Archives for the month of: January, 2013

Sometimes I just want to tell my dad stuff. Like

 

  • I took indi to the beach today, and for once I couldn’t stop her from running into the waves. She loved them.
  • There is a new fish market down on Marmion street, even has live yabbies from Albany. You’d love it.
  • I swam 800 m the other day, and didn’t die afterward.
  • Brought Aidan a rash shirt like yours for his birthday.
  • I made the best prawn dish the other day. Soooo good.
  • Did some more man crafting for Indi’s birthday. Getting the hang of the shed.
  • Your granddaughter thinks its hilarious to terrorize the cat.
  • I miss you.

Its hard, but its getting less painful. Memories don’t hurt, but they linger. They float around me and I take everything in, terrified I’ll forget something. I can smile when I think back, I can share stories with other people about how much he meant to me with out having to catch my breath too many times. There is still an empty place, but there are fresh, new flowers growing in front of it.

Much love peeps xxx

DSC_0132 DSC_0137 DSC_0146 DSC_0148 DSC_0154I am making the most of this little babe before she turns one next month.

DSC_0111 DSC_0112 DSC_0121Get a load of that face? Have you ever seen anything so hilarious? Little miss has got some sass! She is full of crazy, just in time for her birthday. Eeeeeeeeeekkkk only 16 more sleeps 😦

Much love peeps xxx

 

I recently sent a ‘birth’ day email to a friend, as her son was turning one. I have so much love for this lady, even though she lives so many many km away, in another state even. In expressing joy for her journey I found myself writing about how thankful I was to have her in my life. Thankful for emails, letters, phone calls and texts. In the past 12 months I have seen her for about two weeks total. But she has been my ‘mamma’ sounding board. No judgement, only acceptance.

The email got me thinking, about where my support has come from this year (well almost a year, in 2 weeks and 3 days). Yes its hard at times but we made it through. The reason why we did? Dr Google, other mums and my close friends.

Dr Google has allowed my extremely far fetched worries and concerns to be eased quickly, quietly and with no fuss or public concern. First time mums are notoriously known for over reacting (check the hand book, its like rule 4 or something), and although some people see the ability to check medical concerns on the internet as ‘feeding the concern’ for me it did the opposite. I haven’t yet taken tiny human to the doctors for anything besides her shots, thanks to Dr Google talking me down.

Mothers. If you are one you, then you have an untapped source of information for a freshly titled mamma. I am lost for words when I think about the fabulous women I have gained tips, knowledge and confidence from over the past 12 months. Both grandmas’ are 450kms away. They support and do everything that they can, I am so grateful to have them our lives. My mothers group has been a god send. People in the same boat as me, learning with me, making mistakes and fixing them with me. But the best source of information has come from social media. Communities of mothers all around the world on instagram sharing their stories has made me more settled in my role as a mother. Friends (as well as out of touch friends) on facebook have instilled their wisdom and helped build my mamma confidence as well. So many times I have wanted to reach through the screen and hug the people I come across.

My friends. Patient, caring, empathetic and loving. Mwah I love you.

To the people who have helped/paston tips/listen to me vent/given the information/recommended products/set up play dates/or read my blog over the past year, you are what I am most thankful for (besides tornado babe of course).

Much love peeps xxx

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I’m just not ready to add the last photo, it’s all gone too fast. Can not believe there is only 2 and a half weeks till she’s one 😦
Much love peeps xxx

Its time. Its been coming, and now there is no avoiding it. We just have to suck it up and step forward. We can’t sit in denial any longer. And if we don’t do something about it, who knows how far it will go?

We must end the crafting. I am bat shit crazy over crafting. I look for projects so that I can keep my hands busy almost hourly. I have organized, baked, mancrafted, potato stamped, bleach printed, made jam, created art (well in my house it counts as art), upstyled, sewed and painted. Knitting and crocheting are just around the corner. And while I have nothing against those skills, I have never has success with them. Aggression based on lack off success with dangerous objects in my hands is probably not healthy.

The problem is that its my brain that needs a kick start, not my hands. So its back to work. But how do you do that when you have a tornado and no family in Perth to tornado sit? Get a sitter/nanny/awesome person to look after her. Indi has hung out with her sitter a few times now and they get along great guns. Completely forgets about me, probably because she has a new audience, no freaking idea where she gets that from?! So there’s that bit sorted.

But. Yeah there’s a but (insert inappropriate jokes about butts-then quote finding nemo-then giggle-then return to story), she needs to socialize. She needs to spend time with other little’s so she learns manners and how to share, develop new skills and get all sorts of yukky sicknesses which will hopefully build her immune system. So we cross the day care dilemma. Finding a day care that you like is one thing, getting your kid in is another. Indi is on a waiting list, for just one day, with an estimated starting date around the end of February. I’m actually relieved there is no rush. Because its all happening a bit too fast for me.

Combine the sitter and the eventual child care and that means I will have time. Real life, fill with what you wish, free time. And you know what that means? Work. Brain stimulating, challenge yourself, make you think, hopefully not involving crafting work. I feel like I’ve lost confidence in my ability to teach after a year off. So we will see how this working thing plays out for me. Any tips mammas? Besides remember to breathe?

Much love peeps xxx

I’ve been AWOL for a while, for that I’m sorry. Time is not my friend at the moment. Why is it that when your a stay at home mum you find your self more busy than when you worked? I sometimes feel like my ‘to do’ list has things on it that I’ve been procrastinating about for years. Now that I have ‘time’ that list needs to be attacked, items crossed off and the list thrown into the fires of Mordor. But in order to do that, things actually need to be done (Who knew updating your Super Annuation would be boring and mundane?). Most days feel rushed and full, with not a whole lot to show for them. Somehow the house still runs, and the baby is happy and we get time to relax and take a break.

Enter ‘the fever’…

Last Thursday afternoon we took little bum to swimming lessons. She was super excited as soon as we got there, itching to get in the water. I left her with Aidan and jumped in the big kids pool (slow lane of course) and busted out 600m in 20 mins – ps that’s good for someone who hasn’t ‘swam’ in a couple of months. I came back to the little pool and started to do some cool down walking laps in time to see Aidan take little bum out of the water before the lesson had finished.

Indi was blue, and freezing (very unlike my normal tornado, who burns hotter than lava on a freezing winter day, whats up with that?). We rushed her into the shower to warm her up and took her home. When we got home she had a crazy fever (first ever), poor babe hardly ate dinner, took some nurofen and went to bed early. I was a bit worried, understandable, but willing to see how the night progressed.

She woke a few times that night (not unusual) we went in and gave her the dummy (I tried, I really did, but in times of desperation you need to have a go to) and she quickly went back to sleep. On Friday morning she woke at 4.30 am, screaming. My girl normally gets woken up at 7.00 am with out fail. So we knew something was wrong. She was on fire again, I was seconds away from rushing her to the doctors (first time mums are allowed to have major freak outs over the little things, its in the hand book). We gave she some more pain relief and then she fell asleep on me. Which never happens any more.

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Friday and Saturday were a blur of tears, grizzles, pain relief, food refusal, sleeping on mamma, sooking and cuddles. Take away the sick bit and I would have loved it. Indi never cuddles, she has never slept on anyone for more than 40mins since the day she was born, Saturday she slept on me for three hours (20 mins in I was coated in sweat and regretting my decision, but I pushed through it). It was heartbreaking knowing there really isn’t anything I could do to help, and that she isn’t yet able t0 communicate what she needs.

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To start with I wasn’t sure what it was that stuck her down, tho by Saturday afternoon I had a culprit. Its those effing teeth (scuse my profanities). Were thinking it was the molars making waves, if that is so I know for a fact we haven’t see the last of the evil teething pains. Snotty nose, sore gums, runny poop, dribbling like a running tap… just when I thought I’d seen the worst, those rotten things played their ace card. But I’m prepared for next time – I’m stocked up on nurofen and panadol, I have frozen face washers in the freezer, I have restocked the freezer with lazy pre-mushed foods, I have found the best place to get comfy on the couch for cuddles and I’ve become tolerant of pretty much all the shows on ABC2 (I also know a bucket load of the songs, not really a bragging point but I’m claiming it).

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She’s better now, back to her tornado self (and refusing to nap – probably because she’s already topped up on them from the weekend) and I couldn’t be happier. My house is a bomb site, there is food on the kitchen floor and I’m ready for a nap. Normality has been restored.

Much love peeps xxx

We are officially under a month till tiny human turns one. All systems are go (by go, obviously I mean I have written a list and aim to tick things off before we reach her birthday). I am going to go overboard. Its nothing that can be changed or stopped, but I hope still to keep it fun (if I blog about how I didn’t get to sit still through out the whole party, please feel free to tell me to suck it up).

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Here is a few little tid-bits of how this party will hopefully roll out.

Theme: I’m not really one for ‘themed’ party’s. Reason being that I never tend to go big or bold enough so that it works. I’ve seen some super mums pull off themed parties (Yes B, I am talking to you, waaaaayyyyy jealous of your hard core party skills), I just don’t think I’ve got it in me. Yet.

When tornado is three and demands to have a zombie/barbie/beach/toga party I may just jump at the challenge. I could have gone with a tornado themed party, but I doubt everyone would have enjoyed having fans blasting  everything in their faces. Instead we are just going with a ‘yeah that sounds girly enough’ planning idea. I’ll let you know if I pull if off. If so then I will gladly pretend she had a theme all along.

Things I need to get/sort out/make/order/make another list for:

  • birthday present – we are going to DIY her present, and have aimed to do this for any future children also, wish us luck
  • outfit – so far she will have two costume changes. Don’t judge me, I worked in performing arts.
  • decorations – how much is too much when decorating at the park. I might get in trouble for this one
  • food – really dont want to bake anymore after my crazy christmas baking. Its ok to order all the food for a first birthday right?
  • cake – really dont want tornado to have refined sugar. Am crazy horrible aggressive about it. Must test healthier recipes

I’m excited but scared about how everything is going to turn out, invites are out, there is no turning back now.

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Here goes nothing. Much love peeps xxx

So we are here. One month away from tiny human turning the o – word. Shes been hanging around for almost a year?! When did I stop noticing how fast the days were passing. It’s a cliché to say ‘I just want time to slow down’, but I think all mums feel like that in one way or another (on the days they are gorgeous, probably sleeping due to being sick as opposed to the days when they are little turds). My little girl has grown too fast for me, that is for sure.

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teeee…hheheheheheee

Indi walks, all the time now. It’s very rare for her to bust out a crawl, unless shes chasing the cat under something. Walks with speed. Can run away from you, likes to play chasey, and throws her body into the run. Its crazy dangerous. We walk her most days, just to get rid of the ‘running’ energy, down at the park, with the dogs, she sleeps well those days.

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outta my way…

She eats everything. She was a bit fussy earlier on. Now she’d much prefer your breakfast over her yoghurt and weetbix, regardless of if its bacon or crunchy nut flakes. A fruit salad is no longer safe. If the kids sees it, she will have it. And a new favorite is blueberries. Expensive yes, but a super food none the less. There isn’t much she wont eat (not allowed to eat is a different matter, come near my kid with chips, sugar, juice or cool drink and I’ll go mortal kombat on you).

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laying on the charm

We have 6 teeth at the moment, four more on the way, one that will cut any day now. The toothy smile has taken some getting use to. Well not so much getting use to, getting use to not landing on. With a kid that has no fear and throws herself about like an olympic gymnast, there is no surprise that indi and the floor are old friends. We had our first real injury just days ago. Tornado babe had just started her boosters and was running from daddy, her brakes came on a little too soon, and she decided to land ‘kissing’ the carpet with just the left side of her lip. TEARS, yep I’m talking plural (first time we’ve seen more than one), a small graze, a bit of blood and a fat lip. She only cried for about 5 mins, but didn’t want to be put down. She fell asleep on me for the first time in a while. It was lovely for about 5 mins, then the sweat monster started and I was uncomfortable, hot and trapped. She’s all better now tho.

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Oooh, the tornado stopped still for a few seconds, hoorah!

She gas bags so much. Not a big talker (compared to her mother) but when she’s playing independently, she narrates it all. I love listening. She sounds like and ewok combined with a team america character combined with a cat. Its awesome. She can say mamma, dadda, cat, no, ta, hello and hi. But in traditional female manner, will never say them on cue so you cant show her off. Maybe she will bust out ‘moustache’ or ‘banana hammock’ in the company of friends. “Damn straight she’s advanced- check out that vocab?”.

The ‘she can’ stock take:

  • clap
  • blow raspberries
  • grind her teeth
  • put the balls in her car and push the lever to make them pop out again
  • put her rusk, the maraca, hair brush, other toys in the car too, getting them out is a bit harder
  • pat the cat
  • go underwater
  • help herself to cat biscuits
  • destroy a room
  • climb on to the couch
  • find things that are not yet baby proof
  • shoplift (yeah thats not embarrasing at all?)
  • slob and goob on everything
  • pull out everything from the plastics cupboard
  • kill a perfectly innocent magazine
  • back wash into a water bottle leaving it undrinkable
  • snort
  • retrieve a stick
  • upend the cat food after I’ve cleaned up only minutes before
  • give kisses
  • wave
  • share rusk, sandwich, water and cat biscuits
  • create rusk art work on the couches and tv cabinet
  • stink out a room
  • make leaving the house take so long
  • make her mother need a nana nap most afernoons
  • latch on to her mothers arms if anyone she doesn’t trust gets too close
  • cuddle like the world is ending
  • put her rusk in your ear and while your cleaning it out she will poke you in the eye with it
  • drag all your shoes out into the lounge room
  • show the cat her toys (by beating her with them)
  • eat and drink by herself (just waiting on her to learn to do her own diaper)
  • create the most ginormous boogers you have ever seen, and act like they aren’t even there
  • still get all the grannies attention at the shopping centre
  • empty your bag in less than two seconds
  • eat sand
  • eat sticks
  • eat wipes
  • eat paper
  • eat shoes

I think you get the picture.

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cheeeeeese

In exactly one month this little babe will be one. There will be fanfare and tears. We will gratefully celebrate her birthday while we hold back the tears that show just how much she has grown. The most bitter sweet feeling yet.

Much love peeps xxx

I am currently on hold with centrelink with an estimated wait time more than 30 mins according to the robot lady that runs the place. So I think to myself what can I get done in that time?

I have already watched an episode of franklin (yes the baby is napping, so I forgot to change the channels, there is nothing wrong with kids shows, yeah ok maybe you have a point). Now I’m going to attempt to do something productive. Well sort of, blogging isn’t really classified as something productive in this house.

Speaking of unproductive, I was thinking (on the loo, as you do) about all the excuses people use to get out of things. I even tried to use an excuse for not actually making the call to centrelink (ps. I love me some Mozart as I blog. Could they not link to a radio station?), my excuse was I was napping. Except then I realized that 10.30 am is a bit early to nap, so I got up off my butt and made the call.

Back to the excuses. Day off work? Get out of meeting someone? Avoid time with parents? Reasons to say no to the ugly guy? Ways to sound less lame if the thing your trying to get out of is way cool, like sky diving or holidaying in thailand or eating donuts. We’ve all used them, no one can say they haven’t made up a white lie at lease once in their life. (Hold music is still playing on my phone through the speaker).

Get out of work with out question excuses:

  • gastro – classic, spewing or pooing no one wants to know
  • migraine – everyone knows they screw up your whole body and the day before line of ‘oh I think I feel a migraine coming on- boom, day off.
  • hurt my foot, ankle, leg, arm whilst playing (insert sport here) – bit harder depending on where you work, but throw in a ‘I’ve got an appointment with the physio today because last time I hurt it I was off work for weeks’ and your boss will be so grateful that it wasn’t serious he will forget that you had to take a day off.

More ways to get out of things instead of saying ‘I don’t want to’ or ‘I can’t afford it’ or other less cool things:

  • sorry (hang on I think the baby just woke up…      … false alarm) I have a rent inspection that day
  • the car is getting serviced, I’ve got no transport
  • the plane has been delayed
  • the baby is sick
  • I’m waiting on a (insert tradesman here) to come but you know what they are like, always running late.

Reasons for running late:

  • traffic was attrocious
  • its the babies fault
  • its aidans fault (not my excuse clearly)
  • had to get fuel (not watch the last 10 mins of days of our lives- DONT JUDGE)
  • we stopped to help someone that had broken down
  • I was on hold to freaking centrelink for a gazillion hours (31.49 mins now….)
  • didn’t get much sleep last night because the baby is teething
  • I forgot (insert something vital to running of your day)
  • I got the call up for big brother, but I had to turn it down because the last season was sooooooooo crap
  • my good friend Oprah called with an emergency, I couldn’t let her choose her favorite things in that state
  • I was grooming my pet poodle for the dog show tomorrow night. hes in the running for first place you know
  • I had to watch the extremely long bat man movie, just so I could find out how long I can hold off going to the loo for
  • I got stuck singing ‘the song that never ends’ to the baby
  • I had to tweet Kim Kardashian about the fact that she got pregnant before Klhoe. I mean, HOW RUDE!
  • I was instagramming the 17 meals I made with Jamie Oliver and just lost track of time

So we are at 38 mins now…… The baby is due to wake up any minute, and of course I have tried to get this done while she was asleep so she doesn’t get all cranky because I’m on the phone and she’s not allowed to touch it. She has just reached the age of ‘I’m not eating that, I want what you have in your hand, dont even try and make me eat it, I’ll scream the house down, no the water wont distract me….’.

Crap she just woke up

CRAP THEY PICKED UP!

After 39.48 mins. It took me precisely 2.24 mins to ask my question and then I was done.

Crap, better get the baby.

Much love peeps xxx

Christmas was a whirlwind. It was busy, and lovely, rushed, exhausting, pretty and hard. But it was Christmas, and Indi’s first one at that.

Road trip sing along

Road trip sing along

Our little slice of heaven. A cottage by the river in denmark. Yes thats a wisteria as you enter the house.

Our little slice of heaven. A cottage by the river in denmark. Yes thats a wisteria as you enter the house.

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Side view of the entrance

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Yes that is the river (jealous now?). There is a little path that goes right down to it. Would be perfect except for the sludge.

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The deck runs down the side and around the river side of the house. Perfect for wine in the afternoon.

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A giant island bench that runs from the kitchen to the dining (yes that is a fire place at the end). Was great for all the food christmas day.

The property has all sorts of fruit trees, apples oranges, mulberries, lemons, olives, and apricots. There were strawberries and rhubarb, and herbs everywhere. And to top it off it had its very own holly bush. So glorious.

The property has all sorts of fruit trees, apples oranges, mulberries, lemons, olives, and apricots. There were strawberries and rhubarb, and herbs everywhere. And to top it off it had its very own holly bush. So glorious.

So that is where we stayed for 5 lovely nights over Christmas. We were only half an hour away from our families (4 and a half normally) and somewhere that we could relax.

On top of the perfect house. Aidan surprised me with a REAL CHRISTMAS TREE! The smell alone was to die for. Aidans parents brought it out to us, I am eternally grateful. We had brought our home made decorations with us (I was going to use as name tags on presents), so we dressed it up all perfect. With the additional help from a loud m&m eating preggo friend (xxx).

The house had a little alcove just as you entered. Perfect for surprise chirstmas trees that make you want to curl up and sleep underneath it.

The house had a little alcove just as you entered. Perfect for surprise chirstmas trees that make you want to curl up and sleep underneath it.

Christmas day was interesting. I didn’t know what to expect. Indi is into everything these day and running about like a mad woman, so expected she would be fairly happy come present opening. Pfffftttttt whatever. She would much prefer to play with the dust brush and pan.

First impressions. Ooooooooh I could rip stuff off that big green thing.

First impressions. Ooooooooh I could rip stuff off that big green thing.

Our only family photo from christmas. That is indi cranking up because we wanted her to open her presents. Nope, did not care for it.

Our only family photo from christmas. That is indi cranking up because we wanted her to open her presents. Nope, did not care for it.

The calm down after present opening. Santa brough her some bubbles, add them to being allowed to run around outside - boom happy baby.

The calm down after present opening. Santa brought her some bubbles, add them to being allowed to run around outside – boom happy baby.

Indi got spoilt (didn’t see that coming did you). But more importantly she got to spend time with family and close friends, the people that love her. Our aim for the little trip was to have as many people around to celebrate this little ones first festive season. To see the love, share laughs and of course eat too much.

Other parts of our little break look like this:

Early morning view from our deck

Early morning view from our deck

Indi stealing water, trying to look like a big girl for Cade.

Indi stealing water, trying to look like a big girl for Cade.

All christmas'ed up and grandma and grandpa's.

All christmas’ed up and grandma and grandpa’s.

Uncle zac brought tornado babe her first car. I cant imagine how much the insurance will cost on that thing.

Uncle zac brought tornado babe her first car. I cant imagine how much the insurance will cost on that thing.

Have you got my good side ma?

Have you got my good side ma?

Belleh

Belleh

Greens poo;

Greens pool

Classic albany, emu point.

Classic albany, emu point.

I got this.

I got this.

Decorations, catering, organizing, crafting, planning, keeping routines and road trips. Christmas was an event. I loved it, but I’m glad its over. Next year we are going low key. Staying home (minus road trip) or going to someone elses house (minus organisation). Its my promise to aidan (I did not promise that I wont go overboard with all the before christmas stuff tho hehehehe).

So christmas is done. Tick that box, whats next….. somebodies first birthday (please someone stop me from buying all the pink tissue paper in perth…).

Much love peeps xxx

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