Monday, December 21, 2009
Saturday, December 19, 2009
Reports and X-Rays
Sophie and Max finished Kids Klub yesterday. Even thought it's going to be great having the kids home for three weeks - the two of them will certainly miss all their friends and teachers. The care-givers do a great job there for sure, as Soph and Max both came home with port folio's of all their work from throughout the year and report cards too!
Ingrid's report card for the year: FAIL.
(If you have trouble reading - click on each photo to enlarge)
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Ingrid's report card for the year: FAIL.-
Brad's report card for the year: FAIL
Brad's report card for the year: FAIL-
Sunday, December 13, 2009
The year that is 2009
Chillin' in the back yard on a summers day-
Well a post is long overdue, but there are very good reasons for it. The main one being that Brad and I would really like to forget that 2009 even exists! The only good thing that came out of this year is Max and he really has been an absolute delight and a baby that I would wish on everyone lucky enough to have children. The rest of the year however was cruising along – not great, but not bad either until Brad went out for a night to the fight of the century without the wife and kids and came home with a broken arm. Surgery and a few days in hospital followed along with some slow healing. After laughing at him for three weeks and being a meanie about the fact that he can’t be trusted to go out for a night without me I decide to attend another boxing match with him to make sure he doesn’t get into any trouble when low and behold I misplace my footing getting out of the car into the gutter and fall very awkwardly. What ensues is a loud crack and a munted ankle and foot that looks far from normal. In fact no normal foot should be facing the way mine was…so off to the emergency department at the hospital where I am informed after x-rays that I have dislocated my ankle and broken it in three places! WTF, talk about karma.
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I ended up staying at the hospital for just over a week waiting for the swelling to go down before they could operate. Finally they operate on 6th November and a couple of days later they kick me out. It was awesome to go home, but reality sets in that I can’t do anything. I can’t put my foot down on the floor and with crutches I can’t carry or lift anything including my kids. So ACC sends them off to daycare for the next six weeks. So here I am, stuck at home on the couch for most of the day with the kids gone and Brad at work and I can’t even carry a cup of tea! Now four weeks have passed and although I am still on crutches I can put a bit of weight on my broken foot and it’s getting a bit stronger every day. Brad has been an absolute trooper and has had to become the full time worker, house dad and cleaner, while his leper of a wife watches on and he has done all this with a broken arm. We really are not great role models for our kids are we! And all Max can do everything he sees me hobbling along on the crutches? He laughs like it is the funniest thing in the world! (Ingrid got bored and hasn't been back to update the story! - so I've jumped in)
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Anyhow - Max is crawling and into everything now - Sophie 99% of the time is a great big sister to Max and Ingrid is moving around a loot better now - she can at least drive a car and managed to get Max up and down the stairs yesterday - that's been the hardest part up till now - Ingrid couldn't put any weight on her foot so getting the kids out of bed and down the stairs has been impossible - but now there is light at the end of tunnel. My arm is getting better, but I still can't bend it very well - going to Physio once a week to get the strength and movement back in - worst part is shaking bloody hands! - In my job I do a lot of that and it nearly cripples me every time! - arhhh!
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On the go the little bugger!-
Max's first real meal - he's a complete hoover! - especially loves his meat - just like his old man!
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Sophie was a trooper when Ingrid was in hospital - she stepped up and almost ran the house - "here you go daddy, I baked a cake for you"
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Role models.
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Ouch...that's gotta hurt!...moments before 4 doctors pulled and twisted Ingrid's leg back into shape
Max's first real meal - he's a complete hoover! - especially loves his meat - just like his old man!-
Sophie was a trooper when Ingrid was in hospital - she stepped up and almost ran the house - "here you go daddy, I baked a cake for you"-
Role models.-
Ouch...that's gotta hurt!...moments before 4 doctors pulled and twisted Ingrid's leg back into shape-
"Oh you have got to be joking...."
"Oh you have got to be joking...."-
Also check out Max crawling here in a video!
And Max laughing opening up a draw - video here
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
Sunday, October 18, 2009
Eventful couple of weeks
Happy kids playing together-
Max 8 months now-
Sophie and Grantz playing 'Little Red Riding Hood'
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Ringside seats...what a view!
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that was quick...
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"Oooh that's gotta hurt!"
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I should have gone home at this point
You can take the boy out of Hamilton...
The only good part of hospitals...visits!
Sophie and Grantz playing 'Little Red Riding Hood'-
Ringside seats...what a view!-
that was quick...-
"Oooh that's gotta hurt!"-
I should have gone home at this point-
Initially it was a bit of a laugh – the first night away from the wife and kids in a long time – and I come home with a severe hangover, an empty wallet and a broken wrist.
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We (The Rock) sponsored the Tua v Cameron “Fight of the Century” in Hamilton and part of the deal included a ringside table valued at a whopping $15,000 and even though the fight was short and sweet– the atmosphere in the stadium justified the price-tag and some…nothing short of electrifying.
So after dining on fine food and free wine for over 7 hours a bunch of us headed into Hamilton City for the official after party – I knew I was getting a little tipsy that later on in the night when I found myself on stage in a bar…singing in a band …and it became abundantly clear, pretty quickly, that I was the only person in the bar that thought I sounded O for Awesome too– the rest of the evening was a bit of a blur – I do remember the kind gentle bouncer dragging me outside, I remember a few verbal pleasantries being exchanged…(apparently I can get a little cocky and arrogant when pissed, Ingrid says) and then I have vague flashbacks of me sliding down a wet footpath like a bowling ball on a slippery lane...
So after a politely thanking the bouncer for throwing me – I rounded the night off with a few games of pool, a couple more drinks and a long drunken walk back to the motel.
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I knew something wasn’t quite right when I jumped in the shower the following morning and felt sharp pains shooting through my wrist whiled I tried to wash my hair and by the time I got back to Auckland that afternoon, my hand had almost doubled in size and was really quite painful at this stage. Ingrid drove me to A&E and the docs confirmed that I had a broken my scaphoid in my right wrist - and shortly afterwards dropped the pleasant news that due to the severity of the break, I had to have surgery later on that week to get a couple of pins inserted…
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So after a couple of days of getting the piss taken by everyone at work – I headed into surgery. Thankfully I was first on the list for the day, so it was nice and early when I went into theatre – the operation took a couple of hours and after waking up and spending an hour in recovery, I was allowed to go home. Ingrid picked me up and we stopped for a coffee and some lunch – I was even talking about the Music Awards that night and feeling up to going! I still felt a little dazed from surgery so decided to have a bit of kip in the afternoon…I slept for about an hour and then woke with what felt like lightening bolts surging through arm – going from the tips of my fingers to the base of my elbow – I’ve never had surgery so I wasn’t sure if this was a normal reaction or if I was just being a bit of a soft-cock, so I downed a few pain killers. Instead of nullifying the pain, it seemed to increase it…I couldn’t touch my arm by this stage and was trembling, as white as a ghost and felt like throwing up – Ingrid rushed me back to Hospital and they admitted me straight away. As it turned out I had developed a rare reaction called R.N.S. (Regional Nerve Syndrome) – It happens sometimes when the anesthetic wears off too quickly and the nerves don’t have enough time to register or react properly – so then the nerve endings start freaking out a little and become extremely heightened and super sensitive– and believe me – having nerves that are freaking out to that point, ain’t pretty! I spent the next couple of days in hospital feasting on combinations of morphine drips, nerve pills and pretty sweet painkillers.
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Thankfully Nicci (Ingrid’s mum) had come to stay for the week which turned out to be a blessing as she became the built in care giver for the kids while Ingrid ran around looking after her leper husband…
I’ve had my arm re-cast since theatre and I have to attend hand physio a couple of times per week. I’ve only just started to move my fingers un-assisted the past couple of days, so I still can’t tie my shoe laces, change nappies, bath the kids or hold anything in my right hand…and to think, I thought it was kind of funny finding out I had broken my hand and not really remembering it…I know one thing for sure though, I sure won’t forget the days after breaking it…
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We (The Rock) sponsored the Tua v Cameron “Fight of the Century” in Hamilton and part of the deal included a ringside table valued at a whopping $15,000 and even though the fight was short and sweet– the atmosphere in the stadium justified the price-tag and some…nothing short of electrifying.
So after dining on fine food and free wine for over 7 hours a bunch of us headed into Hamilton City for the official after party – I knew I was getting a little tipsy that later on in the night when I found myself on stage in a bar…singing in a band …and it became abundantly clear, pretty quickly, that I was the only person in the bar that thought I sounded O for Awesome too– the rest of the evening was a bit of a blur – I do remember the kind gentle bouncer dragging me outside, I remember a few verbal pleasantries being exchanged…(apparently I can get a little cocky and arrogant when pissed, Ingrid says) and then I have vague flashbacks of me sliding down a wet footpath like a bowling ball on a slippery lane...
So after a politely thanking the bouncer for throwing me – I rounded the night off with a few games of pool, a couple more drinks and a long drunken walk back to the motel.
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I knew something wasn’t quite right when I jumped in the shower the following morning and felt sharp pains shooting through my wrist whiled I tried to wash my hair and by the time I got back to Auckland that afternoon, my hand had almost doubled in size and was really quite painful at this stage. Ingrid drove me to A&E and the docs confirmed that I had a broken my scaphoid in my right wrist - and shortly afterwards dropped the pleasant news that due to the severity of the break, I had to have surgery later on that week to get a couple of pins inserted…
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So after a couple of days of getting the piss taken by everyone at work – I headed into surgery. Thankfully I was first on the list for the day, so it was nice and early when I went into theatre – the operation took a couple of hours and after waking up and spending an hour in recovery, I was allowed to go home. Ingrid picked me up and we stopped for a coffee and some lunch – I was even talking about the Music Awards that night and feeling up to going! I still felt a little dazed from surgery so decided to have a bit of kip in the afternoon…I slept for about an hour and then woke with what felt like lightening bolts surging through arm – going from the tips of my fingers to the base of my elbow – I’ve never had surgery so I wasn’t sure if this was a normal reaction or if I was just being a bit of a soft-cock, so I downed a few pain killers. Instead of nullifying the pain, it seemed to increase it…I couldn’t touch my arm by this stage and was trembling, as white as a ghost and felt like throwing up – Ingrid rushed me back to Hospital and they admitted me straight away. As it turned out I had developed a rare reaction called R.N.S. (Regional Nerve Syndrome) – It happens sometimes when the anesthetic wears off too quickly and the nerves don’t have enough time to register or react properly – so then the nerve endings start freaking out a little and become extremely heightened and super sensitive– and believe me – having nerves that are freaking out to that point, ain’t pretty! I spent the next couple of days in hospital feasting on combinations of morphine drips, nerve pills and pretty sweet painkillers.
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Thankfully Nicci (Ingrid’s mum) had come to stay for the week which turned out to be a blessing as she became the built in care giver for the kids while Ingrid ran around looking after her leper husband…
I’ve had my arm re-cast since theatre and I have to attend hand physio a couple of times per week. I’ve only just started to move my fingers un-assisted the past couple of days, so I still can’t tie my shoe laces, change nappies, bath the kids or hold anything in my right hand…and to think, I thought it was kind of funny finding out I had broken my hand and not really remembering it…I know one thing for sure though, I sure won’t forget the days after breaking it…
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You can take the boy out of Hamilton...-
The only good part of hospitals...visits!-
Max happy to see his old man home
You think Sophie likes her Ice-Cream?
Max happy to see his old man home-
You think Sophie likes her Ice-Cream?Brad
Friday, October 2, 2009
Saturday, September 19, 2009
Sunday, September 13, 2009
What's this - Ingrid does her first post since Max is born!
Well nothing like a bit of pressure! Brad said he refused to update until I had done one and the stalemate was getting a bit ridiculous, so I caved. However, now that it has been so long since an update was done I don’t really know where to start. So below is an outline.
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Growing fast-
Family outing down the park
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Max
He is now almost seven months old and I really have no idea where the time has gone. I am trying really hard to just soak up every minute of the day as he is growing so quickly and does something new everyday. But with time flying by he seems to be leaving his babyhood behind so quickly. He is a really good little boy. A great feeder (loves his solids) and sleeper and is pretty chilled out most of the time – as long as his belly is full he will pretty much entertain himself. He ADORES Sophie and just sits and grins at her and just watches everything she does. He has two bottom teeth which popped through about three weeks ago and gave him a bit of hell – he’s certainly a boy when it comes to sickness or pain!
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Sitting up quite nicely by himself now-
The two of them playing togther in the blow-up boat
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Birthday party at her best friend Issac's house
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Showing off her beautiful 'strawberry blond' locks
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Swing time!
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Great idea - making trains from boxes and chew-chewing arounds all day
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On the Bula Bus - cruising the resorts...life was very tough for 4 days..
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What we did most of...yip - bugger all!- justing chilling at the pool...
Last night in Fiji - we even ran into freinds and ended up having dinner on the beach!
Nana did a sensational job!
Ingrid xx
The two of them playing togther in the blow-up boat-
Sophie
Loves her brother and totally mothers him, making sure he has his favourite toy in his hands at all times and picks up after him when he drops something. She can get a bit rough with him, but I guess that is just because she is bigger and isn’t aware she is being a bit boisterous. Her vocabulary is coming along really well and has a lovely sense of humour which is really sweet to see and is a really good girl most of time. She still goes to Kids Klub and is now one of the big girls who gets to boss around the littlies (although she likes to mother them all too really). Her bottom has been good now for about six weeks (in fact ever since we moved from the last house), so it has been such a relief for Brad and I. She has a ‘boy’ friend called Isaac who goes to her Kids Klub and she says he is her ‘best’ friend! They are really sweet together and he too has red hair!
Loves her brother and totally mothers him, making sure he has his favourite toy in his hands at all times and picks up after him when he drops something. She can get a bit rough with him, but I guess that is just because she is bigger and isn’t aware she is being a bit boisterous. Her vocabulary is coming along really well and has a lovely sense of humour which is really sweet to see and is a really good girl most of time. She still goes to Kids Klub and is now one of the big girls who gets to boss around the littlies (although she likes to mother them all too really). Her bottom has been good now for about six weeks (in fact ever since we moved from the last house), so it has been such a relief for Brad and I. She has a ‘boy’ friend called Isaac who goes to her Kids Klub and she says he is her ‘best’ friend! They are really sweet together and he too has red hair!
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Birthday party at her best friend Issac's house-
Showing off her beautiful 'strawberry blond' locks-
Swing time!-
Great idea - making trains from boxes and chew-chewing arounds all day-
Fiji
Thanks so much to Christine and Nicky who looked after Max and Sophie while Brad and I selfishly went off sunning ourselves in Fiji. We stayed at the Hilton on Denerau and just had the most beautiful time. We relaxed and slept and drank and swam and walked and basically forgot for a couple of days that we had the responsibility of children. (Although we did miss them dreadfully), But by all accounts they didn’t really miss us and were very well behaved.
Thanks so much to Christine and Nicky who looked after Max and Sophie while Brad and I selfishly went off sunning ourselves in Fiji. We stayed at the Hilton on Denerau and just had the most beautiful time. We relaxed and slept and drank and swam and walked and basically forgot for a couple of days that we had the responsibility of children. (Although we did miss them dreadfully), But by all accounts they didn’t really miss us and were very well behaved.
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On the Bula Bus - cruising the resorts...life was very tough for 4 days..-
What we did most of...yip - bugger all!- justing chilling at the pool...-
View from our room...arh, I wish we were back there!
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Brad and I
Brad is busy as at work with survey and I am busy at home running the house and cleaning up after a family! I guess at some stage I will probably have to look for another job – but at least I have a good excuse at the moment to stay at home and look after my babies and that is that the employment market is pretty lean on the ground at the moment! So that is about it at the moment. To my friends that have been emailing me. I am so sorry I haven’t replied for ages, but have been having problems with my email and haven’t been able to get anything sent – hopefully by the end of next week I will be able to get in touch.
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Last night in Fiji - we even ran into freinds and ended up having dinner on the beach!-
Nana did a sensational job!-
Ingrid xx
Sunday, August 16, 2009
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