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 …
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 our Mountain Buggy and the freedom it gives me. I know that sounds silly, I mean I have a CAR after all, but being able to get out the door and exercise in a moments notice does me more good than shopping and happy pills combined! It’s a wonderous thing; fresh air and rediscovering muscles that had turned to jelly over the past 10 months. I stopped at the Four Square on the way home from our walk today and the lovely owner commented that it was a shame I had gotten caught in the rain. I must have hesitated in my reply as she looked at me and said “I guess it doesn’t really matter though does it?”. She could tell that I was so happy to be outside that I could care less about the rain! Thanks to Abby and Vicki for my awesome storm cover, Nixie stayed warm, dry and asleep the whole time x
Loving the spring-y-ness that has been popping up in the neighborhood. Our cars are now dusted in yellow pollen, the magnolias are blooming and everyone is getting excited about the return of warmer weather. A new baby brings lots of visitors and some bring spring flowers – Thanks Judy for these gorgeous daffodils and tulips x
Loving new traditions that sneak into family life. Ever since we brought Nixon home from the hospital, Sunday night has become fish dinner night in our house. Dave has perfected shrimp risotto and serves it with whatever fish takes his eye that day at the supermarket. It’s a divine meal, inexpensive and healthy and I look forward to it every week.
I love seeing Dave with his boys and at the moment Nixon is his wee mini-me. It’s early days yet, but that baby is the spitting image of his daddy – I’m crossing my fingers Dave has passed on his lovely, chilled out temperament as well as his large head!
My awesome Nana turned 83 this week. Ethan, Nixon and I loved that we could have lunch with her and one of my cousins on Sunday. She is such an amazing lady {who is quite besotted with her 11th great grandchild!}, we love you heaps Nana!
Finally I’m loving that this wee man is over the tummy bug that was hurting him so much earlier in the week. We had a rough couple of days, the worst so far. He spent the days crying and most definitely not sleeping at all. I was so ready for some help at the end of the day when my Mum and Dave would return home. But we have survived and I keep reminding myself that he will only be 6 weeks old for a mere 7 days! It’s quite bittersweet when you think of it like that isn’t it?
PS Nixon stayed asleep the whole time I was writing this!!!!! Mama’s winning at last.
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 …
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 …
E has been limping around the house, limping around the rugby field and walking on his tip-toes for about 6 weeks now.
As he has some pretty brilliant melodramatic tendencies we just assumed his complaints were to be taken with a grain of salt. That his odd gait was something that had become a bad habit needing to be broken. The arrival of Nixon pushed the issue a little further from my “immediate action” radar and so we did nothing.
Until last week when he asked me every day when he was going to the foot doctor. Physio confirmed there was a problem with the growth plates in his heel causing him so much pain that he had been compensating by walking on the edge of his foot and on his toes, resulting in a secondary tendon injury.
Can anyone measure how shit I feel right now? Poor guy. He has thrashed his little body this winter, rugby training twice a week, game on Saturday, swimming lessons, barefoot rugby every day at school {I am sure this has done it’s fair share of damage}, plus rugby in the yard every fine afternoon after school. He is now not just filthy, but filthy and injured and unable to play in the Reps rugby tournament he had been selected for. He attests that the worst part is he has to wear shoes now. Oh the inhumanity!
I have fully learned my lesson. E has always been such a bullet-proof kid but I can’t take that for granted anymore; when you’re built like a WWF wrestler you play hard, fall hard and are hard on your body. Injuries are going to happen and Dave and I need to be sure we give him the benefit of the doubt when it comes to aches and plains.
Have you ever disregarded one of your kids myriad niggles? Never again I say!
My beautiful baldy baby is now four weeks old. Unbelievable. Though some days/nights have been long the weeks have flown by. The simple fact that we somehow have an 8yo (!!!) reminds me that the years slip away just as quickly as these early weeks …