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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

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

 

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

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

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?

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Belleh

Greens poo;

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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

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