tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-67816578133157834892012-01-10T14:45:26.522+10:00In this house, with three strong minded children, you're not cool unless you're KEWLAlisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06960199428417526306noreply@blogger.comBlogger2321100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6781657813315783489.post-41528631836409452852010-05-02T16:24:00.004+10:002010-05-02T17:30:10.213+10:00

I have had one of those days.TJ had 2 friends for a sleep over for his birthday last night (they were picked up at 10am) so he had a late night and is tired and cranky today. Understandably, he's wanted some space to chill out and play with his new toys, only instead of taking his space in any of the 3 or 4 places where the other kids won't bother him, he's been playing with his new things on the

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Some of you fabulous readers may remember from this post, that I am a survivor of childhood sexual assault. It is something that has shaped my life in many ways, and thankfully, it has turned into an experience that I was able to take something positive from in the form of educating my children and empowering them with self protection knowledge and skills.Even though it is an experience that I

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When you're a kid on the road with a whole bunch of Freaks, sometimes, things can get a little dirty.Like when one of the boy freaks listens to his wife freak giving him directions and they get really really lost and end up on a dirt road and arrive 3 hours late... So he writes this on the back of their car...And especially when you are busting for a pee but there are no toilets for ages and you

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"April fools!!!!!"And now that I have your attention...My name is Alison, and I am a bad blogger.I used to love this blog so much and felt like I was missing out on something really important if I did not get to sit down with it almost daily. The online community I felt part of was like a second family that I'd come to rely on. I've shared so much of my self, of this family and of our journey

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Miss J, "Well, it pretty much happens like this..."Miss F, "Sammi and Mary had sexual intercourse with a turkey baster..."Miss V, "Even though Mary is a vegan...."Miss F, "Yeah and Sammi is really bad at cooking...."Miss J, "But they did good!"Miss V, "Yeah!"Miss F, "And now Mary is growing their baby!"Miss J, "Ah ha. And it is going to come out of her vagina..."Miss V, "And her vagina will never

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Even though 83% is on of the most disgusting statistics on sexual assault I have EVER heard,Even though I am still dumbfounded that meaningful action is, for the most part, non-existent,And even though it sometimes feels like the battle is just too big to fight,My bad mood is lifting.Because you cannot empower others while you are feeling dis-empowered,Because you cannot inspire action while you

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Before my pregnancy with Zy I was running a drama program that included several young adults with disabilities. When I was pregnant with Zy I handed this class over to a friend and colleague. That person has recently been unable to teach, so I have stepped in again, temporarily. As well as the 15 students I know well from the "early days", there are 4 students whom I had not met before. Three of

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Miss J decided to write a song about me today. Last time she wrote a song it was about her two "might as well be" brothers - Mr R and TJ. It was stunningly beautiful and made every adult who heard it cry. So when she said she was writing a song about me, to be honest, I had high hopes.Her brow wrinkled with concentration and she surveyed me with her bright blue eyes. Her head tilted to the left a

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4:30amMiss F, "Mu-um.... If you don't get up now I'm going to stick a knife in the toaster while I try and make breakfast.. Unsupervised."Me, "We don't have a toaster..."Miss F, "Then I'll by one off ebay with your credit card while I go on the computer unsupervised."Me, *Fake snoring*Miss J, "Fine then. We'll take the lesbians breakfast in bed. And we won't knock."Me, "I'm up!!!!!!!"

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A conversation I overheard between Miss V, Miss F and a few other kids at the park...Girl in green: "When I'm 16 my mummy says I can get my ears pierced!"Girl in yellow: "When I'm 16, I'm allowed to go on a plane by myself!"Boy in blue: "When I'm 16 I can drive a car!"Miss V: "When I'm 16, I can join Mensa!"Which is nothing compared to...Miss F: "When I'm 16 I'm allowed to have sex."

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TJ has been with us for almost 5 months now. I adore him, his sense of humour and his good nature, he is the best big brother I could ever have wished for my girls and I am grateful for every moment he is part of our family.TJ's parents live interstate, and although they have a hard time communicating when it comes to feelings and "stuff", they love him very much.By TJ's own description his

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Miss V, "Mum? Did you know that the Chinese believe coffee is poisonous to human bodies? Because I just tipped the coffee down the sink. To help you."

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8:30pmMobile phone ringsUnknown numberMe, ".... Hello..?"Telemarketer, ".................................................. Hello. Mrs [Insert badly pronounced surname here]?"Me, "Maybe.... What are you selling....?"Telemarketer, "Congratulation! (No, that's not a typo, he said congratulation without the s) You have been randomly selected to receive a free anniversary gift from company X [I asked

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In this family, we're big believers in the power of thought - all that think positive, create your own reality, law of attraction, hippy stuff that makes lots of people roll their eyes and others nod in agreement. Thinking thoughts that are uplifting and empowering is something I try to teach the Kewl Kids, and I always try to pass on beliefs to them that will serve them well and help them to

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I've been wondering for the last couple of weeks, why my blogging inspiration seems to be at an all time low. I have wanted to blog, we're back from our Woodford Christmas and the neighbourhood is full of kids on holidays willing to play entertainment committee for my kids on holidays, so I've had time to blog... And it's not like with 5 kids and a gazillion animals and a bunch of visiting circus

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There have been some hysterically funny bits of life with the 5 Kewl kidlets of late... So too kick off blogging in 2010 I thought I'd share a few!Yesterday, Mr R was playing a soccer type game on TJ's nintendo thingy (I know it's called a DS, I just refuse to acknowledge it!). TJ was watching over Mr R's shoulder when all of a sudden he exclaimed,"Woah! You can kick great for a kid with no legs!

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Now, I'm the first to admit that as far as the whole Christmas thing goes - I have never been the biggest fan. The consumer side of the festive season leaves a bad taste in my mouth and I dislike the expectations our society places on people, loading us with feelings of obligation and guilt if we do not conform. Running around like a headless chook consuming "stuff" that for the most part, means

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Things have been pretty busy in the Kewl house of late. Today I have found time to relax a little and actually sit infront of the computer, as opposed to standing over it, head facing the screen and body turned toward the multitude of other things that have been demanding my attention.I've finally found the time, but it seems I've also lost the brain power!So, as five is a pretty special number

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The gorgeous Fe from Fe.. a life was recently awarded an Honest Scrap award. With this, she blogged ten honest things about herself - all of which were heart felt and inspirational! She also passed on this award to three other people, one of them being me... Kewl! Thanks Fe!By accepting this award I need to blog 10 things about myself, and nominate 3 other bloggers.In the spirit of honesty, and

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Miss F was having a mini melt down because her little sister was beating her at a reading task. Miss F cried,"But MUM! It's not FAIR! Miss V is SMARTER than me!"Miss V, genuinely concerned for her big sisters happiness, patted Miss F on the shoulder, and said,"Don't worry, Miss F, you are still smart by association."

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The following is copied directly from an email Miss V has just sent the people who publish our local newspaper. The only thing I changed was her real name to "Miss V", and I was only allowed to help with the spelling of "famous".Dear person who is going to publish my newspaper, My name is Miss V and I would like to make a newspaper that has only good news. Good news is more important than bad

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The Kewl kids and I went to the park yesterday and after a good hour of running around, we decided to go across the road for an ice cream. There was no pedestrian crossing so we walked over to the curb, then - as you do when you have small children - I went into control mode. I picked up Mr R, as I didn't have the pram and his walking is too slow to be safe while crossing the road. I asked Miss J

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Today, for the first time in a long time I was left alone, with no role to play, no hat to wear, no expectations to fulfill.There were no children in the house - so I didn't need to be anyone's mum.I wasn't in the company of anyone - so I wasn't expected to be funny, or freaky, or positive, or social, or interested, or.. anything.I had no work demands - so I didn't need to be 'professional'.But

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Miss V, "Zy is a lucky baby, hey mum?"Me, "Yes, Miss V, he is. What do you think makes him lucky?"Miss V, "He has two birthdays in a row! His body birthday and his spirit birthday."Me, "Yeah, that's pretty lucky."Miss V, "Yeah. But he is luckiest the most a'cause you are his mum and we are his sisters. It's luckiest to be Kewl, you know mum."Me, "I know, Miss V."***Happy birthday darling boy.Love

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It's been a while since I posted a Warrior Wednesday on the Kewl blog. After realising that I was focusing too much on the past, and what was missing, I changed my perspective in order to embrace the present. I have still been writing to Zy, every Wednesday, but in a diary especially for him, where comments and "publicity" are not factors in holding my attention to death and grief and all of the

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Did you know that 1 in 4 girls and 1 in 7 boys are sexually abused in Australia?Did you know that over 30,000 children in Australia were abused last year?Did you know that you can help?

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Or should that be weak 2...Sammi and Miss J's contribution to iHeartFaces - "Blue"

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With 5 children now taking up residence in the Kewl home, you would think I would be somewhat immune to nagging by now, right?Er, wrong.Sammi is a creative genius and graphic whiz. She is also a relentless pain in the bum when she wants something! Sammi takes some pretty spectacular photos of the Kewl kids and she has been harrassing me for months to let her post some on her blog.Well, today I

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Does your child know the difference between good touch and bad touch?Do they also know that good touch can sometimes turn into bad touch?We know that when traffic lights turn from green to red, the cars have to stop because we can see the different coloured lights- But how do you know when good touch turns into bad touch?What happens then?For lots of people, talking to children about protective

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Even though Daddy Kewl is no longer a physical presence in our lives, he spirit still very much present in our family. We love him, we think about him, we talk to him, we share things with him, we write him letters and burn them in the fire to send them to him, we blow bubbles up to him and Zy... And on occasion, I still make him breakfast.It's usually something that happens spontaneously - I'll

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The last few months have been kind of tough for this family. Parts of this toughness have resulted in lots of joy and lots of love coming into our lives. Parts have resulted in a little more healing. Other parts have just been tough.Reading back over the last few months of blog posts, I realised that I've been kind of stuck. Almost every post is about grief or a dead member of our family. Warrior

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Last night I decided I wanted my old blog back. The "purple page" (as the Kewl girls call it) with my favourite header image. I think the only reason it was changed in the first place was because I mentioned something to Sammi about wanting wider columns and wouldn't mind "a bit of a change", then turned my back for 5 minutes! Sammi is a bit of a whirlwind like that, and I am most grateful for

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Parts of today will be happy.Parts of today will be sad.But all day, everyday, we love you.Happy, hippy fathers day to you, Daddy Kewl.

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Dear Zy,Last week Bush Babe commented on WW and mentioned that she loved how you are always high in my heart. Her comment made me smile (thanks BB), because usually what is high in my heart isn't all that visible to the outside world, and I loved that someone else noticed.You may not be here physically, Baby Warrior, but you are still here with me.I still say good morning to you, every day.At

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The amazing Planning Queen recently posted 10 Questions About Dad, as answered by her children and in honor of father's day.I am always looking for ways to include Daddy Kewl in our lives, because even though he's no longer alive, our girls deserve to know their dad. I was a bit nervous about how the girls would go answering questions about their dad, but I'm glad we gave it a go anyway - because

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Dear Zy,I miss you. Every second, of every minute, of every hour, of every day.And I love you. Every second, of every minute, of every hour, of every day.I miss your bio mum, too. We used to have the kind of connection only the very best of friends could conduct. I never, ever thought it was something we would lose. I always thought that no matter what happened - we would come through it

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Miss V, "I just wanted to be in Mr R's pants, that's all!"It doesn't matter that she was referring to the magnetic letter 'I' that fell out of Mr R's pants when I was changing his nappy...I do not ever want to hear Miss V talking about anything being inside a boys pants, ever, ever, again!!!Now, please excuse me while I continue breathing into a paper bag...

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Dear M,When we first met, we were part of our circus family. It was a very large, very extended family - it's volume in numbers matched only by the volume of love generated by it's members.I remember flirting with you across the dinner table at one of our big family get togethers, as eccentric aunts and overprotective uncles raised their watchful eyes at us. The sense of love and security I felt

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"I can't wait until I am five, because Five is way better than four, you know!"Spoken by Miss J, on a daily basis.The above quote is something that in the past, I have had trouble embracing. I am all for having things to look forward to, but I am also big on "living in the moment". I am one of those hippie freaks who doesn't believe in saying "I'll be happy when..."Because if you're not happy now

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The Kewl girls, Sammi, Mary Poppins and I went to the zoo yesterday! I am still not quite sure why we paid to go to a zoo, when we pretty much live in one, but as the youngest member of the Kewl family will tell you - "Sammi turned old!" - so we thought we'd better indulge her a bit.When we arrived, the first thing Miss F spotted was the merchandise shop that you exit through. She squealed with

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Lots of things, actually, but only three of them relating to this post -BronchitisBoyBusyTo put that into full sentences -I have bronchitis, which Miss V affectionately renamed, 'bonk-itis'.We have a temporary new addition to our family in the form of 2 year old Mr R. He is staying with us while his parents are away.Between trying not to cough up my lungs, pretending to keep up with the Kewl

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Warrior Wednesday is at Always Kewl again this week.

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Dear Zy,My thoughts of you are slowly changing shape and form.They are beginning to appear less conventional,Less expected,Less commonly accepted.They are beginning to bring me joy,In place of sadness.They are still shaky,And I'm not quite ready to defend them.Or even to articulate them.But I am enjoying their obscurity.And oh boy, am I admiring your wings.Love always.Me.

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Warrior Wednesday this week is posted at Always Kewl. This is a private blog, and due to some things from the Kewl blog being taken out of context in the past, I wanted a safer place to post this week's Warrior Wednesday.If you don't have access to Always Kewl, but would like to, please let me know you email so I can send you the invite.

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So, we are a home learning family. I always planned to give the girls the option of home learning, and when I could no longer find a day care option I was happy with, we simply made home learning an option a little earlier than I had planned.Now, the girls are happy, and I'm happy, we have loads of fun and the girls are not getting less intelligent, so we remain a proud home learning family.As

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Originally posted at One Second.Well, the latest One Second installation happened last night, and I must say it went absolutely nothing like I had imagined!The aim of the installation - like always - was to provoke One Second of new thought in people that will spring to the front of their minds when it comes time for them to make their One Second count. The method this time involved a steel

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"This is mummy's horse and his name is Wisdom!""Yeah, but he's not very wise sometimes...... Sorry - But he's not."True, he's not the cleverest, but he is certainly beautiful, and he has the most magical kind of wisdom I've ever experienced -Horse wisdom.Posted for Photo Challenge Friday, over at Mountaingirls.

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Dear Zy,I've been getting distracted by thoughts of you this week. This time last year, we had just announced your presence to the wider community. I'd been pretty sick with 24/7 vomiting and tensions and emotions had been running high - but the BBQ for Baby was the most spectacular day I could have imagined. Finally being able to share you with everyone somehow made everything that much more

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As a solo mum of 3 children, I am outnumbered, 3:1. Usually this is not an issue, as the Kewl girls are usually quite delightful, as far as 4 and 3 year olds go...... Yes..... Usually being the operative word there!Sometimes, all 3 delightful Kewl girls throw themselves unto simultaneous meltdowns - and it's at these times that the 3:1 ratio does not work so well. So, instead of attempting to

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Dear Zy,I'm so sorry.I rang your dad today and asked him to take your cat back.And I am so sorry.This morning your cat stood at the door and began meowing to be let in. Instantly I felt a maternal tugging of my heart strings, and my boobs started leaking again. I let your cat in and went to get changed, but I had no clean clothes left. So of course, I burst into tears.When I calmed down a little,

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Another Friday, another photo challenge! This week we could choose from to themes, juxtaposition or fence. We started of on juxtaposition because we love adding new words to our vocabulary, then we took on the fence challenge as well, because the Kewl girls don't like to miss out on anything!I think we did pretty well! Not so much because we got a spectacular looking photo, but because the girls

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Dear Zy,When you died and it came time to leave the hospital without you, I got stuck. I got very stuck. I knew, on some level, that you were not in the hospital any more - that I was not really leaving you, because you had already left your body - but somehow in my mind I still managed to attach you to the hospital, and I could not leave. Maybe I thought that once I left, it was definitely over.

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Thanks to the suggestion from Trish, One Second has joined the world of Twitter! It's quite new to me and I must admit, I don't think I've quite wrapped my head around it yet, but I'm told it is a fast growing form of social media and communication, and anything that gets people thinking - even for One Second - is a great thing as far as I'm concerned!You can see the One Second Twitter profile

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5bigpv6kru(Technorati fiddling, please ignore!)

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Dear Zy,I've been thinking about your biological parents a lot lately, and I want to apologise to you right now, because my thoughts haven't always been nice ones.Just recently I got a call from the hospital where you were born. More specifically, I got a call from someone in the accounts department. It appears there is money outstanding, and as I was the patient I am the one they called.The laws

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What happens when Sammi the crazy artist lady offers to give the Kewl girls a "practical art lesson"?Beezie the mini foxy, becomes Beezie the mini beetroot!!!

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Today, being Friday, is photo challenge day over at Mountaingirls Musings. Each week there is a new theme - this week's is 'bush' - and the challenge is to come up with a relevant image. It's turned into a great learning project for the Kewl girls (and me!), as we've come across new words, new places, new ideas and new concepts... And we've had great fun coming up with our photo this week.First

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Dear Zy,Life has been pretty full on this week. It's been a good kind of full on though, with lots of forward movement and life embracing thoughts and ideas. You and I haven't had an outwardly spectacular Warrior moment, like the heart bubble last week, but lots of little things have let me know you are still around - Because even with all of this week's action swirling around in my head, you

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Last night (Sunday) I re-entered two worlds that I haven't been part of for quite a while, and I entered for the first time, a new world that is waaaaaaay outside of anything I ever thought I'd experience...I went to a bar.I ran a performance installation piece (no - I'm not really sure what 'performance installation piece' means either).And I spoke to a bar full of total strangers about the last

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Another Friday, another Photo Challenge!This week was a collaborative effort on our part.First, I took the girls to our town market last Sunday.Then, Miss V insisted we ditch the crowds for a while and roam free on the oval.Then, Miss F put her photographer's hat on and captured eleventy-hundred more than a few images.And finally, Miss J asked Sammi the crazy graphic chick to teach her how to

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We had to go to the shops yesterday to get the Kewl girls a new t-shirt each. I don't particularly enjoy shopping and the girls don't particularly need new t-shirts, but last week we learned about "bets", and of course, being all about 'practical learning' I made a bet with Miss F...I said, "I bet it will rain only 2 days this week, and she said, "I bet it will rain every day this week."

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Dear Zy,This week has been kind of an inside week for us - not because we've stayed inside, but because we've been ignoring the outside world. It's been all about finding joy again within our close family unit.One of my favourite days was yesterday. It was a beautiful Queensland day - blue sky, warm sun and an abundance of delightful sights and sounds and smells. We spent almost the whole day

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In an attempt to separate more of my thoughts into neat little boxes and have a place to put them outside of my pretty jam packed head space, I have created two new blogs.One Second will focus on Safe Driving Awareness. With some time and energy I hope that this blog will facilitate discussion, help change the way we view dangerous driving and promote a zero tolerance attitude toward ourselves

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Today is Photo Challenge day over at Mountaingirls Musings, and the theme this week is Domestic.Our contribution is the result of Miss V's quest to read (and follow) a recipe by herself. She was going great, until she got to the line that said, "Add 5 eggs"....

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We went to the park again today, and I think Miss J decided that if her twin sister could have a "death" moment - She could, too.Miss J was waiting patiently (as patiently as 4 and a half year old's can be, anyway) for her turn to go down the slide. There was another child at the bottom of the slide making a sandcastle.Miss J said, "Excuse me please!"The other child ignored her.Miss J, getting

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At the park today...A boy comes running out from behind the slide with his hand aimed at Miss F, gun style, and yells,"Bang! Bang! You're dead!"Miss F looks up and replies calmly,"No, you can't kill me - My spirit is eternal."Confused, the boy says,"That's not how you play. You're supposed to run away or I'll shoot you."Miss F stands tall, and from the same calm space, she replies once more,"I'm

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"Hey Al?... Al?... Wake up - I have something to tell you... Wake up Al... It's important..."M poked me in the ribs, gently, but with enough force to be bloody annoying. I grunted an acknowledgment, then attempted to go back to sleep."So Al... I wanted to wait until I was sure, because it's a pretty big deal.. You know, with the twins and everything. OK, see, the thing is... Al? Al? Would you

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Our friend Sammi has become somewhat of a permanent fixture in the Kewl family unit. Ever since the Freak Fest ended and we said goodbye to Baby Warrior, Sammi and her girlfriend Mary Poppins (our once nanny now great friend) have been living with us.I have known Sammi for 10+ years and I love her dearly - but as a house guest, I have to be honest - she's pretty shocking. She leaves her undies

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Dear Zy,My words are caught again this week - I can't seem to get them out past the lump in my throat. All of the things I would usually do to ease the lump... Eat some chocolate, refocus on something positive, eat some chocolate, have a cry and then move on, eat some chocolate... They aren't working. And I think I know why.Baby Warrior, I think I want the lump in my throat.I think that in a

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We ate cake for breakfast.We ate cake for lunch.We ate cake for dinner.We sang.We danced.We partied.We celebrated.In a rare moment of calm this afternoon, Miss V decided to make a birthday card for her Dad.When she asked me if she could make Daddy Kewl a card (can you really make someone else a birthday card for your birthday? Is that even allowed?!) I told Miss V that she absolutely could, and

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Dear Zy,The last couple of weeks have been tough. I didn't expect Mother's Day to bother me - because I don't really believe in it anyway - but it did bother me. It was tough.I have been thinking a lot about your other mum and that is tough, too.Also, your surrogate sisters' cousin is sick and I am finding it super tough to watch a sick child and feel that kind of soul crushing helplessness that

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Dear Zy,I'm sorry I don't have anything particularly interesting or poetic to tell you this week. The icy grief fingers have wrapped themselves around my heart, my chest and my throat and they seem to be strangling my words as well as my breath.I feel like I am ripping you off, in a sense, by not offering some kind of magic moment or positive thought. The moments and the thoughts are still there,

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Miss J, "Mum? Do I get a present today?"Me, "Of course! You get my love, and Miss F's love, and Miss V's love and...."Miss J, "Mu-um!!! I meant a proper present!"Me, "Oh.. No darling, why do you ask that?"Miss J, "Because it's mothers day, and I make you a mother."Hmmm. Nice try, darling girl. You are truly your mother's daughter!!!

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Miss F, "Mum look!!! Daddy turned the clouds pink for us!!!"Well Daddy Kewl... I'm glad you're still good for something!!!

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Dear Zy,Miss V has been asking about you a lot this week. First she wanted to hear the story of how you were made... Then she wanted to hear the stories of when you were in my tummy and how you ate, how you breathed, and how you kicked me from the inside! Next she asked about how you were born and how it was different from how her and her sisters were born. She did lots of looking at and patting

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First, find a way to laugh about it.Then, turn it into a teachable moment.The kewl girls have been asking lots of questions about the swine flu that people keep talking about, so today I followed their lead and used their interest in a current hot topic to focus on a broader topic. Today, we learned about germs. We looked at pictures of different types of germs and talked about what they are,

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Courtesy of her big cousin, Mr 7.Miss J, "A man goes to a dentist.... No! A doctor! A man goes to a doctor and he has a sneeze..... No! A cold! He has a cold. So he goes to the dentist.... No! The doctor..... He goes to the doctor and says 'Oink oink I have a cold!'..... And then the doctor says, 'Here, have this OINKMENT!!!!!!!!' HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!"

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Dear Zy,This week your surrogate big sisters and I went down to the beach and got fish and chips. We went and sat on the sand dunes to eat them and almost immediately we were surrounded by sea gulls!! Often we listen to the whispering of the waves to hear the messages they bring from the ocean... But the sea gulls were shouting so loudly it was difficult to hear the whispering of our own thoughts

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Miss V, "Mummy, will you play a game with us?"Miss J, "Yeah mum, will you?"Me, "Ok, what are we playing?"Miss V, "Ummm.... I be the elf puppy with magic sparkly tails!"Miss J, "I'll be the twirling silver star cloud!"Miss F, "I'll be the dancer of the silver princess fairy!"Me, "Oh I like this game... I will be..."Miss V, "Mummy! You will be the coconut!"Miss F, "Yes. The coconut."Miss J, "Bye

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I'm off on two of them - One of the guilt kind and one of the shopping kind...Miss V, "Mum? When am I going to be bigger than Miss J and Miss F?"Me, "Umm, I don't know, darling. You might grow taller than them when you are older or they might always be taller than you... Or you might all grow to the same height!"Miss V, "But mum, I want to be the biggest!!"Me, "What would be better if you were

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The Kewl girls and I met some friends at the park today. Our friends are a lot like us - half hippies - because we're not quite normal and not quite feral! We are also both one parent families, home schoolers and advocates for "person first" thinking and living. Particularly relevant to this story is one other commonality... We are both big believers in the power of thought (part law of

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Dear Zy,When you were still in my tummy and you were diagnosed with Cri-du-Chat syndrome, I did a LOT of reading. I went over and over and over every piece of information I could find about this syndrome and what it might mean for your life. One of the things I read was that infants with Cri-du-Chat often have trouble feeding and gaining weight. You also had your own quirky aesophagus that wasn't

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TAILS - "Once upon a time"This was sent to me via email a little while ago and - vegetarianism notwithstanding - it instantly became my absolute favourite fairy tale of all time.Hope it gives you a smile.More HOT here.

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Miss V, "Mum?"Me, "Yes Miss V?"Miss V, "Didn't you know I am vegetarian?"Me, "I do know that, Miss V. We are all vegetarian..."Miss V, "But mum - how come you put worms in my dinner?"Me, "I didn't!!"Miss V, "You did.. Look.."Me, "They are bean sprouts, Miss V! They come from a plant."Miss V, "Mum, I am almost three now you know. You'll have to do better than that."Me, "It's true! Bean sprouts

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So the Kewl blog has had a make over (obviously) and judging by the poll in the sidebar, most of you are liking the changes. I am too, even if I was a little surprised at first!!! Yes - for the second time in Three Times Kewl history, the blog has had a face lift without me lifting a finger!!!The creative genius of my darling friend Sammi has struck again. Last time she made me a new header -

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Dear Zy,I met a brand new baby this week. Her name is Tahlia, and she is your cousin on your dad's side.Darling Zy, when I held your cousin for the first time I had these awful stabbing pains in my chest. It was mainly grief, but then, for just a moment, I think there was envy. I think I had Baby Envy.When you were born your body was not strong enough to work on it's own, so the doctors used lots

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Hmm. What I must have meant was:"Check back tomorrow for a TOTAL BLOG OVERHAUL!!"

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Warning: Angry Mother Venting.Dear Mrs. Cadbury*,Thank you for taking the time these past weeks to speak with the three Kewl girls and share with them your knowledge of God and your religion, Christianity. I appreciate your patience in answering their multitude of questions, some of them not always, er, polite, and I am most grateful for your acceptance of their (and my) sometimes differing view

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Happy Birthday Daddy Kewl.We love you. Do not stand at my grave and weep,I am not there, I do not sleep.I am in a thousand winds that blow,I am in the softly falling snow.I am in the gentle showers of rain,I am in the fields of ripening grain.I am in the morning hush,I am in the gentle rushOf beautiful birds in circling flight,I am in the starshine of the night.I am in the flowers that bloom,I am

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"This is a moth and it is from Zy... And the sun is really Zy smiling a'cause we saw him!" ~Miss FDear Zy,It's been a while since I've posted a Warrior Wednesday on the Kewl blog. It's not because we haven't had moments, or because I haven't been thinking about you. I spend lots of time thinking about you everyday...But you already know that.I haven't wanted to share you. I've wanted to keep you

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Miss V, "Mum, does sex give you a cold?"Me, "No darling, why do you ask that?"Miss V, "How come it makes you sneeze then?"I would have made Mary Poppins answer, but she wet herself from laughing too hard.

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"Mummy?""Yes Miss V?""Tell me the story of when daddy died?""In the morning, early early early, even before the sun was up, daddy started poking me in the ribs to wake me up. He poked, then he tickled, then he started jumping up and down like a frog on the bed to get my attention. When I was awake he lay down next to me and said, "Guess what? We're pregnant!!!" ... And he was right! You were a

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Mary Poppins was having dinner with us last night and we were up to desert when she said, "This chocolate is orgasmic!" Naturally the girls asked what 'orgasmic' meant so she explained that it is from the word orgasm and left it at that, hoping that they would ask what orgasm meant. Of course, they asked, and MP said, "Ask your mother." I threatened MP with making sure she didn't get any '

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3am....Miss V, "Mu-um, is it time to get up yet?"Me, "So not even half way close, darling."3:15am....Miss V, "Mu-um, is the sun even close to getting up yet?"Me, "No way, I say."3:30am....Miss V, "How about now, mum?..... Mum?"Me, "How about some more sleep Miss V..."3:45am.....Miss V, "Mum! MUM LOOK! I see the sun!"Me, "The sun is still sleeping Vay. Sleeeeeeeeeeeeeeping."Miss V, "I know. I was

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Miss J, "Mum, I'm bored."Me, "Pardon?"Miss J, "I'm bored."Me, "Sorry?"Miss J, "I'm bored, mum."Me, "Say that again? I don't understand you?"Miss J, "Mum! I'm! BORED!"Me, (Squinting at her)..... "But you don't look like a board....." (Taking her hand and shaking it so her whole arm wobbles) "And you don't feel like a board...." (Licking the side of her face) "Yuck, you certainly don't taste like a

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Miss F has taken fussy eating to a whole new level today. When I presented her with her breakfast - her gluten free, lactose free, nut free, vegetarian, nutritious and very tasty breakfast, no less - she pushed it away, stuck her nose in the air and said, "Mum, I couldn't possibly eat this."When I asked her why not, she replied, "It's just not pretty enough."

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Miss V, "What are those birds doing?"Miss J, "They're mating."Miss V, "Are they friends?"Miss J, "No they are having sex. Animal sex is called mating."Miss V, "Do people have mating?"Miss J, "No V, people have sex. Animals mate."Miss V, "But why is it called different?"Miss J, "Ummmm......................... Because people are sexier than animals."Miss V, "Ohhhhhhh."

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Pip...RAY!Pip...RAY!!Pip...RAAAYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!Bestest party vibes from me and the Kewl girls to Deb... Who's going a final round with chemo on Thursday, and boy does she kick some serious chemo butt!!!Deb, I don't know if you remember back when you first posted a picture of yourself on your blog... After seeing it Miss F decided she would call you the "pretty garden lady". I had

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Today is Photo Challenge Day over at Mountaingirls Musings.I haven't played in a while, but this week Miss F and I were in the mood for a challenge we could tackle together (as opposed to the kind of challenge where we tackle each other), and this one was perfect.As always, this photo comes with a Kewl girl moment.When Miss F was looking at the photo on the computer, I asked her what she was

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