We retrieved the Jolly Jumper from storage this afternoon after retiring it with Levi graduating to walking. Benji has been showing all the signs of being capable of using it. He has strong well supported legs that allow him to easily to kick-off from our laps when we fold him in front of us. Levi walked around the 10-11 months stage, so the bar is standing tall. Benj will need to get a lot of jolly-jumper experience into him if he stands a chance of walking at the same rate.
My work has some interesting break-out seating areas and meeting rooms. Here is a small selection of the more interesting ones, most have developed a nickname over the years.
This table is nicknamed the ‘Peanut table’. You can see how it derived its name. It use to be popular for informal meetings until lack of workspaces made the table a makeshift workstation.
This open-space table became known as the ‘teppanyaki table’. Apart from the lack of leg-room on the side, it is a nice little raised area to have a meeting or just chat. No that middle section is not where you heat up the meat.
This strange meeting room has attracted the name ‘The Fish Bowl’ room. Surrounded by a ring of glass, the unnerving design makes me think of an intense FBI interrogations room.
These tables occupy the kitchen area. I personally call them the ‘Last supper’ tables, as they resemble the elongated table featured in Leonardo da Vinci’s famous biblical painting. Yes that sushi and baguette rolls were amazing.
These relaxing coffee lounges are another great place to catch-up for a morning meeting or just have a rest.
I haven’t posted anything around here in a while. Partly due to apathy, partly due to feeling like there is nothing worthy to state. Some of you are probably wondering if I have forgotten this place completely, rest assured I have not. I guess the reason for my lack of posts is that I somehow convinced myself that unless it is an essay it is not worth posting and anything shorter will just get pasted pm my facebook page. After some consideration, my new approach will mean I will most likely post more, with posts being shorter in length, but perhaps more mundane.
I am nearing 30 this year. Somehow that age really highlights just how long ago I finished high school, and how rapidly the last few years have elapsed. My brain bands people into various age groups, arguably inaccurately. People in their 20’s are in one band, teenagers would be in another. However myself being currently 29 and falling into the 20’s band, I am far removed from myself when I was say 21. Equipped with a good dose of maturity being just one of the major differentiating factors.
Funny enough feeling old is not something that bothers me or makes me think of when I dwell on being 30. What does come to mind is wondering if I have achieved enough in life to this point.
If I had to answer that, I would say yes in some respects and work in progress for others.
I did a personal development plan for a period of 1 , 3 and 5 years, a few years ago. The idea was to continue to update that every year, but I have slacked off. Perhaps I should add completing a development plan as one of the objectives. I think something like that does help you be focused on achieving things in life.
Levi and Benji are doing great. I love arriving home, hearing Levi yell out excitedly “daddy”, run up and hug me. But then I hate when Levi is throwing a tantrum because he doesn’t like the looks of the pasta that was served for dinner, even though he had it a thousand times before. I love seeing Benji learning to smile, or rolling over for the first time on the play mat, but I hate dealing with a tired, grumpy baby that is screaming down the house. I love when Levi gives me a kiss on the cheek, and says goodnight as he goes to bed, I hate when he wakes up at 3 in the morning crying for “mummy” to take him into our bed, but refusing to be carried by me for some reason as Charmaine is feeding Benji and can’t come there.
The plan is to send Levi to preschool next year for two days a week as Charmaine returns to work. The hard part now is finding the right preschool that will accept him and then worrying how he will cope. Socialising with other kids is important so I definitely am in favour of getting him into some sort of program before he starts school in a few years.
News is not that recent, but still worthy. I caved to the idea of having two cars, and we bought a second car. It was really out of necessity as I drive in the morning to the station to go to work, but Charmaine wants the car in case she needs to drive to places, hence the problem of trying to wake the kids up to load them into a car only to drive back and do it again in the afternoon. With two cars it is so much easier.
We settled on a second hand Toyota Avensis which has 7 seats in total and very roomy mind you. I love all the extra room in the boot very happy. Got a great deal from an auction house.
Doing a couple of projects on the house, mainly in the front yard. Completing the unfinished fence and putting in a nice path to the front door paved with white pebbles and stone slabs. Will post pics once finished.
Hmm it seems like I have created another essay. Of well, shorter next time.
Captured this moment this morning between the boys. Benji was crying earlier and Levi started singing him a lullaby, followed by some affection.
I came across this Youtube video comparing the size of various blackholes. My human brain finds its very difficult to grasp just how massive a blackhole can be. This video is amazing, if you love space.
Had an exciting new experience at work today. As part of the Finance team day, a game of zorb football/soccer [bubble soccer] was organised on the Domain grounds. I have seen the zorb balls in action previously, but only the really giant ones that a person crawls inside and is then usually pushed down some big hill. The size of these zorb balls were much smaller, with the persons legs below the waist exposed. Someone said it is like you are lodged in a giant cheezle.
The fun stems from the awkwardness of trying to kick the ball all while being bumped (sometimes with great force) by the opposing team. If you are lucky enough you can land some of your own blows, sending your opponents tumbling upside down with their legs wriggling in mid-air. The muddy ground added to the thrill.
Another game we played was bull-rush. The concept is that one person is the ‘bull’ who has to ram themselves into all the other players, who are doing their best to make it safely from one side of the field to the other. If the bull is successful in smashing someone off their feet, they morph into a bull as well, so the next round becomes more challenging for all the survivors.
I would recommend this for 10 plus groups of people.
Here is a video of Levi getting a chance to have the baby on his lap.
at one point Levi gets so excited he starts shaking.