Tuesday, August 26, 2014

Winter Blues

The weekend just gone was a breath of fresh air for our stale old household. Three consecutive weeks of the flu and flu-like symptoms really started to take it's toll on this usually very healthy little family. My poor sweet Felix, I haven't seen him as down for the count as he was last week in I can't remember how long. Three days of fever, vomiting and existing only on Zooper Dooper iceblocks saw him really lengthen out, losing a fair chunk of his puppy fat. It is as though he shot up overnight. Thankfully, his appetite is now returning to it's brilliant best.

The weather, in a way, mirrored the scene we've been a part of, with lots and LOTS of rain, drab skies and frosty days. Truly a Winter display right here. But on Saturday, we managed to all get out of the house together and spend a lovely few hours at the race course. A special family friendly day on offer, with some activities for the kiddies and naturally, a day of horse racing. By early afternoon, the sky gave way to thick, heavy clouds once more and rain tumbled down on our parade. That's ok, we had a ball while it lasted and felt quite pleased with ourselves for making the most of the day, while it lasted. 

Wednesday, August 13, 2014

Five Down

Winter. The merciless beast. I thought we were going pretty well health wise this year...and then August struck. All five of us have been down for the count this past week. In true Murphy's law style, the three littlies fell ill on the same night...while Scott was away for work in Cairns for a few days. So the usual bedlam that is my life these days, has been taken to new heights of chaos. Then of course two days later, I succumbed to a sinus infection...same day Scott returned home...with a cold. Compared with this time last year though, I should probably count my lucky stars that my body is my own. August 2013 is a month I'd like to put as far to the back of my mind as I can. Those early days of pregnancy were not kind. At all. Morning sickness and the flu are a fairly punishing combination. So when things have overwhelmed me during our bout of bleugh, I've reminded myself that it could be worse.

As for being a third time seasoned Mama when it comes to illness, I'm afraid I still don't cope well that first time my precious bubba spikes a fever. Or cries out uncontrollably. all. night. Or doesn't feed with the insatiable appetite she normally has. In fact, I struggle when any of my chickens are not one hundred percent, sparking on all plugs. I'm thinking that's just a Mama thing. One of the clauses in the contract we never signed. Needless to say I am quietly counting down the days to warm, Summery goodness and seeing the back of flu season and all it's associated lurgies.

Tuesday, August 5, 2014

Still a Mama of 2 Boys

It has been some time since I felt the desire to update this space. The neglect is evident from the date of the last published post...and the fact that I have completely forgotten how to manage it. But the world's kept spinning and my cheeky boys have continued to grow and thrive and keep me busy beyond words.

And then in March this year, a beautiful little something happened. The sweetest, most delightful baby girl burst into our world...and we named her Bonny Grace. She is a dream come true and a magical blessing in our lives, because it feels like we waited a long time for her to arrive.

Therefore, life is busy. Crazy. Wonderful. I have never felt so tired, yet so fulfilled. So out of control, yet so empowered. So much like I'm drowning, yet so buoyant. I'm ready and wanting to start recording the memories again, the special stories that shape our family and keep us going, day in, day out. 

I have missed the blogging community too. I've thought about all the lovely blogs on my blog roll often and wondered what everyone is up to. Hoped you're all going well. I intend to get back into reading and visiting again, looking forward to catching up on lost time.

So here I am, still a Mama of 2 boys...AND a darling girl. I think the blog called for a name change as a result. After being a full time stay at home Mama for almost three years now, I'm in a fair position to say that all I do, is for love. And I wouldn't want it any other way.

Tuesday, May 7, 2013

Term Two

Our first taste of school holidays flew by in the blink of an eye. Much like the first term of school did. A very busy couple of weeks, cruising at the bike park, visiting the Australian Museum, play dates with school friends, hitting up the Farmer's market, attending our first movie together as a family. It was fun and adventurous and lazy, at times. Exactly how the holidays are meant to be, in my humble opinion. Angus was keen to sort out just which of his experiences might be the most exciting to share with the class, for his first week of news in term two. "I'm going to talk about footy, Mum... and the try I scored". But of course! I didn't get a shot of that though, did I? My lovely boy, bless his little footy socks. 

Friday, April 26, 2013

Fits Best

Things have been decidedly helter skelter around here of late. There has been lots of solo parenting, with Scott travelling for work every week, for the last three weeks. Add to that, all the school holiday fun and it's been go go go! But there was one extra special day last week, when I was able to throw on a nice dress, slap on a dash of makeup and have a long, uninterrupted lunch, with a bunch of lovely ladies... at a rather swanky venue.

When I received the invite to attend lunch and view the new Jeanswest Maternity wear range, I was somewhat flattered and very excited. During both of my pregnancies I found maternity wear extremely tricky to navigate. Between the clothes that just didn't fit right and the exorbitant cost of the clothes that did suit my pregnant shape, it was all a bit overwhelming. I ended up with a mish mash of a maternity wardrobe. I only wish this gorgeous range had been around back then, would have been perfect. But for anyone reading this who is currently pregnant, a little look-see at the Jeanswest maternity wear range might be well worthwhile. Reasonably priced, great variety and beautiful colours and designs... and from all reports, super comfy too. 

Thank you to Anna and the girls at Jeanswest for a wonderful afternoon, I can't remember the last time I was treated to a fancy sit down lunch, sans kiddies. 

Wednesday, April 17, 2013

Harmony & Team Work

The world as viewed through the innocent eyes of a child never ceases to amaze me. As the horrific images from Boston streamed into our lounge room this morning, I fought back tears. My two lovely boys sat playing in another room. I would like to shield them from the knowledge of such devastating acts for as long as I can, because honestly, they'll unfortunately learn the terrible facts soon enough. But unknowingly, Angus chose a rather apt morning to reflect on his recent Harmony Day experience at school. He asked when his class will be able to celebrate it again... because it was fun... and he loved it... and he wanted to understand why Harmony Day just couldn't be every day. My sentiments exactly, sweet child.

Despite my reluctance... and irrational fears... my big boy is playing footy. I think it took approximately three minutes after he entered the world before Scott imagined our boy charging down the field, ball in hand. But for Mama, it's taken a little longer. Like, five years longer. And I felt edgy and nervous and unsure of the decision to let him start this year... until I saw the look on his wee face as the jersey went on and the shorts tied up and the socks got taped and the mouthguard went in. Like watching a tiny piece of him grow up before my very eyes. Then observing him interact with his team mates and listen intently to his coach at training and try harder each week than the one before. And I realised. For now, this sport is actually good for him... even great for him. If he's happy, I'm happy. 

Wednesday, April 10, 2013

Colourful Characters

Things have turned a little 'pear' shaped around here of late. Specifically... my figure. It all came to a head last weekend when I put on my favourite jeans... and they barely did up. It was muffin top city and it was embarrassing. Those poor pants had been working overtime for a good couple of months... and I knew it. I blame Easter and it's temptations, for pushing me over the edge. Hot cross buns smothered in margarine were a lunchtime staple every day for a few weeks there. I blame my love of chocolate and lollies and ice-cream and chips and savoury biscuits and sweet biscuits and pastries and Coca-Cola. Because I do eat all of that rubbish and then some. I blame my lack of will power to not eat said foods. And my good intentions to run regularly, at the crack of dawn... they've fallen in a heap too. Because it's dark and cold and really early... and dark... and I get kinda scared running on my own. So now, I'm taking advantage of the time immediately after school drop off. Making sure I'm dressed in exercise gear when I leave the house and ready to hit the pavement, stroller out in front and one foot in front of the other. I'm going to shift this extra flab, one fat cell at a time. 

These two can be quite the handful to take anywhere at the moment. Between incessant bickering with each other and volatile mood swings directed at me, it's a nerve-wracking business going out in public. But over the Easter weekend, we all went along to the Family Show. And it was quite honestly, three and a half hours of harmonious enjoyment. They looked out for one another, laughed together, waited in lines patiently alongside of each other... and loved unconditionally. They even made Scott and I forget the fact we were just there to traipse around behind them and stand in the hot sun waiting for hours on end. It's amazing the kind of power our colourful little characters hold over us.