My firstborn is a teenager now.

Unbelievable. Days long, years short.  It wasn't so long ago that he was these versions of himself...



.. and now, in a flash we have the teenage version. Nearly as tall as me. Very likely stronger than me, with all that swimming and gymnastics he's done. A delight.



He was five when I started this blog. He was making fairy traps in the backyard and falling asleep during car trips.  Now he waters the garden and organises his room and stationery for going back to high school, and worries about how his hair looks.

To celebrate his big birthday we rose early for a pancake breakfast ...


(no photos of that so here he is opening his presents.)

... took a train trip into the city ...


... saw a movie (Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs 2) ...


... came home and watched some Modern Family episodes (the dvds were his birthday present)
 

 ... had dinner at a Vietnamese restaurant...


... and then had birthday cake at home.


I have it on Tracey's authority that teenagers are wonderful human beings and that we shouldn't assume that the adolescent years will be awful. My gut feeling is that Climber won't be awful, given his sweet nature and kind heart. I do expect him to give me cheek and question my authority, and that has started already, but he's pretty funny with it so it's not unbearable.  (Yet.) I think that what I really fear about the teenage years is the inevitable pulling away from us, his parents, and while I see on a rational level that this is something that needs to happen, I will miss the close and almost exclusive relationship that we've had. My intention is to follow Suse's example; she said once that no matter how old her children get, the rule is they must still kiss and cuddle their mother. This is a most excellent rule, and I hereby put it in writing.



Happy birthday gorgeous boy. Every day you make us happy.

Faint hearted.

The good news is that Mum's recent fainting spells were not, as first suspected, mini-strokes. It was her heart, not her brain, that was the problem.  She was having an ECG when she again passed out, and they were able to see that her heart stopped for 9 seconds. Yikes. So this afternoon she was fitted with a pacemaker.  My sister and brother are in Sydney at the moment, and I will fly up on Sunday.  We're all very relieved to hear it wasn't a stroke. Hearts are less complicated than brains. And we're also relieved to know what the problem was, and to have such a straightforward remedy. I am also getting retrospective heebie-jeebies thinking about her collapsing from heart failure when she was travelling alone in Italy last year.  It was bad enough when we thought she'd fainted. She was lucky to just have a cut on her head really.


Couch Cubbyhouse

Meanwhile, this is what happens if you leave cooking chocolate in a cupboard during a heatwave.





We were able to use it all up in a very nice batch of brownies so all's well that ends well.

A little scare and a round-up.

My mum is having an overnight stay in hospital following a funny turn. The diagnosis at this stage is that it may have been a mini-stroke so they are keeping her in for tests and observation. Fortunately my sister has been staying with her, so was able to take care of her and get medical help. We're all hoping that Mum is okay. She has taken some crochet into hospital to keep her sane. Good plan. It's not like you can expect to get any proper rest in hospital.  We'll hear more tomorrow.

 Meanwhile, here are some bits and pieces from the homefront....

• Although my sister's house had two bedrooms available for the kids to sleep in, my boys chose to share a room for the duration of our stay. Initially because it was too hot to sleep in a top bunk on our first night there, but afterwards really because all the lego was in the boy-cousin's room, and, I think, for the company. It has been lovely how well my two have got on this holiday.

• Cherub woke very early on our last morning at the coast, intent on following my instructions about packing their stuff. He's so focused. He did in fact manage a bit of packing without waking Climber or myself, but then found himself at a standstill due to the slumbering brother in the way, and when I got up a bit later I found Cherub hard asleep on the lounge room couch. Very unusual, very sweet.

• Fixit brought home with him a good collection of seashells, as you do. He swears he plans to make something decorative with them, and to this end has been experimenting with various products in his shed to see what brings up the best shine. If you were thinking wax you'd be wrong.  Top results were archived with a product called Mothers Mag and Aluminium Polish, which is supposed to be used on metal. Now you know.

• Fixit and I were both very appreciative about living with a dishwasher at my sister's place. Someone (I can't remember who) once said something to me along the lines of dishwashers still being work and drudgery, but neither of us are buying that. Dishwashers are magic. Put dirty dishes in, take sparkly clean dishes out.  So easy. And no unsightly dishes cluttering up your paltry bench space like at our house. We loves the dishwasher, it's our precious.  Bathrooms with space in them are very nice too.

• Both boys are mad for Sherlock Holmes at the moment.  I have Series 1 and 2 on dvd, and they are on high rotation.  Series 3 has not been shown in Australia yet, but I was able to purchase the dvd from the BBC online shop, so that will be a good birthday present for Climber.  (This will be much better than waiting for a commercial television station to air it here.) Meanwhile, the boys got into character to watch it today.

Goodbye Heatwave, Goodbye Beach

Before

We were at the beach when the cool change started to blow in this afternoon. We could see it in the sky, coming across the water. And then, in an instant, the hot wind blasting from the north which had been roasting everything, was replaced by a beautiful refreshing southerly.  Suddenly the flat sea became choppy, and everyone was smiling. Next thing we knew virtually everyone was packing up their stuff and heading home, and although we lingered a bit longer than most, to have just one last dip in the water, we were soon on our way too. Time to open up the hot house and let in the good air.


After

What a relief, what a welcome relief. The last two days of the heatwave were hard. I stopped caring about keeping things clean, or picking things up.  I avoided clothes where possible. I let the kids have icecream after icecream from the stash in the freezer. They couldn't believe their luck. My sister's house got impossibly hot, so we turned on all the fans, ran a cold bath for hopping into when necessary, and I  spent most of the evening with my feet in a bucket of water, sipping on a Gin and Tonic, aka icecream for grown-ups. Actually I had icecream as well.



We have had such a lovely break though. So good to get away from Melbourne, so good to be at the beach every day. The kids have had a lot of fun, and got on together very harmoniously. They have also been getting blonder and more tanned each day, despite the hats, sunscreen and rash vests.



Not me though. I was most definitely the whitest pair of legs on the beach. And the tops of my feet are slightly burned after today too. I'm glad my kids didn't inherit my fair skin.



Sadly, I can't say the cat enjoyed his beach holiday. I suspect all the trauma from Basil vs. Car has made him a much less robust cat.  He was happy to be with us, but stressed out by the unknown environment. He barely ate or drank anything, and hid behind and inside furniture quite frequently, usually if he was reminded about The Different Outside.



Yesterday I tried putting some butter on his paws, something I'd read about. It makes them groom themselves which helps them relax. It did help a bit.



I think it was probably the right thing to bring him down though. It has just been too hot to leave an animal untended, even with the nicest neighbours.  And I think he was looking dehydrated on the last day so we found a syringe and squirted water down his throat. It helped, and after that he perked up and shared some fish with us, the first time he'd really eaten much.



Tonight is our last night.  Fixit and Basil are already back in Melbourne. The boys and I will pack up in the morning and head home too. Big, big thank you to my sister for lending us her new house and letting us have a nice beach holiday.

Halfway through the Heatwave.

We're having a horrid heat wave in South Eastern Australia, it's completely revolting, but at least we  are not in Melbourne for the duration. Or Adelaide. Melbourne has been hit hard and all the days have been over 40 degrees.  Here on the Mornington Peninsula the temperatures are slightly lower and the sea breezes are better.  And there's the beach to get us through the unpleasantly hot days. But my sister's rental house is hot, and last night the temperature inside hovered around the 30 degree mark. Everyone had heavy eyes in the morning, and Cherub woke in the small hours sobbing his heart out from a bad dream. We never found out what it was about.



We've stuck to the surf beach at Point Leo for our last 2 beach days, but have been a bit disappointed with the lack of good waves.  The water temperature is gorgeous, and of course just standing in the sea is the world's best way to cool your body's core temperature, but if you're going to be at the beach for a while, waves are just more fun and give you something to do. Even if I were  a sunbaking type, which with my fair skin and red hair I am most definitely NOT,  a 40+ degree day is not really comfortable for any prolonged time lying on the sand. It always amazes me how many people still do
sunbake though. And I saw lots of sunburnt people yesterday. Ouch, how can they let it happen, the sillies.



Climber recognised a school friend in the water yesterday, so that was fun, introducing ourselves to and chatting with her parents, and watching Cherub and her younger sister progress in friendship to the point where they were wrestling with intent to duck each other by the time we left.  The teenagers were more reserved, chatting and laughing at the 'annoying' younger siblings' antics.



Fixit was supposed to be leaving us tonight to do a bit of casual work in Melbourne on Thursday and Friday, but owing to the heat wave it has been postponed til the weekend.  He decided to make the trip to Melbourne anyway, to collect some prescription-drugs and the cat.  We were starting to worry about Basil in the extended heat, as even though our nice neighbours were feeding and looking out for him, our closed up house was likely to be hot and wouldn't have offered him any respite. So the two of them arrived here at 8:30pm, and after 2 hours of slinking round the house, yowling and looking stressed, he has finally climbed on my lap and started to purr. Good kitty.



Apparently he meowed for the entire car trip. Luckily we are used to travelling with weird noises because of the kids. The current high-rotation phrase from the back seat is: It's pronounced "neggie", and the two of them are finding it deeply hilarious.

Less mum, more kid

Today we had another morning in Mornington (I just like saying that), visiting the Capezio shop to get some new tap shoes for Climber (size ten and a half, omg).  We also used the Mornington laundrette, and while we waited for the load to go through, we found a cafe, and I sampled, for the first time, a macaroon. Only about two years behind Australian food fads, then. I tried a mango one, it was really nice.  I don't know why I thought it wouldn't be.



I also browsed the retro clothing boutique next to the laundrette, which was having a very tempting sale.  I resisted the urge to buy things I can't afford and don't need; having the family loitering outside was helpful for that.  I think I prefer doing my shopping on the sly, crazy no? Although obviously I couldn't leave behind these groovy purple sunglasses, I'm only human.




In the afternoon, we decided to try a different surf beach on the other side of the Peninsula and ended up at picturesque Portsea. The heat wave has not quite struck but the weather was warm enough to get me in the water with my family, catching waves on my boogie-board. (which Mister Fixit damaged yesterday when he had a turn, how very dare he!)

The safe swimming area (between the surf lifesaver flags) was tiny at Portsea, I assume because the surf can be so treacherous there. This meant that riding the waves was a bit too crowded for my liking. And towards the end of our splash, I could feel the waves getting rougher, so we decided to head home, via the Rosebud sushi shop.  It was good to visit a new beach, but what with the long drive and the surfing conditions, I don't think we'll bother going back there this holiday. Our 'local' is more fun.

 

While we were in the surf we came across a school-mum friend, whose little 5 year-old boy looked at me with my board and asked his Mum why an adult would have a boogie board. I love the way kids think and say unexpected stuff. And I liked how that simple question, coupled with the exhilaration of throwing myself around in the surf, made me feel: less mum, more kid.

Exploring.

We've been exploring the Peninsula today, on the back of a cool change.   In the morning we visited Mornington, how apt.



We had a walk round the pier...



... and were pretty excited to see a stingray. Or maybe a manta ray, we don't really know much about fish.



The inviting-looking beach at Mornington was driving the boys crazy because we'd not brought swimmers or towels with us and no one could get in the water.  So after we'd gone home for lunch, and despite the coolish weather, we drove off in search of a surf beach.



We tried Flinders only to find it was dangerous (crumbling cliffs, strong undertows and no lifeguards), then backtracked to Point Leo, which turned out to be perfect.



The boys had a ball riding waves on their boogie boards while I shivered on the sand.



I only got Cherub out of the waves by telling him we could go there every day if he liked.  And once the heat wave arrives, I will be in the surf with the boys on my boogie board.