The Day I Got Rid Of My iPhone

obviously Not my iphone. it's a handy dandy stock photo.

obviously Not my iphone. it's a handy dandy stock photo.

It was a fairly extraordinary day really. Mr S and I were off on a short hike whilst our girls had a play with their BFF, Lemonthyme (not her real name, unfortunately!). Mr S and I hiked through ice and snow on our local beautiful mountain, Mount Wellington/kunyani in Hobart.

We returned to pick up the girls and as we were leaving I couldn't find my phone. Mildly panicked I began a search and I found it. Under a bag. That was housing a leaky drink bottle. Oh my stars.

But, it was fine. Turned on again, I made a call, I was called, I sucked some water out of it, I lovingly dried it off. I half heartedly accepted a bag of rice for the drive home thinking that I wouldn't need it. A few blocks in, Siri started trying to call people, including my deceased father. (Not that I wouldn't have been happy to speak to him... then I'd be converted to Siri forever!) I tried to turn it off, but the home button wasn't working, then Lady P (aged 2) lost her dummy, it was dark in the car, I dropped the phone somewhere in the car, DMM (aged 4) wanted a drink, it was dark in the car and I could hear my phone saying 'Sure, CALLING ANNA S NOW'.

The car was pulled over by Mr S. Phone was located and switched off. Peace was restored to the back seat. I was without a lifeline. I tried to turn it on the following morning (I know, I know) and still nothing.

After a tense day I began to realise how lovely it was being uncontactable. I enjoyed the mental peace and quiet so much. I enjoyed actually speaking to people (namely, my family). I pulled out my old iPhone for the wifi based apps, and even then I found it remarkably easy to turn it off. The following day I found out a basic rule of adulthood.

If you can't afford to replace it, insure it.

Guess what? I HAD INSURED IT. Confetti. Sparklers.

Except... I didn't think I wanted another super expensive tiny fragile computer in my pocket phone again. If not, then what?

I went to town the next day sans communication. It felt remarkably weird and a bit gross, in a self indulgent twenty first century way. However, I survived with flying colours. We didn't die on the road, I didn't need to call someone in an emergency and NO ONE CALLED ME.

I had a beautiful morning with DMM involving swimming, coffee dates, conversation, skipping through the city centre and cuddles. Perfectly lovely. My phone number was switched back to my old iPhone at the same time.

Later that day I mentioned to Mr S that my number was working again.

'I guessed that.' he said 'You've been staring at it all afternoon.'

Ugh. I was so defensive because I realised he was probably right.

That evening I talked it through with myself (Mr S unfortunately has to listen to these talking-it-through conversations, just makes comforting sounds until I stop talking, bless him) and realised that I don't want another distracting life-toy.

Insurance claim is being sorted, whereupon I have decided I'll purchase an iPod touch for my business/blog/faffing about needs and a super basic cheap bombproof/replaceable smartphone.

Right now I feel free. Just like we did ten years ago. Oh, the irony.

Fast forward a week or so, the insurance claim has gone through with a few hitches, but it went through. My insurer was confused as to why I wouldn't want another iPhone, and they were initially unwilling to give me the cash that was owed to me. After a few more explanations and some hoop jumping (I suspect I even held my tongue at a particular angle) they agreed to deposit the balance of my insurance into my bank account. As is my legal right.

I began the period of time I refer to as The Research, where I spent my spare time being thoroughly confused about the ins and outs of Android phones vs Windows phones vs iPhones. So many choices! I realised that this very reason was why I loved iPhones. NO CHOICE.

Another rule of adulthood:

Sometimes no choice is the best choice of all.

This week I went for a drive, deliberately went to shop with little choice, found there were still too many choices, but made a simple quick choice. I'm now the proud owner of a Sony Xperia 4g phone. It wins no design awards, the camera isn't as nice as my iPhone 5s, but then I remember that it's also $600 cheaper. So all things considered, that's fine by me.

I don't really know how to use it that well, and an exasperated Mr S said to me last night 'Why do you keep saying that? Just read the manual.' 'It didn't come with one! And, I kind of like not knowing how to use it.' 'Well PLEASE stop talking about it then.'

Touche, Mr S. Touche. I realised that I keep talking about it because it's such a novelty to have no idea how to use a different phone. Lunacy, isn't it? I've since made a list of things I want to know how to do with it and looked them up. Just like a big person.

So there you have it. My journey to a life of a phone on Airplane mode is in full swing. If you need me, you can ring me on my landline. I know. I still have one of those.

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FFS Friday / Shiny Things Friday

  • I'm pretty sure I had a list of things to FFS about this week. Pregnancy with Millie stole my brain and what little memory recall I had... it came back briefly, but now it's completely gone again. So, FFS.
  • Traffic. Dear Tasmania, when I'm doing 80 in the 80 zone with doubles lines and my indicator on because it's night time and I'm going to pull in to my driveway on a highway, it's not smart to overtake me around a corner. I know you needed to get to your home in your dirty great ute approximately 10 seconds earlier than you would have, but seriously? FFS.
  • Also, on the main highway to Hobart, the right hand lane is for overtaking. Not moseying. Or squaredancing. FFS.
  • I wonder what the road rules say if I refuse to let you merge in front of me when I'm maintaining the recommended 3 second distance from the car in front of me? I'm not game to try this. FFS.
  • BN Update: they have been quiet of late. Aside from watching them stack their wood pile one piece at a time without a wheelbarrow, I think they're hibernating for winter. I don't blame them. 
  • Millie has learned to shake her head for 'No' now. She knows what it means... Now, offering food is blessed with a 'No' headshake, but placing a plate in front of her and leaving her to it means she'll eat. Ok. FFS.
  • Toni (Braxton) and David (Hicks) are in full force this week. Oh my god. Toni sings her greatest hits all day, and David lectures about human rights. SQUEEZE. FFS.
  • Millie got sick again this week. I point all my fingers at daycare, even more so after I was part of the following conversation:
Daycarer: 'Just to let you all know while you're here, head office have notified me that Whooping Cough is having another pandemic in Southern Tasmania. I ask you to be aware of the symptoms and keep your kids away.'
Me: 'Did you wind up getting your booster shot yet, Daycarer?'
Daycarer: 'On my list! Never fear!'
Parent #1: 'My kids aren't immunised for anything.'
Parent #2: 'Us either.'
Parent #1: 'I don't reckon them immunisations do nothin' anyway. Kids still get whooping cough. Besides, it's not dangerous if they're Kid A & B's age. It's only if they're Millie's age, or you know, like the bub in your belly Amy. Besides Daycarer, we don't socialise with anyone apart from youse here.'
Me: slackjawed.
Daycarer: Watching my face.
Daycarer: 'You know that you can get it from people coughing in public, right?'
Me: 'And, um, you can carry it? And even if kids get it whilst immunised it's not as severe or necessarily life threatening.'
Parents #1 & #2: 'Oh wow. Really?'
Me: Slackjawed.
Daycarer: 'Oh Parent #1, Kid A is complaining of a sore throat and she's been really unwell today.'
Parent #1: 'Oh it's nuthin. Just a harmless cold. I'm really depending on you this week Daycarer, it's my last week of study.'
Me: Slackjawed and attempting to maintain calm.
I recognise that we live in awesome country where we have the option of choice as to how we raise our children. Unimmunised, whatever. I don't agree with it, but that's your choice. Sending your sick kids to daycare and being uninformed about the risks of your unimmunised kids gets me on a high horse.
That afternoon Millie ran a 38oC temperate, woke every two hours overnight but seemed better by morning. I took her the daycare with the instruction to call me if she got any worse. She slept for five hours, but that afternoon came up suddenly with spots all over her face. We wound up at the Dr an hour later, with the diagnosis of a virus, a viral rash and instructions to stay home. So we did. She didn't go to daycare the next day. I kept my sick child away from all the other children.

And it got me to thinking - what happens after #2 is born? Do I need to keep Millie away from daycare until #2 is 6weeks and able to be immunised against Whooping Cough? Oh bloody hell. I don't know.

So really, FFS.

  • I also made mention to Daycarer that if the other kids are sick and the parents won't keep them away I don't want to take Millie there to get sicker, and I sure as hell don't want to pay for it either. FFS.
  • Then there's the Septic Tank Cowboy. But that's a whole other post. No really.

Shiny Things Friday

I made my own bias tape this week. After two failed attempts this year, colour me proud.

As I was making said bias tape I looked out the window. Neither of these two
are Lucy.

I made my own fabric labels. COLOUR ME EXCITED!

Okay, so I made the labels to cover up a Bias Binding Boo Boo.
But it looks ace.

I bought some fabric from Ros' Etsy shop. She is an enabler.
She is also an absolute sweetheart and I want to make her cups of tea.

Sick baby before we went to the Dr. It's in Shiny Things because
I rarely get epic snuggles like this. But look how sad she is. :(

After M was at the Dr and we got her to bed, Brinner was totally called for.
Free range eggies, free range bacon, good spinach, great mushrooms,
turkish bread. Yum!

Front page of Tasmanian Farmer. Good job, guys!

May the stripey bumpy force be with you.

When we had a Sick Day yesterday M was mildly cheered by dressing up
and drinking from her new sippy cup.

M's Plego is from the cheap shop, and you'd never know... besides this.

26 Weeks. The Bump is the only perky part of my body anymore.

It's Lifeline's Stress Down Day today. We are trying!

After a Preg-Reno tanty last Sunday when Mr S went to help a friend
move some of his belongings on his only day off, because he's a lovely kind generous
man, he came home with these for me. The fabric is a giant vintage tablecloth
I've had my eye on for weeks. I love him.

Linking up with Sarah for FFS Friday again. Loving her, as always.

Dear Baby G

My Crafty Space

After living in this house for almost three years I finally have a proper crafty space. It's taken a few weeks of procrastination and messing up the house but it's there.
Mr S has again proven himself to be a Highly Tolerant Husband and he actually suggested we turn the dining room in to my craft room. Bless!
We went to the tip shop (surprise!) last weekend and found this quirky little side table that had awesome shelving on top of it. Mr S pulled the shelving off, attached it to the bookshop, and voila! Sewing machine storage, like it was made for it!
Machine storage

Here we have the bulk of my craft bits and pieces. The top right hand corner houses my meticulously organised labelled tubs. We have 'thread and scissors', 'felt', 'ribbons', 'sewing kit', right through to 'misc crafty crap'. The cane baskets have fabric in them, although one houses interfacing and patterns. Down the bottom you have my letterpress kit with my Epic 6 die cutting machine.

A different view of the room, books to be returned and a
baby helper.

Another view...

THE view.

HDR of in and outside. I love this room.

There you have it. I have a beautiful view, a light filled room, loads of storage and a big beautiful table to work on. What does your crafty space look like?

One I half prepared earlier...

I wrote my FFS Friday on Friday. Then something happened, then something else then something else and I realised this morning I didn't finish it or post it. Nor Silent Sunday. Because life, y'know, gets in the way of best laid blogging plans.

So today I give you a photo of what Millie and I did today. A walk to Lymington, snack and drink by the foreshore and walk back to Cygnet. Divine.

A Girl and her Daddy

On my last day off, when I baked Bretzels, I pottered around the house between baking times and spied on Mr S and Millie.

I watched them through the door between our lounge and dining rooms, and his face was lit up with such tenderness and pure joy at being in Millie's presence as they explored the lounge room.

I see the same expression on my father's face in the photos of us together when I was a baby.

It's only now that I have a daughter of my own that I realise the nature of relationships between girls and their Daddies. It's so very different than a mother's relationship with her baby girl.

Someone told me that Mums are for comfort and Dads are for playing. Millie LOVES to play with Mr S but when somethings wrong for her she starts with 'Mum. Mum. MUM. MUUUUM.' and comes crawling over to me. Then, when she's fed or snugged, back to Mr S she wanders. The irony of this is that during the night I am completely unable to settle her unless it's by a feed. Mr S excels at the rock rock pat pat sleepy dance.

It all started here... about two hours old.
When I look back through my pictures of Millie's first months I can see not only Mr S's love for his little girl, but their bond together has been there from the very beginning. She drinks him in and catalogues his love for her and forms her own love for him.

24 hours old here and oh so curious.

Two days old and she's besotted.

Throughout the coming months I catalogue all of our experiences together. Mr S is a fabulous father, rocking Millie to sleep in the wee hours, helping me get the hang of this breastfeeding malarkey, doing all of our housework and working full time to provide for us, and of course, showing Millie the ropes of our everyday life.

Mr S showing Millie the ropes in our studio.

On my one full work day per week it's 'Daddy Daughter Day'. He sends me photos of their adventures together that melt my heart. He's got a really crappy camera on his phone, so bear with me.

Hanging out in the Botanical Gardens

Smiles for Daddy!

On the beach. She kept grinning after this shot.

Looking stylish.
He loves to carry her in our ErgoBaby backpack and gets a lovely tiny smile when he sees that she's gone to sleep all snuggled in on his chest.

Walking in the hills behind our house.

Shopping with Dad.

Having Millie has made me enjoy such simple pleasures again and when you stop to see the world through her eyes - it's such a joyful, fascinating place. And as a parent it's fun too - when else can you justifiably sing and dance up the supermarket aisles?

We've started taking Millie swimming and he gently swishes her through the water, his hands firmly around her chubby middle. She loves it. He loves it more too.

Swimming! Yeah!

Whenever I see the two of them playing together it reminds me of the kid's song 'We're Going On a Bear Hunt'. They explore everything together and I'm reminded precisely of why I wanted to have children with this man.

'We're going on a bear hunt / I'm not scared'

No matter how sleepless our nights or crying filled our days when he talks about Millie his voice is always filled with love and pride. He is unwavering in his love for being a father and husband. Millie and I are lucky ladies.

As this photo was taken she said 'Dad'.

A Photo Digest.

My friends, it turns out that a crawling baby makes things on a whole SO much easier. Day to day, Millie has more independence and is so happy to explore. This stage is so much fun. She crawls around and explores the lounge room. After a hasty day of childproofing (because it turns out that in our house, crawling was not a gradual thing, just an instantaneous happening) the lounge room is MilReady (tm).

So I have a bit of no-baby-in-my-arms time now. However, crawling is not enough for my darling.

She wants to walk.


Three days after she learned to crawl I caught her in my peripheral vision pulling herself up and planking, yoga style on a box. And now the coffee table.

Seven days after that I saw her planking on her Fisher Price walker and pushing it forward, taking four steps in the process.

Again, WHAT?

So Mr S and I spend our days putting cushions in front of the pointy edges of the coffee table, replacing the cushions around the pointy edges of the coffee table when she decides it's ace fun to pull them out everywhere, nursing her bruised forehead, crawling around the floor with her, putting CDs out of each, nursing her bruised cheekbones, replacing the cushions again, nursing her bruised head... you get the idea.

I haven't mentioned the talking either.

Two weeks ago she busted out 'DADADADAD'. Thanks kid. I love that I spend most of my days, and most 5ams with you and you can't wait to see your father. Then last week I heard a faint 'Mamamama'.

On the weekend she crawled up to me, tugged my trouser leg and said 'Mama? Mama?' Melt.

Yesterday she learned to clap. This learning business, it never stops, does it? She's experimenting with some other sounds appearing and it's so fascinating to watch her change and grow every day.

Here's some photos from our week for you to moon over look at...

Hanging by the river in Huonville

Sunday arvo with Dad.

Millie & her boyf Oliver.

Millie's first Amy Kendall & The Kitchenhands band rehearsal.

She's an Aussie kid with her Saos.

Millie spies... 

Mrs Smyth... bombards you with pictures...

When I was pregnant I was lucky enough to meet lots of other women due around the same time. Some of them, I already knew. And some of them, I sort of knew by association but our burgeoning bellies cemented the deal.

Millie's friend Archie came over on Monday with his Mum Neidra, and we spent the whole day lolling about the house drinking lattes whilst our babies tag team napped, then we had lunch down by the river in the sunshine and went for a big walk through some abandoned orchards. I thought I'd share some snaps with you of our day, because seriously, our kids are far too cute.

Millie... check out that massive duck. And my spotty pants.

All is well Mummy, I've got my yellow ring.

Wow Archie, those pants are awesome. Can I eat your shoes?

If Oobi want me in their next catalogue, I'd consider it.

The Orchard. The ErgoBaby. The sunshine.

With my pink Dunlop Volleys I'm ready to run. Or crawl. Whatevs.

My sunshine.