossing them back outside and generally saving their little souls. It is like having 347 Alzheimer's patients in one room (oh okay slight exaggeration perhaps but you get the drift.)
Back to the desk, I did say short concentration span! Where was I, webcam sorted, cricket just eaten by Marks dog, earphones need a home! Sorted!
Phone on charger (novel prospect) , papers in a pile (not going to even look at them) and wow rubbish for the bin! Better stop or I will see woodwork, oops too late there is some peeking out AND I have an uninterrupted view of both monitors!
Hold the phone, I have a mouse pad, cool bananas, Oh dear the rest is too hard, Sorry to leave you in the middle of whatever this is, but I will go wait somewhere else in the house.
Will let you know when the girls arrive.Everything is ready and waiting so I am not alone

Times 2

Just the one

Times 2

times a zillion

Never enough dresses

times 2

times 2 @ $40 each

Monday, November 7, 2011

Twins and the wait continues

I am still waiting impatiently for the twins to join us in the world.
Every day they keep us in suspense will be worth every moment and every grey hair.
I so eagerly await that first time I hold them and see their little hands and feet. All those fingers and toes, the marshmallow cheeks that have shown up on the ultrasounds, will be covered in Grandma kisses and love.
I thank God every day for the miracle of birth and trust He will keep my baby girl safe


The joy of having the opportunity to call them by their already chosen names, instead of Twin 1 and Twin 2, is another moment I will cherish. I am sure their Mum and Dad have selected lovely ones, Master L's one of Harvey and Norman (as well as various suggestions by friends that have been given to them) I am sure will be disregarded.
Ho hum.
Why is it so many of us are not satisfied with the names our parents choose for us?
But we do get on with our lives and live with it.

Lets hope this isn't the case with these much adored already cherubs (but I very much doubt it)!