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Having a kid is all about watching them grow, reaching milestones and marveling at just how amazing each one is. The first year with tornado babe was no different. We sat and watched her every move waiting for those firsts. Smiling, rolling over, laughing, talking, crawling etc. Each one of them perfect, each one out doing the last, all equally the most amazing thing we had ever seen (heaven help our future children, ‘you call that rolling over? your sister totally owned you on that, ps seen that before…’).

Now as we embark on year two with said tornado babe its a whole new ball game. It’s the most hilarious, craziest, funnest ball game ever. With tornado babe up to bat.

No one tells you how awesome the second year is. They get lost in the new baby smell, the tiny and the doll-like features. They tell you about lack of sleep, solicit advice you don’t want or need, hog the baby and if your lucky make you a cup of tea (I kid, I promise I kid). But they leave out the bit about how much stinking fun your kid is when they turn one. And the new firsts, the bests firsts start rolling in.

Indi danced for the first time on my birthday. Daughter of a dance teacher, holds off showing any interest in music until after she turns one. This kid, my kid, made her dancing debut to Lana Del Ray in the lounge room, dancing like her father when he’s drunk. It was hilarious and a little worrying. Her father admits to his lack or coordination. Heres hoping the next one takes after me.

The first tantrum. It was so hard not to wet my self from laughter. The poor child absolutely lost it because the door stop wouldnt come out. Feet stamping, head banging on the wall, hands thrown in the air, the slow slide down to the floor, tears and crying. She doesnt bust out in tantrums very often, but while shes still little they are freaking hilarious.

First poop smell that reaches every corner of the house. How can one little bum offend and upset so violently?!

Cheers. We chink water bottles or sippy cups and Indi now says cheers, sorry its more like ‘chizzz’ with a dog like pant/laugh straight after. Seriously kid. It slays me.

Pretending to talk on the phone. A 14 month old holding the phone over her mouth and nose and saying ‘Elro?’ is enough to make you want to breed again (Note to husband -NOT YET).

Playing with dolls. Talking to them, cudling them, giving them kisses, putting them in the pram and then ramming the pram into other toys so that the pram rolls over and doll babies are thrown out everywhere. So precious.

Kisses and hugs just before you put her down to sleep. The real kind, with meaning and extra slob.

Taking tornado to the zoo and her noticing that there are animals there. Watching her little face light up when we saw the Emus was priceless. She quacked at the giant flock of parrots and called the tiger a ‘gat gat’. How do you beat that feeling?

My most recent first was yesterday when I put my hand out and said ‘Take mummies hand’ and she did. She held my hand and we walked together (all be it for less than a minute). I was dead, killed by cute.

These are the best firsts. The stuff that reconfirms that I’m doing this job properly. That my little tornado babe will be alright.

Much love peeps

xxx

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The long weekend has come and gone. Too quickly if you ask me. Just as I started to enjoy it, it came to an abrupt end.

All of our weekends are full to the brim this year. Filled with family and friends, celebrating and love. We have weddings and engagements, birthdays and baby showers, visitors and trips away. 2013 is the year to celebrate. And boy, have we been celebrating.

The long weekend marked another wedding and a trip back to our home town of Albany. A mini break away to rest the soul and toast two people who mean the world to us.

Here are a few pics, they tell a much better story than I.

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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

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

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

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

 

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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

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