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Little people party’s are an absolute blast. Tornado’s social calender this year is full to the brim with party after party.

A couple of weeks ago we hit up another fabulous party. I was so blown away by the decorations, I didnt even get a photo of the birthday girl (not because I was chasing the tornado at all). The birthday girls mum is beyond fabulous when it comes to party planning (its her job… literally). The party was a farm theme. It was hard not to smile when you got the party, the decorations were perfect. I’m not going to keep rattling on, just check out the pics…

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As you can see it was such a sweet party. Hay bales and ‘cow hide’ rugs (fake of course), a barn for the food, fences to help contain little people and some extra little details here and there to top it off.

The food matched the theme, there were super sweet berry milkshakes, piglet biscuits, snags on the bbq, baby friendly food everywhere and the most amazing little pies that I had to stop my husband from running off with. The whole party was simply brillant.

Bewteen the fabulous food, stopping crazy babe from running amok, chatting to people and the checking out the decoration I barely took enough photos. But of those that I did, tiny human photo bombed the majority. The ones above are the ones with the least amount of tornado in them.

If you are throwing a shing dig and require some additional help in making your event perfect then please look up Ashleigh Jane Celebration Designers. Whatever the event, AJCD can find a package to suit your needs. If you want that extra pop, hands on approach or attention to detail, Ashleigh can help you. She has a real passion for what she does, I think these pictures speak for them selves. So do yourself a favor and pop over to her website and have a look.

All in all we had a great time, perfect event for our quiet little weekend at home. Thanks for the invite poppie 🙂

Much love peeps xxx

 

 

 

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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

 

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

I’ve never really been any good at keeping resolutions. For as long as I can remember ‘lose weight’ has always been my go to. And for as long as I can remember I have never really kept myself focused enough to follow through with that one. All my resolutions fall by the wayside.

But this year I feel different, different in a ‘I created and gave birth to a real little person! I invincible! 2013 come at me bro, I’m ready for you’. Realistically I’m not invincible, and have a low tolerance to anything that takes time, but hey, it’s a new year anything is possible.

So I’ve titled 2013 – the year of making it stick (if you have not seen the movie ‘Stick It’, making it stick refers to when a gymnast attempts a move/routine and gets it right, she makes it stick).

This year I will make it stick. Aim and achieve. Say it and make it happen. Less talking about doing it, more doing it. Talk big, only to win big. Set goals, touch goals.

This year procrastination will be starved. Projects will be finished, challenges will be set. It’s game on in our house.

With in the theme of making it stick, these are my ‘realistic’ resolutions for 2013.
– one random act of kindness per month. Pay for someone’s coffee, baked goods for a neighbour I don’t know, send baby clothes to new parents, volunteer or fundraise for charity. This one is for my heart.
– lose a minimum of 7kgs. The number is out there now. Aidan’s desperate for more babies, but I’m refusing till I shed the weight. I have already started on this one. New years morning i got up for a 6 am run. Hopefully I can keep this up. This ones for my body.
– photography course. I’ve been talking big on this one for three years. I love taking photos for fun. I just want to know all the things my camera does. It’s about time to use it properly. This ones for my mind.
– a new adventure each month. Family travel in our own back yard. It will disgust you to know that I have not seen any other state in Australia besides WA, but have been to Bali 5 times. I am a revolting statistic, I have to change. So we are aiming to visit some favourites spread across our great country this year. Broome, Adelaide, Cairns and Sydney we are coming for you (should our bank account allow us). This ones for my soul.
– finally, we will buy a house. If Aidan wants me to get all walrus again I need some where that I can nest up and make pretty. It’s the deal maker. This one is for my family.

*side note: I’m not even a quarter as eager for more babes at the moment due to a fairly active tornado that I spend a fair chunk of time with day to day. Should that tornado turn into a sea breeze, perhaps I might be more inclined. Yes to more babies, no to more tornados.

So that’s it. That’s my year. I’m ready, lets do this. What’s your resolutions? Do they make mine look like a walk in the park? Or do you have any suggestions on how I can achieve mine? Help is always appreciated.

Much love peeps xxx

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

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

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