Fun for a good cause! 

Fun for a good cause is my current focus! 

I want to raise money for JDRF. We don’t live close to any walks and weekends are already filled with sport. I came up with the idea of a black and white themed high tea with bubbles. By charging $10 a head on the day then asking for a small item for a silent auction ( could get a bit crazy after a few bubbles, I hope ! ) , I’m planning to have some fun with some of the amazing women in my life and raise a few dollars at the same time. 

Since sending out the invitations, I’ve come to realise the amount of support my family has. People have been so positive and keen to be involved. It has also given me a chance to explain what my amazing boy (and all the children and adults with Type 1 diabetes) do to manage diabetes. It’s been a very humbling experience! 

   

Hopefully no one else in the area needs black and white decorations! They are all in my pantry! My weekly purchase of six bottles of prosecco is beginning to concern the local bottle shop owner.

Pinterest has been plundered for ideas! Making huge paper dahlias as table decorations and wall hangings has been such good fun and maybe I can even sell them at the end as Christmas decorations! It’s the first time I’ve deliberately destroyed a book in my life. The local op shops are a great source. I used one of my son’s old Hardy Boys reads for the first one as I was just too impatient to wait: I won’t make that mistake again but it’s great to see he actually does love books!

I’m so lucky to have a friend who is a high tea aficionado and she is my unofficial events coordinator ( I’m just trying to sound fancy!). Weekly meetings at the kitchen table over a glass of wine have been such fun! 

So far about forty giggling gals will be showing up for a good cause and a few laughs. Wish me luck as preparations increase!  Living in the House of Testosterone with three sons and a husband (I’m sure the goldfish is male too – he only looks at me when he needs food and he leaves his crap everywhere – sorry, bad mum joke!), I’m looking forward to some girl time. I told all the males that they were only welcome if they would be waiters (preferably topless!). Alternate plans for them are afoot!

 

Situation Normal


This week in the House of Testosterone.

Son X:

Played a game of touch football on Friday night.

Played cricket on Saturday morning for almost five hours.

Trained for cricket after school one afternoon and went to the nets with Son Z on three other occasions to improve cricket (or possibly to avoid tidying room).

Played basketball in the driveway with brothers and friends.

Lay around playing new Playstation rugby game for several hours. Honed skills.

Avoided doing homework with the skill of a pro.

Son Y:

Played two games of touch football on Wednesday night.

Played basketball in the driveway with brothers and friends. Allegedly used rugby ball to shoot hoops thus causing crack in windscreen of nearby car.

Lay around playing new Playstation rugby game for several hours. Honed skills.

Finished two school assigments with minutes to spare.

Son Z:

Played a game of touch football on Friday night.

Played one game of touch football on Wednesday night then refereed a game of touch.

Played cricket on Saturday morning for almost five hours.

Trained for cricket after school one afternoon and went to the nets with Son X on three other occasions to improve cricket (or possibly to avoid tidying room).

Played cricket for school team.

Lay around playing new Playstation rugby game for several hours. Honed skills.

Flitted from one assignment to another, achieving not very much. Will need to hit the ground running this week!

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One of these boys has Type 1 Diabetes. Can you tell who it is? I thought not! 

One of these boys is the boy and the egg: my amazing, busy son who has Type 1 diabetes. The other two are pretty fantastic too, in their own perfectly imperfect ways!

I imagine in homes all over the world, people with Type 1 diabetes live normal, perfectly imperfect lives every day just like everyone else and manage their diabetes as best they can. I looked back this week at what my three sons achieved: mainly normal boy stuff with quite a lot of sport, not too much study and the usual measure of shenanigans!

Looking at how people live full lives with Type 1 diabetes feels me with hope and joy. I love beyond type 1 for the way in which it does this.

Beach, Bludging and Blundt Cake

A beautiful morning at the beach. The boys all mucked about in the water with their body boards whilst dad surfed. I had a big walk along the beach. A gorgeous NSW summer Sunday morning. Sometimes I’m glad I married an Aussie!

Home for lunch, a laze on the lounge then the baking bug struck me as it often does on a Sunday. I’d picked up a blundt baking tin a few weeks ago so I looked up some recipes, found one I like, tweeked it a little and did the carb count. I feel like I should buy a lottery ticket when the carb count divided into portions gives me close to a multiple of 15. The magical exchange count for my son!

Chopped salad, marinated lamb for dinner followed by a slice of this cake. A fab way to finish a lovely weekend!

Life isn’t always like this! Let’s hope the busy week ahead is gentle to us all!

Late add in: I learnt the Australian expression ‘bludging’ when living here. It’s considered an art form on a hot day! I previously called it skiving but never had time to indulge!

My friend Maddie!

   

 

  
A little piece of France in NSW, Australia. Miam! I found a little homewares shop in Tours and bought the tray which helps give these cakes their familiar shape. This recipe came from the internet today (please double check the carb count) and it worked out around the magic 15g of carbs per portion which makes it easier for my son with T1 diabetes to calculate the carbs.

The lemony smell is just lovely and I must confess, I couldn’t wait for the 2o minutes before putting them in the oven. On the other hand, I don’t think eating them within an hour will be an issue in a house with 5 people!

Jet lag is gone and the house is a mess but we’ll share a little piece of France tonight for dessert!

I’m sure you could use patty cake tins for this recipe if you feel like trying them.

Without

 Without me, my family survived for two weeks.

Without me, my child and husband managed my son’s Type 1 diabetes.

Without me, they cooked, cleaned and counted carbs and left the toilet seat up.

Without me, they thrived and the wheels did not fall off.

Without them, I found a little bit of myself that I thought I’d lost forever.

Without each other, our love survived.