Waiting for the bombshell

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I seem to start every post with “I haven’t written in a while because…”.  My excuse this time is because I haven’t known how to put any of the past couple of months into words.  If you’ve followed my previous …

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I could do better.

Penguin doing a poo

Penguin doing a poo

Hmmm.  I need another weekend please.  If I could have another weekend I’d do a whole lot of things differently. I wouldn’t waste two hours watching ‘Gravity’…sadly I didn’t see it in 3D, though I’m sure that spared me a different type of chunder.  When we were at the zoo and my daughter was being thrown about like a doll by two older girls, carried and dragged about like a play thing, I would have created a diversion and whisked her away for some quiet time…before she lost her marbles…I would have sat her down and said “I understand that this is doing your head in, I know that you need to run your own show, I was sooooo like you…we can deal with this without rudeness…can’t we?…let me help you…”  (Other kids might cling to their parents to get away from unwanted manhandling but my daughter becomes defiant and bolshy so it aint so much fun).  When we went swimming and I bumped into someone from many, many moons ago and she said “oh my god you’re son is sooooo tiny.  My daughter’s only three months younger and look at the size of her!”…I would have landed her a great big dunking under the water and swum off.  When I went to Aldi and the checkout bloke hurled a week’s worth of shopping at my trolley at break neck speed (which, incidentally, I now see as a personal challenge) I would have yelled out “Game on!” and treated the stacking of my trolley as some sort of fight to the death (it kind of is).  When we all went as a family to the garden centre and the kids saw it as an indoor play centre and went properly mental around the store (yes, we were that out of control family…yes we were) I would have loosened the leash a little and cared less about how this might be impacting on other shoppers.  Actually, if I had the weekend again, I’d slow things down.  I’d forgo the filling of every moment with things to do (though now the garden has irrigation, veggies are planted, fresh grass seeds are germinating and the wood and paint for the outdoor blackboard has been bought…somehow these things have to get done with a four year old and nearly two year old in tow) and I’d sit on the floor and let the kids climb all over me.  I’d read as many books as they brought to me.  I’d oooh and aaah at every scribble and glued up piece of paper.  I’d entertain the “mummy, I’m Elsa not Maple” for the umpteenth time, with greater enthusiasm (some enthusiasm).  I’d bring out bowls to be filled with sweet-making ingredients and sit on the kitchen floor and get covered in muck.  I’d care far less about the mess.  I’d care far less about the time.  And there would be even more music.  But I did cook the best carbonara in the history of carbonara and a couple of South Indian curries from scratch (we miss you Rasa), we did laugh our heads off at Louis C.K., we did drink wine in the late sunshine in the newly planted garden, we did question whether we are phuquing up this parenting lark and decided that we’re doing ok but there is room for improvement, and we did fall more in love with our children and each other.  And there are plenty more weekends to come.  Note to self.

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Boob or Bust! I’ll breastfeed my son until WE are good and ready.

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Breastfeeding

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So many things have stood in the way of me writing regularly and so there has been a wee hiatus. And here I emerge from literally weeks and weeks of everyone in my family suffering back-to-back servings of …

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Gluten Free Food

This may be of interest to some. None of my family are gluten free; however, I may have to launch an elimination attack to determine potential intolerances in my wee boy. Accordingly, I’m having to pay far more attention to …

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My baby boy is seriously small

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I’m bursting with love as I write this.  My hands have been hovering over the keyboard, not sure where or if to begin.  But I have scoured the net myself for the past year at least, searching for similar stories …

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Is my child ready for childcare?

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It’s easy to write about things with the benefit of hindsight.  It’s easy to pretend to be well-travelled when you’ve already lived through, experienced, managed, failed, juggled, drowned in or triumphed over certain of life’s offerings.  So I’m challenging myself …

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Baltic amber necklaces for teething – hogwash?

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download-1Both of my children really teeth.  There is no easy arrival of a tooth.  Each is preceded by weeks of drooling, irritability, biting hands, biting anything, refusing food, refusing sippy cups, interrupted sleep, inconsolable crying, nappy rash, horrible poos, and …

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A Fair Weather Blogger – In the midst of the mire of motherhood

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I didn’t create this blog last year with a view to only writing when things were rosy.  I thought it would be a good, bad and the ugly type affair.  But it seems I haven’t written since October, and then …

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I’d hate to be an asylum seeker coming to Australia by boat

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This is a departure from the usual tone of this blog.  But asylum is an important subject and I feel strongly about it.   The asylum issue in Australia has become highly politicised; namely the arrival of asylum seekers by boat.  …

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Babies are hard work for the first twelve months

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My girl turned three a week or so ago.  HOW. THE. HELL. DID. THAT. HAPPEN?  I’m not saying it flew by.  I have felt every minute of these past three years, particular the last nine months with the arrival of …

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