Some summer loving Sydney-sider I've turned out to be.
It's only day 2 of our first heat wave of the season and I'm struggling. All those posts and photos celebrating how sensational my city is in the summer are coming back to haunt me today as I sit at my desk in my air conditioned office with a little desk fan running at full tilt aimed squarely at my face. It will not surprise me if I end the day with my head in an open freezer or with a limb plunged in an ice machine. Not one bit.
Speaking of limbs akimbo....
Yesterday was Toddler SSG's first orientation session at daycare. I'd attended the two hour parent orientation earlier this week and sort of knew which gate we needed to open and which room we were to meet in but it was all new for him.
I think I was more anxious than he was. I've been very fortunate to have had the help of my extended family for all of this time while I've returned to work but this has also meant that Toddler SSG hasn't really had regular extended periods with non family members or with children of his own age. So I wasn't sure how he'd cope with a sea of unfamiliar faces and voices in a new place.
It's only early days yet, but I needn't have worried. At first, Toddler SSG played on his own after a solo walk around the outdoor play area and its gardens before he settled down on some cushions and played with the dinosaurs and some pretty funky looking building blocks.
As the morning progressed, he lost a little of his reserve and ventured a little closer to the other children at the craft station. We have another session booked for next week before the real thing next year when I'll no doubt be trying not to cry as I leave him to learn, explore and make friends on his own.
I still can't believe that the wee little baby I placed (screaming) on this play mat for tummy time now sits as a desk with his play doh on top of that same mat.
They do grow so fast and that dependence upon you that you thought would last forever dissipates before you even realise it's gone. I feel incredibly blessed to have been there through it all and that it looks as if I was doing at least some of it right. May I continue vaguely heading in the right direction with this motherhood gig. I'm resisting the urge to call it a journey....
A week later, Toddler SSG will be coming in with me to work as one of several special guests at our Christmas lunch. Quite a few little ones have been born into my work family and it's shaping up to be a quite a special (and noisy) reunion.
As my diary gets fuller by the day with Christmas commitments, it's just as well White Linen House are on still on top of my towels and bed linen. They have a new special deal on linen sets for students. Click on over to their website to find out more.
Ridiculous but strangely compelling clips and photos from celebrity land have become a bit of a regular fixture on the blog of late and today's post will not be spared.
I have a new favourite hate watch (for want of a better term) video clip at the gym. It's David Guetta's clip for 'Dangerous' (the song features Sam Stone). Directed by Jonas Akerlund and featuring a smouldering James Purefoy I know I should hate the video for its ridiculous portrayal of barely dressed women attending to the cars in the pits and the subliminal Mumm champagne logos and colour theme that pervade the entire clip but I can't turn away whenever it's on and I'm on the step machine trying to keep that last number on the display above 120. Is it James Purefoy's on screen presence? Is it the hilarity of how video clips have become quasi cinematic productions? Or is it just the song?
Do you have a current music video hate watch?