We got back from a busy but blessed time in Sydney for Hillsong conference this week. Conference was a delightful mess of jet lag, nap times, empowering speakers and beautiful music. We finished the week off by staying with Husband’s parents in a busy Sydney city street filled with incredible cafes, boutiques and markets. It was tough to leave! The flight between Perth and Kununurra was painfully slow. A combination of a wasted coffee left at the airport, Little Boy extremely overdue for a sleep but amped up on junk food and the disappointment of the final destination was a little too much to handle. I cried. A lot.
When we arrived back in Turkey Creek we were blessed with a visit from Marty’s brother, sister-in-law and sweet niece. We laughed and ate and drank (water for me) with them for 3 nights and were sad again to see them leave for the next leg of their journey.
Today more tears were shed as our 9 little grandbabies (puppies) were taken to Spotty’s (apparent) owner’s house. Having the puppies here was like having 9 little rays of sunshine (or maybe cool breezes!). They’re not weaned yet, so hopefully Spotty gets the memo that her puppies are in a new home across the road.
Below are a few pictures of us all in Sydney. Note Little Boy’s cute winter clothes courtesy of Uncle and Aunty. The last two photos are here in Turkey Creek.
It’s a surprise! Hehe we don’t know baby’s gender but even if we knew, you wouldn’t find it here! We had our half-way morphology ultrasound yesterday in Kununurra. Baby is healthy, beautiful and measuring perfectly.
An update from last post:
- Garlic worked wonders! For those interested, I peel a clove of raw garlic, cut it in half (or small enough to swallow like a pill) and swallow it with orange juice (NEVER water or anything fizzy) and then maybe I eat a choc chip biscuit afterwards just in case (so what?). I’ll be taking it at the first sign of a cold from now on. Even though I felt 100% better the next day, I still swallowed another one just to make sure the bug was out of my system.
- After too many messy rescue missions, we’ve relocated the puppies to a 3 man tent. In the move we discovered there were 5 boys and 4 girls. 5 white, 2 black and 2 grey/brown. 9 all together! Little Boy is in love with them but he knows not to touch them unless we help him. Spotty doesn’t sit with her 9 kids in the tent very often. We seem to have had another heat wave this week so her body warmth isn’t needed.
- The newest Warmun hip hop video is uploaded on youtube. Click here to watch.
- We head off to chilly Sydney tomorrow for Hillsong conference. I’m a bit nervous about how to pack for a 10-20 degree drop in temperature. Right now it’s 36 degrees here and 14 degrees in Sydney. I was grateful this morning to get 3 loads of washing dried and folded before 11am!
Last night we were privileged to attend a night at the school basketball court to watch a music video style production about Warmun/Turkey Creek. The movie is made by a travelling group who teach the local kids hip-hop dancing for a full week. Here is the movie they made last year in Warmun. It’s so special for the people to see themselves on a big screen and celebrating their heritage.
The puppies are well, Spotty’s appetite reminds me of the days after I gave birth…starving!
Little Boy is currently infatuated with one of husband’s HeliNews magazines. (Thanks Grandad!).
I’m going to have the earliest night possible after swallowing some raw garlic, as i’m coming down with some kind of sore throat/stiff neck/ feeling lousy illness.
Aching shoulders, crook neck, bruised knees, emotional and exhausted. I didn’t think new puppies would wear me out so much! Spotty seems to be struggling with her new “Octo-Mom” status. We’ve already saved a few absconding puppies from possible doom as Spotty struggles to keep her eyes on them all at once.
I’m certainly not complaining about the whole situation! Just like when a human baby is born, new puppies bring lots of well-wishing visitors, gifts of food and something delightful to chat about to strangers.
So far in the last 3 days we’ve been invited to a (Catholic) church service, a local video premiere, a nurse’s farewell party and shared cups of tea with new friends. The puppies can stay as long as they like!
For the last few days I’ve been coaxing the dog we unofficially adopted into our yard with food scraps so she might choose to give birth to her puppies here. I had no idea how close she was to giving birth but joked with a few of our neighbours that she’d birth where she was fed the best! Unfortunately for me, but fortunately for Spotty dog, there was a mix up with our food order with a warm BBQ chicken replacing the (much craved) COLD free-range whole chicken. It’s not advisable for a pregnant woman to eat a pre-cooked chicken that’s sat in a warm car for two hours, but I’m pretty sure its super food for a pregnant dog!
For the record, Husband ate a fair bit of the chicken.
Last night Spotty slept under our bedroom donga which was unusual because it was so cold. I thought we might wake up to a pile of puppies. Instead we woke up to a chilly morning, Little Boy with a fever and Spotty in obvious labour. She made a little nest under our room and throughout the day had 5 puppies. At lunch time she disappeared. I started panicking when 4 hours went by and still no sign of Mumma Spotty. Her pups were hungry and getting cold. We went for a drive and asked a few people to keep a look out for her.
Eventually we found her! She was well hidden under the opposite donga bedroom to ours and seems to have had a few more puppies. One pup I found by itself with its little head stuck in part of the building. I thought I would decapitate it trying to get it out! It was very cold so might not survive. Hopefully in the morning Spotty will decide on a better nest for her babies.
I’m so grateful she chose our house. It’s nice to have some new life around here.
I don’t think I can, so i’ll just ramble a little bit and add some cute photos.
We are a week out from our Darwin escape and it couldn’t have come at a better time. The three of us are going absolutely stir crazy. I’m embarrassed to say I even packed my bag at one stage and tearfully organised accommodation back home with a friend. But. I’m still here.
I am truly amazed every time I reach my limit and think I cannot possibly go another day how God, in his own perfect timing, works things out.
Our water was spontaneously turned off yesterday for a few hours. Grateful it was water and not our electricity! Also grateful it came back on just in time for Little Boy to have a much needed shower before bed.
An awful feeling of loneliness and isolation was curbed today by a beautiful pilot who flies the Royal Flying Doctors to Warmun. I only visited her for 10 minutes to pick up our mail, but it was so nice to chat with someone who “gets it” out here in a positive light.
We have no bread, no eggs, no milk, and no vegetables (well, we have potatoes). Having to get creative, I made pizza dough last night and sliced cooked potato on top with cheese and some frozen ham for little boy. Not sure what culinary delight tonight will hold!
If you thought I was exaggerating the fly situation, check this out. It has since been replaced with 3 new
killing machines fly swats.
Little Boy and his friend at playgroup playing with their dolls. It was so precious, they just wanted to sit on the lounge and cuddle their babies.