Monthly Archives: June 2012

5 Reasons why I think my son is a puppy


Exhibit A

1. He chews on EVERYTHING.

Books, clothes, plants, hand rails, the pram straps, absolutely everything.

If he likes it, he chews on it. If he doesn’t like it, he chews on it. If it’s sparkly, he chews on it. If it makes noise, he chews on it. If it’s soft, he chews on it. If it’s hard, he chews on it. I have never seen him hold something in his hand for longer than 10-20 seconds without putting it in his mouth. I’ve watched him scrape the paint off those metal tins that Extra Mints come in. But his favourite things to chew on, by far, are shoes and anything that squeaks.


2. He loves getting air blown in his face.

He giggles, closes his eyes and pulls away, then immediately comes back for more. It’s like he can’t breathe while I’m doing it and it gives him this adrenalin hit that he LOVES.


3. While he can walk on two legs, he prefers to get around on all fours.

He is capable of walking upright ‘like a human’, I have witnessed it, but he will usually forgo the extra effort to just crawl instead.


4. He has mastered the art of ‘Sit’, ‘Stand’ and ‘Roll Over’, but needs to work a little on ‘Stay’.

This is about the same level of obedience that I have received from dogs I have owned through-out my life. And, as in all other cases, the likelihood of a correct response to a command is always greatly improved by the presence of treats and rewards.


5. He chases the cats.

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What’s in a name?

I was born Rhea Louise Cook.

It’s changed a couple of times since then.


I’ve always loved my first name. Even all the horrible-bodily-function related nicknames couldn’t get me down (I would like to thank my brother and sister for completely desensitizing me towards them before I got to school).

But when I was about 4-5 years old I decided that I didn’t like my middle name at all and wanted to change it. With the help of my sister I settled on Renee. My whole family completely excepted it, to the point where my mother told a straight faced lie to a government official and my first Passport was issued to Rhea Renee Cook. With the help of that passport I got many other forms of ID in my adopted middle name, but that passport was eventually lost (like many others, but that’s another story, or 4….) and over time I had to revert back to Louise. Which I wasn’t particularly happy about. Until I found this coaster:

It says ‘From the Old German, meaning ‘famous, woman-warrior’. She is capable, charming and intelligent and works hard to reach her goals. A great reader of character’.

I like that.

I REALLY like that.

And it got me thinking, what do my other names mean?


I had some inner turmoil about changing my last name when I got married.

My father had instilled a lot of importance in being a Cook. We were different, we were Us, we were Cooks.

But I wanted to have the same name as my son and my husband. I wanted everyone to know that we were a unit. And I didn’t want to deal with the confusion of having separate names. So with a little trepidation I changed my name to Hepburn (now that I have met many of the Hepburn clan there is no longer any trepidation but, again, that is a story for another day).


That brings the total count up to 5 names: Rhea Louise (Renee) Cook (Hepburn).

Let’s start at the beginning.


Rhea: Flowing; stream; mother.

“Rhea has its origins in the Old Greek language, and it is used largely in English, German, and Greek. Rheia (Old Greek) is an old form of the name. The name is of obscure meaning, possibly from rheo (‘to flow’) or rheos (‘river, stream’). The name was borne in Greek mythology by the daughter of the Titans Uranus and Gaia. She became the mother of Zeus, Poseidon, Hades, Hera, Demeter, and Hestia, and consequently appeared as a prominent figure in various folk tales. In Roman mythology, Rhea Silvia was the mother of the legendary founders of Rome, the twins Romulus and Remus. Another mythological Rhea was the priestess mother of Aventinus by Hercules.” (paraphrased from this site)

Basically they aren’t sure how it was put together but it was first used as the name for a great mother, and many great mothers since. When I first learned of the story of Rhea and Kronus I was captivated (if you’ve fallen behind on your Greek Mythology there’s a great summary here). She was such a strong, cunning, loving woman. I was so proud to share the same title. I have always wanted to be a mum (along with a whole bunch of other things) and now I understood that it was, literally, a part of my being.


Louise: Fame/loud, Fighter/warrior.

Louise is the female version of Louis, which is derived from Ludwig which is “From the Germanic name Chlodovech which meant “famous warrior”, composed of the elements hlud ‘fame’ and wig ‘warrior’.” (stolen from this site) (I got the ‘Loud’ reference from this site)

I know we’ve covered this, but I really like that. I am loud (I’m ok with that) and I sure know how to fight (my father used to say I could argue with a brick wall). I can get very passionate about my beliefs and opinions and have recently discovered, through a job as a travel consultant, that I am pretty good at convincing people of things (yes, I was once told that I could sell ice to Eskimos. I replied with “only if it was the best ice around”) I also used to dream of being famous (don’t we all?) but not in the ‘movie star’ sense. I didn’t want to be recognised on the street; I wanted to be know for something great.


Renee: Rebirth, born again.

Renee is the female form of Rene, the French version of Renatus which is a “Late Latin name meaning ‘born again’.” (acquired from this site)

You gotta be kidding me.

I wanted a new name and I picked one that meant rebirth, renewal, born again?! Couldn’t have written that in a script, would’ve been WAY to corny.


Now last names are a little different. They were usually used as a reference to the person’s profession or where they were from, so their ‘meanings’ can be a little more complicated, or very simple.


Cook: A Cook (duh!)

“Derived from Old English coc meaning “cook”. It was an occupational name for a cook, a man who sold cooked meats, or a keeper of an eating house.” (pinched from this site)

My brother got me my first job in a restaurant when I was 15. For the next 8 years Hospitality was my industry, always in the kitchen. I did dishes for a while but when the Chefs discovered I could handle a knife, and the pressure, it was hard to stay at the sink. I’ve never wanted to do it as a career. To be a chef you have to LOVE food and I just don’t. I’m a very plain eater and I just didn’t have the passion for it. So I was never a chef, only ever a Cook. Though I have often entertained dreams of owning my own bar/restaurant.


Hepburn: High burial mound; High place beside the water.

“The name is thought to have derived from either the town of Hebron or Hebburn, both of which are in Northumberland. The origins of the name are suggested to be the same as that of Hebborne from the Old English words heah (“high”) and byrgen (“burial mound”). Alternatively it could mean something along the lines of “high place beside the water”, as the word burn is a still widely used in Northumbrian and Scots for stream.” (transcribed from this site)

I don’t mind either interpretation. I have always lived close to water, whether high or low; always been a water baby. And the ‘High Burial Mound’ conveys importance. Throughout history only important people have been buried in burial mounds; the more important the person, the bigger the mound (summarized from this site).


So, in summary, my name is that of a flowing, loud, important, great mother and famous warrior, who cooks.

I am totally cool with that.


What does your name mean?

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Yay for Sunshine!


It’s been rainy, English weather since I got back from Brisbane a week ago. Between that and some post-holidayitis I have found it hard to get back into the swing of things at home. I’ve mostly been very lazy, doing only the bare minimum when it comes to housework.

But this morning I can feel, and see, a change.

I’ve already cleaned unfucked the kitty litter tray, the floors – inside and out, the kitchen and done two loads of washing, and it’s only 11am!

Go me 🙂

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Some time away

Last weekend I traveled to Brisbane with the X-Man to spend a bit of time with an old friend and help celebrate her birthday. We haven’t seen each other in almost 3 years and that time was only a quick visit. We have both since had children (second for her, first for me) so it was really great to spend a few days catching up and discussing new topics.

On Friday we took the kidlets into the city on the train to visit the Museum.

And had lots of fun clowning around.

While we were there I was VERY surprised by the arrival of my beautiful sister. She, Tui, and my friend, Niki, had been organizing for months. Apparently everyone knew except for me. It was great. I never get surprises and I really cherished this one. I had such limited time in Brisbane and, already spread very thin, had no time to visit Tui on the Gold Coast. But instead she came to me!

After walking around Southbank in the rain we went home and prepared for a party! That night there was many laughs and drinks with friends, old and new, around a backyard fire.

Niki, Tui and I were the last ones standing. We only went to bed because it was 5am and we thought we should maybe get an hour or so of sleep before the kids woke up (party poopers).

On Saturday morning Tui and I went to lunch with some of my new in-laws. I must say I married into an awesome family. I have spent limited time with them but the love I feel for them is not limited at all.

And what an eclectic bunch! Everything from bikies to lawyers, it’s fantastic. So funny, kind, giving, smart, wise, thoughtful (for they are all different qualities), open and happy! I am so lucky to have so many amazing people not only in my life but in X-Man’s life too. His gonna have one hectic family tree 🙂

That night we went to The Albion Comedy Club. I’ve never seen comedy live before and let me tell you… it was Freakin Awesome! Great comedians, good atmosphere, nice food, the whole package. We didn’t have enough money for the $30 steaks, though they looked fantastic, so instead we got the cheese platter for two which easily fed all 4 of us (Niki’s other half was with us too) with cheese to spare. Parking was a b*!ch though, just a heads up.

Sunday it was time to come home. Hubby and MIL met me at the airport. We took advantage of being in ‘the big smoke’ and went to the movies and saw Men In Black 3 (4 stars) while MIL watched the X-Man at a cousins house.

It was so great to spend some time with a close friend who is also a mum. I have a couple close female friends in my town but neither of them have kids. They both LOVE X-Man and are very involved and interested in him, but it’s still not quite the same. They haven’t ‘been there, done that’ which is incredibly comforting to hear sometimes. Also, spending some time with some older kidlets was very beneficial to me. It showed me some situations and methods I hadn’t contemplated yet.

So all in all the trip was an eye-opening, laughter-enducing success.

But I won’t be doing it again anytime soon.

Especially after the mess I came home too…..

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