Tuesday, January 22, 2008

Arnica

What a wonderful invention!!! Yesterday Nick stepped out of the house, did a double somersault and twisted his ankle - pass the arnica. Today Jonty's best friend pushed him off the see saw at school and Jonty landed with a thud on the concrete - forehead first. Arnica did the trick. This afternoon Emily fell off the couch, then fell off her chair, and finally attempted to ride her black bike down a flight of stairs - arnica, arnica, arnica. Nina started crawling properly yesterday - we'll just keep taking the arnica wherever we go.

I was wondering what arnica actually is and how it works? Because really, its miracle stuff.

Arnica is a genus with about 30 perennial, herbaceous species, belonging to the sunflower family. Generally it is found in the temperate regions of western North America... two species are found in Eurasia (and I thought it was South African!!!!).

Some species - Arnica montana and Arnica chamissonis, for example - contain helenalin, which is a sesquiterpene lactone that is a major ingredient in anti-inflammatory preparations (mostly against bruises). I knew that.

Arnica oils and salves are used on the skin for sprains, bruises, and inflammation (redness, swelling, pain) caused by insect bites, arthritis, or sore muscles. I've never tried this, but apparently Arnica can also be applied to the skin to treat a sore throat.

Other names for Arnica include: Leopard's Bane, Wolf's Bane, and Mountain Tobacco.

I found a research article which "proved" that it does not work. Our family begs to differ and our lack of bruising is proof enough for us! So we'lll continue using it, and singing its praises.

Sunday, January 13, 2008

Living and Learning

Debbie, my sister, who lives about 7 minutes drive away from me, informs me that she has removed several peas and other foreign objects from her children's noses, that she has the hook gadget. And so I could have saved R455.

Who would have thought that a doctor who specialises in palliative medicine would know how to remove peas from toddler's noses, and would actually have the necessary equipment in her home?

We live and learn.

Weighing Less

After one week on my "weigh less" diet, I am actually weighing 1.6kg less than I did. I am quite delighted, so pleased, in fact, that I ate dessert on Friday night...oh well. Only another 4.4 kg to go.

Thursday, January 10, 2008

The princess and the pea

My darling daughter Emily is a real character - there is just something about her that is special, and extraordinary. Everyone loves Emily.

Last night she shoved a pea up her nose and screamed blue murder. I had no idea what to do - initially I could see the pea and thought I would be able to squeeze it out, but then she stuck her finger up her nose and snorted it all the way up, I could see it no longer, but knew it was there based on the screams (and the fact that it had nowhere to go). There was nothing to do but take her to Emergencies at the nearest hospital.

Half way there she stopped crying informed me - with her usual endearing little smile - that it was "all better now" and that she didn't need to go to the "opital". I was not fooled.

In the ER she was an absolute delight, charming all the nurses and the doctor. She allowed the doctor to examine her with no fuss at all, and then informed him that she was "all better". The doctor said that it was better to remove the pea as it could cause infections and complications, but little miss Emily Alice, very knowingly and with lots of reassuring nods of her head, told the doctor that it was better to leave it in. She liked it in. But the doctor was not fooled either.

He stuck a hook gadget up her nose and removed the pea. Emily was as good as gold and then looked at the pea with hungry eyes - well, her supper HAD been interrupted. The entire procedure took about 30 seconds. The doctor and the nurses, especially, were amazed, saying that it can take up to 30 minutes with kids her age as they scream and perform!

So Emily was awarded a certificate of bravery for being star patient. I needed more than a certificate of bravery when it came to paying the bill!!!! This morning Emily tells me "we put peas in our mouths, not our noses" - lets hope she remembers this rather expensive lesson.

Wednesday, January 9, 2008

First Day - Back to school

"Mommy, I looooooove Jacqui"... says Emily, referring to Jonty's 2007 teacher. Never mind that she's only seen Jacqui about 3 times and spoken 2 words to her in her life: Emily loves Jacqui. Jonty then proceeded to inform me that Jacqui is in fact a better teacher than I ever was, and that he hopes his new teacher, Sue, will be as good as Jacqui.

All this love and admiration for his nursery school teachers boded well for the start of the 2008 school year. As we arrived he raced up to Jacqui (who is also the principal of the school) and hugged her, then rushed off to his new classroom and hugged Sue. Then raced off to the playground to find all his friends. No stress there!

One child was crying as his mother tried to pry his fingers off her shin, trying to leave the premises. Jonty asked me: "why is that boy crying?"

After a few minutes I asked him if it was OK if I left him as I needed to go - silly question!!!! He said "Well, I don't want to leave, but you can go." Unfortunately Emily did not want to leave either. But I managed to bribe her with promises of rooibos tea and rusks if she came home with me.

How hard its going to be to leave his school, his friends, his teachers, and head back to Thailand!

Monday, January 7, 2008

Evil Weevils

Miraculously I found the blog that I started in October 2006!!! I have been looking for it for about a year. I have another blog that I started last year, but that one remains vanished, residing somewhere in cyberspace. Anyway, I was still living in Thailand at the time, and it brought back all sorts of fond memories!!! Here it is:
One of the things I love most about my kitchen is the ant-cupboard. Its a steel cupboard with "glass" panels, designed especially to keep the ants out. It seems to work for the ants - provided there are ant trays under each leg of the cupboard, and that nothing on top of the cupboard actually touches the wall.

The weevils, however, are a different story. At first I noticed one or two crawling out of Emily's weetabix in the mornings. It was a simple matter of just picking them out and continuing to feed Emily. By the time I got half way through the box, there were more weevils than wheat... and from there the problem just seemed to spin out of control - weevils in every cereal box, in the pasta, in anything that seemed edible. Even in bags of pasta that had not even been opened yet.

Three nights ago I cooked up some pasta - to my horror not only did a gazillion weevils promptly die in the boiling water, but these revolting whitish/yellow larvae like things also floated to the surface. Yuck!

I raced off to the internet to check out the extent of the problem - belatedly worrying if I was somehow poisoning my 12-month baby by allowing her to share cereal with the weevils.

First the good news - apparently they are not harmful. Some weevils can pass on E.Coli, but that would depend on their diet, and I happened to know that our weevils had a perfectly good diet.

So what is a weevil? They are tiny little blackish brown creatures that just seem to eat and eat and eat and lay eggs. They have these snout like protrusions in front of them. They look evil, and they are!

Females excavate a hole in the pasta (or rice, or weetabix), deposit a single egg, and then seal the hole with a sticky secretion. Over a period of weeks each female may lay up to 600 eggs, and continue to do so until just before death. Marvellous!

The soft, white, legless larvae feed, grow, and pupate entirely within the kernel. These were what were floating in my supper three nights ago.

To complete the life cycle: adults remain in the grain until completely hardened and then gnaw their way out, leaving a round emergence hole. The weevils we see walking around are apparently looking for new nesting grounds.

That ends my lesson on weevils. There was a lot more yucky stuff, but I'd rather not remember it all!

So what does one do about them? After reading several webpages, I had to conclude that there is either nothing I can do, or that the problem is easily solved - that's how varied the opinions are!!! Being an eternal optimist, but not going as far as buying a second fridge as one person suggested, I decided to declare outright war on the creatures. Oh, and unlike one lady in Singapore, I do not think that they are "cute" and should be "protected" and even fed!!!

I threw out anything that was infested or even vaguely posed a potential refuge for them, I cleaned that jolly ant cupboard like I have never cleaned before, I disinfected, I sprayed insecticide, I placed all my flours and cereals and pastas, etc, in the freezer overnight.... and all the while I was thinking that once I was an HR Manager with a corner office and a fulfilling job, and now I clean out weevils. Once I lived in a nice pristine townhouse in Bryanston without any insect problems, now I deal daily with weevils, ants, spiders, cockroaches... and snakes. Yes, I know they are not exactly insects, but they still fall into the same sort of category of things that offend me by being in my house.

I felt myself getting angrier and angrier with the stupid weevils, and no longer just threw out things that were invested, but took great delight in squashing the weevils(they make a satisfyingly crunching noise when you squash them) and spraying insecticide all over them. They are hardy little critters: some I flushed down drain - five minutes later they were crawling out into the sink! Others I threw in the garbage, but within seconds they were climbing up the wall. While I was dealing with these escapees, Jonty - bless him - was gallantly rescuing his weevil-infested cookies from the rubbish bin because they are his "favourites". With all his 2 and three-quarters years of wisdom he also instructed me to stop what I was doing immediately and rather come and play play-dough with him as it would be a lot more fun. Besides he was "missing me".

I took his advice - well, as soon as I had dealt with the last of the weevils, and guess what? It WAS more fun.

Its been three days now, and I am getting over my anger at those creepy weevils, they have not returned (yet) and I must say, Emily seems to be enjoying her weetabix a whole lot more.

P.S. When I left that house in August 2007, not a single weevil had dared make a re-appearance!

Weigh Less

I joined "Weigh Less" on January 4. My goal weight = 62kg which means that I have to lose 6 kg. I am furious with myself because I had lost pregnancy weight and was down to 66kg, but I just lost all self-control and then gained again. So clothes that WERE fitting me quite comfortably are now too tight. BUT, the deed is done, I joined, and the diet has started. Here's a fat photo to keep me motivated!

New Year, New Resolutions

It’s always a good time to reflect on what changes need to be made as a new year starts. I know that I could certainly do with some improvement, so here are my resolutions:

* Lose 6kg

* Be organised

* Look stylish

* Take time to do things that I love doing

Why do I need to lose 6kg? A combination of 3 pregnancies in 3 and a half years, and … yes, its also a result of overindulging: I find chocolate very difficult to resist.

Why do I need to be organised? Because my life will be a lot happier and I’ll save time, and money if I were more organised. My clutter causes me to be stressed, so I need to declutter. I need to keep things simple.

Why do I need to look stylish? I suppose I don’t really NEED to, but I want to. I am tired of not having a style, and just wearing what fits (pregnancy). I am almost 40, I need to get this right before I do turn 40.

Why do I need to take time to do things that I love doing? For my sanity, for my kids’ sanity, because I can be a better person if I actually have a life beyond my children.

And as I do each year, I have one final resolution: To have a closer walk with God.