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The Endless Summer

In Perth we’re going into our second week of temperatures above 35 degrees, I don’t know the exact stats since I don’t like to look at the forecast because it’s depressing how many long, hot days are forecast ahead of us still! The evenings & nights have been quite warm too, so there’s been little respite from the heat. It’s been too hot to be outside with the children during large parts of the day so we’ve spent much of the last week or so indoors and now the children have a lot of pent up energy.

Since this heatwave started we have been to a couple of homeschool meets involving swimming at the river or beach and yesterday Bean and I took them to a public pool which uses up a bit of energy, but it’s still not enough compared to the energy they could be spending. The Bubble (3.5yrs), in particular, is very high energy and she’s suffering. We’re at a tricky point where Babyman (14 months) is a bit too little to be comfortably outside for long periods of time, after 15 minutes he’s dripping with sweat, he’s already breastfeeding several times each hour as it is when we’re being sedentery inside and I’m finding it hard to keep both myself and him hydrated so we tend not to spend a lot of time outdoors. Last Friday I think he had a touch of heat stroke, he was quite listless and he vomitted (in the bank – yay!) late in the arvo.

So, because of this heat we spend a lot of our time indoors at the moment. Being confined to the airconditoned loungeroom things can get tense very quickly and we’ve apparently exhausted our tolerance for indoor activities like blocks, painting/drawing at the table, reading, roleplaying etc.

Last Friday morning, sick of the house bound routine, I took the children to a large shopping mall near us. I didn’t have any shopping to do, I just took them there because it’s an airconditioned space that is larger than our loungeroom! I put Babyman on my back in the ergo where he slept for most of the time, and took The Bubble for walks up and down the malls, in and out of the shops. We got a balloon on a stick and made a complaint to centre management about their slackness in enforcing non smoking areas at the entrances, ate some sushi and came home again.

On rising The Bubble is always asking for food, even before she says “Good morning”, so we usually prepare breakfast immediately. For the last couple of days though we’ve been preparing a quick snack to tide her over for a little while and then heading straight outside for some play time before it gets too hot. By 8-9am we’re back inside and I’m running a cool bath for the children to wash the black garden dirt off them. I hold off on putting the aircon on for as long as is comfortable, once Babyman starts sweating it goes on for 15-20 minutes to cool the room down, then it goes off again for an hour or so until the room is hot again… repeat ad infinitum. I’m reluctant to use the aircon, but I’m also reluctant to have an overheated baby attached to my breast all day long, so I attempt to strike a balance between the two.

Looking out the front window at the guinea pigs in their hucth under the one tree that provides complete shade all day, reminding myself it’s nearly time to put a new ice brick in the hutch, I feel soft. I don’t need aircon, but my goodness I am grateful for it right now. I’d really like one of those industrial size pedestal fans, I think that would cool us down very efficiently and limit the “need” for the aircon.

In between trying to manage our comfort with things like homemade sorbet for dinner, aircon, icey smoothies & cool baths I’ve been dreaming more & more of relocating to cooler places. I just know I wasn’t designed to live in Perth, the land of the endless Summer!

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Adventures in cubby building

Bean has built a cubby in a corner of the backyard. I haven’t helped much, I’ve bossed him around a bit, but I haven’t done any of the building.

I did push a compressor around over the limestone road base and sprinkle some cement dust over the top of it before squirting it with the house. That was AFTER Bean moved 3 cubic metres of the stuff single handedly.

It’s not quite finished yet, but here’s a few shots…

The old termite eaten chook house - it wasn't hard to pull this down!

It now has a roof, and the hand rails have been started. Hand rails need finishing and we need to chuck some more paint at it. We’ll also be adding a sand pit underneath the cubby, a slide from the platform and hanging some swings to complete the playground.

I’m really looking forward to finishing this. I never had a cubby as a kid and always wanted one. I hope our children love it…

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A natural learning wishlist

I’ve been thinking a little about things I’d like to get our family to facilitate some natural learning.

We’ve got an impressive craft drawer, to which I’d like to add some tempera paints (powdered paints) which would be good for mixing up paints & colouring home made playdough.

I’d also like to get annual passes to the Perth Zoo & Scitech, they’d get us into the zoo or Scitech an unlimited number of times each year. Imagine the fun we could have with those!

We have plenty of games, craft and toys to keep us occupied inside but there’s room for improvement in the outside toys department. Representatives of the outside toys department include a ride on car (yes, our hippy child really does have a BMW, my Mum bought it), a trike (Mum also bought that, thanks Mum), and one of those plastic baby swings. I’d really like to get some sports equipment too. Simple stuff like balls and rackets. I’d also like to get some garden tools that are an appropriate size for The Bubble now that we’ll be moving back to our old place and getting stuck into gardening again.

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Brunswick Show 2010

We went to the Brunswick Show at the weekend to see my younger sister show our Uncle’s cows. My sister is now living in Victoria so it’s lovely to have her back in WA for a quick visit. We’re feeling a bit spoilt actually because she’d just visited at the start of the month to show the cows at the Perth Royal Show. I didn’t watch much of the cattle judging at Brunswick, I’d seen them all at Perth Show and I don’t really understand how it all works like my sisters do. Instead we opted to take the kids around the show, it was a bit overwhelming. It was crowded and there were very few animals on display which surprised me. We took our sproggets and my older sister’s sproggets for a ride on some of the kiddyland rides & saw a friend who was working on the rides. It would have been a long and overstimulating day for him. I felt exhausted after a couple of hours in the kiddyland section! I didn’t realise how long it would take to give each child 4 rides…

The Bubble on a big, inflatable slide.

Cousin A & The Bubble on the kangaroo ride

Our nephew was a scared of all of the rides excepting one little carousel-esque ride that went slowly and tamely around in a circle. It made me dizzy to watch him go around but he loved it so I watched him go around for 2 rides. He ended up forfeiting a ticket on the inflatable slide because he had one slide and decided it was too scary and we gave his fourth ticket to our niece to use for a second turn on the slide. We were very careful not to pressure him to ride. The internal conflict he had going on was hard enough on him. He would get in line for a ride, then decide he didn’t want to ride and cry and beg us not to make him, to which we’d reply he didn’t have to ride at all and it was ok. It was clear he wanted to join in with The Bubble and his older sister but he was so overwhelmed. Bless. We saw some terrible displays of pressure from parents of very young children. It was sad to see a little boy crying on the ride while his parents laughed at him and took photos that they intended to use “to embarrass him at his 21st” :(

After the rides we headed back to the cattle lanes for lunch. I managed to knock a mug off a jerry can and slice my finger on the broken pieces so had a quick trip to the first aid post before finishing lunch. Then when the cattle judging was finished we went for another wander with my sisters (including honorary sister Laura), the sproggets and my Mum. We got icecream & had a look at some quilts, cakes, flower arrangements, prize winning vegetables, photos & prize winning lego constructions (no, I’m not kidding about the lego).

Mum bought the kids a little pinwheel each, I wish we’d been able to capture the look of pure, simple delight on The Bubble’s face when she was first given hers.

Cousin J & The Bubble with their pinwheels

Delighted with her pin wheels

We bought a little Bertie Beetle showbag (which we found out is owned by Nestle, after the fact… verrry frustrating since we boycott Nestle) which just completed a perfect day at the show for The Bubble. On the way back from Brunswick to our Uncle’s farm for dinner she just couldn’t keep herself awake…

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Housework + Parenting = Too Hard (Laundry) Basket?

So, as boring as a post about housework is, I hope this will serve as a reminder to me when I feel overwhelmed by the responsibility of parenting and being the responsible adult who keeps the house in order*.

When I first moved out of my Mum’s house into my own home I didn’t mind housework. I didn’t do it much because there was always something more fun to do, but I always kept my house fairly clean because I like it that way. When my environment is chaotic my mind is also chaotic.

Since becoming a mother I’ve discovered that I really dislike housework. I don’t like it simply because it needs doing and I feel like I don’t have the time to do it. When I didn’t have children, it was easier to find the time to do it. When I didn’t have children there wasn’t so much housework to do in the first place! When I didn’t have children there was no one to follow me around untidying everything I tidied**!

It’s not the housework chores themselves that I dislike, it’s the fact that they compete with my children for my time. I keep getting stuck in this mindset that I don’t have the time to parent and keep the house clean as well. I start thinking that it’s one or the other, which just doesn’t work for me because I need my home to be clean and (somewhat) ordered so my mind can be clean and (somewhat) ordered.

Some people suggest ignoring housework because it’s less important to have a clean house than it is to have happy children. I agree, wholeheartedly. However, a clean house is still important to me, never as important as my children, but I believe I should be able to have a clean house and plenty of time to actively parent too! So I’ve come up with a couple of strategies to help us stay on top of housework.

Hour of Power!

This is my favourite one :)

When I was living in community in the year before I had The Bubble we had to share a small space between about 20 people. We shared the same domestic sized outdoor kitchen, indoor loungeroom & outdoor eating area. We had a dormitory style sleeping house with rooms we shared with one other person. It was a real test to live so closely with a large group of people. Every Monday afternoon, after our morning work in the gardens and after our lunch, we would do what was called “hour of power”.

The idea behind HoP was simple. We all did our weekly chores at the same time so:

  • We all felt more motivated to work because we weren’t the only ones working.
  • When we were all finished our job we could enjoy the whole space being totally clean and tidy for a while, before we messed it all up again ;)

Now, in our home, we’ve adopted the HoP. Monday evenings are our regular HoP time, although it’s flexible if something else comes up on a Monday evening. In reality it takes longer than one hour when all the weekly chores are divided up between 2 adults, especially when we’ve got 2 small friends who like to help. We find though that it’s so lovely to have the whole house clean after the weekend.

Weekends are times when we are too busy enjoying exploring our world with each other to bother with being very tidy, so Mondays can be a bit of a chaotic day at our house. The children (and I) tend to take that day to adjust to Bean being back at work during the day & the mess of the weekend just seems to compound that sense of dis-order. We often have a day sleep on Mondays so bed time can be pushed back a bit later and when Bean gets home from work we both just get cracking on changing bedding, vacuuming, mopping, cleaning the bathroom & toilet, cleaning the kitchen and general tidying inside & outside.

It’s so wonderful at the end of a Monday to crawl into bed for clean sheets night knowing we’ll be waking to a clean house in the morning. I think I sleep better on Monday nights :)

Laundry

Laundry is one of those jobs that just has to be done regularly or a small pile of clothes becomes Mount Washmore & it seems insurmountable! Using cloth nappies means we have to wash them every couple of days or we run out of nappies too. Laundry is quite a pleasant job when the sun is shining though (which it is most days in Perth). The Bubble is always happy to potter around outside while I hang the washing out, especially if I give her a bucket of soapy water to play with before I get started. Babyman is usually happy to crawl around at my feet and explore the wonders hidden in the grass under the clothes line for a little while, though he’s becoming less happy with that lately which has made it trickier to get the washing hung out. He loves water play also, so this morning I put a bucket of water under the clothes line and he played with that for long enough that I could get one dry load off the line and one wet load on the line before he let me know he was over it. I hope that strategy continues to be effective for both of them.

Folding the clean, dry clothes and linen is the part of the laundry that I dislike the most. It’s awesome once it’s done, but it’s not awesome while I’m doing it. I find this part of the laundry easier if I fold the clothes as I take them off the line, before I put them into the washing basket. It takes a little longer but the clothes don’t get wrinkled and they don’t end up sitting in a pile for the next few days while I avoid folding. This way I can just take them straight from the line to the cupboard without double handling.

Dishes

I use the same tactic here as I do with the laundry. The Bubble loves water play, so she gets to rinse the dishes after I’ve washed them. She loves helping. Her chest puffs out with pride and she says,

“I did it!”

It takes a lot longer to get the dishes done this way, but it’s much less stressful.

While we do the dishes Babyman is either cruising around on the kitchen floor playing with toys, doors and drawers or he’s in the ergo on my back if he’s wanting to be close & in on the action.

The end of day tidy up

Both Bean and I had mothers who did heaps for us as kids. That was awesome, but it did lead to us expecting our Mums to pick up after us all the time, and we did treat them like our slaves which wasn’t nice. We’re trying to instill a habit of clean as you go in our kids (& ourselves!) & we’re trying to involve them in tidying up at the end of each day. When their toys are packed away in their baskets (one for blocks, one for play cloths, one for play kitchen stuff, one for toy animals, one for instruments etc.) they seem to play with them more, when their play space is cluttered and disorganised they seem to avoid it.

While one of us is making dinner the other will whip around with the children and put story books back on the shelf, pack toys into their baskets, collect dirty laundry & take it to the washing baskets, tidy up the craft box etc.

* Obviously I’m not solely responsible for the housework because I am not a single parent & I don’t believe housework is the domain of the stay at home parent in a family, but given that Bean is working out of the home & is away for 11-12 hours M-F it does come down to me to do the day-to-day housekeeping. He helps when he’s home, and he picks up the slack if I’ve been unable to keep on top of it during the days and it’s starting to stress me out.

**Contrary to the tone of this post, I don’t follow my kids around picking up after them all day long, we play and we enjoy making mess, then we clean it up if we have time & the mood is right, or we leave it until Bean gets home if it’s all too hard. Please believe me when I say I’m not a weirdy clean-freak!

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Toy weapons and war play

I have been pondering toy guns over the last few days as my daughter saw children playing with toy guns for the first time a few days ago. She has not mentioned it, she didn’t ask what they were and on the surface it appears not to have affected her. It has affected me though, it has reminded me yet again that as my children get older I know I will begin to encounter difficult situations where they are exposed to things I would prefer they were not exposed to. Things that they may ask me about, things that I would like to be able to discuss without giving judgement laden responses. I know also that children are so very perceptive and even though she’s not mentioned seeing the toy guns, she would have noticed them and they would have made some kind of impact.

I’m not comfortable with toy weapons. Increasingly so as I become more involved in the refugee rights movement again, this time with more personal involvement with people whose lives have been torn apart by war. Often literally, with many refugees having prosthetic limbs because they’ve stepped on land mines. People who are very traumatised by their experiences with real weapons, real violence.

I feel that toy guns (and, in fact, all toy weapons) are a glorification of war, and I feel that war is… I actually can’t even articulate the sorrow and anger I feel with regard to war. I can’t see anything positive in war. I am committed to non-violence. That certainly doesn’t mean I am never violent, I am very ashamed to acknowledge that I have yelled at my children in anger on several occasions, that I have handled my children roughly when I’ve strapped them into their car seat or pulled them roughly away from a game before they’re ready. My committment to non-violence is a committment to work on ways to address my anger issues (of which I have many), to learn to express anger in a healthy way, to reprogramme my default behaviour when faced with a stressful or anger-inducing situation. For myself, for the people I love, and for people I don’t even particularly like I am committed to non-violence.

I know it’s naive to wish I could protect my children from all exposure to violence when we live in a culture that is quite numb to it. Violence for entertainment, violence on the news. Even without a television or electronic games they’ll be exposed to it in our society, often in very subversive ways. I feel very sad though, that children even know what guns are, that they can conceive to pretend that an inanimate object is a gun when a toy gun is not available.

I have a stance against dolls that represent an unhealthy body image (Barbie, Bratz etc) & princessification (thanks Siobhan), and I feel that my stance against toy guns comes from a very similar place.

I wish to express to my children, through my rejection of certain toys & imagery, that some ideas including (but not limited to) war, “beauty” as media/dominant westernised culture portrays it, intolerance of (racial, physical, sexual, gendered, cultural etc.) differences go against my ethics.

I’m also wary of imposing my own ethics on my children as I know that I’m not necessarily right and I know that other people have very different ethics from me. I know, for example, that some people who I love dearly believe that my choice to consume animal products is unethical. Even though I am very conscious of where the animal products I consume come from (organic & biodynamic farming practices, raising backyard chooks to kill ourselves), these people who I love, who also love me, do not agree with me on this one. Despite differences in our value systems, we’re able to respect each other, and while I value that so much I do think that unconditional acceptance is something of a myth for me, I must be honest about that. I love to believe in unconditional acceptance but I don’t know if I am infallible enough to actually accept everything my children may choose unconditionally in much the same way that I am committed to non-violence despite being unable to control violent tendencies in myself completely (yet).

I believe I will always love my children, regardless of choices they may make in future that I don’t agree with. If I’m honest though, I know I would feel very disappointed if either of my children chose to engage in war in any way (for example). I believe I would still love them unconditionally, yet I believe I may not be able to unconditionally accept some choices they make. Of course this is all theorising right now, I can’t know how I would respond if not faced with the situation. I would hope that even when my children make choices I don’t agree with that I would be able to keep my mouth shut if I have nothing helpful or constructive to say, but then, it’s all down to perspective isn’t it? I may think that vocalising my displeasure at their choice is helpful and constructive, while they may not.

I know that for now, while I am our children’s primary care-giver I will not allow toy guns in our home because I do not wish to normalise war by accepting war play into our daily lives. I wish that it was not a scenario I have to ponder but I like to think that if I see my children engaging in war play I would use it as an opening to discuss my values regarding war in an age appropriate manner. I don’t think it’s helpful to shame them, or other children, for engaging in war play. I think that making a big deal of it could actually have an effect opposite to the desired effect of squashing any interest in war play, turning it into the forbidden fruit instead. With real, honest information I feel confident my children will make informed choices as they grow up, I just wish I didn’t feel so nervous about it!

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Bedsheets + Blankets + Hills Hoist = Fun!

I’ve been struggling a lot with the children at home on my own for the last couple of weeks. Liam has started a new job so he is away from the house longer than he used to be. Before he was getting home at around 4pm each week day, now he’s not home until 5.30-6pm & that extra 1.5-2hrs each day makes a big difference to me and the children. The Bubble definitely notices that he’s not home when he used to be. It’s been quite stressful adapting to this new time table & unfortunately we’ve had more horrid days than good days.

Last Friday I decided I’d had enough of the horrid days so I decided to grab the bull by the horns and turn the horrid beast around! I knew we needed an activity and it needed to be EXCITING! FUN! DIFFERENT! It needed to occupy several hours.

So we made a cubby out of old bedsheets, blankets and the very wonky hills hoist out the back. I’ve never made a cubby with The Bubble before, she’s only just begun playing imaginitive play games & she’s been saying things like,

“This is my house…”

The Bubble in front of her wonky little house.

Making a cubby with her seemed like a perfect way to spend an afternoon and Babyman was happy to join in too.

We spent the afternoon making crowns out of pegs…

… and buckets…

… wildcrafting weeds for lunch…

… cuddling guinea pigs…

… trying to eat the camera… (ok, maybe “we” didn’t do that, but Babyman did)

… and generally having a good time!

The cubby was a hit, we spent at least 3 hours playing with it & then it was time to get in the car & pick Liam up from work. Normally he’d catch a bus home but I was going to a Rock Quiz Night with a friend so I wanted to make sure I had time to get a plate of snacks and a costume together in time.

I rummaged through the dress up box & found a pair of bell bottom flares & a hot pink zebra print cowboy hat so I decided to go as Dolly Parton circa 1974.

Liam found me a blonde wig at the weirdly ecclectic little shop down the road while I got the rest of the costume together.

We had a great time at the quiz night, turned out that I knew another couple who were on our table from days pre-kids. Liam & the kids were fine at home without me, Babyman coped without my boobs for 6hrs (though they were certainly Dolly Parton-esque by the end of the night & I was very glad to be home & breastfeeding him for some relief after it all).

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Whatever happened to the craft box?

I went to a UFO (unfinished objects) Monday at the Quilting Matters studio last night. It was nice to have a bit of an outlet after such an emotionally intense weekend. I got back into the quilt I’m making for The Bubble for the first time since before Babyman was born. I managed to make up another 5 finished blocks (6.5 inch squares) and 9 almost finished blocks 2 sides of the border left to do, I’ll be able to chain piece them together in no time, so I’m happy with that.

I’ll ask Liam to get some pictures of the blocks I’ve sewn so far. I worked out today that I’ll need to make 26 blocks of each of the 6 colours (pinks, oranges, yellows, greens, blues & purples) – 2 rows of 13 blocks – in order to make the queen sized quilt I’m planning to make. That will all make much more sense when I have pictures to share. Of the 156 blocks I need to make I’ve made 56 (excluding the almost finished blocks I made last night). Even though she’s only 3 I’ve decided to make a queen sized quilt because it’ll still fit over a single bed but she can use the quilt on a larger bed if she wants to keep using it as an older child or an adult.

So, now to the inspiration for the title of this post…

The contents of The Bubble's craft box on the lounge room floor...

We went to a fabric store today to buy a couple of new blades for my rotary cutter so I can keep cutting up blocks and to get a little bit more fabric for the quilt, while we were there The Bubble was talking about craft and I told her we’d play with her craft box when we got home. She had a fat time crafting and it didn’t take THAT long to clean up in the end, so it was worth it. We just had to make sure the chunky baby didn’t get too close lest he choke on googly eyes or eat pony beads…

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Compassion Caravan (before)

This weekend we’re going on a bus trip with 20 odd people (yes, we’re all very odd :P) from the Refugee Rights Action Network. An 850km bus trip to Leonora and back (1700km round trip) to visit families of asylum seekers being held in detention.

For info on the purpose of the caravan, see here.

We’ve been on a convergence with RRAN before, in 2005, a much longer one. We went to the Baxter Immigration Detention Centre in Port Augusta, South Australia. In 2005 we didn’t have children though. Actually, in 2005 we weren’t in a relationship either, Liam did sit next to me on the way there though…

So, given that we’re not childless, single people anymore, there is a lot more for us to consider this time around, it’s not as simple as packing our clothes/tent/snacks & hoping for the best. We’ve got a 3 year old child & a baby to entertain in the confines of a bus, a bus that we’re sharing with another 15-20 people.

Babyman doesn’t require much in the way of entertaining yet, he’s not really very mobile & basically as long as he has free access to boobs, cuddles & regular clean nappies he’s pretty happy. The Bubble on the other hand, she’s 3 & VERY high energy. I’ve thought a lot about what things we can do with her on the bus to keep her occupied for the 20 (or more?!) hours we’ll be bussing for.

I’ve bought her some new story books, which she was about due for anyway, because new is often more captivating when it comes to story books for 3 year olds. Her favourite of the new story books is her copy of The Very Hungry Caterpillar by Eric Carle.

I’ve made her a craft kit. I don’t mean to blow my own trumpet but it is AWESOME (toot toot toot)!

I’ve got a clear plastic box with 8 compartments and filled them with:

1. cotton wool balls

2. wooden dolly pegs

3. foam monster shaped stickers

4. colourful plastic pony beads with large, toddler friendly size holes

5. rainbow coloured popsticks

6. different size & shape fabric off-cuts from my quilting stash (yes, there is paisley in there)

7. different size & colour pom poms

8. craft ribbon & goggly eyes

I’ve also got a bag filled with things that didn’t fit in the box:

Sticker sheets with stickers of many different sizes, shapes & colours; multicoloured pipe cleaners; craft glue; scissors; a colouring book; coloured pencils & sharpener; large size, natural (non coloured) popsticks; a large ball of grey yarn for threading beads & other general crafty applications; a pad of scrap paper that Liam made at work to use as a drawing pad.

I’ve deliberately excluded things like glitter & paint because they’re a little too messy for the bus.

Tonight, once The Bubble was in bed Liam made some playdough to include in the activity bag, I suggested he mix lavender essential oil into it, hopefully it’ll act as a calming activity if/when The Bubble needs calming. We have already made 8 batches of playdough in the thermomix last night to give to the children in detention at Leonora. Liam made the playdough & I kneaded the colours & some essential oils into the batches by hand while he got started on each new batch, true production line styles. We made a playdough rainbow…

Red with rose oil, orange with tangerine oil, yellow with lemon oil, green with lime oil, blue with ylang ylang oil, indigo with patchouli oil, violent with lavender oil.

On top of all that stuff for activities we’ve packed about half the clothes they own, we’ll probably not need them, but if we don’t have extra clothes they’ll no doubt be needed. Better to have them in the bag & be able to put them back in the cupboard unused when we get home, than to leave them in the cupboard & curse when we run out of clean, dry kids clothes.

We’ve got awesome snacks for the trip so there’ll be no roadhouse stodge for us. I went to the little organic place just up the road from our house to get enough food for snacks & meals. I’m sure we’ll be rolling off the bus when we get to Kalgoorlie tomorrow night after eating hazelnuts, almonds, cashews, brazil nuts, pistachios, dark chocolate covered cranberries, raw cacao nibs, goji berries, sultanas, roast veg salad, fresh fruit salad (kiwi fruit, red apple, banana, orange, pear), mushrooms, carrot sticks, celery sticks, spicy lentil dip, cold organic beef sausages, avocado, fresh honeycomb & popcorn!

I’ve also got a herbal first aid kit of sorts. I’m not feeling well & since I’d be taking herbs at home, I’ve decided to dispense myself some travel sized herbs. Tinctures of Echinacea, Olive Leaf & Golden Seal plus some essential oils, herbal lozenges for my sore throat & wholefood supplements (bee pollen, barley grass, spirulina etc.)

On that note, massive weekend begins in 8 hours, I need to rest now!

I’ll be taking notes & writing an update on the trip when we get home. Keep an eye on the RRAN website (www.rran.org) over the weekend for live updates.

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