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How to be a two-year-old

27 Mar

Seventeen little suggestions:

  • First up, look the part: dress with flair. Layer. Pair patterns with patterns, red with pink. Spice up your winter look with a dash of something summery. (Bikini bottoms over those jeans? Do it.) How would that skirt look on you upside down? Don’t be discouraged by people telling you it’s too big or too small for you: have fun trying.
  • Eat what you want, when you want. Make every meal a feast of the senses: touch, especially. Request – no, demand – that toast cut into triangles. Always eat jam with your cheese. Be adventurous. Cucumber pieces with your muesli? Do it.
  • Refuse to share the good stuff: food, toys, clothes, cuddles.
  • Don’t let anyone try to tell you when you’re tired and when you’re not.
  • Be naked. Often.
  • Set out to achieve your daily tasks with a pair of socks on your hands. Not making your life interesting enough? Replace socks with shoes; repeat.
  • Fight, every step of the way, for justice. They’re having chocolate? You need chocolate. He’s drinking a beer now? Demand a swig of that beer. Don’t let the quickest application of deodorant go unshared.
  • Refer to most things (well, things … pets … people: get creative) as ‘mine’.
  • Kiss a cat. Go on – give that fella a big smacker.
  • Poo when you need to, even if it’s an inconvenient time or place for pooing, in someone else’s opinion. Take your time.

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  • Find art media everywhere: the garden, the bathroom, your highchair. Dip your fingers in it; make marks with it. Tip it out and smear it, as far as it will go. You can express yourself on most horizontal surfaces, but a good, big white wall is what you’re really looking for.
  • Eat moisturiser.
  • Moisturise with jam, mayonnaise or toothpaste.
  • Love books. Hold them, squeeze them, make towers out of them. Stroke your favourite characters. Turn a book’s pages one at a time, or five at a time, and see what it does to the story. Turn the page either reeeally slowly or really QUICK when you know there’s a good part on the other side. Try reading a book upside down.
  • Be ticklish.
  • Only ask for help if something’s about to fall on you, if you’re about to fall from something, or if you’re irreversibly stuck halfway in, halfway out of a tshirt that was too small for you last summer.
  • Be, uncompromisingly, true to yourself. No exceptions. You are wonderful. You are entitled. You are loved: above all, you are loved. Go live this glorious life: the good times are good and the hard times always end in cuddles (and, if you’re lucky, a swig of beer).

Daisy

Sounds fun

24 Feb

What have we been doing, I hear you all cry?

WELL! We are just back from the most glorious few days in the Marlborough Sounds, on holiday with Grandma and Grandad!

It was all very Clan of the Cave Bear, squatting round the fire, catching fish (or trying to catch weka), wandering around with nothing much on … totally roughing it without the slightest of home comforts (no electricity and a mere trickle of running water, in the guise of a little stream that did very nicely as a beer fridge).

This little guy bid us a kindly welcome to Motuara, a wee island bird sanctuary we visited by motor boat.

This little guy bid us a kindly welcome to Motuara, a wee island bird sanctuary we visited by motor boat on day 3.

This is us on the boat. 'Nem jo [Not good] bumpy waves!!'

This is us on the boat. ‘Nem jo [Not good] bumpy waves!!’

Miss Bee's Marlborough bath.

Miss Bee’s Marlborough bath.

We got back on Thursday, and bed is still feeling A. MAZE. ING. compared to the foam mats we had in the tent, and it’s an incredible luxury to flick on the jug to brew a cup of tea.

That’s what’s so great about camping, right? Thoroughly enjoyable when you’re doing it, and even more so when you pack up your swag and return to civilisation.

Life is all very aaaah right now.

Daisy

Mama Verdure: Valentine’s Day Whoopsy

14 Feb

We don’t celebrate Valentine’s Day. This decision came from years of dream-crushing evenings spent bumping elbows with the couple at the table next to us. A normally pleasant restaurant transforms into a monstrous sea of loud loved up couples inflicting romance on each other… and everyone else in the overpacked restaurant.

If anything Valentine’s Day often leads to underwhelming surprises and money wasted on overpriced chocolates, red roses that look more tired than usual and ridiculous cards. Yes Valentine’s Day is a big fat commercial money maker.

A wise girlfriend once advised me

Never go out to dinner on Valentine’s Day. It leads to disaster!

This woman used Valentine’s Day to reconnect with old friends. Her expression of love was cooking an extravagant feast and serving fine wine. A wonderful alternative to the contrived courtship.

So when the floral courier came to my desk this morning I was quite taken aback. Surely these aren’t for me… They must have got the wrong Zelda

Of course not, despite making a pact to not give in to Vday pressure. In the heat of the moment my then fiancé had booked flowers at the same time as our wedding. Yes they were beautiful and thank Darwin – there were no wilted depressed roses, just a lovely blue hydrangea. Yes, ignoring my cynical take on Vday it does feel nice to receive flowers.

I had to try my best to reciprocate the gesture with the two year olds help. While the picture is slightly crappy my husband loved it. Apparently it is the thought that counts.

- Zelda Edwards

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Kangaroos and kiwifruit – Maja reveals all

7 Feb

I’m posting this shamelessly – its sole purpose is to add to a painfully adorable collection of interviews with two-year-olds (the Paper Mama kicked it off in the minds of Zelda and I; the idea came from Pinterest in her case I think, but I can’t trace the original source). Zadie was put through her paces here. Here’s Maja’s set – admittedly gathered a little later than her second birthday, but only by a month.

1. What is your favourite colour? Green.
2. What is your favourite TV program? Ott ['there' in Hungarian - she pointed in the direction of the TV].
3. What is your favourite fruit? Kiwifruit.
4. What is your favourite movie? [No comment]
5. What is your favourite thing to eat for lunch? Kiwifruit.
6. What is your favourite animal? Kangaroo.
7. What is your favourite snack? Ezt a Maja rajzolta ['Maja drew this' in perfectly grammatical Hungarian - her attention was wandering; she was pointing out a drawing she'd done on the paper my questions were scrawled on].
8. What is your favourite book? Szélkerék ['windmill' in Hungarian - she was still talking about the picture she'd drawn. Windmills are a recurring theme in her art].
9. Who is your best friend? Zsófi [This is the name of a Hungarian cousin, and also a little friend of her age who she hangs out with in Hungary].
10. What is your favourite song? Anna [Another cousin - Zsófi's sister].
11. What’s your favourite toy? Maci ['teddy' in Hungarian].
12. What do you want to be when you grown up? Mmmm-hmmm.

Maja at Taupo

Growing up?? Mmm-hmm *dubiously*.

I was surprised at these answers – I was expecting a lot more randomness, since I don’t think she has much of a concept of ‘favourite’ at all yet. ‘Kangaroo’ was completely out of the blue; there haven’t been any kangaroos in our lives recently. The double appearance of ‘kiwifruit’ was less surprising – she adores them at the moment.

Typing this up, I see particularly clearly (I don’t notice this when we speak) how her bilingualism is generally working at the moment – she processes my English questions fine, and tends to respond in Hungarian. Her Hungarian is definitely stronger at the moment; hopefully (well, for my sake) the balance swings a little over the next few months, while we’re here in New Zealand! Development of a good broad kiwi accent would only be a bonus.

Daisy

Ah, it’s been a while

31 Jan

Well, January has been and gone without a single post from me …

I could say I’ve had too much on this past month, but that would – sadly – be a barefaced lie. Although in a curious way, it’s true – some very very big things have been going on. So big that I haven’t known whether – or how – to do them justice here. The most I can say now is that I’ve no doubt that they’ll be making an appearance here as the year rolls on.

Here we are on the other side of the world, back at the glorious beach with Grandma and Granddad, for the foreseeable future … to get here we crossed oceans and time zones and cultures and borders, and survived jetlag and a tummy bug that literally felled our whole family, one after the next.

 

Maja in Korea

Maja makes friends at Incheon International Airport, South Korea.

The internet connection is crap here, so if my posts doesn’t suffer over the next little while I can assure you that my picture editing will – it’s just too painful to sit here staring at the (admittedly green and duckling-filled) view out the window while I wait for images to load. Miss Zelda, if you want to go and add pictures to anything I manage to get up, please do so!

I’ll be seeing you intermittently.

Your happily New Zealand-based correspondent,

Daisy

2nd Birthday 12 Questions

20 Jan

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Inspired by the paper mama – I thought it would be fun to ask Zadie some questions to see her point of view.

1. What is your favorite colour? Blue.
2. What is your favorite tv program? Nooooo, Movies.
3. What is your favorite fruit? Plumbs.
4. What is your favorite movie? Animals (aka Madagascar could have easily been Toy Story, Ice Age or Finding Nemo).
5. What is your favorite thing to eat for lunch? Pasta/ Apples.
6. What is your favorite animal? Nooooo
7. What is your favorite snack? Crackers.
8. What is your favorite book? Noooo (I guess she refuses to choose between any of her regulars).
9. Who is your best friend? Nooooo.
10. What is your favorite song? Move it (by Crazy Frog).
11. What’s your favorite toy? Toys.
12. What do you want to be when you grown up? I’m going to do a big jump.

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And now she is two

18 Jan

Last week we celebrated Zadie’s second birthday. Too exhausted to organize anything fancy it was a simple picnic in the park – free venue – no mess to clean – and you can invite as many or as little guests as you like!

To our luck the weather was stunning and we were blessed with both sets of grand parents and many lovely friends and kids. We were able to take shade under a giant pohutukawa tree while the kids splashed around in the water feature and enjoyed the adventure park.

I was quite proud of my Dora cake. (even though her chin was slightly bung and by the time we cut the cake half her face had melted in the heat). It didn’t matter thanks to Annabel Langbein’s devine ultimate chocolate cake recipe. Zadie had a fantastic afternoon running around non-stop. It wasn’t till she got home and away from all the excitement and out of her bee outfit she was able to appreciate the many generous gifts from friends.

Two year olds birthday – check – next week surprise mystery wedding.

- Zelda

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All the new stuff

9 Jan

On the other side of the birthday/Christmas season, I’ve been thinking a bit about toddlers and presents.

When kids are too young to even understand the concept of a gift, we tend to give them practical things: clothing, blankets, baby toiletries … things that parents find useful. And then babies become toddlers, and instincts become thoughts, feelings, opinions, habits.

I feel like our own family is just entering into that age when people start to give gifts that aim to impress Maja, rather than us.

Sparkly shoes!

Sparkly shoes! She is impressed.

A two-year-old is difficult to consult with about presents (I never tried it, but I think if I had asked Maja what she wanted for her birthday/Christmas, assuming I could get her to understand the question, she might have said ‘raisins’, which she loves. Or ‘toilet paper’, which she adores.)

When we give a two-year-old a gift, we’re inevitably guessing about what is likely to amuse/interest/educate them. And that guessing, to whatever extent we acknowledge it, is going to be very influenced by what we want to think about the child: what we want them to be, now and in the future.

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Kitchen stuff! She is impressed (me – not so much).

This festive season, Maja got an awesome haul of presents from all sorts of special people. I love to watch her enjoying these things and to join the dots in my head between those who gave them, and the physical objects themselves, and this little person who is touching them, using them, bending them, stretching them, reading them, loving them, bringing them to life. If fascinates me to think of how her destiny looks in the heads of all these gift-givers (including ourselves as parents), and to think about how likely those visions will be to match the future reality. Our gifts are like little paper boats that we launch into the stream, hoping that ours might be the first to reach the bridge – or at least to enjoy a satisfyingly long voyage in the attempt.

Furkin

Fur + jerkin = furkin.

A tambourine, a fluffy morepork and some bath-friendly letters and numbers from Mummy and Apa … sparkly shoes from Aunty C and Uncle J … kitchen accoutrements from her Hungarian grandparents … farm-themed Duplo from one set of Hungarian cousins, and a skittles set from the other … perfect, seasonal books and some art supplies from Aunty T … a big nursery-rhyme anthology from Aunty L … candy-coloured ugg boots and a furkin to match Mummy’s and Aunty C’s ones from her New Zealand grandparents … no doubt many other major parcels that I’m probably omitting from this list in a mortifying way … and this late-arriving wonder from Uncle H: an abundant selection of glorious Richard Scarry books, and two kooky little Chinese suits:

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Awesome.

All you gift-givers, thank you! Than you for the things you gave – thank you for wondering about who this little person is, and who she’s going to be. Thanks for being YOU, for fulfilling your own destinies (mapped out for your own two-year-old selves by a parallel set of well-wishers, perhaps) and for being there, a vital part of our lives.

We LOVE you!!

Daisy

Mama Verdure: Garden Diary – January Blooms

4 Jan

photo(29)Thankfully my verdant garden has not been set back by the Christmas storms, heat waves and gale force winds. It’s still full of bright flourishing pink, blue and orange hues. For me January is all about hydrangeas, vibrant florals and fruit trees.

In November I let Zadie sew her own marigold and cornflower seeds. Interestingly all the seeds I planted died a terrible death and all that she saturated in mud then churned with her hands planted somehow have survived and thrived.

The grapefruit tree is still producing an abundance of fruit, I am relishing in having freshly squeezed juice every morning. In a few more days I will be able to start reaping the rewards from our plumb tree. My veges however are in desperate need of TLC. Sadly my weekends for January are already full with kids birthday parties and wedding duties. I will have to add my veges to my guilty list of constant neglect – I am already grieving over the unlawful fatality of my worm farm.

What keeps me going is my obsession with filling our house with hydrangeas. I love their variation in colour – they are the perfect perennial. If I had my way, every payday would include a new hydrangea. The look stunning in an old vintage bottle or a tin can they  make an exquisite chic bouquet.

It doesn’t matter how busy or broke you are – if you have a house full of fresh flowers and can indulge in some freshly squeezed juice  you will always feel a little bit luxurious!

- Zelda

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Mama Verdure: A Stormy Kiwi Christmas

3 Jan

Dear Daisy,

I adore your understated stove decorations and have utter food envy as I salivate looking at images of your mini pavlovas, did you make them from scratch? Can you make some more when you visit?

It is the final day of my holiday, two weeks just isn’t enough. Not the most relaxing of holidays, as the majority has been spent traveling between the extended families and trying to prevent Zadie from her disappearing act – her new trick, which she is very accomplished at and could cause any parent a heart attack.

Storm over Paritutu on Christmas Day

Storm over Paritutu on Christmas Day.

Despite being neglected somehow my garden has miraculously survived the brutal Christmas weather. Quite the opposite to your white Christmas – we had a heat wave where temperatures in Kapiti soared to a sizzling 39 degrees, this was shortly followed by storms, torrential rain and gale force winds reaching up to 67kms per hour! Fortunately we got a few swims in and some sprinkler action before the storm hit on Christmas Day.

New Years Eve was spent at the bach playing catan and I was elated to find that my two rogue chickens French and Saunders were still alive and well. I treated the chooks to a pack of fresh strawberries – why not it’s Christmas?

It was a relief to have a break from internet. I am in denial about the thousands of emails that waiting for me. For now they will just have to wait till Monday. I have a two year old’s cake to plan – hopefully I improve on last years birthday cake disaster!

- Zelda

Storm hitting Taranaki

Storm hitting Taranaki.

There is a nothing better than an afternoon nap and a mouthful of cheese.

There is a nothing better than an afternoon nap and a mouthful of cheese and crackers.

French and Saunders are alive!

French and Saunders are alive!

Rascals caught red handed making a run for the park

Rascals caught red handed making yet another escape.

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