Archives for the month of: December, 2012

2012. A year for learning. A year for growth, and a year for patience. I have never felt so emotionally drained and so filled with love before in my life.

This year gave me a tornado to help fill an empty place in my heart. It has showed me a love I have never experienced before, a life I could have only ever imagined. My tiny human came into this world ready to go, and everyday I watch her grow, learn and be. She has taught me so much about who I am, what my strengths are and what kind of mother I want/need to be. I will be forever grateful that 2012 has blessed me with her.

With the addition of a child, relationships seek a new definition of love. Aidan and I have fought hard, with passion, for the best life can offer our tiny human. Stern words have been shared, between us, debating what ‘the best’ is. Yes we have fought more, but the reason we stand strong after 13 years is because we have something worth fighting for. Children are change, and change is a learning experience. If we can not learn then we close the door on change.

The other half of my parental duties has been my pilar of strength this year. Bit by bit we have created a little family unit, and redefined exactly what family is. Our little family of three is busy, exhausting, loving, some times sleep deprived, excited to see each other, happy, always eating, making time for one another, looking for adventure, learning, sharing achievements, spending time with loved ones and looking out for each other.

2013 is only hours away. What do I wish for the incoming year? I don’t think I could wish for more than this year has been. What ever will be, will be. Que sera, sera.

Much love peeps xxx

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What type of present does Santa bring indi? Do I really want to be in competition with that dude for years to come? Pfffft, I could take him any time. Hang on, I shake like a bowl full of jelly now with my baby pooch. Note to self get fit before taking on Santa.

I really shouldn’t use the tv as a baby sitter. But if I don’t I won’t get anything ready for Christmas. Five more minutes, oh yay I haven’t seen this episode of Angelina ballerina.

Could I make it to Albany with only a nappy bag for indi? I’m sure she will end up getting enough presents to cover clothes and toys and stuff? Ok maybe I’ll just pack light. *1hour passes* a suitcase full of crap for a baby of 10 months for just five days. I don’t think ‘pack light’ is in my vocabulary.

7pm: I’m totally going to get up at give and go for a run tomorrow morning.
2.30am: indi wakes and grizzles for 5 mins then goes back to sleep.
5am: I am soooooo tired, the baby woke me up last night. I couldn’t possibly get up now.

6.30am: I’m up before the baby, better stay in bed and check Facebook before she wakes, that way I don’t have to during the day.
7.30am: Indi stop grizzling, I’m trying to check my Facebook.

At 28 I still get pretty excited when the letter if the day on Sesame Street is C.

Testing new recipes justifies eating nothing but chocolate all day, right?

Why can’t the baby nap on time? Doesn’t she know I need to space out on the couch, not achieve anything and in the last five minutes rush around cursing that I don’t have enough time to do everything.

Crap, she’s pooped on the bricks in the courtyard. Oh well at least she won’t poop in the bath tonight. Should probably clean it up. Crap she’s stepped in it. Yeah, should probably clean that up now.

I promise these biscuits are for friends gifts.
I promise I will only eat one.
I promise I will only eat a few.
I promise I will make some more biscuits and not eat them.

Why do they make Christmas m&ms? As if I’m going to give them to anyone besides myself. Merry Christmas Cass *eats handful* and a happy new year *eats another handful*

What am I going to make for dinner? Not much in the fridge. Probably should have brought vegetables instead of chocolate.

Why do babies get all the cool presents?

Is today really worth putting a bra and pants on? Nup, didn’t think so.

Is 28 too old to sleep under the christmas tree?

They should warn you that certain ‘noisy’ toys may cause parents to have momentary lapse of sanity resulting in said toys being thrown out of windows.

I’m trying to be super healthy and fit for 2013. Why didn’t anybody give me chocolates for christmas? How rude!

Seriously, why do they even make kids clothes in white? May as well sell them with a bottle of tomato sauce, a pack of napisan and a note that says ‘hahahahah, good luck sucker’.

I wish I had enough money after christmas to do the post christmas sales. Unfortunately I spent all my money on buy the people I care about chrsitmas presents. Note to self, screw everyone else, I want new shoes.

Much love peeps xxx

All my crafting is finished. All the presents are ready to be wrapped. All the things on my Christmas project list have been completed. We are in our little holiday home in Denmark, and there is a gorgeous real life Christmas tree that smells crazy awesome. There are lights spread around and decorations galore. With the small exception of making a salad or two we are ready. Little indi bums first Christmas. Although she won’t remember a thing, it will be special. Filled with lots of family, good food and laughs.

May peace be your gift at Christmas but be your blessing all year long.
Much love peeps xxx

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Ughhhhhhhhh

I was super proud when we weaned tiny human back at 7/8 months. Before we had kids I had already formulated the opinion that dummies weren’t a necessity. Flash forward to tiny human at day three of life in our atmosphere, one tired mamma and one not sleeping baby fighting each other to not be the first to cry. The loveliest nurse points out that she’s a sucker. Her velociraptor tendencies had made nursing painful and I had to pump. Poor thing just wanted the comfort (well then, don’t go for meat on your first meal crazy babe). So we tried the dummy. It was a god send. And I hate myself for thinking otherwise back when I was with out child.

Indi only needed her dummy to get herself to sleep. She didn’t need it to calm down or for teething. I could pop that dummy in her mouth and she would drop her head to my shoulder and be ready for bed. When we got back from our holiday to bali we knew it was time. She was still a chilled out little babe, and we wanted to wean her before she became attached to it. And we did, with relatively no hassle at all. We were shocked at the ease of it all.

Then came the teeth. You all know I’m not a fan of the teething devil (evil little snot it is). We had months of teething symptoms with no signs of movement on the teeth front. Then bang! At she reached nine months and started screaming in her sleep. She was restless and nothing could soothe her. She was starting to walk so we were allowing for some lack of sleep. Its understandable that babes are restless when they are starting to develop. But this was so out of character. So we tried the dummy, thinking just once cant hurt. Automatic relief for tiny human. It is so hard to deny your little ones the things that gives them comfort, when you see the pain fade and they physically relax. You just want to help, so you give in. And give in we did.

Now at 10 months she has 5 teeth and looks like two more are on their way. It seems the dummy was needed for a reason. She will chew on the dummy for about 10 mins, then shes out to it. For the night. Most of the time I find it on the floor, thrown out of the cot at some stage through out the night.

Friday night we decided it was time to wean again. Stupidest idea ever. The kid is now attached. Saturday night she was cranky and grizzling and crying on and off for an hour. We would go in and calm her down, settle her if we could them try to put her down again. She would just work herself up and cry again. That is until she threw up. BAD MAMMA! Yeah, so if the fact that there is food stains all over the baby, her sleeping bag, her pajamas and the white (who buys white for babies anyway) sheets was not bad enough, the guilt of being the reason she puked certainly made me mother of the year material. I automatically caved. I got upset, made a giant fuss, cuddled and rocked and consoled (perhaps someone should have done that to me?). I snuggled with her on the couch, gave her the dummy then put her back in her bed to sleep. If you were wondering – everything in that last sentence is wrong according to the research.

So here we are are the starting point again. This time equip with a bit more research and preparing for the worlds biggest shit storm (Oh didn’t I tell you? Indi can chuck tanties now. When she cranks up you sure as hell know about it). I don’t know if we will be strong enough to tackle this over christmas, give me strength if we do. But before she turns 1 on the 10th of February, as the spaghetti monster as my witness I will have her weaned (unless another 5 teeth decide they want to all come out at the same time, then in that case I’ll just give her a handful of dummies, leave her with aidan and book myself a trip to bali for three weeks). Wish us luck.

Much love peeps xxx

This is by far the easiest Christmas treat ever (second to buying them pre made if course).

I pinned this ‘recipe’ a few months back, thinking that it would be a good one to make for friends and neighbours. You know, the kind of gifts for people who don’t expect anything from you. A little homemade treat to say that your thinking of them.

Problem was I couldn’t find any Hershey’s kisses (American chocolates), or when I did they cost a fortune. So the challenge was set, I needed as Aussie alternative. Aidan was more than happy to be my test pilot while I perfected my technique.

This is the result. And they are soooooo yum. Lazy baking at its best.

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What you see there is pretzels, with Cadbury melts (the fancy ones) melted in the oven at 200 degrees for about 5 mins. Then as soon as they come out of the oven pop some m&ms on top.
The dark chocolate melts are my favourite. We also tried this with freckles and they were pretty yum too.

Eating them while they are still warm is devilishly naughty, but what the scales can’t see is totally worth it.

This is an easy and super cheap treat to share with friends and family. If I don’t eat them all I’m definitely adding these to my chrissy gifts.

Much love peeps xxx

Ugghhhhhh this whole mamma heart thing is so much harder than I was prepared for.

The recent shooting over in the US has me radiating worry and love simultaneously. The new parts of my brain and heart that are built to care for tiny human are working on overdrive. It hurts to think how much the families of the children lost must ache right now. My mamma heart is sending so much love their way, so very much love.

They don’t tell you how your heart extends itself after you have a child of your own. It feels like your heart stretches every time you leave them, an invisible connection from the creche to the pool, from home to the shops, from your heart to theirs. Your heart beats for them. It feels heavy when they aren’t around. It beats stronger when they learn and faster when they hurt. When they hurt, oh my poor little dear please don’t hurt. Your whole body feels that hurt, you become a life size heartbeat, running on empty, at the speed of knots, you rush to soothe, to assure, to their side. That heartbeat takes over, until, you know they are alright.

For those families, their heartbeat will not slow down for some time. I ache for those tired, hardworking, broken hearts.

Give love this week, to all those who need it. Much love peeps xxx

When I wrote the christmas project, I thought I was being hopeful. I had culled my list to ensure that time would be on my side. I was really worried that with the all the commitments we already have along with all the social commitments coming up that we wouldn’t have time to get through them all. Or even worse. That we wouldn’t be able to do them together.

Well pfffffffffttttttt to that. I’m owning that list. And along with all the other stuff like crazy crafting, baking, christmas catch ups, preparing for indi’s first chirstmas and mentally preparing for somebodies first birthday, its fair to say that I am due a break down any minute now.

Any way, back to the list.

  1. See the christmas lights in the city: done Little Bum barely noticed the lights due to the fact that the city is way popular for a whole lot of people she’s never seen before. Feeding her with all the busy happening around her was interesting to say the least.
  2. Indi to have her photo with santa: done Best. Photo. Ever. There was always two types of photos that could happen. The ‘not so phased’ photo where the child sits quite content. Or the ‘what the frick is going on’ photo, where the child freaks out. I wanted indi to do one extreme or the other. And boy, she did not disappoint. I love this photo beyond compare. Poor little thing, that photo is going to come out at every chance I get.
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  3. Christmas carols with friends: done One of my favorite traditions ever. However, I must note that tornado child can now walk, and like to help herself to food, and will put anything in her mouth. Carols is a picnic style event, with candles and drinks and cheeses and lots of people. It was fun, and I’m pretty sure I heard a christmas carol or two, but lets just say we were kept busy and leave it at that.IMG_3886
  4. Make sugar and spice cookies: done Maybe making them last longer than a day can be our next goal?
  5. Do a family christmas photo: Not yet, hoping to get a couple come christmas day. Tornado child is the one small issue. Maybe if I feed her enough food, she will be slightly bloated and sit still for about ten minutes? Or maybe I’ll just put yo gabba gabba on, that normally turns her in to a zombie.
  6. Visit the christmas section in myer (and try not to buy everything): done Incredibly overwhelming and dangerous to a 9 and a half month old that just wanted to be let loose. Ain’t never gonna happen kiddo, you are a destructo-baby.
  7. Put up the christmas tree (and try to save it from the crazy cat and baby): done It took tiny human 20 seconds to smash a glass ornament (considering we have never brought glass ones on account of a kitty with a dangle fetish, it was quite remarkable). Our tree is a pot plant (her name is Natasha, don’t ask, it just is ok) a heavy, less chance of tipping over pot plant, with a few sentimental ornaments on it. It also comes with an added feature – a protective play pen exterior. Indi hated the play pen after about a month, so the fact that I can use it for anything makes me fairly happy.
  8. Watch ‘Love Actually’ (Aidan’s tradition, special): done It was on tv the other night. We will still watch it together christmas eve,while wrapping presents. Well I will wrap and Aidan will snore. You know your jealous.
  9. Make baby painted wrapping paper (goobed with love): done (sort of) Pinterest failed me on this one. The recipe for ‘edible’ paint didn’t turn out very well, and that combined with an over eager daddy and a cranky baby resulted in lots of cleaning and some creative art works.¬†IMG_4064
  10. Read christmas books (bit of a change from pooh, hairy mclary and ten little finger and ten little toes): done I even brought new ones to build this tradition, classic golden books. The books are a bit too long and Indi prefers to goob all over them, but atleast we are trying.IMG_3927IMG_3744
  11. Make Indi’s christmas stocking (key word there- make): In the process of this one. Unfortunately my imagination has got away from me, and what could be a relatively easy project has become crazy huge. Finding time to sew with the busy little tornado is not as easy to find now that she moves. I am determined. I will finish it. And when I do, I’ll gladly show off all my (stupid) hard work.
  12. Baby’s first christmas ornament (dreaming of this moment for the past 3 years): done This one was hard. Aidan and I didn’t like any thing. We even went to the chirstmas store (its on the road behind bunnings on leach Hwy, talk about too much christmas. I’m pretty sure christmas just threw up in that store and no body bothered to clean it up). So we brought a sweet little pink deer. I love it so much. Its just perfect. Thank you david jones for having sweet dainty little decorations for my baby girl.

So that is where we are at. One and a half things left to do on my list and still 9 days left. Christmas- come at me! I am soooooo ready for all your quirks and crazies.

Much love peeps xxx

DSC_0114 I must have blinked this month away, it has been busy and full and consuming. I nearly forgot to write this post. Mind you I forget all sorts of things lately. It seems a phone, two calendars and a diary just don’t cut it these days.

Ten months? I have no idea how to comprehend how it has been ten months. Or from another perspective, there is only two months until we celebrate tiny humans FIRST birthday. Technically that means I need to start party planning. I have waited with baited breath for this opportunity and already I am second guessing all my mental plans. Perhaps the hype in my head about this small milestone is a bit melodramatic? Time will only tell.

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In the last month I have watched tiny human step on the accelerator. Literally days after I wrote tiny human at 9 months, she started to make moves towards walking. She now does laps. She walks more than she crawls. She ‘runs’ to get away, she chases the cat. She is busy. Not much of the time spent walking is slow either, babe has a need for speed. Unfortunately her body cant keep up with her and the stats for face plants have been rising.

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Along with the increase in injury has come the increase of grizzles, sooks, tanties, sads and tears. This month we have seen our first ‘real’ tear. I had been a bit worried that she didn’t cry right from the beginning. We were told not to worry until she turned 6 months. Since then I have been on constant watch for any sign of a tear. When most families would rush to a crying babe, I would be the crazy mum tilting my baby over to look really closely into her eye. Just in case there was a little tear I might have missed. This month has brought us precisely 4 whole tears (four different occasions also). Yes I am proud. Damn proud actually.

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One reason for tears was the first official melt down (why dont they have a space for that in the baby book, along with first poo in a bath, first time screaming in a restaurant, first time eating cat food and first time throwing up out in public). The meltdown near broke my heart. I was caught off guard and really didn’t know how to react. I had taken her to the creche at the gym for the first time that morning. Expecting the worst I was pleasantly surprised when little bum barely even noticed I had left her. She continued to be a chirpy little thing all day, even when she skipped her afternoon nap. Come dinner time, she was being fed by Aidan (and fairly content to note). I was off to watch a movie with some friends, so like I do every time I go out, I gave her a kiss and told her that I loved her. I only reached the back door, then shit got real. I kid you not I thought she’d fallen out of the high chair she was howling so much. Nope just loosing her crap because mamma left. I tried to help Aidan calm her (note to the mammas out there – this was the dumbest thing to do in this situation, it makes everything so much worse for everyone involved. Will not make that mistake again). In the end Aidan told me to go, that he had it sorted. I got a text later saying that Indi refused to eat any more, the only way to calm her was to give her a bottle, she fell asleep during her bottle and was put to bed early. Poor little babe. But, as everyone keeps telling me, she’s going to have to get use to me leaving, otherwise there will be melt downs left right and centre.

Now the big one. TEETH. Its no secret that me and the teething devil are not friends. I have made many a promise, just for Indi to not have teething pain, and for our house to be sleep friendly again. Last month there was not a tooth peg in sight. I had secretly wished that if it was going to be like this they had better all come at the same time. Moral of this story? Be careful what you wish for. Looking at her gums yesterday she had three teeth, looking at them again today she has five. Yep, blink and you’ll miss it.

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Between the learning to walk, the tears, the injuries and the teeth, I am in constant state of awe. This child never ceases to amaze me. And that’s just the stuff I have time to notice. This coming month Indi will start to spend less time with me and begin to spend time with a nanny/sitter. Yes its time for this mamma and her babe to start working on their attachment issues. Stay tuned for updates (also known as ‘mamma cries in the car, parked around the corner’).

I want to say slow down, but my busy babe would not take any notice of me. I’m just making the most of being in these moments. Grow strong my little bum

Much love peeps xxx

We are in full christmas mode over here. In this house that means baking till we cant stand to be in the kitchen.

Sugar and Spice biscuits are my go to for sweetness over the holidays because I’m not a huge fan of ginger bread. Here’s my recipe. I’m pretty sure its from better homes and gardens a few years back.

Sugar and Spice Biscuits:

  • 125 grams butter
  • 3/4 cup of brown sugar
  • 1 egg
  • 2 cups plain flour
  • 1 1/2 tsp baking powder
  • 1 1/2 tsp mixed spice
  • 1/2 tsp salt
  • 1 tbsp milk

Preheat 180 degrees, line trays with baking paper. Mix butter and sugar, add egg. Sift in dry ingredients. Add milk. Make dough. Wrap in gladwrap and refrigerate until firm (1 hr-Over night). Flour surface, roll out dough thin. Cut desired shapes. Bake for 15 mins. Sprinkle with icing sugar and serve.

This year I have also made american style sugar cookies (a thin almost short bread style biccie). Original recipe here.

Sugar Cookies:

  • 250grams Butter
  • 1 cup caster sugar
  • 1 egg
  • 1 tsp vanilla extract
  • 2 1/2 cups flour
  • 1 tsp salt

Method: Cream butter and sugar, mix in egg and vanilla. Stir in flour and salt. Wrap dough and refrigerate till firm (1 hr – over night). Flour surface, roll thin and cut desired shape. Place in tray lined with baking paper. Bake at 190 degrees for 8-10 mins. They will be soft, but will get harder as they cool down. Sprinkle with icing sugar and serve (or drizzle will thin icing and scoff your face, like we did).

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I must add, that neither of these are healthy. They are not helpful for hips, thighs and saddle bags.

Much love peeps xxx

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