The Artist and the Inventor

I feeling like starting all my blogs with "So you know when the kids do / say... etc etc"

So I will.

So you know how kids say the most adorable amazing things - often completely out of left field. Well this happened to me this week (maybe Thursday morning).

Our family is moving back to Brisbane in January and we've been letting the kids in on it bit by bit. Some stuff they understand - like we'll be closer to Nan and Grandad and living in our old house (old in more ways than one unfortunately). Some stuff they don't get, for example, "O" told me all the people he wanted at his next Birthday party [which occurs when we're back in Bris] and listed all this Adelaide friends...

On the particular morning in question I was explaining to "S" & "O" how I'll be getting a new job - this fascinated them as I have worked at my organisation for over 17 years - given they are 6 yrs and 4 yrs it is needless to say that they have only ever know me to work at YYYY (not it's real name... =]). So they asked if I would do the same job as now but just be in Brisbane - I said no, a different job. They said will you just work for PPPP (a different brand of YYYY's that I worked in previously - and again I explained, no it will be a different job altogether with a different organisation.

They thought on this for a few moments.

I told them I was looking for a job in Brisbane and could do lots of different things but just not what I was doing now (all that they'd ever know of me). Then "O" says carefully, "You could be an inventor". He was completely serious. A moment later "S" advises me that I could be an Artist; she was full of confidence in her Daddy.

I looked at them both and felt such a sense of pride (after the initial amazement) - a parent wants to instil a sense of aspiration in their kids; the 'If I work hard I can be anything I want' mindset and here they were expecting that for me - suggesting creative and intelligent career options for me; reminding me to dream big and be the best that I can be. Gotta love 'em.

I can be anything I want to be - although those that know me best may be surprised to see me being an Artist and Inventor.

Thanks for the inspiration kids!

PK

26th

Morning World


I woke to a bed full of children this morning. On my mind was the inside of my eyelids. 


Somewhere behind that were thoughts of getting up and exercising - of making something of the day - of making something the of weekend. Further back but quite strong were thoughts of change - of moving - of how will we make it happen?


Then to help me out of my slumber (but not by request) a book about bears was thrust upon my face as the body of a 4 year old boy was thrust onto my tummy - oommfff. Once I get got over the shock it made me smile; so I read to him about Borris, Billy, Bertha (and many other "B" bears). Its actually a nice way to start a day.

Exercise = not right now (if at all today...)


We head out of mummy and daddy's room with breakfast on our minds - oh, and there's another child in a cot somewhere. My mistake was to set the others up for breakky whilst the 2nd youngest entertained Willow in her cot... outcome below - hilarious and infuriating at the same time: I choose to let hilarious win out and pluck Willow up for her nappy change - the mess can wait (a life motto of mine it seems).

So somewhere in between the nappy and writing this we've all had breakfast, mummy has been to the gym and I've vacuumed the living area and kitchen and then given the kids morning tea after they watched 2 DVD's. 


Who knows what the rest of the day will hold...!

Sunday

Welcome back to the occasionally (ever so occasionally) rockin' socks blog.

It seems I have not blogged for about 10 months; in that time the following has happened;

• Took a team from my work to compete in the national finals of the KFC Olympics
• MC'd the awards dinner at the above (rocked it!)
• Turned a year older
• Watched a lot of late night TV (Loving Parks & Recreation among others)
• Got an iPhone
• Got addicted to Twitter
• Had a huge 3 week driving holiday (7,000kms & 4 states)
• Became (even more) proud of my wife as she nails her fitness kick (goodbye 28kgs)
• Went to a great mates great wedding
• Watched with pride as my daughter learnt to ride a bike!

I'll probably try to blog a bit more moving forward...

Monday

- Got new wheels and bearings for my mal-skate. It's good to get back out and cruise around. Need to be on a bit more to get some of my old tricks back...

- Going to a golf driving range tomorrow - should be fun, haven't done that in years!

- Is $100 a lot to pay for meeting room hire for only 4 hours?

- Mem Fox is a very good children's author

- Jodi Picoult is a very good grown ups author

Happy Monday - may your socks keep rocking...

S t R

Merry and more

Hi Team

Welcome back. I'd like to belatedly introduce my fourth child... born in Aug 2010 WILLOW EVIE is doing really well. Adored by her big sisters and brother she has slotted in to the family beautifully (I love newborn's - they just lie there...[from a Dad's p.o.v. at least]).

It was pretty cool how she came into the world; if you'll indulge me I'll share the story.

Background:
We live is SA with no family within 1,000kms. The plan was that Mrs Rockin' Socks's Mum would come down from QLD about a week before her due date. This was essential so the other kids have supervision while I support my lovely wife with the pushing. There were 2 local friends (Mum's from Stella's school) who we had as back up at a stretch [more acquaintances at that stage].

The Action:
2 weeks early; 2am. Yes, 2 weeks early - 2am. All of the above plans went out the window... contractions!

"Dad is it the middle of the night?" was the quizzical sleepy enquiry I received from Stella as I carried her out to the car; PJ's, Lambie and all. So by about 3am I had a 17 month old, 3 year old, 4 year old, hospital bag and woman in hard-core labour loaded in the car and was racing up the expressway towards Flinders Hospital. (Side note - for those that know Adelaide's south with it's famous one way expressway, I was stoked to get it going in our favour (north) at this time of morning).

Into the the emergency bay we haul - Megs out, kids stay. I help her get admitted and support her to about the second door through - told her I'd meet her up in the birthing suite and she somehow comprehended. Keep in mind she had been doing some serious dilating in the car (for the Mum's - 'correct', the car is not the best place to get from 1 to 10cm).

Me - back out to car. Kids - wide awake watching an Ambulance unpack another patient (good learning for them I'm sure). Move car out of emergency bay to car park. Find a park, get out the stroller and nappy bag, and jackets, and toys, and a blanket or two (who knows how long we'll be in here for...?) Me - carrying one, pushing another in the stroller, giving strict directions to the other to 'stay on the path', 'don't touch that', 'push the 3 button'... Did I mention it's somewhere around 3am.

Get up to the Maternity Ward - get let in. Whole family in Meg's birthing suite, midwives bemused (sort of supportive). Realise it's not the best place for a 17 month old when the waters break! So, off I trot stroller, 3 small kids and all to find a waiting room. Bonus, it is closed in, has a TV and not much else that the kids can mess up or break. "Why don 't you try lying down and going back to sleep", I foolishly request. I casually spend 5 minutes settling them and then duck out to see Megs. No sooner do I walk in the door than the magic moment happens. I reach her side just in time to see the first tufts of Willow's hair - magnificent; Birth is truly a miracle. In no time at all I was craddling my 4th little bundle of joy! As per the other three I have to be prompted to tell Megs what sex she was. And as per the other three I get to cut the umbilical cord. After that I got my camera. Such proud parents were we!

Oh the other kids. Yeah - I shot back over to them and shared the good news. I gave the midwives a few minutes to get Megs and Willow organised and then we all went in for cuddles! A truly family affair. Willow had met her entire family within 5 minutes of being born.

Yup she was a good size as you can see (4.455kgs - thats 9lb 13).

Then me and the non-baby kids went home and crawled into bed at 6am. Poor Stella (our oldest) still had to go to Kindy in the morning. But it was great that she got to take some cool photos of her & Willow togther with her to Kindy to show off.

There are lots of great moments with newborns; first baths; big sister's cuddles and big brother & sister kisses;

So that is the story of Willow - the light of my life (well one of 5 lights really).

Until next time - may your socks ROCK and keep your feet warm.

S t R