February Facebook status updates

Because I spend too much time facebooking and not enough blogging I'm posting my status updates for each month of 2010 and then I may (or may not) comment on them ;)

It seemed that February was quite focussed on sleep-walking (Zie) and therefore my lack of sleep.  This has corrected itself only because we have put a single bed in our room and half way through the night she wanders in and - rather than waking me - tucks herself back in, in our room, and goes to sleep.... this is not my ideal solution but it has increased my sleep quota!  I became a tupperware lady... this novelty has worn off!!!

Five years, 4 months and 3 days

.... after she's born and I finally get around to putting the first picture on my pregnant belly cast that Sharon helped me to make all those years ago.... stay tuned for pics.

the last month or so in pictures

Shy girl? Nope....


Kiernan's 5th birthday party


riding the car at Kiernan's party (june 2010)


catching up with old neighbours - Sam and Charli - June 2010

Loving my new Digital SLR :)

I really love them

hello dear readers,
a dear old friend of mine - someone I've known since before my daughters entered this world, just pointed out in passing today that one day they'd grow up ... that I wouldn't be dealing with the sleeplessness and stuff that i'm dealing with right now. that one day I'd look back on all of all of this and wonder where it went. she's right of course. so just for the record.... while I'm in 'blissful red wine mode'..... I just wanted to let everyone know that they really are my reason for living at the moment... the precious princesses that at some point in each day bring light to my life..... and that they are the threads that connect me with my mum through memories of my own childhood. Charlotte Rose. Mackenzie Grace. I love you both very much. And Madonna? Thank you ;)

xo

Does taste run in families?

Hello dear readers,

About a month ago I got this overwhelming urge to watch a lot of my favourite movies from when I was a kid and one of the movies at the top of my list was the Australian film Blue Fin. Last week it finally arrived at the ABC shop at Chermside and my youngest and I embarked on the trip from hell (that really is another blog entry in itself) to pick it up. I am now proud / embarassed / shocked/ delighted / stunned to say that while I have watched it once since last week, my three and four year old daughters have watched it, in total, eight times !!! since last week. I still can't fathom what the appeal is, to ones so young, of a movie of hardship and life learning aboard a tuna ship :)

Hi myname is Joe.

So Charli comes home from school the other day and starts singing Hi My name is Joe and I work in a window factory....

I burst out laughing - remembering a similar song from camp years ago - and say No Charli, he works in a button factory. For those of you who have no idea what I'm talking about - YouTube it or just go here. Anyway, so we spend the next half an hour in the backyard no doubt giving the neighbours a good laugh singing this song and arguing about the words.

Flash forward to 3am the next morning and i get up to Charli who is talking in her sleep and I walk in and hear "hi, my name is Joe and I work in a window factory"...... ROFL. And there you have it people - she doesn't pay attention to what I teach her - even in her sleep she defies me ;)

Four year old breaks bad news

Charli, Zie and I driving through the rain tonight. charli gasps from the back seat - I'm all like "what??"...

Charli (solemnly): Mum, I have good news and I have bad news...
Me: Er ok, what's the bad news?
Charli: All those weeds you've pulled out, they've probably grown back.
Me: yeah, I know... bummer huh.
Charli: Yeah, but the good news is that the grass will grow too ..... but probably not as well as the weeds.....

Um... thanks for that bad ... and bad... news lol

Little Susie Homemaker

Hello Dear Readers,
I think today I came as close as I'll ever come to being the perfect housewife ;)
Up early tending to my children, I had them dressed, fed and ready for school about 2 hours before we had to be there (that was a mistake in hindsight that I will not make again lol)... and after dropping my eldest at Prep I returned with my littlie and set her up for a morning of painting while I conducted my exercises (you know, to get myself taut and terrific for my husband as every good wife should). I morning-tea-ed my daughter and I and then embarked on preparing dinner - chicken, bacon and mushroom vol-au-vents. Dinner in the fridge ready to be baked as soon as my husband wanted dinner (haha), I managed to get my daughter to agree to a rest while I folded the washing that had been drying all morning (admittedly I watched telly as I did this rather than multi-tasking some other domestic chore). Nap-time over and washing folded and put away, we played for a little while before picking Charli up from school and then Dave up from the train station. We returned home at which point I sat and did craft at the table with the girls (and in the process did up a reward chart for our youngest to aide with bedtime and feeding issues). I then served an early dinner so that I could primp and preen and get the children ready for bed - and get to a prep meeting at the school. I returned to make lunches, pour a glass of wine and iron some shirts for my husband who just received a promotion today.... I didn't follow him to bed to perform my wifely duties so i guess I failed there - but up until that point I was pretty 'perfect' wouldn't you say lol.... enjoy it Dave, it probably won't happen again ;)

Why you should not rely on your kids for your self-esteem

Charli watching an advertisement for Lite n Easy:

C: Mum, do you want to get thinner?
Me: Well actually Charli I am trying to lose a little weight. (I've only been exercising for 3 days mind you).
C: Well do you know what you have to do? You have to eat healthy.
Me: Thanks Charli, I have been eating healthier lately?
C: Really? Well you're not really looking thinner....

Er.... thanks.

She's been gone for one-fifth of my life now.

My dearest dearest mum,
I've just finished watching the time traveller's wife and am sobbing - not because the movie was that sad, though it was - but because I'm struck with this deep deep need to be able to travel back in time - to spend that last night with you, telling you over and over again just how great you were. I want to be able to bundle up my sleeping beauties upstairs and take them with me and show you them..... show you what beautiful granddaughters you have ...... because it's truly truly unfair that you never got to meet them. But they know you mum, I need you to know that. They listen to the tape you made of me when i was two - listening to you reading me bedtime stories... it's on my MP3 player and they ask to 'listen to grandma' while they go to sleep. They love you mum, as much as I know you would - and somehow do - love them.

I find myself struggling with your death more in the last few months than I have for a long time. Much of this has to do with my work as I'm counselling now mum and I'm a bad-ass counsellor like you were ;) no time for bullshit in my sessions - I just tell it like it is ;) But I've had a lot of clients lately with grief problems - clients who are still not functioning and grieving at high levels years and years after a parent has died. And it's bringing up huge amounts of stuff for me - stuff I thought I was ok with that it turns out I'm a little less okay with than I realised. But I'll work through it... I mean I have to right - can't have any of this pesky transference going on in sessions ;)

I'm not going to rabbit on tonight, I feel a little emotionally raw right now ..... the desperation to be able to see you and speak to you a little too close to the surface so I'll just sign off ..... and will go and sleep next to my daughters for a little while - and touch their faces and stroke their hair and hope that you can see them from wherever you are tonight.

I love you always.
xo

Mine can talk to the strawberries

Charli: Mum, at school they teach us that if we talk to the plants they like it, and grow.
Me: Really? Are you sure? (seems a bit hippy for our childcare)
Charli: Yep (walks over to strawberry plant in pot we've not yet planted and says) - "Hi Strawberry, how you going? I like you....... don't die ok?"

Ok-aaaaay.

Where has the time gone.... really.

Dear Mum,
This post is for you, because I've been thinking of you so much lately. I don't know whether it's because Charlotte turns 4 tomorrow, or because I've been finding parenting so challenging lately, or just because I miss you so much at the moment. Whatever the reason, I wanted to let you know how things have been going lately.

Firstly let me start with your beautiful, if not challenging grand-daughters. Where to begin. I know that whatever I have to say about them.... if you were here with us today, you'd throw your head back and laugh and regale me with stories about me as a youngster. Mostly I know that when I moan and groan about the fact that neither of them ever shut - up you'd just laugh and tell me that was karma coming back to reap it's debt. I remember you saying that I learnt to speak at 2 and never shut up.... well sweetie, that's your grand-daughters - except I have 2 of them to deal with !!!

Charlotte, our beautiful first born, turns four tomorrow. And it is truly incomprehensible to me that this time 4 years ago I was sitting in front of the computer wondering if the inklings of pain in my belly were the beginnings of labour. So much seems to have happened since then. So much that I've not been able to share with you...

And Mackenzie.... oh dear sweet, evil Mackenzie :) She can laugh and play the clown until tears run down my cheeks. She also has no compunctions about standing there and screaming until blood runs from your ears if she does not get what she wants... or if Charli says something she disagrees with.... or if indeed the sky is not the exact shade of blue that she desires.... sigh. Blimey. No-one ever tells you about this side of parenting. Mum, you never said it was like this. You never told me that your soon-to-be-tomorrow 4 year old would stick her hip out, put her hand on it, and hold her hand up and say "Mum, that's not what I'm doing right now, please stop talking"... I mean Mother of God. How does one deal with that? Some days I throw things. Some days I laugh. I'm trying to capture the 'laughter' days more than the 'throw things' days :)

We've moved into our new house and I think you'd really like it. Well you'd like the yard. The house I know you'd take one look at it and bemoan how much time it will take to keep it clean... which is what I do on a daily basis as it happens. As it happens I am turning into you, not surprisingly ;)
Most days I spend pottering in the garden, weeding, planting veg, the occasional flower for Charli, some succulents and drought hardy plants. Unlike you I do not do well with high-needs plants.... I'm too lazy. A relaxing hour for me now is watering the yard (without the children in tow) and I ponder all the times I remember you standing in the yard, watering the grass/gardens... and I know how much you would have hated current water restrictions in Brisbane ;)

So Mum, I know you know all the stuff that went on for us last year, my health and what not. I know you know this because I choose to believe that the only reason I am still here today is that there was an 'angel' on my shoulder that day. I don't know if it was you - or some 'essence' of you that was sent....but whatever it was, it's responsible for me being here to see my daughters' next birthdays and for that I'm eternally grateful. So last year's antics resulted in me wanting to 'tie up some loose ends with my life'....... and so I contacted Dad.

I can't explain why I needed to except that I never got around to telling him about your death, and the fact that I'd never heard from him after a couple of attempts at contacting him when I was a teen just left me feeling 'empty'.... like I needed to make contact even though I knew if my heart of hearts it would amount to nothing. So I contacted him.

It didn't go so well. I emailed him (after finding his email on Google) to ask about family health issues. I said that while I respected his decision not to have contact with me that I thought he at least owed me some family health history given what I'd been through (and given that I had two daughters to think of now). He emailed back (the next morning which shocked me) with some family history that doesn't seem relevant which is good to know I guess.... and then said he'd call me on Monday. I freaked. I realised I wasn't ready for contact. I worded a very careful email that suggested that if he didn't want any further contact with me and was only going to call to re-iterate what he said in his email, then he shouldn't call me. I wasn't ready for rejection, for some cold phone call that ended with him saying he didn't want to ever see me ... I mean I knew that was the case, somehow I knew - I mean if he'd wanted to find me before now he could have right?..... so I told him not to call. ..... ...... ...... and he called. 9.40 on a Tuesday morning he called. After me coming to grips with never speaking to him because he hadn't called Monday... he goes and calls Tuesday and sends my world into a spin. and you know what we talked about Mum... camping, and drinking red wine.... and family health. Mum, I honestly don't understand - why did you spend your life loving this man who seems so shallow to me now. This man who did not respond to me letting him know that you'd died. This man who acknowledged that he has a wife and 2 18-year old twin boys (my brothers!!) who know nothing of me. I don't understand. I was so stunned during the phone call that the ANGER I felt towards this man... my father... did not hit me until about an hour later. I was shaking. I cried. How could he not at least conjure up the words "I was sorry to hear about your Mum".... was he so emotionally stunted that he couldn't even do that? This is a man that you bore a child with .... ME.... and whom you were with for 7 years. I decided after that phone call that I wanted nothing more to do with that man unless he decided to tell his family about me (which I knew he wouldn't) as I couldn't be a party to such .... what is the word.??? I can't even think. The betrayal ... of you... of the life you lived together for 7 years..... words fail me. He is weak and I have no respect for him and it pains me to say that because I know you spent your life alone because you never stopped loving him... and until the day I die I will not understand why.

I'm sorry to have made this such a 'downer' letter to you mum... it was meant to be a celebration of your grand-daughter's birthday tomorrow..... so let me shake off this melancholy..... life goes on. Your beautiful, if not talkative, grand-daughter speaks of you often. You are grandma to her - although I know you alwasy wanted to be Nanna - but Grandma you are. And nothing stops me dead in my tracks faster than on the numerous occasions when she does something new and I ask her where she learned that..... and she turns to be with her big blue innocent eyes and says "Your mum taught me that yesterday".... and just for a moment... i can feel my heart stop....

I love you
Your loving daughter
xoxox

One minute I could kill her and then....

So I'm sitting here at 10pm mucking about on the computer because my 3 year old is going through one of her "I'm never tired" phases. I blew my stack (I'm trying to get some work done for a tomorrow deadline) and said "Okay, watch telly but DON'T SAY A WORD" because quite frankly I needed her to stop interrupting me with requests for water, needs to go to bathroom, desire to have a different book by her bed.... all delaying tactics if ever I've seen them. So after about 30 minutes of silence I hear:

"Mum I've been really quiet have I?"
"Yes Charli you have"
(pause)
"Well, now I think it's time to discuss the beach tomorrow. What do you think we should take? I think pyjamas. And toothbrushes. And toothpaste - will they have toothpaste? ....."

and on and on she went..... I shut down my work with a sigh. What's the bleedin' point?

Crazy Hair Day at School (or Check out the 'tude on my daughter)

A Life Update

Well hello dear readers. 'tis been awhile. Again, not due to lack of content but rather lack of motivation to get to the computer and write it all down. I think I've mentioned before that if they could hurry up and invent a mind to computer recorder I would blog a lot more often. Then at 3am while I was narrating a blog entry in my head (yes I do actually do that...how sad is that) - it would be automatically blogging to my site. How cool would that be!!??

And so begins a life update:

My Health

Is doing quite well thank you. I can't wait to see the specialist in a few weeks to get my meds reviewed though - there've been a few blackouts of late when I've stood up too suddenly and I've fainted momentarily because my blood pressure must just drop... of course, they may not change my medication at all....after all, keeping my BP low is the point I think. Anyway, I'm braving work one day a week as of the first of December (always good to return to work during the silly season don't you think??) so we'll see how that goes.

My Princesses

I never feel like I can do justice to this section of my blog. So much happens during the day with them both that it's hard to capture their hilarity, their drama, their ability to stun me with their personalities..... so some snippets.

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(note well: we've been quite aware of charli's fascination with death and dying lately - a stage I'm told - but all the more because of my cardiac arrest.... )

So Dave and I are sitting in her room playing trains. She lays two of the wooden people on the floor and says "they died". Dave and I look at each other in horror. Maybe they are just sleeping charli? "No they died-ed". Then she looks sad, hangs her head and pouts her lips. "What's up Charli?"
"I'm just so sad that they died"
"Charli, it's okay - they didn't really die, let's not play this game ok?"
Charli looks up with a big grin on her face:
"It's okay mummy, I'm not sad, I'm just pretending - they're not really dead you know, they're just toys".
Blimey.....I can't keep up with her.

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Me: Zie, don't bite Charli - it's very naughty!
Zie: No
Me: Zie, that's it, you need to move away from Charli please, you're being very naughty
Zie: Runs across the room, slaps me in the face or sometimes bites me if she's in the mood and then runs from the room into her room and sits in time out before I can even put her there. (sigh) - love how she gets one last naughty moment in before punishing herself.

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Charli on one of our many house-hunting trips of late. Walks in the door at a house - walks up to the agent and says "My name is Charlotte, I hope you're having a good day, we're going to buy this house ok?"..... every real estate agents' dream sale.

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I promise I'm going to do more of these snippet blogs. there's a 1000 more tales on a daily basis. I'll be more diligent I promise...

The House Hunting

Let's see if I can condense this.

• We've been househunting a lot
• It hasn't been easy because even though I have all this time on my hands, I can't drive so I can't be doing any of it during the week - which means every Saturday we get to cart the kids around and listen to them whinge and whine the whole time. It's lots of fun
• We found a house they were listing as Gigantor!! It's ugly but it's huge. Here's a couple of pics:

It's on nearly 1200 square metres of sloping to flat land, there's odd structural issues like a pole in the centre of the lounge room (because it used to be the garage), there's shag pile carpets which HAVE to go and it's tiled floors instead of my preferred wood. There's no flow effect out to the entertaining areas and all in all it's a brick piece of lego that desperately needs to be prettied up. But having looked at a few houses now (to say the least), we've discovered if you buy a pretty house, then you're paying for someone else's hard work and the chances are it's either a) too expensive, b) too small or c) on a small lot which we've decided we don't want. *sigh*

• We offered 34K less than their asking price - a rude offer yes but one that sat well with us given what we wanted to do with the place. And the Brisbane market is falling so.....
• they said 'no' and didn't counter-offer
• we offered 9K more and said that was our limit (and meant it)
• They came back with an offer 12K more than that. I said no our offer was X and that's all we can offer. Goodbye
• Felt emotionally drained as yet another house passed us by but refused to wallow. This house hunting thing is a big game and there's no point getting stressed about it (or giving yourself a cardiac arrest ;)
• Yesterday (after a tiresome Hi-5 concert!!), we went to see another house at the same price as we were offering on the above house - prettier, all renovated, pool, same size block, good high fences to contain the children BUT we just didn't like it. Might have been prettier but it was smaller and still had lots of little structural things that you knew were going to cost money to re-do. AND there was moisture in the garage wall..... and above the garage on the lawn sat the pool..... we were suspicious!!
• Driving home we decided that for the extra 12K we may as well bow to the wishes of the vendors who own the home above and just buy it. It always helps to see comparably priced houses on the market so we planned to call on the way home and bow to their new asking price.
• The phone was in the back of the car and i couldn't reach it so planned to call when we got home.
• The phone rang and went thorugh to message bank.
• Turns out that it was the estate agent :)
• We called back (not mentioning that we were about to call him!!)
• He asked if there was any way that we could increase our offer (now if we hadn't just decided to call him, him calling would have PISSED ME OFF because I thought I'd made it quite clear we weren't going to offer more)
• But of course we offered 5K more because hell, we'd just been about to pick up the phone and offer 12K more but he didn't know that!!
• And as of 3 minutes ago (while I was blogging!!) our offer was accepted!!
  

WE ARE NOW THE PROUD OWNERS (subject to building and pest and finance!) of GIGANTOR!!! (and don't think I won't be getting a sign for that house that says that!! LOL

If you can't sleep, blog

Because I think dear readers if you find yourself lying awake at night unable to sleep because you are constructing a blog in your head, then it's best if you just get up and go and write that blog. Plus I am getting sick of Geoff and Terry turning up, seeing me at the computer, asking me if I'm blogging and then laughing because they know I'm not... so here goes..... a blog entry!!

A lot has been going on lately ...... for the entirety of 2008 really and to be honest I'm a little over this year... which is unfortunatel really because according to my calendar we are only a little over 50% of the way through it.

Lately there's been a tonne of illness in our house (is that tonne or ton? I can never remember which way the Aussies spell it and which way the yanks spell it.... I'm going to go with tonne. Ton is shorter to spell ... and well.... that means it's probably the US spelling... you know.. to make it easier for them LOL)

anyway, I digress. 2008 has been filled with sinus infections, ear infections and just plain infection really. I won't even go into the events of a few weeks ago when on my week 'off' - plans filled with day spas, hair appointments, lunches with girlfriends and just general 'sitting on my arse with no kids to hassle me - both kids got severe conjunctivitis and were barred from daycare so instead of getting a massage, I got to wipe what looked like green caterpillars streaming from their eyes? Why I ask is this in none of the books about parenting...???? Amidst all of that I was ill myself so Darling Hubby had to stay at home, use up all of his annual leave, and care for us all. Sigh, what a week of joy...

And now our darling Mackenzie, whom I thought was going to breeze through teething like her poor sister never did, has spent the last 72 hours - attached to my hip - alternating between grizzling, sleeping, crying and laying there in a near coma with temps of over 39...... teething, ear infections and a throat described as 'ripe' by the doctor... lovely, so that'll be her 3rd lot of antibiotics this year alone. thrilled by that I am....NOT. So herein begins probably another year of this joy. Poor Zie. Poor mummy. I'm thinking that by about 2010 I can begin to sleep every night...all night. Probably for about a year before Charli's second lot of teeth start coming in... yay.

And dear Charli. there were a few weeks back when I was pretty sure I wanted to trade her in. You know, for a 3 year old who didn't talk back and refuse to do anything. Michelle assured me that all three year olds were like this but I had my doubts. But her little bursts of whatever causes her to become a maniac (and I can still blame teeth as her TWO-YEAR OLD MOLARS have not come through yet....blimey) seem to have subsided and she's back to just regular talking everyone's ear off and generally being a little know-it-all. Today she blew me away. We lay down for a daytime nap and read a story first. A story called Hattie and the Box (Fox) - she can't say F yet and after a very naughty word was yelled by mummy a few weeks back I'm actually really glad of this linguistic delay!!

Anyway, she put her hand over my mouth and declared she was going to read it. And she bloody well did - word for word (except for the last page which was "And they were all so surprised that no-one said anything for a very long time" which became "and they were surprised (thinking, thinking, thinking) ...and didn't talk" LOL..... anyway, I just about wet myself laughing when she did it again tonight for Dave. Having got over my astonishment at this display of parroting, I was able to listen properly to the inflections in her voice and she's got me down pat..... "Good grief, said the goose, Well well, said the pig" with this surprise in her voice and a cheeky grin on her face... just like Mummy must do every night..... hmm. At least I know I don't read in a monotone :) I'll endeavour to capture this on audio and blog it sometime soon.

And now onto the very large decisions regarding our abode. It's quite odd really..... for 6 months now (well much longer really) but ever since we moved in to this house to rent for awhile, I've been under the impression that one day we'd knock down and rebuild on our current block and I've really really wanted a Metricon style home (see the Laguna for example). You know, something crisp and modern with clean lines and a prize home feel about it. Which is very far removed from my ideal home when I was in my early 20's which was a wood and sandstone style queenslander with large verandahs, tall ceilings and a lovely open plan feel - but with that old rustic appeal. .... then Dave and I went to an open house on Saturday to this house...



Not a crisp modern style at all but a beautiful western red cedar SIX bedroom house set on about 1200m2 complete with cubby house, pool, gazebo, a flat section of yard for the trampoline and swings, a chook run (yes a chook run), fruit trees and a vegetable patch. Complete with 5 levels in the house in cascading split level design - Dave and I just LOVED it. We impulsively put an offer in that afternoon..........




and were promptly rejected the following day. The owner wants far more for it than we can offer... despite our offer being over his asking initial price. Sigh. I am torn between heart broken and trying to be all Zen about it. Either he will come to his senses and accept our offer (it has been on the market for about 4 months now)... OR I can see this house as the house that - while we did not get it - at least made the decision for Dave and I.... drum roll... we are once and for all selling our house that we've lived in for the last 9 years together. We cannot justify the expense of building a large house on this property when we can get 2/3 of the price of a brand new house by selling it..... so it goes on the market sometime this week. Anyone want to buy it?? LOL

I am sure there will be other houses..... other houses that Dave and I will walk in to and look at each other and smile. At least now I know what that feeling feels like. We've been to a few open homes over the last few weeks and I've walked away thinking "yeah I guess I could live here"... but let's face it folks, if you're going to spend that much money on a house.. you want to feel "oh wow" about it. So now.... we just have to find another 'oh wow' house. And in the current market... there'll be plenty more coming our way with falling prices I hope....

Well that's it for me. Not very eloquent but at least brings you up to speed. I feel like I've been letting down the whole "I am an A-type personality" title by seeming as if I"m not doing much. But it turns out that moving house, being ill a lot, raising 2 very independent monkeys who alternate between driivng me crazy and making my heart break with love, working a job that while officially part-time is really a full-time role, buying a new car (oh yeah we bought a new car), trying to stay in contact with friends and failing dismally most of the time... and now looking for a new house because I feel that moving once in a year is just not stressful enought..... well it turns out that all those things suck up quite a bit of time. Here's hoping those Practitioner Strength vitamin B tablets that the chemist slipped me today kick in soon with some of that 'energy' the bottle is promising me :)

Ciao dear readers
x

A picture tells a thousand words...

or at least I hope so. I've missed so much this year. Mackenzie darling will think that I did not want to remember any of her first years - and nothing could be further from the truth. But the truth is that I am tired. Tired of my life and the endless round and round of work, housework, feeding me and the kids and the husband and the dog, sleeping (if I'm lucky), and then getting up and starting it all over again. Ironically, the things that tire me are also the beings that are the light of my life, so here is a catch up on the things that have exhausted me this year.


Charli's 3rd Birthday - a real fizzer compared to last year but the trampoline was a bit of a hit :)




Man, Mackenzie has up until now been our placid little ray of sunshine. Then recently she developed "attitude". She still is smiley and bubbly.... when she wants to be. Other times she expresses her concerns all too clearly. Here she would like us to know that she is TIRED OF THE PHOTOS PEOPLE... and i don't care if you are trying to get "just one photo of my new dress that Aunty Sharon bought" - I have no intention of smiling..... thank you very much.









God Mum you got one kiss... give it up alright???












I got smart this year - cake courtesy of Baskin and Robbins. But not too smart - "I want an ice cream cake"... over and over and over again. When she won't eat it and starts crying and we ask why? "It's too cold mummy"..... aaaaagh. I'm sorry, next time I'll get them to warm the freaking ice cream cake.







And don't think this hasn't been used as a jail of sorts, but she's recently learnt to get out herself *sigh* still works for the little one though ;)













her first easter hat parade at 'school' which of course both her dad and i had to miss as we both had meetings scheduled. the joys of working and parenting...please note the GORGEOUS knitted dress from April



And Zie got to make an appearance too - I'm told they are rabbit ears on her head but is it just me or does she look more like and Indian Squaw...??

I too can be a DG Shaz :) Lemon meringue pie. ... which made Charli's mouth tingle because as it turns out 'yes' she is still allergic to eggs :( oops


Rembrandt eat your heart out - why do kids insist on putting all of the beautiful colours over and over each other until they end up with a brown mess?

Anyway, that's all from me. Stay tuned - the latest in Charli and Mackenzie's 'tude next post.

xo

36 months later

Birth Day















Big One Year old girl












My 2 year old girl about to turn three .... pretending to be an angel... Beck she loves the wings








Dear Charli,
Tonight is the eve of your third birthday and as if it were yesterday I can sit here and remember exactly what I was doing 3 years ago tonight.

This evening I have just put you to bed and you held my face close in your hands and you whispered: "Do you know what tomorrow is?"
Yes my darling girl I know exactly what tomorrow is. It is the third anniversary of a day that changed our life forever. The past few months have been difficult ones, for me, for you and for us as a family. Illness, ear infections, post-PhD depression, sleeping difficulties and tantrums (by both you and I) have marred the beginning of 2008 a little. But despite all of this, I sit here and shed a tear for the three years that seem to have gone a little too fast, though I know that there was many a night of sleeplessness or days of whinging that I have wished them away, desperate for these difficult years to be over.

Your favourite at the moment is to remind me (a lot) that I get cross with you. Thankfully I've taught you well and you are also quick to point out that you know I still love you. The other day you even told me you didn't like me very much, but that you still loved me, and your emotional intelligence astounds me some days. Of course this is balanced out by regular 2 year old behaviour that manifests in 'drama queen' ways for you - one such instance being the other morning when I - still half asleep - was subjected to you sobbing for 5 minutes in front of Dora the Explorer because you couldn't see the TV... IT'S RIGHT THERE IN FRONT OF YOU CHARLI, WHAT IS WRONG? I yelled exasperatedly.... when you started rubbing your eyes I even had a moment of panic, thinking your vision had been harmed in some way. But no. It turns out that your couch was NOT ON THE EXACT RIGHT ANGLE TO THE TV. God give me strength. It's mornings like that when I think that it is quite likely that I might stroke out before i reach the age of 35. But then you turn around and smile at me like butter would not melt in your mouth and I'm back to wondering how I could ever be angry with you at all.

Charli girl. We love you so much. Your daddy, your sister and I think you are wonderful. Never stop being exactly who you are.

Love Mummy
xoxox

Alive but not well

Been a while huh? I've thought of blogging often. Late at night I find myself composing short blogs and paragraphs in my head, things I should post about that are funny or so tragic I figure it will give someone something to laugh at... or something to commiserate with me about. But unfortunately they've not yet written the technology that will take these in-brain musings and simply transfer them to the computer. By the time i arise the next morning i am confronted with yet another unmanageable day in my life and the blog is once again relegated to backburner of my life. So much has happened since january 3rd when I last posted. I could write for hours on the hell that has been 2008 thus far but something tells me (and my unstable emotional state supports this) that it's best not to relive the full extent of the horror but rather to just jot it down in dot points. Of course it's not going to sound as tragic that way and I will no doubt come across as a drama queen who needs to just take a valium and put things into perspective - and that could well be the case - however.....

January.

1. We decide to move in Sharon's house
2. I start packing up the inside of the house WEEKS before the move... Husband, whose job it is to clean up the living nightmare under our house, leaves it until approximately 7 days before our move....
3. The garbage skip cannot be put into our front yard and only barely fits onto the front footpath - much to the annoyance of the postman
4. the council decide the week before we have booked the removalists to come and tear up our entire gutter/footpath region to re-pipe. I have a heart attack that the removalists will not be able to move us. despite buckets of rain it gets done in time
5. the general stress of moving and changing over utilities and packing boxes with two small children 'helping' caused me to have a mini-stroke most nights
6. 18th jan - we move - the less said the better. STRESS
7. the day after the move we've arranged a friend to babysit so that dave and I can attend - child-free - his sister's engagement party. we look forward to a night out as adults. we barely talk to each other or anyone else that night as we are so exhausted we can't function.
8. we get home to our babysitter saying she was about to call as our youngest has a temp nearing 39 degrees
9. we give her panadol, she has a slight - what we think is heat rash
10. by 2 days later the rash is worse and i call the Qld health number. they take me through a gazillion questions about her symptoms (does she have a headache? how the hell do I know - she doesn't talk yet!!). They say not to worry unless I wake up in the morning and rash has spread
11. I wake up in the morning and the rash has spread.
12. I spend this week dealing with the clearing up of crap still at our old house (turning out to be 1000 more trips in the car than expected) AND with a child that has Roseola - turns out not to be a problem but before we knew what it was there was a little bit of worry involved.
13. Throughout all of this there are boxes
14. and more boxes
15. and many more boxes to be unpacked
16. I think by now it might be the end of January. it's hard to say, my life at this point is lack of sleep and unpacking boxes.

February

1. Unpacking boxes
2. Annoying tenant at old house keeps texting me with inane questions such as what is Optus phone number as we didn't leave the white pages in the house - for fuck's sake man..... call directory assistance. Sheesh. Call the real estate agent and put a stop to him calling me.
3. In this month we have an array of birthdays and I'm pretty sure that I was sick about three times - as were the girls. Having been on sleeping tablets for a month to control the 'moving anxiety' I also experienced a charming side effect of rebound depression - I recall a day of lying on my bed crying wishing I could just leave life behind me... a horrible feeling let me tell you. A trip to the GP got that under control..... sort of.
4. Late in February i get a call from mother-in-law telling me that my father-in-law can get in for his knee surgery about 6 months earlier than planned. Which is great news. Except for the fact that I then had to enrol Charli in childcare as she didn't think she could cope with both of them while he was recovering, which was fair enough - but the prospect of childcare freaked me out.
5. Took charli down to local childcare - she loved it so much and cried so hard when we left that I booked her in to start immediately.
   
6. First three days of childcare I dropped her off wihtout tears (Seeya Mum) but picking her up was an emotional ordeal. She would spy me, burst into tears and cry "i've missed you so much mummy"..... By the fourth day, the drop offs were heart wrenching. And they've not got better in the last 5 weeks. "I don't want to go to school" starts the day before and continues until I leave the childcare centre a hollow of my former self and drag myself to work.
7. I love my job - LOVE IT - but beginning each day with your child crying and saying they "just want to spend the day with you mummy" - well it's enough to drain the hardest-hearted person

March

What can I say about March really. Thus far 2008 has been a sleepless, illness-filled year and March has been the worst. Nights of Charli not going to sleep until 3am, 12pm, 10pm and then up again by about 4am with pleas to watch TV. By night 3 I could freaking care what she was doing as long as she let me sleep. The irony is that for the first time Zie started sleeping through from sundown to sun up - I think they tag team me. "Okay, I'll sleep well this month, you drive her crazy!!". It turned out to be an ear infection... the first of three we've had now this year. Anti-biotics seem to keep it under control momentarily but then the minute she gets another runny nose - a constant this season now she's in childcare - then she gets another ear infection. I'm assured that they'll clear up by the time she's about 4 or 5 - excellent!! Only another 365-730 more sleepless nights :)

On top of all this I seem to have developed the chronic sinusitis problems that plagued my mum for years..... a prospect that fills me with dread. On Saturday just gone (we've skipped over March, join me in April now)... I flew to Cairns for a job for 24 hours - the plane trip was a nightmare - having never flown with a sinus infection before i could not have imagined the pain that would engulf my head and ears on descent. I don't recommend it folks. I spent yesterday laid up in bed wishing I could breathe.

The problem with life at the moment is that so much crap has gone on that it's hard to focus on the funny and good things - the things that should be remembered, but I'll give it a go....

The good things

okay this post has been interrupted by receiving energy bills from our old address because our energy provider never cancelled our service as requested.... so as trivial as that seems its just one more blah in my life to deal with right now.... I'm off. I'll be back to report on good things soon... I hope.