Friday, December 20, 2013

The Pink Helmet

Today we went down to the bike store to purchase a helmet for Boy.

When I told him earlier this week we needed to go and get a helmet he said

" Yes, I want a pink one. A pink helmet."

Later, he said he wanted an orange one.

Today when we arrived and made our way down to the back wall there wasn't a question in his mind.

He wanted the pink one.

So we got him the pink one. Because pink is his favourite colour right now. Because to Boy and every other three year old in the world. Pink is just another colour. Like orange.

It's not gender specific, it's not girly. It's a nice colour.

More importantly, the only people who will have issue with the colour of his helmet are inevitably the adults in his life, or the children who have been taught by those adults that pink is just for girls.

And you know when I type 'pink is for girls' all I hear in my head is the leering of someone who is implying that liking girly things is a negative.

Like if a boy wants to dance or sew or play with a baby doll he's girly and that's bad.

Or if a girl wants to jump or wrestle or fight she's a tomboy and that's bad too.

So what I really want to say. What I really want to model to my son. Is that everyone EVERYONE is different.

Some people like black. Some people like blue. Others like orange and some like pink too.

It's O.K to be different and its O.K to like the same things.

But what's isn't O.K is leering or jeering at someone because they like something that is different from what you like.

It's O.K not to like what someone else likes.

What isn't O.K is not accepting others for liking blue, having blue eyes or wearing blue shoes just because you don't like those things.

Because the world is a rainbow. And a rainbow is just as beautiful as a small Boy wearing a pink helmet in a park near you.


Wednesday, December 04, 2013

2 am

I have pregnancy insomnia.

Easily woken and difficult to get back to sleep, I've decided to do some blogging.

Not that blogging puts me to sleep. Just that its better than listening to Hunna breathe, reaaalllly heavily in his sleep.

Also, its not insomnia because I'm uncomfortable either. It's just can't switch off insomnia. Which is way worse, cause otherwise I would totally just go get one of those crazy looking worm pillows and go back to sleep.

I probably have subconscious pregnancy sleep issues - I wish I knew what they were so I could solve it all ready and go back to sleep.

Last week we finally ...finally got our first ever couch.

For the first few years we didn't need one because we mooched off Mummy Gibson or The Shire.

But then last year we grew wings and flew to Phillips.

But our furniture was sparse. ( thank goodness for my glory box obsession as a teenager )

When we moved to 3056 this year, we sold most our furniture so we wouldn't have to pack it up ( genius ) because this was my second move whilst pregnant I wasn't prepared to pack and lug much.

Plus our new apartment is teenie.

Mum says its not big enough to swing a cat in. I decline to comment on swinging cats but I can quite happily dizzy whizzy Boy in my empty lounge room and that's good enough for me.

Anyway, we sold anything that wasn't an absolute necessity.

Our new teenie apartment philosophy is love it or leave it.

It means if we are debating on something it generally means it won't come home.

So basically we've been sitting on the floor for 10 weeks since we moved in.

And the floor is hard. Especially for my soft pregnant ligaments. And I'm pretty sure the carpet doesn't have underlay, so it's like sitting on cement. Literally.

But last Tuesday, thankfully, our couch finally arrived. And a week early. And exactly two days before we had visitors so they didn't have to sit on the ground.

And it was awesome. And it is awesome.

I'm pretty sure I'm in love with three things right now. Hunna.. Boy.. and the couch.

Also, its on castors.. So I can push it around.

It moves about a hundred times a day.

Into the sun. Closer to a power point so I can charge my phone. Closer to the computer when we Skype. Around the room while I vacuum.

Yep. It's awesome. Why did I never think of castors before?

Have you tried cleaning behind/ underneath a couch before?? It sucks.

Actually, cleaning just sucks. So at least the castors mean I can get it done in 0.2 of a second.

Anyway, I just want to advocate putting wheels on your couch. If you haven't done so.. do try it.

Also. This whole post was about a couch. I'm sorry. I'm pregnant. It's 4 am.