sparkle

Some days just seem to have a little sparkle about them. I mean today is actually quite gloomy outside but everything seems to be shiny in Miss T and my world. This morning Miss T was reunited with her beloved Lambie thanks to our lovely local courier man- who clearly knows us to well?! - as he ran after the hubby to give him the package when he saw him driving off for work. Seriously cute! It was as though he knew these were special. The hubby called me to run out and collect the multiple lambies and I was like a kid on christmas morning. So excited.

After Miss T and Lambie were reunited we headed to see my Nana Bub, Miss T's great grandma. As their hands locked and eyes sparkled at eachother I thought, how incredible that two woman separated by 84 years of life could link and unite so perfectly. It was as though Miss T (like the courier man) instinctly knew that this was a very special moment for both me and Nana. I shouldn't sugar coat the whole day- we did have to leave somewhat hastily when Miss T decided to have a 'wee' tantrum, non the less it was sparkly morning... So Miss T and I headed to the shops for lunch (which were p.s slight chaos and its not even december). Miss T spilt my coffee while I inhaled my food and after lunch as we descended into the toy shops Miss T was a little sad (putting that mildly !!!) she couldn't have ever toy in the store. I on the other hand was thrilled to buy Miss T her first christmas present. I thought Miss T will never really know how special this moment was for me...yes Christmas chaos, tantrums and the shops and I was thinking I always wanted a little bubba and now I had one and here we are about to spend our first Christmas together. See its all sparkles.

As I am finishing up this post Miss T is in her cot chatting away with Lambie- catching up on news I presume- rather than sleeping. On a less sparkly day I would find this frustrating but today I find myself sitting on the couch with a cup of hot tea thinking, oh how gorgeous! So Miss T's sparkle is Lambie, My sparkle is visiting my nana and buying Miss T her first ever christmas present and Nana's sparkle is seeing Miss T. What a nice little circle. I would love to hear what your sparkle is on this day?

I lost lambie

Yep I lost lambie and it is not the first time...Lambie is Miss T's plush lamb with gorgeous long ears, snow white fur and lovely vintage detailed ears and Lambie is her sleeping buddy..just gorseous is Lambie and now she is gone.

As I know my hubby is an active viewer of my blog (yes bless him for his support) I will not disclose exactly how many lambie's there have been. Lets just say there have been a few. A few bunnies and lambie's in fact and I am starting to wonder when the 'Mumma' gene is going to kick in that makes me supper efficient in collecting all of Miss T's items? Every mum I know seems to have this gift, well except me. Unfortunately when I delivered Miss T I simply did not aquire new found cooking, cleaning, organisational skills. I delivered Miss T and I was still just me.

So now we have no lambie. Luckily for me Miss T is at a point where she can easily go to sleep without her Lambie (mainly because her obsession with her dummies overiddes all) but Lambie is the first friend she likes to say hi to in the morning, so the guilt I feel at the moment as a mumma is huge. When we walk into her room first thing every morning we see Miss T searching busily for her little pal and with a sparkle in her eye she looks at us and excepts us to produce Lambie from her clever little hiding place. We are going to have to endure a few more mornings of dissappointement for poor Miss T until Lambie number??? arrives at our door step. So as I am yet to develop this mumma gene I so desparately wish for, I have instead invested in a bank of  lambie's that will hide in Miss T's chest of draws...I will never again let Miss T go Lambie free, I vow this as her mumma.

self inflicted disaster

Last night was an official self inflicted disaster...and I mean disaster. Poor Miss T seemed to be having night terrors that kept waking her up. The poor cherub was waking from her slumber in absolute hysterics. After we resettled a few times...ok after we resettled ONCE being the smart Mumma that I am I thought, I just want to cuddle my little monkey. (because clearly it is all about me!) so I picked her up and brought her to the lounge room. The lounge room with all her favourites, Daddy, Apollo and the TV. Yes what was I thinking??? This wasn't what she needed...this was that I needed. I snuggled into her soft little face with her tiny arm wrapped tightly around my neck and I loved it. As insane as it is I have been missing our night time affairs. I'm pretty sure I told the hubby that I wished I could boot him out of the bed and snuggle with my girl all night. Be careful what you wish for!!! While I saw an opportunity for cuddles the hubby saw playtime... In his defence he hadn't seen her since 9am that morning so with one little ' hi my little girl' it was on!

Fast forward to 2am and Miss T is still partying hard and the hubby is fast asleep of course! Nothing I do will make her sleep. She isn't upset, in fact she is singing and chatting the night away while I am equally cursing myself for taking her out of that bedroom and the hubby for revving her up. I wanted to laugh and cry at the same time as in the dark of the night valuable sleep was being lost while Miss T had a great time pinching my nose and giggling. Miss T must have entered sleep not much longer after this, her little body planted by my side for the rest of the night. We woke to the sound of birds singing in the morning and she seemed pleasantly rested.

If I ever try to give you baby advise, please gently remind me that I have no idea. Disaster.


Morning mumma, good sleep?

Busy busy busy

While Miss T and I wait for the news of a dear friend who will be giving birth any day now I can't help but notice that something has changed. My beautiful girlfriend is about to start the mumma journey with a brand spanking new bubba and something has happened to my bubba. She has been replaced with this busy individual who I see going about her daily business. I've become somewhat of an observer. She has her schedule and she is sticking to it. Let me tell you she does not stop!

In my peripheral I see her walking, kissing (practically anything…lounge, dog, lambie, phone, they are all the same to Miss T and all deserving of a kiss), collecting, sorting, arranging...even answering the phone (which phone you ask…my phone, her play phone, lambie acting as a phone...let’s not worry about the details) with this cute little 'eeoo' which matches the tone of my own 'hello'. It looks like we are starting our next little chapter and I for one am not sure I am ready. I even got excited when she woke last night. I thought, Oh yay I can cuddle her like old times. It was lovely and cuddly but the 10 kg that is Miss T started to get just a little exhausting. I am pretty sure a newborn never felt so heavy.

I'm stoked but also slightly devastated that my little baby is growing up. As irrational as it is, I still would like to wrap her up and put her back in my belly where she belongs. But instead I have to endure her almost teenage like maturity. Miss T is so busy these days I am hoping a visit to the hospital to meet the new bubba will fit in with her schedule. I will have to wait and see…

the apple of her eye

There is no doubt about it, Apollo is the apple of Miss T’s eye and I say he deserves it. This poor boy didn't know what had hit him when we arrived home with our new tiny buddle of joy. And for last 10 months he has endured a heap of crying, many disturbed nights, a fair amount of prodding and poking and he lost his place in our bed…. He has had to learn to share his mumma (I do get occasion looks of jealousy that break my heart) and although he is still loved unconditionally the reality of Miss T has meant just a little bit less time for Apollo and a decrease in walks by…lets say 20%. And he has had no say in the matter. Like I said, he deserves it.

I must admit we were totally cool, calm and collected about introducing our teeny tiny new bubba to our 20 kilo+ big baby Apollo...that was until we arrived home. If you are a parent I am sure you know the feeling when you hop into the car on the way home from the hospital or the first time you arrive home and you think OH MY GOSH it is just us!!! It is almost laughable it is so crazy. No nurses, no buzzer, no friendly little man bringing tea around every half hour (I still miss this)...When we walked through the door I was almost frozen with fear and honestly thought how it this going to work….Well let me tell you it did. And it does swimmingly every single day.

My two little monkeys have become the best of friends and have already started working as a cheeky little team. It’s Miss T and Apollo against the world…or mumma rather. Apollo still gets the majority of the open mouth kisses, they are obsessed, I can’t stop them! They play ball with his disgusting rubber ball that makes me want to barf...again they won’t stop. It appears Miss T’s love is even more unconditional as she almost likes the doggy slobber…

Miss T has been feeding him from her high chair whenever she gets the chance but now they have stepped it up and she sneakily passes food below the tray, they both think they have mum fooled on this one! And now it looks like Miss T is starting to show an interest in taking on the duties of dog walker. Poor Apollo is chased around the house with Miss T trying desperately to get his collar on his neck and although she is making incredible progress with her walking (we are up to 8 steps at a time…too cute) I fear that it will be some time before she will be able to reward Apollo with the outcome he expects. But almost as though they are already scheming I can’t bare to leave him waiting for his walk so we inevitably all head out for a leisurely stroll. Your apple thanks you Miss T.

coffee with a side of construction

Miss T and I headed out for a coffee this morning. For once (well lately anyway) we had a lovely time. Ok that sounds terrible...many of our coffee dates are lovely but this particular one was without a tantrum as my weak skim latte arrived at the table and she was particularly happy and content sitting by my side. The sun was shining, the birds were singing and the bulldozers were bulldozing?! Yes that's right! We enjoyed our coffee with a side of construction. Almost in unison we sat and they commenced excavation. And Miss T loved it. It made me laugh out loud and Miss T following her recently acquired social cues also laughed. So it was coffee, construction and laughter on this friday morning. Never in my wildest dreams would I have believed that I could actually enjoy a coffee accompanied by the chaos of a construction site. Never would I have believed that I could in fact love this coffee and that I would feel so calm and satisfied to have managed such a smooth experience on this particular morning...they can't say becoming a mum doesn't change you!

our obsession

Miss T's latest obsession and I mean OBSESSION is my take away coffee cups. This fixation has only appeared in the last few weeks. When I think about it this was bound to happen and Miss T really isn’t to blame. Since her birth Miss T has witnessed me drink a minimum of 2 coffees a day...by my calculations that's (I'm averaging here!) around 60 a month or at least 600 since she was born. Ok now I'm a little embarrassed... Not that I need to justify myself but it is my vice and I might remind you Miss T took 9 months to actually sleep…Anyway it is what it is. Perhaps next year I should try to cap my obsession to one a day... So anyway Miss T is obsessed and quite clearly I am also (so who am I to judge) but her little meltdowns are getting the better of me. I have been trying all sorts of tactics to deter the tantrums that are to follow, I have even been going to the lengths of washing my previous days coffee cup ready to give to her as I order mine. This has even failed. Why? Well because yesterday the cup was green and today it's maroon or white or black. This morning the hubby suggested that I collect a cup from each of my locals so that I have the full collection ready in my hand bag. At least I can sleep at night knowing my little lady is getting very good with her categorising of colours and shapes...Maroon and white cup featuring a very Florence Broadhurst inspired design today Miss T? No problem, I've got it!

P.S talk about coffee cups getting fancy! And if you can name the coffee brand of the cup described above then perhaps you are also obsessed!

nighttime swim

This is the third time I have done this. Run out of nappies entirely...well other than her swimming nappies recently bought for her first trip to the pool. Appropriate for bedtime? I mean I guess they would work functionally but I wonder about comfort for my little monkey. I know what you are thinking. Don’t I notice the nappy supply going down…No not really, one minute the basket is full then next minute I am thinking 'oh crap we are out of nappies'. Why don't I buy them online and in bulk? Firstly this would require thought and secondly the space to store a large quantity of nappies. Yes occasionally I am heading to the supermarket or chemist and think to myself, 'I wonder if we need nappies' but unfortunately this thought is almost always intercepted by 'Oh actually I might grab another takeaway coffee' or 'Oh how super cute are the new bonds leggings, better buy a pair’.

On the previous two occasions the hubby saved the day stopping by the local supermarket on his way home from work, probably also thinking, doesn’t she notice the nappy supply going down??? This time it was me arriving home at about 6pm from yet another ‘hens’ celebration. The first thing I heard as I opened our gate was ‘babe, have we run out of nappies?’ and the first thing I saw was Miss T and her cute little botbot playing on the floor. Hopefully Miss T will never have to go to bed in her swimming nappy...



Miss T's first trip to the pool,
Swimming nappy in correct habitat