Saturday, April 30, 2011

Big City and Small Trains

Today Brett and I decided to take our train obsessed boys (and our girls) to the Model Train Exhibition.  

An hour away.

In the big city.

And of course, we had to park a good 15 minutes away and had to walk.

On a warmish day.

In jeans.


ON A MAIN SCARY ROAD - which is 10 times worse when you are totally outnumbered.

We um'd and ah'd about taking the double pram.

I am glad I decided to override Brett's "Nah, we will be right!"

See those cars? Within centimetres of the edge of the footpath?
They were FLYING!
We arrived and there was a blind man at the front entrance, asking for change.  His gorgeous guide dog sitting next to him.

Brett gave the kids some loose change, and Lucy says in her loudest voice "Look Mama!  This man is BLIND.  That means he can't see us".

Yes darling girl.  But he can HEAR you!

Luckily he couldn't see me blush.

We had a quick, but good conversation about what being blind meant, and how we are very blessed that we can see this beautiful world.

We finally made it inside and it was full of all the grown men who obviously didn't want to admit that they were in fact... grown-ups!

I didn't see one stand holder under the age of 60.

But they were all so very lovely and all willing to listen to my children's questions and show them all about their aah-may-zing creations.

 After about an hour, we finally hit the jackpot!  My kids wouldn't leave.

This was breath-taking!!

And all this LEGO was MOVING!!!

I am not sure if anyone saw this, but I appreciated the humour of this THOMAS world's creation.
The sign on Brewster says "Scrap Metal.  Help Yourself"

Come on!  That is funny!  No?

Oliver and his little friend Sean were mesmerised.  Like seriously, we could have gone and had a coffee and they would have been in the same spot when we came back!

My heart skips a beat when I look at this one.  

 We then decided to head to Fortitude Valley for lunch.

It was like I never left.

The smells.

The sounds.

The atmosphere.

Brett and I lived up the road and spent many a weekend here pre-kids and this would be the place we would be living if we didn't have kids.

But we do.

I was begging Brett to let me inside this place.

Just one.

A little one... I promise, just a little one.

He dragged me away.

As much as I love visiting the city, we agree that it isn't our blooming place.

I have said it before.  The coast is our home.  It is where our roots have buried into the sandy soil.

It is where we bloom.

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Friday, April 29, 2011

Change your words.

I love this video.  Something we can all think about changing.

Enjoy this beautiful day.


Monday, April 25, 2011


I am totally exhausted after what feels like our 40 day marathon.  

Easter started a couple of weeks ago, with lots of Easter arts and crafts, school Easter bonnet parades, kindy Easter bonnet parades, chocolate cooking classes and many mornings of hot cross buns for breakfast.

Oliver's First Easter Bonnet

I hear you ask about the Chocolate Cooking Class.  Well, this was attended by Miss Lucy.  

She loves cooking.

She loves Chocolate.

It was a great morning.

Good Friday we spent having a lazy day at home - well, as lazy as you can get when you have to call an ambulance because your 2 year old has turned blue.  He is fine and is recovering from an upper respiratory infection.  He is now on medication and we are giving him ventolin regularly throughout the day.

Saturday we spent having fun colouring-in and making things for our special Sunday.  I also read a few traditional stories of Easter, Jesus, and how the Easter Bunny fits into it all.

Saturday night, we headed out with good friends and hunted for glow-in-the dark eggs at our local park.  

So.  Much.  Fun.  

They were filled with jelly beans.  

Then Saturday night, we left out carrots for the bunny to snack on, tucked our Five Little Reasons in bed and headed to bed ourselves.

I thought our bunny was messy... but a girlfriend showed me the mess left in her kitchen,
and I am thankful that the bunny didn't get time to make such a mess here!  

As the Five Little Reasons grow older, the challenge to keep them guessing gets harder.  No longer can we put some talcum powder on the floor and a trail of little eggs.
{a couple of years ago one little reason proudly announced that "Hey, this smells just like the baby powder" }

So we started doing "hunts".  

Last year I had a map.  Hand drawn.  By your's truly.  With burnt edges.  

'Cause apparently the Easter Bunny sunlights as a pirate by day!

This year, I opted for a clue trail.

Which they L O V E D!

Hayden would read, then wait for the little kids to try and figure out the answer - cause he knew he was smarter.  

And they RAN around giggling!

And the Easter Bunny delivered.  

We then had a quiet, yet fun filled morning with family & friends.  A BBQ breakfast and a yummy dessert table.  

I must admit, that I am not creative to save my life.  

I can't take credit for anything.

I cheated. 

I googled.

I used free printables.

After brunch, we played the Wii, had mama naps and just spent time reflecting on the driveway. 

My gorgeous brother arrived at dinner time, and came baring wonderful gifts. 

He also gave us some DVD's and some Bible puzzle books, which Lucy has already started.  We had a little giggle when, after dinner, Lucy sat down to do a Word Search.  We were not aware of what she was doing... and she screamed in delight "I found God". 

In her word search.  

I hope you all had a wonderful, magical, spiritual Easter.  

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Thursday, April 21, 2011

It is worth the tears!

I lie awake with my baby girl snuggled in beside me.  She suckles softly as I drift in and out of sleep.  She plays with my chain, and every now and again her tiny little fingers reach up to strum at my bottom lip.  I look down and her big blue eyes pierce through my heart; even in the dark.

I have been so very lucky to have breastfeeding come naturally to me.  I had a rough start with Hayden, but hey, he was my first so there was 2 people who had no idea what they were doing.  But I persevered and struggled through the tears and after about 10 days, we were off and running.

With Lucy, I had some attachment problems in hospital, but at least one of us knew what we were doing then, so I would sit in the dark for hours pulling her off and making her re-attach.  It paid off, and on leaving hospital, she was nursing beautifully.

Even after my caesarians, I would usually spend the first 24-48 hours, shirtless, baby on my chest as much as I possibly can, feeding whenever they wanted.  There is nothing more magical than a fresh newborn baby, curled up, sleeping naked on my bare chest.

I love the sense of total dependancy a breastfed baby has on me.  No one else can feed them.  It is something that is totally mine.  I love that no matter how sick or hurt a babe is, as soon as they start to suckle, all their worries disappear.

I have never had any problems nursing.  Not past the first few days.  Until Camille.

My baby girl has been very ill this week.  Terrible cold and a hideous cough.  She has been feeding more at some times, and less at others.  I think because of this, I now have mastitis.

I wouldn't wish this on anyone.  Horrible.  Painful.  Draining.

I also had it when she was 5 weeks old.  I have no idea why.  I didn't do anything differently than with my first 4 babes.  It was a complete shock.

I continue to feed, wincing through the pain, and looking at the big blue eyes that look up at me in the dark.

It is worth all the pain.


Saturday, April 16, 2011

Taking a forced break.

The last few weeks have been madness!  Most days I feel like I am running around doing a zillion things, but when I finally sit down with my cup of tea at 9pm, I honestly can't recall what I actually did.

I have a few blog posts in my head, and I promise I will get to them in the next few days.

I have had many messages asking how I was, and why I was "missing".  I feel the love.  :)

I had a sick baby girl last weekend.  That was fun.  Don't you just love when they projectile vomit all down your front.

I just loved that my bra acted as a catching bowl.

And I have to fight every instinct to JUMP UP when a child is vomiting, because honestly, changing the sheet and throwing them in the wash is soooooo much easier than scrubbing vomit off the carpet.

I hold my baby girl close to my chest as she spews... catching it all in my bra and down my top.  Oh, I didn't mention that this happened at kindy drop off.  While saying goodbye to my little boys.

I was dressed ready for a day to myself.  Something I long for all week.  Well, let's face it.  It isn't exactly by myself, but hey, one tiny baby is nothing compared to 3-5 at once!

But alas, I jumped back in the minivan, spew pooled in my bra, my shirt drenched with that distinctive stench, naked baby in the back, and headed home.

I felt sorry for my neighbours, as I stripped bare naked in our garage, right next to an open window.  I grabbed my baby girl, who was obviously exhausted from the ordeal and we had a soothing shower together.

We then spent the next 6 hours laying on the couch together.  She fed once or twice.  She cried every time she moved.  I tried to put her in the cot a couple of times, but gave up.

Sometimes the house has to take one for the team.

Sometimes everything else has to completely stop.

We stayed on the couch all day watching all my saved TiVo.

I had a nice 6 hours of "The Housewives of Miami" and "Parenthood" to catch up on.

I felt at peace with actually being able to crash on the couch with my 6 month old baby girl.

I am glad it was on a kindy day.  There is no way I would have been able to do this with any of the other  cherubs at home.

But what goes up, eventually comes down, and so I spent the next 2 days catching up.

And I do catch up.  

Now, to catch up on my blog...

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Sunday, April 3, 2011

Knee's, Grass & Life going FAST!

This week has been full on.  I have had so much to do and no time to do it.  Things that I keep putting off... well, they could no longer be put off.  Eventually they drive me insane, and I go on a rampage to get it all done.   I hate the washing piling up, I hate seeing the oven's grease get thicker and thicker.  I hate the feeling I get when I walk past something that needs to be done.  It eats at me until it is done.

But the truth is, I am only one person.

Against 5... sometimes 6 others.

I try my hardest not to let these little things get to me, but there is only so many times I can pick up a wet bathmat that my husband has left on the floor, again, before I "loose" it.

I know I shouldn't, but I do.

This is a side of me I absolutely HATE.

More than words.

It is just a bathmat.


Why is it so hard?

I love that I am house proud.  I love the feeling I have, when I have a lovely home to enjoy... but it is bloody hard work and when I struggle, I crumble.

I want to be able to let things go, but on the other hand... if I let it go, it eventually catches up with me, and then it is even harder to catch up.

I am working on finding the balance between letting things go and enjoying the moment, and the mundane tasks that come with being a wife and a mother.


If you have been reading my blog for a while, you would already know that Sunday's are our "Family Day".  We try to "mix it up, keep it real" as my hubby says.

The kids have been asking us to take them to the local skate park for a while.  So this morning, we decided to pack up the car early, swing by the local bakery for fresh croissants and chocolate milks and have a breakfast picnic.


Fresh croissants that were soft and fluffy, requiring no toasting or jam.
Yummy, just they way they were!

Autumn sunlight, dappling through the trees.  I took a moment to soak it up,
and ran my eyes up the beautiful gum tree, exploring the colours and textures. 
Camille's love affair with the grass continues...

There is something really peaceful about a picnic rug, a baby and a clear schedule!  Camille is no longer happy on her back.  Within seconds she is on her tummy, eager to explore.  Not quite crawling, she gets frustrated when things are just out of reach.

I just love that Oliver follows his big siblings wherever they go.  Never wanting to miss out.  He is far too grown up for his own good.   I have to remind myself on a daily basis that he is only 2!  27 months to be exact!  This is where they chose to eat their croissants and drink their milks.  Not on the comfy picnic rug, but up the top of a concrete bowl.   And it was good!

Little Boy - Big World!
Lucy's weird obsession with wearing her hat under her helmet!

A stack to remind you that they are going to fall.
He cried,  but I was proud that he got straight back up again.

Happy Sunday Everyone.  Remember to put your dancing shoes on - these little babies cost me $2... SCORE!!!

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