Sunday, July 31, 2011

Sunday Snapshot.

Collect your phone photos from the week, and create a snapshot of your weekly life.  Sometimes the dodgy phone photos create much more of an accurate description of your life.  Link me up with your snapshots.

The eyes on this one just PIERCE though my heart.   
So very blessed!

Already getting our moneys worth with our My Fun Passes!

Camille's favourite spot.  
Our front window, looking out to the driveway and front porch.  
A great place to watch the world go by!

Would you think I was weird if I told 
you that Bunnings was my all-time favourite shop?
My little shopping buddy and I 
spent 2 hours on Friday wandering around.  

God I love this man.  
More.  Than.  Anything.

My Life!

Happy Sunday Everyone.

Have a fantastic week!!!



Saturday, July 30, 2011

I am not a Vampire!

I have come to the conclusion that Winter is my least favourite season.  We are a Summer family.  Actually, we are an every season family... except Winter!

The Five Little Reasons and I are missing our Driveway Delights like crazy.  The bigger kids have been getting some bike time, however with the constant sniffles I have been reluctant to have the little ones outside... even when all rugged up in their woolies.

So we have been spending our time inside.  In the warmth.  Drinking hot chocolates, taking long hot bubble baths and playing endlessly with lego and puzzles.

The windows are closed and the curtains drawn, creating our own little cave, cocooned from the chilly breeze that seems to be constant.  We live in the dark, like bats.  As cosy as it is, the lack of sunshine and air flow causes me to get cabin fever.

Hopefully there is only a few more weeks left of winter.


Sunday, July 24, 2011

Sunday Snapshot

Join me in looking back on your week.  Take snapshots with your phone and put them together to show a summary of your week.  

Loving that Camille is starting to enjoy doing things with us.  

Becoming her own little person, with likes and dislikes.

 We purchased our MyFun tickets this week.  

12 months.  
3 Theme Parks.
Lots of fun.

Brett and I were in hysterics watching 4 of our reasons riding on these little dodgem cars.

Oliver had no idea what he was doing.  

But he had so much fun doing it.

A midweek morning tea date with my boy.

My new hat.  I love it!

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Thursday, July 21, 2011

Every Kitchen Needs One.

My new love is finding old things, and restoring them.  I get such a great feeling when I create something special for our home, and spend such little money on it.

Everyone LOVES my Red Frames.

When I was in Brisbane a few weeks ago, I went for a quick look through an Op Shop.  I love finding something when you aren't even looking.

I was wandering around, and this little beauty was hidden between two giant dressers.  

As soon as I saw it, I knew I had to have it.  I sheepishly asked the attendant how much he wanted for it.  I was shocked by his reply!

"Aah?  Give me five bucks for it"


After a trip to the hardware store, to stock up on more spray paint, and a trip to Spotlight to find a fabric, I started bringing it back to life.  

I can't sew, so I gave the seat and my choice of fabric to my mum, who recovered it with a slip.  I wanted a slip, so that I can take it off to wash.

It is now a fantastic feature in our kitchen.  Hayden uses it to get the cereal down in the morning.  Brett uses it to sit and chat to me as I make dinner.  And it also means that the kids no longer have to pull a dining room chair into the kitchen to help with the cooking.


Tuesday, July 19, 2011

The 3rd Little Reason - A Birth Story.

Joshua is the odd one out in our family.  He looks nothing like the others, and his personality is very different as well.

I remember the 20 week scan, where I, unwillingly, found out I was having a boy.  We TOLD the sonographer that we didn't want to know what we were having.  She did all the usual checks, and proceeded to do the femur measurement.  She knew what she did was wrong.  She quickly pulled the transducer off my belly and started back up at his head.

It was too late.  I had clearly seen his bits.  It was a profile shot, knees bent, umbilical cord curled, and boys bits sticking straight up.  My heart sank.  I didn't want to know.  Brett didn't want to know.  I didn't say a word.

The pregnancy went smoothly, and I never mentioned it to anyone.  I got to 38 weeks and I started having strong Braxton Hicks.    I asked Brett to take some photos of me that week, because I just knew it would be the last chance we would get.  And I was spot on.

Saturday night I started feeling "off".  My instincts kicked in and I curled up in bed, knowing that something was going to happen that night.  I woke to contractions throughout the night, and would fall asleep in-between.  I didn't time them.  They weren't regular enough yet.

When I woke Sunday morning, 10 days before my due date, they kicked up a gear.  They were becoming more and more painful and I would hold onto the back of Brett's lounge chair and rock.   The contractions were increasing in pain, but weren't getting any closer together.  I would scream in pain during a long contraction, but not have another one for 10-20 mins.     At about 11am, I told Brett that I thought something was wrong.  He looked at me like I was crazy.  Why would something be wrong?  I rang the hospital and told them my concerns.   Other than the fact that they weren't getting closer together (but were getting stronger and longer), I had no other symptoms of something wrong... other than my mothers instinct.

They midwife was lovely and said  I should come in.  She said that being my 3rd, I would know.  We organised Hayden (3 years) and Lucy (just turned 2) and headed to the hospital.

Upon arrival, they hooked me up to the monitor for 1/2 hour and watched as the contractions were all over the place.  They had no consistent pattern, but were peaking for longer and stronger.   The midwife thought something was wrong with the monitor machine, so asked for the OBGYN on duty to come and assess me.

When he arrived, he did an internal, and discovered that I was 3cms dilated and my waters were bulging down and out of my cervix.   This wasn't surprising to me, as I have strong sacks that haven't ever broken on their own.  He suggested that we break my waters and get things going.  I agreed, but having flashbacks of Lucy's Birth, I asked for the epidural first.  It was a quiet Sunday, so I had my epidural within 15 mins.

What happened next was any mothers worst nightmare.  As soon as my OBGYN broke my waters, the babies heart rate dropped to 60BPM.  I remember the panic that filled the room.  Two midwives and my OBGYN quickly pushed me onto my side... He said something about maybe the cord was around his neck and if I rolled onto my side, it would help.

No change.

The rolled me onto the other side.

No change.

My OBGYN quickly put a clip on the babies head to get a more accurate reading (remember they thought it might have been a faulty machine).  His heart rate was dangerously low.

I remember looking at my husband, tears filling my eyes.  What is going on??  This isn't how it is supposed to go.  This wasn't my plan.  

There was no time between a midwife quickly shoving an awful drink down my throat and the OBGYN calling theatre.  "Code 1 Emergency C/S on her way.  We are heading to theatre 2" He called.

I was whisked away and remember getting dizzy as they ran me down the hallway.  They had whipped my epidural up to MAX and I was having a bad reaction.

Brett had no idea what was going on.  A midwife quickly gave him some scrubs and said "follow me".  No time to ask questions.  He followed.

I was already in theatre and being cut open when he arrived.  I was in tears.  Brett was in tears.  The effects of having my epidural turned to max started to show.  I started to feel excruciating pain in my shoulders.  I was freezing cold.  I remember uncontrollably shivering.

Within a second they pulled the blue screen down and the anaesthetist pushed my pillow up and I saw as they pulled my baby out.  There was only a split second between them holding him up, and announcing it was a boy and him being whisked away.

I started thrashing about on the table.  The pain was unbearable.  I couldn't control the trembling. Brett looked at me and said "Honey, are you alright? Are you alright?"  He was so worried about what was going on with me.

I ordered him to follow our son.  "I am fine, please go with the baby".  I slowly slipped into a coma.  I was out.

I woke almost 2 hours later in recovery.  I was alone.  A midwife came over and asked me how I was feeling.

"Where is my baby?  Is my baby ok?"  I asked.

She said he was fine and back in my room with his daddy.  I was relieved.  I asked if I could go and see him.  I was told I had to be monitored for a while first.  I asked what had happened.   "I am not sure hun.  I am just a recovery nurse.   I will find out for you".

After what seemed like eternity, I was finally wheeled back to my room.  I was met by my husband, holding our son.  "He is fine" he said.  My mother was there and I said "We are naming him Joshua" to which she replied "I know, he is gorgeous".  I have never told anyone, but I was gutted that his name was already announced without me there.  I know it wasn't my hubby's fault.  He would have been excited.   But it is something I have never gotten over.

I was the talk of the maternity ward.  Every midwife that entered my room, would look at my chart and say "Oh, you are the Cat1 Emergency C/S".  It upset me that they were all talking about me, because I still had no idea about what had happened.

It took me 3 days to find out the full story of what had happened.  My OBGYN didn't know, and I never saw the OBGYN on duty again.  Finally on day 3, I went for a meeting and spoke to the Head Midwife.  She explained everything to me.

It was a Placenta Abruption.  She said I had a clot on the placenta and they suspect it burst when my waters were broken, which in turn caused the placenta to come away from the wall of my uterus.  Because the placenta was high, and Joshua's head was engaged and then dropped right down when the waters were broken, I had no external bleeding, which is usually the first sign.  Thankfully they got him out in time, and he had no problems what-so-ever.

My 3 babies 3.5 and under.

Because he is the middle child, I do have a special place in my heart for Joshua.  I think I over compensate and make sure I spend lots of time with him.  I don't want him to become a stereotypical middle child.

He is growing into a wonderfully, kind, loving and affectionate little boy.

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Sunday, July 17, 2011

Sunday Snapshot

I love to look back on the week and remember the little things among all the mundane.  I carry my phone everywhere and remind myself to take photos of ordinary things.  

Meet Mario.  Our newest family member.  
He is an 8 week old hand-raised Cockatiel. 

He was Joshua's (early) birthday present.  

I am surprisingly attached to him.  

My baby girl is growing up.  

She isn't allowed.  

But she doesn't listen.  

I love stumbling upon bargain.

30% off already reduced prices.

I bought 6 items for $37

You do the maths.

Would you think I was weird if I told you this 
was my first ever Magnum?

I am not an ice cream kind of girl.

It was yummy.  But I am glad it was only small.  

Very very rich. 

One day.  When the line isn't 50 deep.


Some of Joshua's birthday presents.  
I will write his birth story up this week.  
I have a special place in my heart for this boy.  x


Never again.

That is all.

We stumbled upon a TV set. 
A new show starting soon called "The Renovators".
See those bright coloured things?  They are park benches.
Designed by the contestants I guess.
I am interested in seeing how they piece the part 
we watched together... wonder if it will be as slow as I saw.   

Lovely afternoon stroll through Southbank to finish off our week.

 Your turn.  Link me up with your Sunday Snapshot.  


Tuesday, July 12, 2011


Print - $13 from Etsy.

Frame - $2 from Goodwill.

Paint - Undercoat left over from Pimp My Ride project.

The way it makes everyone SMILE when they go to the bathroom - 



Monday, July 11, 2011

Sunday Snapshot (on a Monday)

What a week.  School holidays are full on here.  I am exhausted.  But a good exhausted.

Sunday night, I like to sit down and reminisce about the week that was.  I take photos with my phone all week.  The Five Little Reasons love sitting down and looking through the snapshots!

I know I already told you we went to the Lifeline bookfest last Saturday, but went again on Monday when they had half price.

I thought it was cheap enough.

But they then ADDED 50% off.

We ended up getting about 50 books for $30.

I found the first 5 books of "The Babysitter Club".

Anyone else remember the series?

They are for Lucy.  Honestly!

Car Boot Tetris!

3 bikes, 3 scooters, a picnic blanket, and the pram.

I love my car!

I love this girl so very much!

Little boys were at kindy on Friday,
so I took Hayden, Lucy and Camille to the Planetarium.

I can't believe we have never been before.

AWESOME!  Highly recommend!

My favourite pair of jeans.


Camille and Oliver share a nice warm bath.

My heart melts!

A trip to Brisbane to see family,
and we decided to stop at South Bank on the way.  

A hot chip breadroll and cinnamon donuts
made for an easy and delicious picnic.

Brett taught Hayden to do push-ups.

Don't eat my baby, Dingo.

No?  Not funny?

Not even a little bit?

We spent 45 mins doing a quick run though the QLD Museum.

We parked our car in the side streets of South Brisbane.

To save $10 in parking.

'Cause I am stingy.

My kids imaginations are wild.

This is... "Ghost Skin".

Until Hayden told them it couldn't be,
because Ghosts are made of clouds.

Your turn.  Link me up with your Sunday Snapshots!

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