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The Wonder Of The Wiggles

6 May

Okay, no doubt there have been countless blog posts and comments about them.  But here’s our rendition on how they entered our lives, our home and saved our sanity.

"Fruit Salad...yummy, yummy..."

Our fascination with them started discreetly.  An innocent purchase of their healthy snacks, the twinlets took an instant liking to them.

However, I thought, food was the limit.  We were going to conciously disband ourselves from their music and all that crazy franchise and over the top concerts.  Avoid all the toddler marketing ploys that only burn a desperate parent’s pocket.

Besides, I had decided that being a lover of music – all types of music – I wanted to introduce my children to what wasn’t mainstream.

Justine Clarke and Play School was as general as our household could be.

A captivated audience...

The rest of the time, we showered the twinlets with Newton Faulkner, Jack Johnson (who’s music they were actually born to…another story, another post) and John Mayer.

Early on in parenting I was going to stand firm and not cave into The Wiggles mayhem.

Then, Nulla Nanna snuck in a Wiggles DVD as a present.

Can I just tell you…it has changed our lives.

The catchy tunes, the colourful scenes, the dancing…it has the boys mesmerized.  Almost hypnotised.

And us parents ?  We are grateful because the Wiggles gives us ten minutes to catch our breath from the daily mayhem of raising twinlets; a distraction for our toddlers on the plane to prevent them from completely losing the plot; they leave me relieved because I know they are educational.

It’s simple.  The Wiggles promote happiness, fun and encourage young minds to be active.

Starting from humble beginnings, forming after the untimely death of a band member’s niece from SIDS, the Wiggles all come from an early-childhood education background.  They take meticulous planning in staying dedicated to their pre-school and family followers and  take their responsibility as role models seriously.

"Hmmm...who are these 'Wiggles' ???"

Their signature finger-waving ?  As silly as it looks, it is their policy to use the move when taking photos with children.  The Wiggles are adamant that touching children affectionately – or otherwise – is always inappropriate.

I believe they even write most of their songs and play most of the instruments.

So, to all those who can’t get their head around the wonder of the Wiggles, questioning how they have managed to earn more money than Kylie or AC/DC – I’m darn proud that they’ve been Australia’s biggest export.

The Wiggles are as wholesome as you can get: they care about children; their inspiration comes from children.

Let’s face it.

How many of us can say we’re in our dream jobs, becoming millionaires doing what we love and deeply passionate about ?

‘nough said.

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A Touch of Classic…

20 Mar

With all the stories I’ve written and shared about gastro, our rickety rack home, our beaten up, family car – as the reader, it is highly likely that you could come to either one of the below conclusions:

1.  The author is a highly-strung, neurotic drama queen

or

2.  There is simply never a dull moment in Mama Grace’s household

In fear that there will be too many of you choosing option 1, I will not be taking a survey.

So, as luck, blessings, fate (pick what you believe in) would have it, amidst the family humdrum and commotion, a small little poster at our local coffee shop had caught my eye.  I had initially ignored it.  But then, the same poster popped up at the counter of the local butcher and then at the newsagency.

It was as though Someone was gently nudging me to pay attention.  To act on the invitation intently waiting before me.

The poster was advertising a one time only concert at the Sydney Opera House.  The Cologne Chamber Philharmonic Orchestra was playing pieces by Bach, Tchaikovesky and the clincher – Vivaldi’s Four Seasons.

After much coaxing from Hubby, I bought a ticket.  Just me.  Hubby’s not a big fan of classical music.  So, for this one, I was going solo.

You know how everyone has a “I know it’s daggy, but I love…” ???

Well, one of mine is classical music.  Particularly live classical music.

I know, I know…for some, I’m sure many of you would prefer to watch the cricket *ahem*.

Yet, here’sthe beauty about a chamber orchestra concert:

Its simplicity.

It’s an intimate musical recital between 12 musicians and you.  The rest of the audience just seems to disappear into the oblivion.

No roaring, raucous crowds.  No grandiose stage props or blinding laser light shows.

Still, seated at the very front row, with only strangers around me, I felt utterly free and liberated.  I had the freedom to feel, enjoy and celebrate the emotion of the music.

I was beaming from ear to ear like a giddy school girl when they played the opening bars of “Summer” from The Four Seasons.

Overwhelmed, I had to catch my breath as the orchestra grabbed me for the big crescendos and the rush of complicated, melodic trills.

I watched in awe and amazement as to how their body language and nuances created a perfectly succinct performance.

Each musician carefully paying attention to the timing and dynamics of the other.  Even making sure that their breathing was in unison.

By the interval, I was hooked.  I was a groupie.  I skipped right over to the CD stall and earnestly waited in line to buy a copy.  Signed, no less. (Gush, gush…)

Then, out of pure perfect timing, in full view outside, were the fireworks to celebrate another amazing event – the Sydney Gay and Lesbian Mardi Gras:

After the concert, exhausted but still on an excited buzz, I went home to my family.  Back to my role as the stay at home Mama of twins with all its craziness and dramas.  (Voting lines have now opened).

In any case, that will always be the Saturday night I managed to step outside.  On my own.  Enjoy my own company.

I let the rest of the world show me what it had to offer.

Lazy Jazzy Sunday

7 Mar

Once upon an overcast Sunday, at the tail end of an Australian summer, Mama Grace, Papa and the twinlets packed their bright blue carriage, Barney and excitedly headed out for a family outing.

The sojourn was a picturesque garden, tucked away in the outskirts of Sydney’s southern suburbs.  Among the adjacent, quaint art gallery, there was a bustle of activity of happy children, a clown and balloons.  There was even a “dinosaur petting station” for the very brave kids.

But what put the biggest smile on Mama Grace’s face , from the moment they arrived, was hearing the sweet, soulful tunes coming from the grooviest, coolest RnB and Soul band in town.

The boys ready to play on our wedding day

For the familiar songs they were playing brought back all those wonderful memories of her wedding day.

15 months later, Mama Grace and her family were reunited with her wedding band.  The very same one that, at the wedding reception, let her take the mic to sing a Michael Jackson number.

Unsurprisingly (considering his home-schooled, rigorous, musical training…) there was a new member to this band’s fan base.

In the middle of the garden, there was Little K: Cutting a groove, taking the spotlight:

Just like his Mama, many, many moons ago, dressed as a bride with him and his twin brother in her tummy.

What was expected to be simply a lazy jazzy Sunday, turned out to be a day reliving beautiful nostalgia, a day that saw the very beginnings of this family.

Special Acknowledgement:

When special recollections are as vivid as yesterday, an expression of thanks to those who helped create those moments are never belated.

So, here is a huge thank you to Peter and the guys for making our wedding so very special, helping us make the perfect day – filled with funky times and joyous moments on the dance floor.


Seeing you all again that Sunday brought happy tears.

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