tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-53653378535751585852024-03-22T13:00:25.106+08:00Of Mouse And MushroomBlogging about life in the Pilbara and the small boys I have created.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13275081237370528713noreply@blogger.comBlogger25125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5365337853575158585.post-58831638213200705042014-03-19T13:17:00.001+08:002014-03-19T13:35:12.452+08:00A Birth Story - Baby #3<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
I always knew my pregnancy wasn't going
to go to full term since Milo had been induced at 38 weeks due to
hydronephrosis of my right kidney. When the similar pain occurred at
20 weeks with girly one I knew she was sitting on something she
shouldn't be.</div>
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My obstetrician was lovely and agreed that at around
38 weeks, we'd do an induction. I was happy with this and had been
counting down accordingly.</div>
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I was admitted to hospital at 35+5
after some bleeding and contractions that were painful and regular,
when I arrived was confirmed that yes, definite contractions every
3-4 minutes. However baby floating high and a VE was about 1-2cm and
not effaced, which is not unusual for a multiple timer. I was given
nefedipine and morphine which eased the contractions. I was warned
the hospital wasn't equipped to have an under 36 weeker and baby
would still potentially be sent to Perth under 37 weeks.</div>
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I was
in hospital for a couple days and was eagerly awaiting discharge, I
missed my husband and my boys. However I was still having
contractions that amped up around the time for my medication, my OB
told me at this point I would be staying for the duration. I was ok
to get this baby out now! I was exhausted from a crappy bed and had
cabin fever, the thought of another 2 weeks was just awful. </div>
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Days went by, the medication made me
dizzy, it is used to relieve blood pressure, but works for uterine
contractions, as my BP was initially perfect, it was now super low.
The boys and husband visited every day but their short stays and a
walk to the cafe would wear me out and make me feel faint. <br />
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Towards
the end of the 36<sup>th</sup> week, there was talk of a 37 week
induction as something clearly going on as contractions weren't
easing, I was also massive. The baby was still high and free
floating, I had some huge fluid issues and had polyhydramnios, 3L of
fluid instead of the usual 1Lish. They couldn't find a cause, however
there was the concern that if my waters were to break the cord would
prolapse, requiring an immediate emergency caesarean. The thought of
a caesarean was awful and the worst delivery outcome I could imagine.
The induction date was locked in 11<sup>th</sup> February!</div>
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The
day of the induction arrived, surprisingly I did get sleep, not
particularly comfortable but sleep. It still didn't quite feel like
today was the day we meet our daughter, everything was still very
surreal. My induction was due to start at 1pm and the plan was to
take me to theatre and to prep for a c-section, the OB would attempt
an assisted ARM to assure the head dropped into place, however the
chance of prolapse was still there.<br />
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Husband arrived at midday
and we were excited, baby day! I had high hopes everything would go
to plan and after a very short 1-2 hour labour with Milo, everyone
was anticipating a quick arrival this time also. I was gowned up and
husband was given scrubs and I was wheeled off to theatre. The
anaesthetist placed the spinal and epidural and I was numbed to my
neck, I wasn't happy! However the ARM went off without a hitch and I
was shortly wheeled off to 'recovery'. They waited for the spinal to
drop slightly and the CTG showed regular and frequent contractions.
Hooray, labour! I was wheeled off into the delivery suite to wait it
out for baby.</div>
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While in there I was propped and moved about a
bit to get into better positions for baby happiness as she wasn't
always happy with contractions. The spinal was dropping and I was
beginning to feel my feet again. After a few hours the OB came in and
did a VE, we were all expecting amazing things however the
examination was unchanged from 1-2cm, possibly more effaced. I was so
disheartened. Never the less we powered on.<br />
The contractions had
begun to die off a bit and the baby's heart rate had begun dipping
more often with the contractions, I could tell the midwife was
starting to get nervous about it. At about 6pm my mum and sister
visited and I had started throwing up randomly, which wasn't fun, the
heartbeat kept dropping still and everyone started getting anxious.
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I was exhausted but they had me propped
upright so I couldn't really sleep. The OB came in again and reviewed
and said he was happy enough so far and maybe we could try syntocin
to try bump up contractions. He performed another VE and I was about
6cm, which was getting there but I think everyone was hoping it was
more as it was becoming more evident that baby needed out sooner
rather than later. Syntocin was started and the contractions were
coming on fast, the elderly midwife who had been taking care of me
wasn't happy about using it because sure enough the baby just wasn't
coping. Every contraction her heart rate would slow right down from
150bpm to 80, then 40 then sometimes disappear and we were just
waiting for it to come back after every contraction. The next couple
hours were a bit of a blur, I was exhausted, there was a midwife
changeover and the syntocin was stopped, I hadnt progressed further
and the baby was getting more and more distressed. At around 11pm my
OB came in and said we had to do a C-sec as he just wasnt happy to
leave it longer. I was so exhausted and scared for my baby that I
just wanted her here. I remember him ringing up and organising a
theatre and a paediatrician, then the midwives organised baby things,
swaddles, clothes and charts and I was wheeled off to theatre for the
second time that day.<br />
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The theatre was just as cold as it had
been before. I was placed on the table and the epidural was topped
up. Everyone was pretty calm and happy, the baby wasnt happy but it
wasn't an emergency as of yet as she was still recovering after the
heartbeat drops. They placed the screen up and I remember thinking I
was sad it wasn't going to plan, I know I was numb from the epi but I
was kind of numb in general. Everyone was lovely and chatted to us
about what was going on and that the screen would be lowered and we'd
see baby being born. They began the operation and the OB talked us
through what he was doing, all was well but then when it came to
taking her out there was difficulty, she was stuck really low. It
felt like forever until they took her out, it was taking longer than
all those c-sections on One Born Every Minute, we knew something was
wrong as they were in the process of lowering the screen for us to
see but it was ripped back up and the atmosphere changed. The quickly
showed us our baby and took her over to be checked out and suctioned
I remember waiting for her to cry and she did and it was beautiful. I
was so emotional about it all. </div>
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At that point everything started to
spin and I felt really sick, throwing up on your back not fun. My
blood pressure was bottoming out, the anaesthetist tried to
compensate with medication and we could hear the OB talking about
haemorrhaging and someone began counting the litres of blood I was
losing. They brought the baby over at this time and she was so grumpy
and wrapped up in a little parcel, she was warm and gorgeous but I
was too sick to hold her much and was worried I would drop her if I
passed out. I remember asking over and over again if she really was a
girl, she was!
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Husband took her from me, and
everything had begun to calm down. I dont remember much from then on
in, I had to check with husband for details but I apparently was
wheeled into recovery again with the baby. I don't know how long for
until I was wheeled to my room, when I was back there, they gave me
baby to do skin to skin and I put her straight on the breast. They
brought some sandwiches and juice as I hadn't eaten since 7am that
morning. I took some photos and they said they would take her to the
nursery as she was still too cold and I could rest. I just had no
energy and I was in the worst pain I had ever been in, they ended up
giving me a self administered pain relief drip because I was
screaming.</div>
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At about 6am I woke up from restless sleep and
asked for my baby back. I was very teary and emotional and the OB had
come in and told us that the baby had the cord wrapped over her
shoulder holding her there, she wasnt able to drop down, also it was
a huge bundle of knots so with every contraction the pressure of
forcing her down was causing all her oxygen supply to be cut off. He
also said that when they had tried to get her out, she was so wedged
in that he had to do more damage than usual and I had also
haemorrhaged badly and lost 1.5-2L blood and all in all very lucky
she came out when she did and very lucky they had been able to stop
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So after all the drama, we are very
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Lorelei 'Rori' Rogue Holmes</div>
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was born on the
11<sup>th</sup> February at 11.52pm, weighing 6lb 5oz (2.86kg) and
49cm long!</div>
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She is such a delight and having a little girl has been
such a novelty! I feel so lucky to have her and lucky to be here to
enjoy her as much as I do.</div>
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<span style="color: #c27ba0;">~ Lorelei ~</span></div>
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Today is Sunday.</div>
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I really don't like Sundays.</div>
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I've been in a bit of a funk the last couple days and it being Sunday isn't helping.</div>
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Sundays used to be awesome. Sleeping in, eating late, doing nothing.</div>
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Sundays with kids suck.</div>
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Nothing is open on Sundays, not really that there is much, but the excitement of buying food or checking mail is at least there as an activity.</div>
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No playgroup, daycare or anything.</div>
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Kids always, ALWAYS messier, more argumentative and in your face.</div>
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They are currently alternating coming to the gate at the door whining and clawing to get in while I attempt to eat eggs on toast. </div>
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It feels like everything is taking forever and today will never end.</div>
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I tried to look at <a href="http://www.pinterest.com/">Pinterest</a> to find something to do with them, hopefully Christmas related, now just feel even more lazy and annoyed as I have no resources to do anything with and I live in the middle of nowhere and can't buy things unless I pre order weeks in advance. </div>
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The cat just vomited. Awesome.</div>
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Hate Sundays.</div>
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My extra crappy mood stemming from crappy people I have encountered this week.</div>
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I know that in life you just meet/have to deal with toxic people.</div>
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These people often don't know they are offensive and awful, that's just who they are.</div>
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I also know that when someone is mean it usually isn't really about me.</div>
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Everyone has been hurt by something at some time, everyone has formed opinions from their life experience, when someone is mean, jealous or defensive it usually is an issue they are going through. </div>
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Normally they try to one up you, make you look bad, make you feel bad, belittle you. </div>
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I usually can pity them and that will be enough to accept they are in their own jealous/hurt/guilt bubble and are taking it out on me and then let it go.</div>
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I think I just got to the point where after years of the same behaviour is exhausting.</div>
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When someone clearly has no respect for you and is just emotionally unstable all the time, it's like a mine field and you get sick of tiptoeing, taking the time and effort to find out where the explosives are and taking the safest route, even if it is longer and tires you out more in the process. </div>
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Worse, if you accidentally detonate, you then spend a considerable amount of time, scrambling to put yourself back together, burying the hole and licking your wounds before tiptoeing away again to continue the tiresome journey minesweeping and avoiding.</div>
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No more.</div>
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I've just got so much going on, too many important things for my life to deal with without a nasty judgemental shadow lurking somewhere. </div>
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I finally stood up for myself and just.... it feels good.</div>
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It is such a weight lifted. </div>
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I am very happy and at peace with it.</div>
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You cannot even imagine.</div>
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I think the funk is coming from that I didn't do it ages ago. </div>
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I feel ashamed at myself for not trusting my instincts. </div>
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Definitely making me re evaluate myself and how much I let people take advantage of me and how much I put up with.</div>
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I don't and won't let any person or situation change my nature or core being as I quite like who I am.</div>
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I just have always walked away from a situation and felt better for it, whether or not the other person feels victorious I don't know, but I can now see this has left me open for further attack.</div>
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I know I am a good person on the inside.</div>
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I am in a good place with my life.</div>
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I feel very secure in my being. </div>
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This is definitely making it easier to see others clearer and make friends for being in a similar place I am.</div>
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So much less complicate!</div>
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Even writing this out in black and white has just solidified how at peace I feel now.</div>
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I know this is another life lesson and I think definitely some baggage I had to unload before we have our new baby.</div>
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I want to be the best role model I can for my kids and how I deal with people and how I let them deal with me, especially having a daughter soon, is going to be how they learn and grow into compassionate and strong adults.</div>
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I want them to know the best action to take, when to stand up for themselves or walk away from a bully, when to ask for help.</div>
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Everyone is going through something, fighting invisible battles in their life or in their person, everyone feels insecure sometimes.</div>
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Sometimes you can help them, sometimes you can only empathise with them and sometimes you can't do either and you can only walk away from them or risk taking their energy on board.</div>
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My house certainly feels lighter, I have white saged and cleansed the negativity, kids are happier as I am happier.</div>
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Just need it not to be Sunday anymore.</div>
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The sound of a thousand duplos being emptied can be heard.</div>
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There's bickering between brothers and egg on the couch. </div>
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We have just come to the end of a wonderful lazy yet busy week together.</div>
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Coming towards the completion of the year and the threat of Christmas looming has meant there is plenty to do and activities for the boys increase.</div>
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We started our week with a trip to Karratha for a ultrasound on my kidney, pain and bladder issues have given a red light on possible hydronephrosis again, the reason why Mouse was kicked out a little ahead of schedule. <br /><div style="text-align: center;">
Looks like a positive on that, the severity and effects will be reason for ongoing monitoring and probably another early eviction date for this little girl.</div>
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I am in two minds about this, the pain and weeing every 5 minutes suck but I really love the idea of a set day and being organised to meet our newbie.<br />I am hoping we both stay well enough until then.</div>
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Other than that at 25 weeks I am huge in comparison to pregnant with Mouse. Baby is moving a lot, parties all night long and as much as it is a love/hate relationship I love my bump, it is big enough to fold clothes on, however I am expanding far faster than I would like. It is around 13 weeks until we meet your little face and it cannot go fast enough. </div>
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Since we made the trip to Karratha we stayed overnight in Dampier, on a spur of the moment decision we made our way to Hearson's Cove for the boys to frolic about and collect shells, I enjoyed whaling about in the shallow warm water in my new spotty bathers, resembling a soggy toadstool :)</div>
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It was just beautiful and made my soul calm.</div>
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<li>You are 4 years old</li>
<li>You still go on about your birthday party like you're having another one tomorrow</li>
<li>Ipad obsessed</li>
<li>Still Lightning McQueen overload, Octonauts have joined in also Mike the Knight and SpiderMan</li>
<li>So excited for your new sister and constantly ask me if the new bubby is in my bellybutton still, sometimes you stick your eye against it to try see her</li>
<li>You love picking clothes out for her, especially if they have butterflies</li>
<li>We are nearly toilet trained - hooray!</li>
<li>You have hit the *why* stage - its awful!! lol I have become the mum that says things like 'Because I said so!' After the 10th 'But why?' </li>
<li>Your favourite foods are chicken & chips, bacon, watermelon, salad, icecream - bubble O'bills, but you eat the nose - apple juice, nutella & noodles (nurdles)</li>
<li>You still pronounce helicopter as artitocktar</li>
<li>You have been a lot more cuddly and affectionate as of late</li>
<li>Your favourite person is Daddy </li>
<li>Your vocabulary is exploding and I am surprised daily as what comes out </li>
<li>You are very protective of your brother</li>
<li>When Milo wakes up you always wish him good morning and ask if he had a nice sleep </li>
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<li>You are 18 months old</li>
<li>You love music and will randomly dance which cracks me up</li>
<li>You are just the happiest boy</li>
<li>2 days ago you said your first real word, it was apple :)</li>
<li>You also can somewhat say daddy, hi, ta-ta, kitty, teddy and birdy, you give everything else a crack and babble more and more everyday</li>
<li>When we get the wipes out, you go into auto lie down mode, where ever you are</li>
<li>If I tell you we're getting milk or an icecream, you will go to the kitchen gate </li>
<li>You still don't like being that far away and will be devastated if I lock you out of anywhere</li>
<li>When you have done a poo you will stick your tongue out for yucky</li>
<li>When I tell you and your brother dinner is ready, you toddle off and sit at your table and wait to be served</li>
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<li>You love cuddles and kisses, you go and cuddle your brother in bed in the morning</li>
<li>Your favourite foods are apple, biscuits, corn, watermelon, ice cream, chips and tinned spaghetti, also chocolate, you love chocolate! </li>
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Life has been good as of late.</div>
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Husband and I have been taking more time to enjoy the kids and being together as a family.</div>
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I have learnt from having Mouse that I worry less about everything, life is chilled out. Messes can be left, washing will get done, I will catch up on the house.</div>
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The boys are growing too fast and now they are playing together more, it has meant husband and I have had slightly more time (ever so slight) to just have a minute together and appreciate each other, at least until this new one arrives and then it will all be chaos again.</div>
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I take more opportunities to sit with the kids just because I can, cuddles can't wait and slowing down is good for all of us although in saying that I have never been busier and I love it. Getting into bed at night I am exhausted!</div>
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In the next few weeks we have plenty of Christmas preparation with parties for the kids and presents to buy, have done zero shopping so far.</div>
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Husband will have off for Christmas for the first time since we have been a family! I am excited and hoping for low key and lazy.</div>
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Life is quite wonderful for the moment.</div>
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I am very happy.</div>
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We have been totally flat out with planning for our NEW BABY GIRL, Mouse having surgery, Mushroom turning the big 4, Halloween... & Christmas is fast approaching.<br /><br />The end of the year will be here before we know it and we have an equally as busy 2014 in our future. So much excitement =D<br /><br />Looking forward to updating more again now things are settling for at least a couple months.<br /></div>
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It seems my small people have been keeping me very busy as of late. We are on a continuous sickness loop with all the lovely winter bugs and nasties going around and most of my days with the kids revolves around finding something for them to do to tire them out between sleeping.</div>
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Mouse is getting so big and headstrong. I am so happy the boys play more together, but this has also meant they are starting to fight together too which is exhausting to break up constantly. Mouse thinks he is bigger than he is and wants to play with Mushroom.<br />
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I am torn between wanting them to play well and understanding big boy wants his space and privacy sometimes too, especially when Mouse is slightly destructive. However I Mushroom also thinks Mouse is bigger than he is and lots of accidents and tears have been of late with a bit too much rough playing. Mouse recently self inflicted a nice gash above his eyebrow by testing his running and not stopping skills into a table, he'll have a tough guy scar.</div>
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My baby has started to sleep through the night, which I am very excited about.</div>
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It's been a few weeks now and I have become used to the 12 or nearly 12 hours he sleeps every night. I am a happier lady if he decides to wake up past 7am. </div>
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This means he has dropped his midnight feed and I feel we are on the way to weaning which I have mixed feelings about. I love he is still my baby and we still have that special time, even if it is only for short 'snack' feeds in the early morning and right before bed.</div>
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My big one will start Kindy next year, he will be 4 in September, he is constantly going on about his party and birthday presents already, will be a long 2 months.<br />
I am really excited for him to go to school, will give me a little more time to myself and Mouse will be taking on his 2 days at daycare.</div>
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I turned 25, which was much of a non event but ended up being a lovely day of leisurely lunch with friends.</div>
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Our little town hosted the annual Gala weekend, this includes a ball and a family fun day. This mean t husband and I got to be a little bit fancy and have a night off together, the theme was Casino Royale and we had a lot of fun :)<br />
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The next day was the family fair and I enjoyed even more than the ball, was lovely to introduce my kids to things such as fairy floss and bumper car rides. Was typically heinously expensive but we had a great time having icecream for breakfast. </div>
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Since he will go to work again for 8 days as soon as he returns I will get no break.</div>
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Husband has decided to do another two Army course. That's 2x 16 days again. I am already having anxiety over it.</div>
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It gets so lonely here on my own and knowing every night you have to wake up again to the kids and entertain and feed them all day with no one else to talk to and then go to bed and wake up and do it all again for 16 days. </div>
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I just get no time to breath. I hate the Army at this point.</div>
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Either Husband will hopefully be less fanatical soon or I will have to tell him I just can't take any more and he will have to stop entirely.</div>
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So much over it.</div>
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I cannot believe it is only just past 10am, today is going to slowly. I did a full house clean yesterday, vacummed, mopped & scrubbed some walls. </div>
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There are already crumbs, fruit loaf and icing smeared on every surface.</div>
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Today is one of those days I just get so mad for all the effort I put in for seemingly no reason that goes completely unnoticed and unappreciated :(<br />
I had thought about taking the kids to the park this morning, but the amount of shouting at me the 3 year old has done and the screaming coming from his brother I just can't be bothered. Maybe in the afternoon... only 2 hours til naptime (for 1 of them at least) and counting....</div>
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We're still around... What have we been doing..? Lots!</div>
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Heard from Husband yesterday, had a surprise call on the home phone. I haven't had a mobile in a week or so, it is fixed now, yay! However I realised how disgustingly reliant I am on it in my everyday life. {insert streaming shows on PC, while Facebook messaging off iPhone as too lazy to minimise screen story}</div>
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It was quite liberating to not have one, although I did miss having the opportunity to mamarazzi my kids. I do take an awful lot of photos and thank technology for the option to save so many memories. </div>
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Anyway. With husband doing a bush trek this week has meant we haven't had any contact, usually he is able to call or text at some point.</div>
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Aside from him breezing through for work and to visit with the Army, hes been gone 5 weeks in total. He is coming home on Sunday.</div>
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I am glad we're at the end and I don't really know how I accomplished the last few weeks on my own.</div>
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I know I can manage the kids, they are fed, clothed and alive, however I don't think I have caught a break on the sickness thing, as the last week and a half we have yet again succumbed to an onslaught of germs with a wicked cold all around.</div>
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Mouse has copped the worst with a croupy cough and a double ear infection currently.</div>
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I am feeling pretty run down. </div>
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Last week especially I had a few fragile days where I was just over it so much.</div>
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I nearly had a meltdown in a public place, which I am glad I didn't, awkward for all involved, but I did take a step back and just look after myself for a day. I think the no phone situation didn't help, I don't think I could have felt any more isolated.</div>
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I think the great, or not so great thing about children is their brutal honesty, even when it isn't directly aimed at you.</div>
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Last night I caught Mushroom playing in his room after he was supposed to be asleep, I had a bit of a listen, he was role playing with some cars. There was a Mum car, a baby brother car and a 'Me' car.</div>
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There was no Daddy car. </div>
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The Mum car was an angry car and I realised how much Mushroom is picking up, as it was saying things that I know I say/shout and do often, especially of late.</div>
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I felt immediate guilt as my 3 year old had just laid me out in his eyes, unaware that I was listening in and it sucked.</div>
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I grew up in a family of raised voices and arguing, I loathe it, really stresses me out. I have always taken a lot of pride in that Husband and I don't argue, however it seems all the shouting is coming from me anyway.</div>
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I know my patience is awful at the moment. I just don't have any. I still think I do ok as a parent, getting through everyday on my own with the boys. It has been so stressful and lonely on my own.</div>
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I hate having been put in this position for the way its has changed who I am as a person and parent so plain for my kids to see. </div>
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I think how I see myself on the whole isn't accurate and I need to see myself through my children's eyes, even if it isn't very uplifting, in an effort to better myself and be more or the parent I envisage myself as. </div>
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I don't like that there wasn't a Dad car there either.</div>
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Of course I realise that Husband being away affects the kids, however it never dawned on me how much I have become the solitary parent.</div>
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I think it's something we need to work on.</div>
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It was all a bit depressing really.</div>
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I really want to make this something positive.</div>
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I think it is an awesome opportunity to re evaluate and grow.</div>
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I know life is just insane with small people, I know I often forget who I am and lose focus on the bigger picture. This is is pretty easy when there's sibling fighting, dropped cups of juice and toilet training going on.</div>
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I want my kids to grow up happy and well enough adjusted, with happy and well enough adjusted parents.</div>
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I realise a few bad weeks isn't going to shape them drastically and I am allowed to drop the ball (or juice) occasionally and still be a pretty super Mama but I am glad it was brought to my attention while I can nip it in the bud.</div>
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I am going to make a concious effort to check in my anger, which may be misdirected at the crappy situation, rather than have my kids see it all. I also want to let the kids feel angry about it too, maybe talk about it more with them. Rather than just feel they should accept Husband going away so much.</div>
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I get up in the morning and just think about how great it will be when they are in bed again. I know they are full on and I know I am beyond exhausted but I want to be able to enjoy them and be excited about life. I don't want to just be a good enough parent, I want to be a phenomenal person that my kids will emanate.</div>
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I know I am only human and will never be a perfect parent, as I really don't think that they exist, you're going to screw up in one way or another, even if that way is being too perfect.</div>
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I am also quite candid about my shortfalls as a person and as a parent, when I know I am have them, I really appreciate the wake up call every once in a while.</div>
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You have to tear down to rebuild. </div>
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It is just crazy how much a little over a month can take out of you.</div>
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I am really looking forward to some R&R.</div>
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We are nearly at the end :)</div>
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Updates have been far and few at the moment.</div>
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I think I can say without doubt that I am shattered.</div>
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I also don't think we have done too much worth posting about.</div>
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He's now gone off again playing Army in the bush for another week and a bit. </div>
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This is sucking more this time as previously he had been able to call us and stay in contact. This time they are bush trekking and we haven't heard from him much.</div>
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I am just exhausted as I would love a break to just do something for me without the small people, even just wee on my own. </div>
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Today the Army did have a stop in our little town to engage in the community and mingle with the civilians. They did activities with the kids at the school.</div>
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Husband wanted to see me, so asked to shower at home. They told him he had to take his patrol with him.</div>
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6 men showered in our house this morning. Utter chaos and flurry of towels and shaving equipment over 45 minutes.</div>
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I then was tasked with getting the contraband items. Cigarettes, hot chips, iced coffees etc.</div>
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I have been trying to do more interesting bits and pieces with them, we have been going to the park and having playdates a lot more than usual when we haven't been unwell.</div>
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We have all been sick for the better part of the month, one thing after another.</div>
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Mouse has been getting more and more challenging since he is walking full time.</div>
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He seems to be a lot more 'into stuff' than Mushroom ever was. </div>
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If I don't close it, if I don't want him in there, he'll be doing something he is not supposed to do.</div>
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It is wiping me out as he gets so angry at me and he also wants to be near me so much, I try and wear him as much as I can. I think he is still working out his independence and how much he needs me at the moment.</div>
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I think he is a very wise old soul.</div>
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This month also marked the 2nd year since our miscarriage.</div>
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I go through periods where I am ok about it. </div>
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Then other times I over think it and I get sad again. </div>
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Some days I still cry.</div>
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I think the biggest impact losing a baby had on me was losing hopes and dreams for someone we hadn't yet met but loved dearly. </div>
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I have also been able to talk to others who have had a loss and it seems to bring some kind of healing, talking to someone who can understand what it is to lose something so precious.</div>
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I am quite open about our miscarriage, I have found this has meant many more women have talked to me about their losses, people who hadn't talked about it before.</div>
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I am sad how many there have been that have opened up. </div>
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I am sad that it's not something women feel they can talk about. </div>
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Not much was known about why we lost our much wanted child. Recently more information has been brought to light based on my health. I have Hashimotos disease, which is an autoimmune condition involving my thyroid. It's not a great mix for pregnancy. </div>
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I would like to have another baby and I hate that the miscarriage has taken away that innocence from pregnancy.</div>
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I often wonder what our extra tiny person would have been like.</div>
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I hate that I don't know their gender.</div>
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I hate that I don't have any ultrasound photos.</div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>I carry your heart with me (I carry it in<br /> my heart) I am never without it (anywhere<br /> I go you go, my dear; and whatever is done<br /> by only me is your doing, my darling)<br /> I fear no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) I want<br /> no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)<br /> and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant<br /> and whatever a sun will always sing is you<br /> <br /> Here is the deepest secret nobody knows<br /> (here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud<br /> and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows<br /> higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)<br /> and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart<br /> <br /> I carry your heart (I carry it in my heart) </i></span></div>
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Mouse's birthday party has been featured on my favourite blog, Offbeat Families.</div>
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We've been a bit quiet as for the last week and a half, we have been in a quarantine zone.</div>
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I thought 5 was enough moozli blankets for Mouse. I cannot wash them fast enough, I admit defeat.</div>
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Firstly, Happy Mother's Day!</div>
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This goes out to all the seasoned Mamas</div>
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New Mamas or Mamas to be</div>
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The Daddies who are Mamas</div>
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Those Mamas who carry a child in their heart</div>
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Those who wish they were Mamas</div>
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Those who are yet to become Mamas</div>
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Those whose Mamas aren't here to be loved on this year</div>
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As I mentioned last post, something I have been waiting for, for a very long time, 9 months to be exact, landed in my mailbox this week.</div>
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Excitement! </div>
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Introducing the beautiful Girasol Summer Beach in the fuschia weft.</div>
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I also thought I would give fringe a go.</div>
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Such a beautiful wrap. My favourite colours are blue and yellow, so this was a must have for me. It has reaffirmed my love for the wrap as a baby carrier and I am enjoying very much. </div>
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I have spied another wrap which I missed a pre order on called Meeru and I am hoping to secure one of those for my stash one day, running much along the same colour combination. </div>
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I didn't initially order Summer Beach as a pre order and I am glad I didn't, I found out a term called weft regret and I almost had it. Summer Beach comes in four wefts, fuchsia, yellow, purple and black. I have never much been into the dark wefts but loved the idea of a bright yellow. When I saw the action shots I much preferred the sneaky pink of the fuchsia. I am a happy lady :)</div>
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We had a busy day the following day attending the markets which are held here.</div>
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It is sometimes something I avoid as big boy is often overwhelmed but we had a pleasant time.</div>
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A talented friend creates these mason jar terrariums.</div>
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Pure coincidence I stumbled upon it. </div>
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Mouse, mushroom, buntings.. It is like me in a bottle.</div>
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With Husband being gone I am trying to keep us busy.</div>
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I even managed to do my hair, small miracles and here it is in all its pre straightened glory. </div>
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I forgot how nice it is to just do something for myself, reminder to do more things like that, it definitely put me in a feel good place.</div>
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Following the markets boys had a nap and we had a 4th birthday party to attend in the afternoon. It was a great time, the weather is beginning to be just delightful. </div>
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It is still warm enough for boys kids to have some water fun without freezing. Even if Mouse indulged in his jeans. </div>
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He is just such a beautiful boy and despite the odd bit of sibling rivalry with his brother he's been speaking up a lot more when running in with others and I am really happy.</div>
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The party was a great success and he played so well. </div>
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The kids decided to utilise all the space of Mother's Day they could manage by waking up a little past midnight. I think the last couple days of full on have been a bit too much. </div>
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I was fairly zombie this morning, we headed down to the community centre again for Kindergym Mother's Day little fair. </div>
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Bouncy castles, chaos and facepainting. </div>
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I won the raffle, which was a huge hamper of chocolate - yummy. Mushroom could not believe that this was coming home with us.</div>
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I was presented with my card big boy created at day care and the 2 posters the boys made at playgroup the following week.</div>
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We ended our day with a BBQ with friends at the park.</div>
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My biggest happiness is to see delight on their small faces.</div>
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Even though it is my 2nd as a Mama to my two boys, it was the 1st I really appreciated this fact, watching them play together. </div>
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Best Mother's Day present ever!</div>
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I was having a few sad thoughts as this month marks the 2nd year since we lost a baby.</div>
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I don't really think losing a baby ever gets any easier, I definitely don't think having Mouse has filled the void as I hoped it would to some extent, it just opened another little bank of love to deposit into and to surround with hopes and dreams for him which I am glad for. </div>
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Now, I think our very very small person should be remembered for their own being, as much as it brings sadness, they brought a lot of joy for a short period of time.</div>
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Overall, today has been a wonderful day.</div>
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I am glad Husband wasn't here a little as I loved the alone time with my kids being motherly.</div>
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I have been loving it all week.</div>
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I do miss him though.</div>
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Would have been nice to have a spare set of hands last night. </div>
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I am tired but very content.</div>
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I feel like a fat broody hen on her clutch of eggs.</div>
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Very proud of what good, kind people I have created, despite making me what to pull my hair out most days.</div>
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I don't think I could do boring anymore.</div>
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Happy Mother's Day<3 </div>
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I keep meaning to do updates but it has been pretty insane here the last couple weeks, I get into bed and think about things I should blog about. So here is what I can remember.<br />
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This year we attended the Anzac dawn service. This is the first one I have been to.<br />
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It was nice to see such a large crowd turn up to the service but it was hard to keep two over tired small boys happy at 5.30am. The breakfast that followed was tasty, but after getting up at 4am and to bed at 1am, I actually felt more shattered than I have felt even having a newborn, felt physically ill. </div>
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Made everyone have a nap at 9am. Was not a great day, really long and tiring for all.<br />
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Mouse's sleeping has improved again. Hooray! </div>
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He is sometimes still waking for a feed and snuggle around midnight, but has had a couple sleep right throughs. </div>
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I don't mind the cuddles, in fact I often miss him at night if he sleeps through.</div>
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Here he is in his brother's bed. He loves this bed.</div>
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He keeps snuggling into the pillow and trying to nap, this makes me sad.</div>
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My smallest boy is growing up a lot faster than I remember Mushroom doing.<br />
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Now, one of the *highlights* of my day is this.</div>
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Sometimes in my house it gets very quiet.</div>
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So quiet you might be mistaken for thinking that all is well, however this is a guise.</div>
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A guise to lull you into a false sense of security.</div>
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This means that if you try to go to say, the toilet or open a toy box you may find this.</div>
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Often leaping out at you like a live jack in the box.<br />
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Yes. That is a chicken in the toilet.<br />
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I have come to realise that the chicken is not a very clever bird. </div>
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My 3 year old is a very clever small person.</div>
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You see a chicken is awake in the day and at night they sleep, like instantly.</div>
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The cupboards of my house, the toilet bowl and the toy boxes get very dark very quickly when the lid is closed.</div>
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This means it is now night time and the chicken is paralysed by the sudden need to sleep and is very still and very very quiet.</div>
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My 3 year old knows this.</div>
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Open the lid and 'Up jumps the scarecrow and this is what he says...'</div>
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Except its not a scarecrow and it's not dingling and dangling. </div>
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It's a chicken, it's often wet, terrified, clawing and squawking. </div>
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This is of course, beyond hilarious to my 3 year old.</div>
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I am less impressed.</div>
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Chickens are stupid.</div>
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My first Girasol ring sling in Glacé.<br />
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Isn't she beautiful? I am in love.</div>
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I have also managed to score myself a Girasol Summer Beach - Eeeeee! </div>
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Driving home from Karratha on my own in the dark was not an experience I am keen to repeat. Silly me thought the boys would snooze.<br />
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Mouse screamed for 3 hours solid. I had to drive slow because of the safari that seems to open up across the highways of the Pilbara at night, which took longer.</div>
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We made it home in one piece and I had some new things :)</div>
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One of those things are these things.</div>
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I am glad I took this photo, because as of this morning there are now only three.</div>
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An incident involving the cat falling into the tank I think scared the black one to death.</div>
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RIP little dude :(<br />
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Today was not a good day.</div>
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Actually the last week has been pretty full on and I have been getting stressed out.<br />
I don't want to go into all the bad things, but it has really been one thing after another.<br />
On the plus. Mouse is officially walking! Well. He can, but chooses to crawl still as it is faster.<br />
He can also drink from a sippy cup on his own! He has worked out the up in the air thing and does it quite violently. Hes awfully proud.</div>
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Because this morning started with a bowl of red staining jelly being taken from the fridge, mashed up and flung all over my house and freshly cleaned carpet, I just couldn't deal from there on in. Everything I did, I had 2 small people just doubling the mess behind me.</div>
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By the afternoon I decided we would go to the park for a picnic.</div>
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I am glad we did as it got us all out of the house and we did something together that was a positive thing. It was lovely down there. Mushroom loves to play and Mouse loves to eat.</div>
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Everyone was catered to.</div>
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I am really thinking positive thoughts as it is a long time until Husband is due back and the last two days have nearly had me throwing in the towel before I've even had a coffee.</div>
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My goal is to do something everyday that makes me feel like I have achieved something productive, other than doing Mummy things.</div>
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Today I organised a new shoe box, Mouse kept pulling all the shoes off rack and we swept the carport and tided general crap. </div>
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Productive thing for the day - Tick. </div>
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On that note, I will be off.</div>
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Happy cooler days ahead as we head into winter.</div>
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Yesterday I dropped husband off in Karratha to do an Army course.</div>
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I took the opportunity to do some shopping whilst I was there, this reminded me of the fact that Mother's Day is fast approaching. I know it's like everything these days, Christmas, Valentines, Easter. Way over commercialised and aimed at squeezing your money out of you. I've not paid too much attention in past years, probably because I don't live in civilisation as such but this year it's bothered me a bit.</div>
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I love my Mum and love to buy her something special or a nice card. Usually for Mother/Father's day I have sent something grandchild related, photo frame, hand print activity. I'll do a phone call or if we are around, it's a really great excuse to do lunch - Don't have to cook? Woo hoo! For Daddy's day, Husband gets art and craft from boys, or big boy has helped select something, usually something he likes, "Lighting DaQuee for Daddy? Buzz Woody? Art-i-tock" (Translantion - Lightning McQueen, Toy Story merchandise or a helicopter) The thought is there still. Scratch that, Husband would love those things also.</div>
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I have talked to a few Mum's this year even a forum discussion caught my attention. Mum's expecting their partners/husbands/significant others to buy gifts for them for Mother's Day and getting overly upset or angry if heaven forbid they didn't or worse, forgot! Talk of Thermomixes, iPads & jewellery were thrown about. Err what?</div>
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I know my 3 year old would definitely pick the most colourful pasta necklace or if I'm really lucky a giant boogie.</div>
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I know Husband did legitimately forget once, I think it was the 1st one, I played sad at him for a bit, then I had a laugh. He has often forgotten important dates, even my birthday one year. I think he made a point of doing something extra special the following year, but it wasn't a gift it was a lovely outing.</div>
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It might sound cliché but I think that my kids should be doing something for me for Mother's Day if they want to, not lie any expectations on my husband. I certainly wouldn't ask for anything, I am actually quite grossed out at the amount of Mum's who are expecting to be showered in gifts and praise for releasing a child into the world by their significant others. Push presents fall in this category and are a whole other rant.</div>
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I don't feel bitter as we don't make a huge fuss here, I genuinely have little care.</div>
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I usually get pretty excited about lovely cards and hand print pictures brought home from daycare. I have had one on my fridge from Fuzzy Mushroom and a lovely painted champagne flute.</div>
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With Husband being away I really don't expect anything, I thought I might do a cruisey PJ day with the boys and head to the deli for ice cream in the afternoon. I had to remind him to do a card for his Mum. I am not his Mother, so I would actually feel pretty weird about him buying me gifts. I think at playgroup we might do Mother's Day crafts? If not I have some paint, we might get messy and do handprints. I am a sucker for itty bitty hand impression art.</div>
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I must admit, as much as I love my job as a Mama, it is so much hard work. I often forget to enjoy my kids. We had a toilet training incident this morning. I am still a little scarred and in that moment I did not think loving thoughts.</div>
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I am so busy working through our haphazard routine that I never really take that time to sit and enjoy. I think that will be my Mother's Day gift.</div>
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I want to just enjoy my kids, <i>all day</i>. Not just when they are quiet or asleep and I can reflect on that cute moment Mushroom gave Mouse an impromptu kiss on the head, in-between when I had to get him to let the howling cat out of the cupboard in his room and Mouse wrecking his racetrack and the shrieking that followed that I had to intervene in on.</div>
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So this will be my mission and my gift from my boys.</div>
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I will have a very happy Mother's Day with the 2 small people who made me as such :) </div>
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Since Mouse's birthday party had that many tasty treats, his beautiful birthday cake, created to match the invitations was purely used for decor. This provided the perfect opportunity for some delicious fun! </div>
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Cake was made by the talented <a href="https://www.facebook.com/petiteandohsosweet?fref=ts">Petite & Oh So Sweet</a></div>
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Cap by <a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/WeeDees">Wee Dee</a></div>
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Leather hand crafted shoes (Are in the party pics) by <a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/starryknightdesign?ref=seller_info">Starry Knight Design</a></div>
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Foxy dungarees by <a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/wildthingsdresses?ref=seller_info">Wild Things Dresses</a></div>
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Cake bunting was made by me :)</div>
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Onto to cake wrecking....</div>
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Wouldn't be any fun if big bro didn't get to join in at the end :)</div>
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I spent a few months maniacally
pinteresting and crafting, pre-baking and card cutting. My small boy was
turning ONE and I may have needed a hobby. It all came together
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So here is Mouse's 1st Birthday party re-cap.</div>
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Happy Birthday to my big one year old, you are a delight and we all had
so much fun with you! Thanks to those who came and partied on with us
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We arrived home a couple days ago, it has been all systems go since. </div>
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Today I have managed to sneak a look at some of the photos taken over the last few weeks and I am looking forward to doing a nice long post, especially about a certain polka dot party.</div>
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I am tired. Mouse hasn't been sleeping the best since we've been away and is still adjusting being back in his own room. Since he's been rooming in with me the last few weeks, he has become used to being picked up at the smallest squeak to avoid everyone else being roused from slumber. Now he's back at home I let him whinge a bit more and he is not a fan, so the volume of his complaining has escalated. Tonight would not go to bed without me at all. 11.26pm he is finally out. I will be shortly also.</div>
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I will get onto updating regularly again and looking forward to it! I will leave you with some matching brotherly loving from our adventures this morning.</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13275081237370528713noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5365337853575158585.post-22029637737932504562013-04-10T20:52:00.001+08:002013-04-18T00:20:46.865+08:00A Birthday in the House!<div style="text-align: center;">
Happy birthday Mouse!</div>
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My smallest is one! We have had a wonderful day and he is such a happy boy. His big woodland party was thrown on Sunday gone and was just amazing :) Will do a post when we are home in a week, so many lovely photos and smiling faces!</div>
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Hoping everyone had a wonderful Easter!</div>
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I have been wanting to update as we have been so busy doing exciting things! However have also been exhausted and just enjoying flopping into the comfort of my bed every night. Days are crazy without a spare moment.</div>
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I am borderline on a migraine and have definitely picked up a cold, boo :( so I am feeling rather deflated currently. Mouse's party is this weekend and I have an awful lot to do prior, due to this I am hoping I wake up feeling awesome. Power of positive thinking and all...</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13275081237370528713noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5365337853575158585.post-88516509949325630112013-03-29T00:37:00.001+08:002013-04-18T00:21:24.445+08:00Busy People, Happy Days<div style="text-align: center;">
We've had a busy few days down south, the drive down is enough to make the kids insane without adding a new environment and way more stimulation and excitement than normal.</div>
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I have spent the better part of the last few days shopping, I don't think I have bought anything for me yet, but the kids are well dressed and fed. It's nice to just window shop also, an opportunity I don't have very often these days.</div>
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We have been bouncing between getting settled in the most non child friendly house in the world and new places to explore. This has meant the kids are so far out of routine that I have just given up. Cupcakes for breakfast? Sure! Cold soggy chips for lunch? Ok! Chocolate for dinner? Right on!!</div>
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I know I am not doing myself any favours but we've been missing the usual things like mealtimes and naps and it's getting us through. </div>
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Husband has gone back up north and is at work, he'll come back later. I think I am doing fairly well on my own, nothing too catastrophic has occurred. We had a flat tyre today, well I thought it was flat, it was shredded. Although locking nut is 1600km away, being that tomorrow is Good Friday, not going to be able do much until Saturday. </div>
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I haven't even made plans to catch up with people yet. Feel slack and stressed. We are looking forward to a festival and a certain Bunny visiting :) </div>
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Happy Easter to all, however you celebrate. </div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13275081237370528713noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5365337853575158585.post-1311664598548056082013-03-24T23:18:00.001+08:002013-04-18T00:20:24.297+08:00We're all Going on an Easter Holiday...<div style="text-align: center;">
Posts will be few and far as we are down in the southwest and I only have my phone app to update, which isn't too great! We had a full on 20 hour day of driving on Saturday and are now shopping and eating a lot of ice cream it seems.</div>
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Small boys are happy and it is chilly here compared to what we are used to, which is a lovely change. Looking forward to new and exciting adventures while we are in civilisation with my two, Mouse's 1st Easter and of course turning the big 1 on the 10th April, fun times to be had :)</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13275081237370528713noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5365337853575158585.post-79473173147774237282013-03-20T20:36:00.000+08:002013-03-20T20:36:17.786+08:00Wednesday Moments<div style="text-align: center;">
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Playgroup and cars fun</div>
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Buzz Lightyear dressups</div>
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Tasting a pluot </div>
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Chocolate crackle goodness</div>
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Not feeling crafty (On P's behalf)</div>
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Playdate with a little friends</div>
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Coffee and chats for me with a friend</div>
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Crumbled coconut lime cookie mess </div>
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Lots more cars</div>
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Toot toot train</div>
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Cranky baby</div>
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Cuddles with Husband </div>
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A broken lamp</div>
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Large bill paid</div>
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A speckled egg collected </div>
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P visiting neighbours</div>
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Extra Mouse & Mummy time</div>
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Too many kisses </div>
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Very Hungry Caterpillar storybook</div>
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Bedtime resistance (is futile)</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13275081237370528713noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5365337853575158585.post-46368993799945519992013-03-19T22:31:00.000+08:002013-03-19T22:31:08.350+08:00Another Ditch in the Road...You Keep Moving<div style="text-align: center;">
I wrote a post yesterday about my big boy and how proud I am of the progress we have made with his speech problems and the other things related to it. I will post it eventually as it is something to be celebrated but I was reminded today that other people will still try and drag you down.<br />
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I was bullied all through primary school and most of high school. I never quite fit in right, I was the overweight child with frizzy hair who read books and was quite reserved. As I transitioned to high school I was met with a new group of people who picked on me. Some were just mean and others were friends who made fun at my expense, which hurt equally as much. I grew to be shy and unsure of myself, relying on other peoples opinions to judge who I was and learnt my place, that I just didn't matter so much. </div>
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I managed to have a small group of friends and I slipped through most of my high school years in there. When boys started to come in the mix things became unravelled as they often do. My social life went down hill and I saw myself spiralling into depression caused by the very people who had been my closest. After social suicide, lunches alone and jokes behind my back, I never returned to finish high school at that establishment. I think it was one of the better decisions I made.<br />
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Even though it was 'just' high school, it has moulded my expectations of friendships and people since then. I have always been cautious with meeting new people and making new friends, it is not my forte. I find myself being guarded and awkward and people often take me the wrong way, I am always expecting to be bullied again as it has followed me all my life, through friendships and relationships. I often haven't realised how down trodden I have been until after the situation has passed and I can look back.</div>
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The last week has been a difficult one for me.</div>
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I have been dealing with a lot of situations that I have found stressful and I have noticed myself feeling a bit more fragile than usual. I have also been sick with that damn migraine and I am feeling pretty wrecked.</div>
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Because I am so remote, I often feel
isolated from those who can support me. I moved here when my first born was 2
weeks old, at the time I didn't realise how much in over my head I was,
but I am rather proud of how I raised a baby with hardly any knowledge,
resources or a network of support at all. *pats on back* </div>
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I have learnt my mummy instinct is a very powerful thing to be relied on and not ignored.</div>
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My husband is wonderful when I need him but I try to make a habit of not needing anyone until I can't cope, which isn't ideal.</div>
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such a transient town, the friends I have made have left and there are
always new people arriving but having that close bond with someone is
hard to form, I know we won't be here forever either.</div>
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Luckily there are plenty of activities we can be involved in mingling with other parents and kids and we do our best. </div>
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Parenting these days seems to be an open forum for anyone to comment on. </div>
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I have always been of the view that you parent and raise your children in the best way you know how to do, I firmly believe that if a mother feels what she is doing is in the absolute best interests of her child then who am I to judge?</div>
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I try to be supportive of choices that others make and sympathetic of opinions I don't understand. I really value healthy debate and try to use facts to back up opinions I have formed and feel strongly towards, to educate others on my choices. Having a child that has had special needs has given me the grace to realise until I have walked in someone else's shoes I am not one to point fingers. I am also not one to retaliate harshly when some attacks my personal beliefs, I have come to the fact that these are still my own, long after the angry person has gone. </div>
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I felt bullied today and I was shocked that this could happen as it came from a person I thought was compassionate. I have been very open and honest with a few close knit groups of ladies/mums about how I wish to raise my kids and the things I have learnt that work from my experiences raising my two, in an effort to help anyone going through similar. Also to have a place to land when things are falling apart.<br />
I have always enjoyed the diversity of parenting ideas. It has been a lifeline when we're having a bad day and lately there's been more of those than ever and rather than advice, people to lean on and offer a virtual shoulder have been required.<br />
I have never felt the need to make excuses about the decisions I have made about how to raise our kids but over the last few days some of the input I put forward had been used to make me feel bad about myself. I kind of swept it to the side as I have often found plenty of remarks are given by those not qualified to make them, especially when it's an emotionally raw topic. It doesn't mean you are on someone else's journey when they only stop to ask for directions, you should be pleased they saw you as a friendly face and impart any knowledge you have, not take a blind guess at where they should be going and demand they take that route.<br />
So the final straw came today when rather than empathy I was made to feel insignificant and really alone in my problems, when I had poured my heart and frustrations out to friends. I don't think anyone has the right to pass judgement on anothers life and situation completely foreign to anything they have gone through.<br />
I felt such a mix of emotions, shock, sadness and confusion initially, closely followed by anger and disgust at an absolute lack of respect, finally ending the day out with acceptance that my son and I would not only be judged by strangers but by friends and closing with pity for those that would pass judgement onto me.<br />
I think I have coped quite well with the cards I have been dealt and am ultimately happy.<br />
I don't want this to make me revert to being cautious and protected again but I am feeling delicate and walls have definitely gone up. I would like to say I feel like a stronger person and I am sure I will, but I just feel emotionally drained tonight.<br />
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I see mothers getting bullied for their choices and circumstances all the time and it makes me sad. Too often I have had friends who have felt conflicted by decisions they had made that others felt the need to comment negatively towards. Not only first time mothers, as I have now found out. I don't understand why the simple desire to raise children in the best way each believes cannot be enough to provide a network of mutual support and understanding but we must attack each others feelings and preferences in a bid to be right or superior.<br />
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After all of this monologue, I just urge anyone reading to just do something nice for a fellow parent who might be struggling or just because you are grateful you have the support of a friend. Everyone at some time has more going on than you see on the surface.<br />
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In an effort to bring happiness back, tonight Mouse made a mess of an orange and P played with his special train, he's very proud :) Also dinosaur kisses, RAAAAAHHH!</div>
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Here's to sunnier days and plenty more orange messy dino smooches!<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13275081237370528713noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5365337853575158585.post-51747029423720898552013-03-16T12:24:00.000+08:002013-03-16T12:24:17.146+08:00Where do Your Eggs Come From?<div style="text-align: center;">
I adore these two ladies and the gifts they give us.</div>
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I love that my boys know that eggs don't come from a carton.</div>
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We have the best tasting eggs, these girls are well fed! </div>
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I am thinking of adding another couple chooks to our brood when we have sorted their accommodation, they are very free range, they keep escaping!</div>
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I am hoping to incubate our own to hatch, watch this space :)</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13275081237370528713noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5365337853575158585.post-3100378017916924802013-03-15T17:32:00.000+08:002013-03-15T17:32:56.364+08:00Illness is Not an Option<div style="text-align: center;">
There aren't many times I can say I don't like being a parent. Sleepless nights I can handle, tantrums I can put up with, sick kids are manageable, god forbid even man flu, although exasperating is something I can tolerate. Then there is when I am sick. It's like an atomic bomb has been dropped on my family. I know I won't be able to do anything productive, I know the kids will be feral. I totally see being sick as a punishment as no one is going to look after me and house will be obliterated.</div>
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I was lucky enough to have my husband home this time, which makes it that little bit tolerable. Last night he was left with both boys, and today left with Mouse, my smallest. Apparently they do not mingle.</div>
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My husband is fantastic with P, my big boy. Those two are peas in a pod, crazy, loud and both get over excited. Mouse is more my personality twin, quiet, maybe a bit needy and adores affection of the less rough and violent kind. When I finally left the medical centre this afternoon I opened the door of the car to an icy atmosphere and not just from the aircon being cranked full ball. From one morning with a not yet 1 year old, husband has decided we are not having any more children in case they turn out like Mouse. I do have to laugh, apparently the small boy wanted mum all morning, refused sleep and was super needy. He was practically flung at me as I entered the car. I do love that my kids are so different and when the other half experiences a little of my life.</div>
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After Husband's busy morning crawling around with a nearly toddler and I was throwing up into a bag, not to mention being on heavy drugs the last 2 days, he wins out and is the one napping, he's <i>exhausted</i>! (haha) I have collected the 3 year old from daycare and done the washing, life resumes as usual, house completely annihilated, but of course. Being hooked up to a drip and poked and prodded for 2 days is almost like a mini break, had a cocktail of drugs, life was grand.</div>
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Counting down until actual holiday, well kind of, heading down to Perth the following weekend, I am just so thrilled for the 16hour drive to unfold before us, our children turn into screeching insatiable banshees who just wee all the time, yuck yuck.</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13275081237370528713noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5365337853575158585.post-79051850106765447552013-03-12T17:02:00.000+08:002013-03-12T20:11:55.196+08:00Just a Mum<div style="text-align: center;">
I have agonised over my first blog post for a while, not as long as I dwelled over a name or for as long as I have considered starting a blog, but a while. I wanted something that introduced who I am and my motives for putting my words into the cyber world, I think I have put too much pressure on the initial post, so I am now just typing and hoping my personality will extend over the course of the blog, not one entry.</div>
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Creating a blog has been on my agenda. I have seen other friends with blogs, there are a few strangers I follow, I really enjoy their goings on and things they do. They make me feel inspired, I have laughed with them in happiness and cried with them when situations in life haven't gone to plan. I have seen crafts and wanted to create them with my kids or in turn have ideas and projects others may like to recreate. I wanted to have a space for myself for my words to unravel and to look back on the life we are making.</div>
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I didn't want <i>another</i> Mummy blog. I really worked hard on how to incorporate parts of myself aside from being a parent into this, then I thought about why I felt that way and it reminded me of recent conversation. When I was asked as to what I did for a career, my standard response has been "Just a Mum". When asked this again a little while ago, the person responded with "You're not just a Mum, you're <u>A</u> Mum". I realised I was embarrassed of being 'just' a Mum, it sounded so simple, it defined who I am and no one had ever questioned this or asked more about what I do or who I am past that. Even my husband has joked about when I can go back to work.<br />
While trying to find that niche I belonged in over the last few years, I realised nothing has fit as well as motherhood, it is my passion. Since this encounter I have made a real effort to see myself as more than a mother, as my own unique being apart from my kids but appreciate the things that celebrate having my children as a defining point in my life also. I know that through the journey of living, my interests and persona will change and I am wanting to embrace this place I am lingering at now. I am proud of where I stand.</div>
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My name is Alisa. A 24 year old mother to two small boys, a 3 year old and a nearly 1 year old, I am a wife to my husband of 2 years. All three of these people I adore however they challenge me on a daily basis. I love it. We reside in a remote mining town in Western Australia, the initial decision of living so far away terrified me, three and a half years later and I feel we have become part of this place. It has changed me beyond what I thought it would. I don't think I quite know who I am entirely, but I go through phases of things I love and want to do. I am making an effort to enjoy the moment more as I feel that will be my biggest regret if I rush through life to get to the end of something without taking it all in. I try to take lots of photos. As a rule, I do things that make me happy.</div>
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The greatest happiness I have is being with my small family. My oldest is energetic and bold. He is loud, wild and impulsive. He encompasses everything a little boy should be multiplied by ten and then lavishly sprinkled with mud and a toy car perched on top. My smallest is quiet and contemplative. He is yet to come into his own but is slowly finding his place in the world. Delicate and peaceful but learning to withstand the storm surge his brother brings with a gentle balance. My husband is my rock and my home. The place I can return to when the world is too much but lets me fly free to do I as please. He is kind and good. He makes me laugh and loves our children, which makes me love him even more. I am grateful to have someone by my side such as this, we don't always agree but trust each other, I need someone to provoke different opinions and debate. </div>
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Our house is often chaotic. I hope to be honest in that. There are days where I feel exasperated and tired, where I want to time out. I try to start each day as a new one. I must admit though, that I never go to bed feeling defeated, merely challenged to do better or do differently. I never thought parenting would be easy and in that I haven't set myself up to fail. I have a very much 'whats next?' attitude. I try to laugh and find the humour in most things. I enjoy having two children much more than having one, I didn't find the transition altogether easy, but relatively seamless. I never really plan anything, it's a flaw in myself I find works well in having small people.</div>
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I hope anyone who reads to have a window into our little corner of the world but have ultimately decided to document out lives in a way that I can keep adding to and looking back on. I hope to be regular enough in updating, I am using this to work on my fantastic ability to procrastinate. I feel excited to have started this, new beginnings are always wonderful :)</div>
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