Monday, October 13, 2014


It's fast approaching the child's tenth birthday.

This is the age where I was finally allowed to get my ears pierced; a rite of passage of sorts. I've used this same age limit since Hannah first requested to get her ears pierced around five years old.

And I was quite looking forward to the mama-daughter trip out and the cute little earrings I could buy her.

(And just quietly, the discussion about body modifications and the pain they cause.)

But, it turns out, my little button would like a swiss army knife for her birthday.

Gone are the days of pink and purple, my friends.

Monday, September 29, 2014

In my own image

Apologies to those who have already seen me tweet this but it actually killed me and needs to be here for posterity.

Nine-year-old Hannah hears a car drive past, pumping bass out its ridiculously oversized sub, "Kids these days." she says, shaking her head.

I've basically created a junior me, which is simultaneously embarrassing and awesome.

She's an elderly woman trapped in a much younger body.

Friday, July 25, 2014

The next bit

It feels a bit weird leaping in to this given that the last post I made was about buying my little house and D and I splitting. I was really tempted to start a new blog but that feels a bit disingenuous so I'll stick around here and lay out as much as I can. I figure there's no use pretending to be perfect, right?

So Han and I have a new man in our lives. We have for a few months now. It happened pretty soon after D and I... the same with him and his girlfriend. It all felt weirdly natural. I mean, I wouldn't change the timing as it's worked so well, but it does make me wonder how long we'd been together, not really being together (if that makes sense)?

Anyway, my surfer guy. I've known him for a wee while and he has had the misfortune of being stuck in an office with me for a year or so, 45ish hours a week.

Now he's lucky enough to spend even more time with me. ha. Although separate offices now.

Lion rock, North Piha, Piha kitchen, surfer's bedroom

We have fun together. And he gets as riled up about social justice as I do. And indulges my slightly hippy tendencies. And is great with the kiddo. Even if she rolls her eyes and calls him ridiculous.

It's looking pretty likely that we'll be living together very soon. If I can drag him away from Piha. Although I imagine I'll only be able to do that with promises to get back there at some stage. We probably won't fit in my little house for very long anyway.

Monday, May 26, 2014

Glossing over a few life changes

This is a little catch up post to say that the boy and I ended things earlier this year. He bought the Ranui house and that allowed me to buy a little place in Henderson where the kiddo and I are living now.

It's was all very smooth and calm. Well, the bit with D was. The house buying was not smooth and calm because that's not how I roll.

Hanny and I are happy with how things are now and D is happy with how things are now and that's pretty rad.

Monday, September 02, 2013

Ballet baby

Ratfink had her Grade 2 ballet exam a few wells ago. She'd been working pretty damn hard in the few months before and I'm still horrified at the ease in which I slipped into "Ballet mum" mode. Soz Hannah.
As Hannah rightly pointed out last night, "You're not my ballet mum, you're my mum mum." Yes. That I am. And I'm a pretty proud mum mum who thinks that no matter what grade that this Hannahrina ballerina gets, that she's pretty awesome for working so hard in the leadup. And fighting the genetic predisposition to not try very hard at all. At anything. Ever.
There was a bit of competitiveness exposed in the process which we'll work on harnessing for good.
Because there'll be plenty more exams where that came from, if this ballet mum gets her way.

Monday, June 03, 2013

Proper grown up holiday

No kid! Over seas! Tropical island! LIKE PROPER ADULTS.
View down the beach at the Rarotongan Resort

Some friends of Dion's were getting married so it was quite a decent group who headed over to Rarotonga. As a result it was kinda hilarious and quite a bit drunken.
The full crew down at the groom's family's accommodation at Manaia Villas for a BBQ.

I discovered that I can't drink as much as Dion's Rarotongan cousins (urghhhh still feel sick thinking about it), I don't much like being under water for long periods (I discovered this about 1/4 of the way through intro scuba training), and Dion isn't much one for lying on beaches for long periods of time. By the time we got back, I needed a holiday from my holiday.

We did some neat stuff though - like Dion's scuba trip, scootering the hell outta the island, watching D's cousin dance in the show at Te Vara Nui village, and charter fishing (photographic evidence of my elusive mahi mahi above. I got it in and the dude tried to get it on board but it squirmed off, leaving half of its face behind. Soz vegetarians.).

It would've been a pretty rad place to take the kidlet but it was also nice to have total freedom to do whatever we wanted, whenever we wanted to. PROPER GROWN UP HOLIDAYS RULE. (And now we won't be able to do anything fun for a LONG time while I pay off my credit card. Argh.)

Friday, April 12, 2013

Momentous occasion v2

The Devil Child is now quite the little barista. I'm sure the novelty will wear off eventually but in the mean time, I'm enjoying lattes arriving in the morning, courtesy of the kid.

But yes, I wanted to mark this little milestone. After being able to describe the coffee making process in great detail for months, yesterday the Devil Child made her first unassisted latte. It was a fine moment indeed.

This, people, is where having kids starts to pay off.

Actually, I lie. It started paying off with the first cup of tea delivered to my bed side. The kidlet has brought me cups of tea in bed for the last few weekends and they're a far cry from the lukewarm milkiness of the early days. I look forward to it being a coffee delivery this weekend. Ohhhh yeah.

Thursday, April 04, 2013

Marijuana and henna are practically the same thing

First things first: Hi Dad! I got a tattoo! I know you'll be devastated that I can no longer marry into the royal family but I think I'll be alright.

This tattoo has been 14 years coming. I'd like to say it has a meaning that is all deep and thoughtful, but really, my bestie Alley and I ran away one night, during one family holiday to Waihi beach when we were 14, to hang out with two upstanding citizens that lived across the road from the dairy by the surf club. Their names were Bone and Jason.

Bone had a celtic tree of life tattooed in the middle of his back. At the time, I didn't know it was a celtic tree of life, I was all "Woahhhh cool tattoo, man." and I've kinda wanted one like it ever since.

Fast forward about 13 years, when Tash sent me the link to this tattoo (I think it was that one?) and I was all "Ooooo pretty!" and then "HOLY SHIT!" when further investigation revealed that Victor, the tattoo artist, was based in Ponsonby, at Two Hands tattoo. FORTUITOUS!

I was a little bit scared so read his blog for about a year until one day I decided that I'd never get around to it if I didn't do it THAT SECOND. I was probably meant to be doing something Very Important and work related so of course the priority became emailing about a tattoo.

I didn't really know how to talk to tattoo people because I'm new to all this so I sent a very Nikki-like email and then angsted (totes a word) for a week about whether he'd actually reply. And he did! And I got a real life tattoo!

Victor was great to work with. He dealt with my vagueness really well and didn't laugh at me too much when I was all "IT HUUUURTS". I love the reference to Bone's sweet tree of life tattoo but that it's true to Victor's style. I even love the hint of tribal it has going on with the tree roots. I was all "NO TRIBAL" but I take it back. The tribal thing is growing on me.

I love it.

And the Hannah rat has declared that she wants a Chinese Dragon tattooed on her thigh. Crap. Although, to be fair, she's wanted a Chinese Dragon Tattoo ever since she had one painted in Henna on her arm at Craft2.0 back in 2009.

I think I've managed to convince her to wait until she's my age by bribing her; I promised to pay for her tattoo if she waited til she was 28 to get her first one.

Henna: it's the gateway drug of tattoos, I tell ya.

Wednesday, April 03, 2013

New news

I have a new job. I will start in my new job at the end of April. It may or may not be related to the above images. It may or may not involve writing for several laaaaaaarge websites (under the same organisation). This may or may not be extremely exciting. Which may or may not be (in a major way) related to the fact that this new job is based a mere two train stops away from my house. This may or may not change my life.

Friday, March 15, 2013

Visit from a little person

Last week, the cutest little niece in the world came to visit us in Auckland. I've moved on from calling her Podge to calling her P-Rat. Not sure she'll be stoked about either of those names when she's older but she now matches Han, who was christened the Red Rat by Kerryn and Spam.

Jute and P-Rat stayed with us for three days and it was so freaking cool hanging out with them. Not least because I got to take a day off work to play with them in the city. I always feel like we just hang at our house every time they come up so we made the effort to go and check out the city. We had grand plans of visiting the Auckland Domain but that was replaced by a walk to Wynyard Quarter from the Britomart Precinct.

I wanted to show Jute the cool development that went on prior to the Rugby World Cup as well as show P-Rat the playground. Unfortunately she wasn't overly keen on the playground by the time we got there (and who the freak decided that steel was the best thing to construct playground stuff out of? That shit gets HOT in the sun) but the city link happened to stop nearby so we jumped on it and headed back to Britomart to find a cafe to eat at. Yeyaaaaaah public transport actually pulling through for us!

Jute coped frigging well in stupidly hot weather despite also growing another niece or nephew for me. And it was cool feeling kicks and prods while the babe is in utero. I'm reeeeeally hoping to be able to visit again before the babe is born and then most definitely afterward. So freaking exciting.

I really need to figure out some sort of sponsorship deal with a local airline so I can get my niece-time as often as I need to. Damn you, geographical separation. Damn you.