Archives for the month of: February, 2013

Little babes wardrobe is vast. She is loved by many, and many spoil her. Yes I do like to buy an outfit here and there, but it’s getting less and less often. The amount of clothes she has grown out of that are in perfect, near new condition would make you gasp.

My little fashionista. The poor little thing doesn’t stand a chance with me around. Dressing her is one of my favourite parts of the day.

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She is a doll. I love her to bits.
Much love peeps xxx

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Teeth. Again. I can’t say it’s much fun. Being that little bit older, teething is turning out to be more than just a pain in the bum. It’s a deal breaker.

When she was little, tiny babe had simple, easy to spot symptoms. Now, teething symptoms affect me as much as they do her. Oh, and it’s not called teething any more, it’s called turding. Because teething is really giving me the sh*ts.

This is Indi’s guide to teething (turding)
– on mummy’s lap, off mummy’s lap then repeat at least five times. While doing so grizzle and arch back so no one can help you.
– slap away any form of pain relief. Rusks, teething toys, bonjela, nureofen, spoons and frozen flannels are clearly the devil.
– flat out refusal of sleep with our a dummy. Even when u have slept through the night with out one since three months.
– in order to feel better, ensure that every single room in the house looks like a bomb has gone off. Should mummy clean anything up while your watching, scream bloody murder.
– extreme frustration when things don’t go your way. Can’t get the toy out if your toy bucket? Scream, grizzle and cry while stomping your feet.
– only get a mild fever so that mummy has to question wether you need pain relief or not. Then after being asleep for six hours, let the pain kick in, wake up and stay awake for at least 3 hours.
– snuggle mummy so she thinks you are asleep and she admires how cute you are, only to crack it as soon as your head touches the mattress.
– sleep fabulously during the day to lull mummy and daddy in to a false sense that tonight might just be better than last night. Hehehe that’s what they think.
– if anyone leaves the room run after them while flailing your arms and crying. When you just about get to the person, stop short maybe a metre, squat to the ground and intensify the cry.
– look incredibly adorable, smile, batter your eyelids and act super sweet the majority of the time. So when teething does kick in everyone takes notice.

Despite all of the above, there are little moments I wish I could bottle up, or put in a snow globe. When Indi squeezes my neck so tight because she doesn’t want me to let her go. She holds on, with all if her might with her little arms and legs. My heart explodes. How could anyone want to miss out on that. Those are the moments I want to bottle, so when she’s fifteen yelling ‘Go away, I hate you, you have ruined my life’ I can go back to that happy place where she didn’t want to let me go.

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Poor little babe

Wishing you all a fabulous nights sleep. Much love peeps xxx

Take a minute and look at your child. Notice the small curls at the bottom of the hair line, and how they bob up and down when the wind catches them. Look at the small creases on their elbows, and how they allow play and growth. Watch how their eyes crinkle when they smile too hard, as they extend their neck that little bit further to see your face. Feel how much warmth they give to you in a single hug, and how your body wants for that warmth as soon as they pull themselves away.

Look closely at little fingers that grab food, hold your hand, discover dirt and find noses. Look at the detail in those fingers, how ten little sausages are shaped and move. Watch as they sit still, if only for a moment. A little chest rises and falls, and air escapes perfectly formed lips.

So many small intricate pieces of perfection. All unique, all growing and changing, all just a tiny piece of what makes them whole. But yet we soak it in. Bit by bit, as not to miss any thing.

We all see beauty in our children. Not just the physical beauty, but beauty in growth, in that which makes our children unique. The way they fall asleep, the way they share their food, the way they wave at the people that pass by.

We can get so caught up in day to day life, that some times we forget one very important thing. The beauty and perfection we see in our children came from us. Not just by the physical act of being pregnant, but our interactions, our modelling and the time we spend with our children. Our children are a product of what we choose to show them, how we live our lives and how we make our decisions. We are constantly leaving a trail of bread crumbs for our children to follow. They are little shadows, thriving from being stimulated each day.

I look at my little person, my tiny human and I am lost in awe. If she is a reflection of me, if she is truly made from the choices that aidan and I make, then we too must have that beauty. So in making these creatures we see our own grace. If only it was that easy…

Much love peeps xxx

So its done. Little bum has turned one. It was crazy, fun, exhausting, busy, sad and fabulous. We shared the day with some fabulous people and my little tornado wore herself out. All in all, best first birthday party we’ve ever thrown 🙂

When we were planning her party we originally decided to go with an easy, chilled out party. Not too much drama, just some food and friends and family.

That wasn’t quite what happened. But in my defense there were a few outside factor to consider:

  • family coming from Albany
  • making the party ‘baby friendly’
  • Perth’s stupid hot hot hot feburary’s
  • my house will not cater for more than ten people
  • my house will not cool more than ten people
  • Her birthday fell on a sunday, what a great day for a party? (note to first time mums planning party, dont do it on the actual day, talk about strung out sooky mamma).

Anyhoo, it happened. On her actual birthday, in the middle of a heat wave (melt your baby parties are all the rage), with as much crazy as you could poke a stick at (the crazy is me, please dont poke me anymore).

We had the party at Point Walter, along by the river. This was by far the best and worst idea we had. Best because the breeze coming off the river kept everyone cool on the 39 degree day. Worst, because all my fabulous decorations had not been wind proofed. Once everything was set up it looked great (even if I didn’t allow time for ALL the set up). As per tradition we didn’t really get to stop and talk to anyone for very long, we just made sure everyone ate and drunk and was happy. This also included taking miss tornado for a swim twice.

I apologise for the flood of photos… nope, no I don’t. You know that’s what your really here to see. Just a quick heads up, our ‘theme’ was more like a styling tool. We didn’t follow it to the tee, but it helped us choose colours and foods and decorations.

Here is the picture evidence of my crafting crusade over the last few months. Enjoy

Indi Bum’s ‘Strawberries and Cream’ First Birthday

Creating:

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Decisions, decisions. IMG_4555

Choosing crafting fabric. Super sweet.

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Crafting. Lucky she hasn’t got a long term memory yet, otherwise it would ruin the surprise.IMG_5126

Our Printstagrams. Prints from instagram of tornado for each month.IMG_5160 IMG_5178

Crafting a little felt crown was a teary project. IMG_5221 2

These babies are just spray painted formula tins with cute strawberry fabric glued on.IMG_5256

Pinwheels were a little time consuming (thanks aunty jade and aunty mel) but so worth it. The design was from here.IMG_5263

Aidan helped me craft this cute piece. Our simple knot rag garland.IMG_5265

Paper pom poms. What a task. Got the how to from here.IMG_5271

We attempted and learnt how to make macarons. If you haven’t tried Zumbo’s go out and try now.IMG_5278

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The finished birthday present. Made by mamma and daddy. We got the pattern from here.

The party:

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Our little set up.DSC_0007

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The chalk board and photo board (poster by printstagram)DSC_0012

The thank you’s. Bubbles and strawberries and creams.DSC_0014

Baby friendly area. Pillows, tunnel, toys and tent. Also the decorated mosquito net Aidan’s mum did. If only the wind was kinder, we could have seen it in all its glory.DSC_0019

Pom poms and Bunting (By Aidan’s mum also).DSC_0024 DSC_0041

Birthday girl. Little Miss could not get enough ice. Sat there for ages just chewing on it. Like I said it was a 39 degree day.DSC_0046

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Tornado loved the pinwheels, they taste so good with ice apparently. My mum made her outfit. Hat and all.DSC_0097 DSC_0099

Costume change. I was all set to do a smash cake, I had even allowed myself to ease off the ‘no sugar’ rule and made a sponge. But this kid said no. She said, eewwwwwwww yuk. I’m not touching that. The outfit made up for the lack of smash tho.DSC_0102 DSC_0108

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Costume change again. Due to crazy heat, this one ended up in the river. Twice. My water babe was in heaven.IMG_5318

The sweets table. I may have gone a little over board. Cup cakes, smash cake, strawberries stuffed with cheesecake, scones with jam and cream, passionfruit macarons, strawberries and chocolate dip, crown and I shaped cookies, fairy bread, plus lots more on the other table that you cant see. IMG_5321

Pink lemonade. Lemonade, Craberry juice and LOTS of ice. Cools you down on a hot day. Also here, people could write a letter for Indi to read on her 18th birthday.IMG_5323

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Swim time. Up close and personal with a couple of black swans.

After the party we all crawled into the air con and had a rest/nap. It was pure bliss. Tornado wore herself out. She went out like a log. Passed out in her bed, ruffle butt to the sky.

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  So maybe I went overboard. But I’d do it all over again. This was as much a party for us as it was for her. And we certainly had fun making it come to life. Next year poor babe has to share her 2nd birthday with the two of us. We plan on having a joint 30th around her birthday (Aidan is jan 10th, Indi is feb 10 and I am march 10). We are thinking of making it a 62nd Birthday party what do you think? Watch out though, my party planning can only get bigger and better…

Much love peeps xxx

Here’s the stuff I’ve been viewing on the net. Take a chance and check them out.

A new perspective on breastfeeding and weening over at cup of jo.

Dear Baby G is a blog I’ve only recently been reading. But its fantastic. Also, shes from perth. Check out what shes doing on the 12wbt and be sure to check out the FFS posts also.

If you have a child and you haven’t read the Mommy Shorts blog, you have to. Utterly hilarious. My favorite post is this one from new years eve.

Erin over at Erin loves Earl has designed her own range of fabric and is creating the most adorable leggings. She from the US, but her work is fabulous.

Kelle from Enjoying the small things, gives a few tips on how to choose the perfect photos for a wall collage.

I want all these over at Hello Apparel. Keep that in mind come march when your thinking of what to get me for a present.

The new VINE APP. I’m testing it out. No privacy barriers like instagram, but super cute 6 second stop start videos that you can share with any one who wants to have a gander.

Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m off to kick start the tears by sorting pictures of my almost one year old

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Much love peeps xxx

 

There is busy in our house. Busy is helping all the things come together for a certain little tornados birthday. Crafting is happening, plans are falling into place and little by little, a party that somehow looks like the colour pink has thrown up, is starting to build.

Busy is fabulous for distractions. Replacing your focus from thinking, to doing. But there is a catch, when busy stops, your brain kicks in. Yesterday I stopped and I got kicked hard.

I’ve joked to other mothers about needing survival tips for when your babe turns one. They have all smiled, relayed party advice and said in a soft tone ‘try to enjoy the day’. I didn’t take much from it, but now I see why. I’m a hot mess of nostalgia.

I now see the tiny baby photos of Indi (that I looked at last week no less) and feel my heart jump, my face go raw and the hot tears well in my eyes. Each ‘project’ that I finish for the party is another lump in my throat.

I hate that this year has gone so fast. It’s hard to believe its even real. You dream about having your own kids, then when it happens you can’t comprehend how all this magical stuff is happening. And that you created it. This year has been so unbelievable. I don’t think I could have ever imagined how full my heart would be, how busy my life would become, how much learning would take place, how my world would change and how becoming a parent would change both of us, for the better.

Two years of wanting and aching for a child of our own. Then to be blessed with a healthy little bundle. That little monkey is now turning one. To us, this birthday, this milestone has been almost a three year lead up (excuse me while I catch my breath). No wonder it’s shaking me.

How do I not turn in to a blubbering mess when she blows out her candle? I’m so afraid of being that mum, hiding in the kitchen, every year, in denial that their child is growing up. Im very grateful that there will be champagne to keep me grounded this weekend.

This is where I’m at. The hallmark stage. Reminiscing and remembering a tiny little babe that would snuggle into my chest and could be held with just one arm. Oh tornado babe, my how you have changed.

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Much love peeps xxx

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