So my beautiful brave boy didn't bat an eyelid at his jabs today. "My vaccinations didn't hurt, mama. Well, the second shot hurt a bit, but not much!" His sister, on the other hand, screamed the house down because a stranger (lovely nurse) was holding her (right next to me). Another day successfully juggled, negotiated and managed. Now to check whether 1772 has any significance - boy's falling asleep mutterings.
Saturday, 18 February 2017
"It was one of those March days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold: when it is summer in the light, and winter in the shade." Charles Dickens
Except it's February. A beautiful day, nonetheless. Kids now asleep and peace reigns again.
One year ago exactly, I was still in labour. In a few hours, we would be moving to an emergency c-section. I still remember the moment she was pulled out and I saw her little face and I thought, "Oh, another one!" By her second day, she'd started to take on the more delicate pointy features that distinguish her from her brother.
I remember those first few days in hospital, the heat of the ward, my naked nappied baby lying on my chest 24/7, sleeping, feeding, the multiple migraines on the third day heralding the arrival of my milk, the yummy hospital meals, especially the apple cake and soya custard, ooh and the custard creams - a healthy snack for a new mother!
I remember my son's shyness, confusion and very mild fear as he visited us, climbing carefully onto the bed with us for a snuggle. The contrast, now, to his rough, loving play with her.
I love how they are together: both running around the sofa at top speed before bedtime, both strong, wilful, independent, tough, laughing, playing, pushing, hugging, grabbing, funny, fun loving, loving. "They're both rather active..." says my tired mama!
My little girl, a year old in just a few hours, such a little person, yet such a strong character - knows her mind, bright, perceptive, socially aware, shouty, desperate to be a verbal part of our world already, funny, very very loving, affectionate. Happy birthday my beautiful baby. I'm so glad you joined our little family. 😍 😘
Thursday, 9 February 2017
What a great day! I found a whole heap of never worn socks at the back of my drawer AND my daughter only woke twice. I feel 7 years younger, though I have a horrid feeling this may be the calm before the storm because yesterday I spied a second molar trying to push through (and armed myself for the night by dosing her with ibuprofen and paracetamol). Still. At least I have some non-holey socks. 😀
Friday, 30 December 2016
Just watched Brooklyn (Netflix), a beautiful film about an Irish girl in the '50s who moves to New York. Resonated so strongly within me, the beauty and the fortune and the heartbreak of loving two places (or more), of having more than one home, the longing for the other home(s), the joy of saying hello again and the sadness of saying goodbye. I am a child of two cultures...my babies are children of three...my family of origin, now, of six...
Wednesday, 21 December 2016
Fun car journey this morning.
Toddler (mostly answered by me in the mini breaths between questions): "Why you hitting the brakes? And why now? And why slowing down now? And why are you indicating? And why did that car in front indicate? And why you hitting the brakes again? Mama, don't forget to indicate! Mama, slow down! Mama, go faster! Mama, beep that car, he's in the way! Why you hitting the brakes again?? Go faster, mama! And why didn't he indicate? Beep him, mama!"
Tuesday, 20 December 2016
Two migraines in two days. Out of drugs, so taking the kids' drugs! Getting all bad things out of the way before Xmas. Blinding headache but at least I can see. Dreamed I had a migraine again (and woke up with it) and in my dream I couldn't see properly but had to find every one of my son's (50 odd) toy cars hidden away in an extremely elaborate street scene, winding its way under tables and behind cupboards. A really difficult thing when half your vision is obscured by bright and shiny flashing lights! 😂
Friday, 16 December 2016
I do it because I remember desperately wanting this as a child. And because my kids love it. And because my eldest will tell me his fears and worries as his mind starts to relax and opens up (though it's rare I get the chance to get the big one to sleep these days). And because they cry if I don't and I hate the idea that crying is the last thing they'd do before falling asleep. We're always told not to go to bed angry, and I feel it's the same, for my kids, not going to sleep sad or lonely. I do it because it works very well for us. 💖
Wednesday, 14 December 2016
Beautiful multistorey roof parking. And so much space. Loving our new double buggy. Gorgeous walk in the park this morning. Fun at little gym with the kids. Cuddles on the sofa. Super helpful and funny toddler helped clear the table, did some dish washing, tidied his toys away and washed and chopped the mushrooms for our fajitas and extras for the freezer. Baby girl helped tidy toys too. Much to be grateful for today. 😍
Thursday, 8 December 2016
Successes of the week: boy had one full dry day (woo hoo!), he loved his gymnastics class and he loved his new nursery; and girlie can now climb a flight of steps, take 4-5 steps alone, make it through from 5.30am to 3pm without a nap and apparently post videos of herself eating kale on Facebook. 😂