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Friday, October 14, 2011

Twentieth Century Technology in a Twenty-First Century World

Just a quickie to apologise for the lame photo placements and kitschy blogs. I know family and friends want to see photos.

The latest 'blog' took over two hours to post and the one introducing Ian took over four.

My desktop is collapsing.

Meanwhile, I HAVE written some blogs worth reading. But am scared to spend the time posting them since every time I do I end up fighting the computer and swearing at the kids.

Don't even get me started on Facebook or emails.

The baby DOES need to eat every now and then!

So that the best I can do - FOR NOW - is thank everyone who is happy for us, and thinking of us -despite my abysmal failure at keeping in touch this past year. And everyone who takes the time to check in on us per blog and took the time to send messages our way as well.

FOR NOW - it is technology keeping me silent. But I was and am THRILLED you haven't forgotten me entirely - I do miss you all - 'my' writers' group in Stuttgart, who I still write for; 'my' Mommy's group in Boeblingen, who were there for me when I needed them; and for those who write to me in German, because they love me even though the may not understand me!

Speaking of kitsch! Good thing I have to go and feed the baby!

(THANK YOU!)

Two Week Milestone: Sleeping Through The Night

Spoiler Alert: If hearing about how fantastic the weather (and people) are here, if my gloating about the fantastic school system and my fabulous children's achievements within in, already have you sick to your stomache (sorry Lori!) then you might want to skip the piece on the two week old baby sleeping through the night.

Honestly though, I deserved this child.

We celebrated his two week birthday with him sleeping from 9PM to 3AM the night before. Which yes, is officially sleeping through the night. We then had two more feeds at 2 hour intervals until 7 AM.

I have never felt so fantastic!

That's more continual sleep than I got with the twins (or Andrew for that matter!) in A WEEK!

I firmly believe that you can endure anything all day if you are able to get enough sleep at night.

Don't get me wrong; some of this has to do with expectations. Ryan slept this much as well but I was napping all weekend to catch up on what I thought was lack of sleep. Until she slept through the night, 8PM to 8AM, at 3 months and then even I couldn't REALLY complain anymore.

With Ian, I know myself to be lucky to be getting as much as I am.

And no matter how much I have to hold him all morning when his belly aches - I am able to hold him without worrying about what the OTHER one is doing.

I know to cherish these times the way I cherished them with the first.

And I get to share the delight with the four that came before.

The circle is closed. Those family photos are finally filled. (There was always an empty gap in my mind where a fifth child should have been.) And I no longer count to four and wonder who I am missing.

"The Connor Baby" (as aptly named by a third grader at school yesterday) is here.

And I am complete.

Wednesday, October 5, 2011

Welcome Ian!

Ian Adam Connor

Well, we did it! Although my Mom's ESP was sending out 'something is up' signals from the USA and she did mention, after the fact, that I WAS looking a bit heavy on some of those blog photos, Ian Adam Connor arrived - with record speed and WITHOUT that much requested epidural - at 1:43 PM Queensland time, on Wednesday, September 28, 2011 weighing in at a whopping (for me) 3.7kgs / 8 lbs 3 ozs and measuring 51 cms.

"We'll take those pain meds to go." said Damon on the way home.

With happy siblings

Our little rocket man arrived moments after Brisbane Royal Hospital decided I really DID need a birth suite. At 1:25 I was 4 cms and anxiously awaiting that epidural. (Because, nitrous oxide, my friends, is a recreational drug, not a pain killer! Nice buzz. But it still hurt.)

At 1:43 I had a baby. Um. Very nice and all that but....did someone FORGET THE EPIDURAL?!

When the midwives start looking like teenagers....

Blog obviously to follow.

In the meantime, we snuck little Ian into the world at large, but to much fanfare among his siblings and our friends/family here in the area, all who have been anxiously waiting to meet Connor #5, and Boy #4. (Ryan, thanks for asking, is THRILLED with ANY baby. We are co-mothering, and I couldn't do evenings without her!)

Not enough Ian to go around!

Without further ado: what you REALLY tuned in for. PHOTOS!

Dad in the birth suite

Look! Mommy made us a doll.

Aidan and Ian

Matthew and Ian

Andrew and Ian

AWWW!

Ryan CANNOT WAIT her turn!

Ryan and Ian. She's in love, boy or not.

It's all right Ian. Ryan's gotcha.

Sisterly love

Dad FINALLY gets a cuddle too!

So far, it's been easy. You have to remember, I had Andrew. And then the twins. So that this little guy, as easy-going as his sister was, is a piece of cake. He was up the first night - supposedly nothing unusual for babies who shoot into the world as fast as he did - a bit of a shock for him as well as me! But, has been sleeping in 3 - 4 hour stints ever since. (Andrew, for his part, slept through the first night and then didn't sleep for 2 1/2 years after that, so I really wasn't worried!)

Yes, it's all-consuming. But what a joy to be consumed - and able to meet - the needs of ONE baby after flailing about helplessly 5 years ago trying to even adequately meet the needs of two.

And the siblings help. Hint for that last baby: have an older daughter around to help out!

We did it! World...Ian.

Ian....World.

Saturday, September 24, 2011

Poisonous Beast Test

As I was taking the laundry off the line one evening earlier this week I heard a rustle in the grass.

Me being who I am, a nature-lover, an animal-lover, an ugly beast lover, and an immigrant myself, I immediately thought fondly of the little - or big - cane toad who was probably hopping nearby.

"Hey Ryan," I yelled. "Run and ask your father for a flashlight." (Ryan was stationed nearby to deal with my imaginary nighttime fears - vampires and werewolves lurking in the bushes - not with toads and snakes.)

Jedi Knights

Within seconds - I barely ever get a response this fast from my men - Damon and the three boys were by my side, carrying not only torches (whatever, can I mix Englishes, please?!) but armed with baseball and cricket bats.

Like there really was a werewolf after me. And a baseball bat was going to make the difference if there was.

"Honestly, Damon. A cane toad isn't going to kill me. I just wanted to see the little guy, not mash him to bits."

"They're poisonous though." Damon replied. Treading rather carefully.

Yeah, only if I lick it.

Damon is right, you are actually obligated by law to kill the little buggers here if you see one. They are an introduced species - intentionally introduced by early morons trying to get rid of the cane beetle. Like most other introduced species, they thrive here, outbreeding native fauna and destroying the ecosystem. My guess is they dealt with the cane beetles though.

If we could find a way to ship 'em to Haiti, they are the same toads whose venom is used in Haitian voodoo ceremonies for its hallucinogenic properties.

And I can't kill 'em. First of all you have to prove it's a cane toad and not some other local toad. And then I just can't bring myself to blame that one cute little toad for all the destruction his species does to the habitat. It wasn't his fault he was brought here. And again, I'm an immigrant too. (Really I just can't see myself allowing anyone to kill anything, let alone with a baseball bat. Or a cricket bat or golf club either. And who the heck wants to stick one in the freezer next to the icecream?!)

What to do when you aren't sure? (Matthew has his doubts.)

Two days later we were at Lone Pine Koala Sanctuary where we were fortunate enough to see the keepers taking some of their charges out for exercise.

"Is that poisonous?" a woman asked me, eyeing the large green python on the ground with suspicion.

"No. No. It's a python." I reassured her.

"But how can you tell?" she insisted, not at all perturbed by my rather odd accent. (Like I should be an authority on native Australian fauna!)

"Well, frankly, " I told her. "I can't really. I just go on the attitudes of the zookeepers handling her."

Send in an overconfident brother! (Aidan checks it out.)

Aussies are pretty brave, to the point of nonchalance - Steve Irwin, the Crocodile Hunter is a BIG hero here (and his zoo is right up the road) - but even Aussies will exercise caution - and USE a snake stick - when dealing with poisonous snakes that eh, might not KILL you outright nowadays, but will certainly give you quit a sting, put you in the hospital for a few weeks and generally ruin an otherwise perfectly good day.

So that when the kids and I got to the beach yesterday and saw a bunch of large, blue plastic-looking jellyfish lying all over the sand and in the water, although my INITIAL reaction was BLUE BOTTLE, the saner part of me thought that even Aussies wouldn't be letting their children swim if they REALLY WERE blue bottles. (They are called Portugese Man of War everyone else, but Aussies like to put a light-hearted spin on it! Box jellyfish, also blue, are also deadly. I believe THESE were blue blubber jellyfish though. Perfectly harmless. I checked!)

Touch it and see! (We DID ask first!)

A few weeks ago we got the kids - ALL of the kids, not just ours - out of the water when a fin pierced the shoreline. It was probably a dolphin, but it popped up quickly.

I am SO bummed it disappeared just as quickly. Shark OR dolphin, I would have REALLY LOVED TO SEE THAT! As long as I wasn't in the water.

Ryan's solution. Bring shark bait.

So that, just in case there were any doubts by now, this really IS the place for me. The Huntsmen join me in the evenings when Damon is out. And I just let them out the back door. The tiny little spiders help me hang up the laundry. I haven't actually SEEN a redback - the POISONOUS one - but I figure if it's flourescent yellow or green or that really pretty, snowy white I'm clear. And the little guys swing about happily letting me get my work done.

You can pretty much tell how dangerous something is by watching an Aussie react to it.

And maybe letting him touch it first!

Thursday, September 22, 2011

Lawnton Rocks!

Pine Rivers Press, September 14, 2011

Subtitle: Lawnton State School and Mt Maria College Petrie were among 19 schools in the north coast region to record big improvements in the 2011 NAPLAN test. The results were revealed to the schools on Friday.

Lawnton State School and Mt Maria College Petrie have improved the most in the 2011 NAPLAN results, testing students in reading, writing, numeracy, grammar and punctuation.

Education Minister Cameron Dick credited the introduction of Prep for the improved results across the State, especially in Year 3.

Lawnton State School principal Kylie Smith said teachers, students and parents also deserved credit.

"This year's grade 3 is the first cohort that were part of Prep so that may be part of the improvement but as an entire school we looked at the areas that we were strugglin in and really focussed on those," Ms Smith said.

While the greatest improvement was in Year 5, the school recorded improvements in all three year levels tested - Year 3, 5 and 7.

To be fair, the school needed improvement.

In 2010, the school was ranked either below or substantially below the Australian schools' average in all five testing areas.

So were all but one parochial school in our area. (And that was ranked as barely average.)

What impresses me, beyond the improvement itself, is the transparency of the system, where I was able to go online (ourschools.com.au) and look at the rankings and the ability and willingness of educators to evaluate themselves, see and ACKNOWLEDGE THE NEED FOR IMPROVEMENT and then do something about it.

The teachers and administrators have worked really really hard.

But you can't improve if you don't admit there is a problem in the first place.

This frankness, honesty, and willingness to admit there is need for improvement is the basis for the improvement. (Try getting ANY national test results out of a German school - even on your own child - it is all classifed as state secret apparently.)

The willingness to work longer hours, to work harder in those longer hours and to try new programs....the willingness to try something new...oh, heck, you all know where I am going with this.

Who knew I deserved a school like this for my children?!

Really. This is the kind of school my children get to go to. (And the message on the board was posted in May, long before the national test results came back.)
It's attitude like this that gets the job done.

I asked Ryan why she thought we were all so much happier here than in our old school in Germany.

She very thoughtfully came up with three reasons. (Negating my need to worry about her processing and synthesizing abilities!)

1. They help me here when I need it.
2. We have one teacher for all of our main subjects.
3. We aren't stuck in the same classroom all day.

Eh. Every now and then we can get her to knuckle down and read.

1. In Germany Ryan was ignored and overlooked. She was quiet and didn't make trouble. And so noone bothered to help her even though it was obvious from at least second grade on that she needed it. Her classwork was half-finished and incorrect. She had no idea what they had done all day. And yet that was all seen as her own fault, for not being more mature to get it done. When I tried to talk to the teachers about helping her, I was seen as overambitious and meddling.

The entire class of around 30 students was taught at one - admittedly academically high - level. Tough luck if you couldn't keep up. Not every child can go to university you know. This, of course decided by second grade. No special help for those who needed it, no extra challenges for those who were ahead and bored. No small group work at all. (This is seen as unfair. All the kids should be treated equally - interpreted as EXACTLY THE SAME - even though each one has individual strengths, weaknesses and needs.) This system is so horrendous and outdated that the United Nations has officially cited it as a violation of human rights. No kidding.

2. From first grade on the kids in Germany had at least four teachers for German, Maths, English, Religion let alone Sports and Music. When I tried to talk to Ryan's third grade teacher about her problems in math she HAD NO IDEA how Ryan was doing in math. NONE AT ALL. This despite the fact that I had been asking for help for Ryan for three years and could see the correlation between her reading and comprehension difficulties and her comprehension problems in math. NO ONE KNEW. NO ONE CARED. Not all kids can go to university you know.

3. The school in Altdorf had no library. How unbelievable is that? There were 30 computers in a computer lab. For over 400 kids. No computer interface in the classrooms. The kids sat at their desks all day. Here the kids alternate serious maths and writing time with trips to the library and computers. (They also have computers in all the classroom and the teachers can and do access the internet for lessons.) The large, grassy sports fields - and the climate to use them year round - are an admitted luxury. As are the gardening and cooking classes. The music program. The choir. The interschool sports and scholastic competitions.

Poor Aussie kids - FORCED to read and write at 5!

Funny enough, Ryan and Andrew both feel they are learning MORE here than they did in Germany. To be fair, I believe it is just a change in emphasis. Since the kids don't have to spend as much time learning to form their letters perfectly (they do work on it but not to the same all-exclusive extent as in Germany) or rewriting their essays four times (talk about taking all the joy out of writing) they are able to spend more time on science and history and social studies and the world around them.

I'm just so proud of our little school.

And while I know I need to get over the anger I have towards the German system, it does make me sad that children I know and love and Germany are stuck in it.

A culture of change. An ability to acknowledge faults and seek improvement.

It'd also take BUTTLOADS of taxpayer money to overhaul a decrepit system that still teaches the kids NOTHING in the years before first grade and then only teaches the kids part-time once they reach school-age. With no teachers' aides, with no improvements in the schools...

Our school isn't perfect.

Lawnton State School pride

But it is still paradise. Thank you Lawnton State School for making each one of my children special and for helping each one of them to grow into the best people they can be.