…………….go to bed, it’s 10.05pm on Sunday night, everyone else is asleep, but, EVERYONE ELSE IS ASLEEP! EVEN THE BABY! Too good to waste. …………….do at least 100 sit-ups, easy baby weight is long gone, the rest is going to be hard work. Sigh. …………….finish …
Mum’s hand-me-downs rule, especially when they are this seasons Country Rd trackies! She said they make her butt look big (not true) but mine actually is big so no problem here! You can’t go past Twitter for on-the-spot nutritional advice; I shaved my legs this …
As I listened with sadness and horror yesterday at yet another tale of a family we know torn apart by infidelity, drugs and lies I was reminded of the wise words of Biggy Smalls “the more money we come across the more problems we see”;
A man before his time, RIP Biggie.
Anyway, my point is this, you can be happy eating beans on toast if you are together as a family, It’s pretty hard to be happy eating beans on toast because your husband spent all the money on P and hookers.
I look back at the ten years Dave and I have been together and some of my fondest memories are of times when we were as poor as church mice. When I first moved to California from Florida I had no wheels and a sweet {but poorly paid} cash job earning $10 an hour. Luckily I was a smart girl and saw a cutie blue scooter at the local car lot for $300 and sweet talked them into letting me finance it! That’s right. I had payments on a $300 scooter. But I was mobile and as Dave didn’t have a car either we tandemed on the scooter all over So-Cal. It was awesome and it cost $2.15 to fill the tank. When we found out I was preggers with E we were flatting and we {still} owned nothing. we didn’t even have a cutlery set or any plates we could call our own. But we worked hard and saved hard for 9 months and by the time E arrived we were still living a block from the beach and had our first apartment furnished with everything a little family could need.
Dave has always maintained that if money is the only thing you have to argue about, then you are doing pretty good. I’m not down-playing the huge stress financial worries can inflict upon a couple, but if your family is all healthy, you can manage to keep the roof over your heads and flour in the pantry for a batch of scones you can find some inkling of happiness everyday. When we first moved back to NZ the cost of living was so high compared to what we were used to and our one measly wage was Dave’s apprentice rates, we had the grand total of $25 per week leftover after expenses – this was in the days when we were only paying $280 a week in rent!
Keep your family close and be grateful for what you have, just stay away from the P and hookers peeps!
While #2 has been checking all of the required baby boxes lately,#1 has been quietly doing his thing as well. I wish I could say things have been plain sailing recently but life’s not that perfect. I think I’ve said it before but Ethan’s 8th …
I realised two things last night as I turned off the lamp on my bedside table and snuggled down to go to sleep. 1. I was so very, very tired. 2. I was falling asleep with a smile on my face. It was just there …
When Dee (who is the amaze creative behind Tiny Eyes Dolls first posted the sketch of the Little Lion Boy I knew he had to be mine Nixon’s. As the auction for the collaboration dolls drew to a close I was at my Nana’s enjoying a birthday lunch. Nana has dial-up so I had to rely on my phone to win the auction via Facebook comments. Stressy!
Luckily buying stuff is totally my jam and the gorgeous Lion Boy arrived yesterday. We love him!
The details are perfection, he is WAY bigger than I anticipated and will be loved in this family for a long time.
It’s Monday morning, 9am. I have just brushed bagel crumbs out of my boobs (breastfeeding + breakfast) and extricated myself from the bed like a contortionist so as not to wake the mythical miracle aka sleeping bebe. Did I mention he is sleeping on his …
It has been SO long since I have written a T.I.L post {Hi Meg!} but in celebration of – hopefully – putting the baby-who-does-not-nap down for a sleep, I will type like a bat outta hell and try to actually finish a post. So loving …
I spied these gorgeous wheelie boxes on Lee Ann Yare’s Facebook page when I was in hospital after having Nixon. This one matched the quilts in his nursery just too perfectly and Brooke from Move Ur Art was lovely enough to drop it off at the hospital for me! Childbirth doesn’t mean you have to take a break from shopping lol.
These boxes are super sturdy, constructed of thick natural coloured ply with heavy casters – I am so happy with the quality, plus it’s just the perfect size for a little man’s toy box. Custom sizes are available, with or without lids.
Contact: Brooke Adams, moveurart@hotmail.com 0274422667
Last week as parents around the world celebrated breast feeding and attended Big Latch On events, we found ourselves firmly back in breast feeding mode after a break of eight years. To be honest, it wasnt going well. Just like everything to do with Ethan’s …