every cloud has a silver lining

Last week in the world of Miss T was disastrous. There is no other way to describe the chaos that arrived at our doorstep. Hubby overseas for work, me pregnant and exhausted, Miss T sick- unable to drink, eat or suck her beloved dummy which equated to Miss T being unable to sleep for longer than 30 minutes at a time…the worst of the nights she clocked naps at 7.30-8.00, 10.00-10.30, 12.30-1.00, 4.30-5.00. Yep disaster.

I know chaos arrives at every doorstep from time to time but my goodness it doesn’t make it any easier. We made it through of course (with the help of amazing family and friends) and we are back to domestic bliss...or our variation of...with a healthy bubba, slightly more rested mumma and a present dadda. Miss T had her first play with one of her best buddies yesterday which injected us both with a whole lot of positive energy and in turn my optimism is peaking. Yes last week was disastrous but the silver lining...every cloud has one right... is that my dummy obsessed bubba was so betrayed by her sore mouth and sickness that she lost her relationship with her beloved. Miss T no longer searches for her dummy or needs it to sleep and her baby obsession is over. This can only be a good thing, a new found independence but I have also found myself from time to time feeling a little sad for her. She said goodbye to a special friend in the most abrupt manner and I also suspect said goodbye to babyhood forever.

The timing is uncanny as Miss T’s mumma (ok ME) is also saying goodbye to an era…my 20’s. As I hit the BIG 30 I feel incredibly grateful for the wonderful family and friends I have, for the fabulous husband and family we are building, for the chaos and bliss that is Miss T, for the amazing new friends I have made since embarking into motherhood, and for the blessed life we live (these are all my silver lining's)….but I do still feel a little pang of panic…Will I blink and wake up age 40, 50 or 60 and consequently Miss T 11, 21, 31? Am I saying goodbye to my bubba Miss T and hello to toddler Miss T and what else will change for me in my 30's...

Miss T with her beloved's back in the day...I couldn't help but revisit this photo.

playing with one of her besties

Little toddlers x

 

party in my tummy

We are whole heartily embracing what can only be called Miss T’s new obsession…the IPAD and more specifically the teletubbies (that smiling sun baby is genius) and Yo Gabba Gabba…I officially don’t care that we may have a fight on our hands when she is 5, 10 or 15 and won’t put the damn thing down but until then the IPAD is creating a happy bubba and therefore a happy mumma…happy daddy and happy Popo.

The wonders of technology are allowing a much more peaceful breakfast time and the occasional successful coffee in public. She loves watching her smiling sun baby while munching on toast and on two occasions so far we have actually sat for a coffee for over 20 minutes…unheard of for the last well, 16 months of our lives…Yes we sip our coffee to ‘there’s a party in my tummy, a party in my tummy, a party in my tummy'... or to the catch phrase ‘babies are awesome!’ from one of her favourite episodes, but hey you can’t have everything.

 

 

I am quietly hoping I am not the only one though and I look forward to hearing of your 'guilty pleasure'?

latest obsession

I thought you would all be thrilled to know that Miss T is no longer obsessed with my coffee cups...Ok so maybe it is only me who is thrilled but anyway...phew you say, well yes sort of...now she is beyond obsessed with stirring our coffees with a spoon. It has got more complicated it seems... And our girl is no silly billy, she isn't interested in her own cup, or the same cup as ours with water. No she wants to stir our hot coffee's that we so desperately need to drink. Gee it's hard work creating a human. I actually went without my usual sugar this morning (serious sacrifice!) to try and deflect my little miss stirrer. Maybe Miss T is doing me a favour, I'm sure I don't really need that sugar. No that isn't true, I desperately need that teaspoon of sugar like I need my caffeine hit. It all makes me wonder though- what next? Experienced parents I'd love your insight?

On a side note- I don't think Miss T's amber beads are doing their job very well.We are having a super unsettled week, I am almost getting used to moving to my second bed (manky mattress on the floor) for our nightly battles...I mean cuddles.Yes they may not be doing their job as Miss T chucked them behind the couch a good 3 weeks ago and I have on most days thought of them but am yet to retrieve them...bad mum!

Miss T practicing her stirring all day long

a photo a day

This morning I thought I could tell you all about our two horrendous nights over the weekend in sweltering hot 35+ degrees- where the whole family (mumma, dadda, Miss T and occasionally Apollo) slept on a since mattress on the floor of Miss T's room trying to find some relief from the portable aircon purchased in a frenzy...serious chaos that included finding Miss T sleeping no longer on the mattress but on the carpeted floor under her cot?! ( bad mumma!!!)  but I sort of feel like I want to dwell on the good and steer away from the bad. Maybe because the kid finally slept last night (I seriously had myself convinced she had completely forgotten how to sleep) or maybe because is no longer 35+ degrees or maybe because I really don't want you to think I am a bad mumma...

so instead I am going to tell you about a little challenge Miss T and I are participating in for the last month of 2012. I thought it would be nice to document the end of Miss T's first year and I saw this idea on a fab blog I follow (bumpyroadtobubba)...so our challenge is a photo a day for the month of December. We may continue it until January the 5th as this will take us to the beginning of Miss T's second year (seriously unbelievable!). Here's a sneak peak of day 1. Miss T's puppy love is not restricted to Apollo it seems...

Day 1- 'Puppy Love' (14 year old Bali was not so fussed on the attention from Miss T)

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.

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!