It's been so long that I have posted on this Blog, that I think that it may be time to shut it down. I don't think that anyone reads it anyway.
However.......
I would like to start Blogging again, but am in need of a fresh start.
You can find me at my new home here if you would like to see what I'm up to.
All too often though.
I'm sure that people have their reasons, but I just can't agree with them.
Annoying, but I'm sure that I'll live.
For years I have been reading all the mum's comments on their little darlings making them proud, and I am pleased to say that although my girls make me proud every day, I have had a real, puff out your chest, proud mummy moment.
Last week I was picking Ardyn up from preschool and have a couple of the staff pull me aside to make comment on how smart she is. I wasn't surprised by this, as I have always known that she was 'a little bit ahead' of others, but they started really stressing HOW SMART SHE IS, and that it is also a delight that she is so social. I was a little chuffed by that.
Then the next day one of the ballet mums rang me to tell me that our ballet teacher had made comment about how well behaved, respectful and talented my daughter was. And that over the last 20 years she has seen the behaviour of children deteriroate and how refreshing it was to teach such a girl.
Okay, now I was feeling really proud.
It wasn't until this morning when she got out a prereader (that she'd never even seen before) and started reading it to me. Now I completely understand that kids can memorise books if they are read them enough, but she had NEVER seen this book before. I had never seen this book before. It was really basic (The cat and the rat sat on the mat. The cat can see the rat in the hat.), but she read it to me. I felt my eyes well up.
I spoke to the staff at preschool a bit more in depth when I dropped her off, and it seems as though she is performing at the level of a child in early primary school. This kid turns 4 in two weeks.
And I have to stress that I am NO WAY the mum who drills my kids with flash cards, or corrects their grammar every 5 minutes. I believe in letting kids be kids, and if anything, use the TV as a babysitter FAR TOO MUCH, and encourage them to just run around and twirl outside like idiots. I do believe in books, books and more books, and they are everywhere in our house. But this is simply amazing me.
I just had to share my proud mummy moment. I am in shock. This is all happening too quickly. Where's my baby gone?
I should be doing some cleaning, or cooking, or something, but I find myself sitting here glued to the US Election commentaries. For the first time in my life, I have taken an interest in the US election. I remember at previous elections I've been like "George Who?" But today I find myself saying out loud "GO OBAMA!!!"
I think that Yanks need a change, and I really think that Obama is the man to stir up change over there. We'll see. I hope that the short-sightedness of many can be put aside for the greater good.
This position is one that come with GREAT responsibility, and to be honest I don't think that McCain will last (health-wise). Given that, I REALLY don't think that that silly chick Palin is the right woman to run the most powerful country in the world. Do you? I also think that votes for McCain aren't really votes for McCain - they are votes against Obama.
Oh well, that's just one little Aussie's opinion. Take of it what you will. But I'm allowed my opinion.
I am never in Sydney for this particular weekend, so I don't get a chance to attend the Papercrafts Festival. And I can't believe that I was actually here this year, and I forgot it was on!!! I just read someone's blog and it reminded me that it was on.
So sad.
But considering the state that I was in over the last few days, there is no way that I was driving out to Canterbury and then dealing with Bailey in the pram (on top of my woosy head).
Some other time, maybe.
Just as I thought that everything was going well, and that life was getting back to normal after the sickies........................it hit me.
Wednesday night.
Ick.
I knew what to expect, and ended up in bed asleep by about 9pm, knowing that there was a chance that I'd be up half the night. And I was.
Thursday I was thankful that Ardyn had Kindy and they had room for Bailey in daycare, as I just lay on the couch and drifted in and out of sleep all day. I felt exhausted, and at least now have an idea as to how the kids were feeling.
Other than making my family sick, my biggest concern about all of this was that we were all meant to hop in the car on Friday and drive for 8 hours to Bundalong to go waterskiing for the weekend. Sitting in a car for 8 hours was such a sickening thought to me - especially when being in the car for 8 minutes to pick the girls up was making me car sick.
So our trip was delayed to Saturday in the hope that I would feel better.
Then my trip was cancelled. No point complaining for 8 hours about being in the car, and then being a grump all weekend. And what if I made anyone else sick. It just wasn't worth it.
So Cal took Ardyn down, as she was so keen to go. She would have been devastated if we kept her home.
And I am still at home with Bailey.
I'm surprised at how long this feeling crap has lasted though. I think that the biggest factor is that I haven't really eaten since Wednesday. I have had 3 small meals in 3 days. And they haven't sat on my stomach too well. I have been thrying to drink a fair bit of water, as I was suffering from pretty bad headaches which I assume are from dehydration. They seem to have gone. But the thought of putting food into me makes me feel nauseas.
So that's about it. I'm home alone. Bored. No one to talk to. And feeling a bit sorry for myself.
My goal is to be bright and cheerful by the time Cal and Ardyn get home on Tuesday afternoon. So to start that, I need energy, which means that I have to eat. I might go and try to get some toast into me.
Later. xx
I blame Ardyn.
As I write this I am munching on a piece of home made carrot and walnut cake.
I find that baking is something we enjoy to do together. And of course we enjoy the outcome.
This icing is so yummy.
I have to stop eating what I make......but what fun is that???
Oh well. Love handles are sexy aren't they???
Well what a week we've had. Well, not really a week, but about 4 days.
Last Wednesday I ran into one of the mum's from Kindy who mentioned that her daughter had caught this bug......sudden onset fever..........blah blah.....violent vomiting......ick yuck.......didn't last long..........natter natter.........doc said it's going around. Just be aware.
On Thursday night Ardyn didn't eat dinner, got a sudden onset fever...................it was just a matter of time wasn't it?? It happened at about 10pm. And violent doesn't describe it. It just kept coming. And coming. And coming. And when there was nothing left she luft kept dry retching. Lovely.
Cal took her into our bed (he's game) and I slept in the spare room (aka Jeff's bed). Poor Cal, but good Ardyn. She woke him whenever she felt like she would hurl, so nothing in the bed, but poor Cal got very little sleep.
The next day she was pretty lethrgic, so it was good that it was just a day at home with no plans. Lying on the couch. Sleeping. Then.........in the afternoon I put Bailey down with a slight fever. Bugger!!! I had some girlfriends coming over that night, and canceled them. I didn't want them to take this home to their loved ones. I wasn't sure at that stage, but I didn't want to take any chances. Then she grumped and wouldn't eat her dinner (I'd seen this before). Off to bed with a slight fever, but nothing too bad. I wasn't going to hold my breath though, it was just a matter of time.
I heard the screams and when I looked at my clock it said 3:27am. Yuck! As soon as I opened her door the smell hit me and I knew what I was in for. Except this one was worse in the fact that she must have been lying down when she did it, and it was EVERYWHERE. Like through her hair and everywhere. Gotta love babies.
So I changed her and she went to Cal while I got her bed changed. She kept going while Cal had her, but nowhere near as bad as Ardyn. I left Cal to sleep and took her downstairs with me. I knew that she hadn't finished, and I didn't feel lliek changing beds again. So she lay in my lap on a towel while I watch the 3:30am episodes of Sex and the City. She kept going, and although I attempted to get her to sleep on me for a little, she wouldn't have a bar of it.
Once I was pretty sure that her tummy was empty, I put her back to bed. 5am I think it was. Around there. I was delerious, but unable to sleep.
The next day (yesterday) Ardyn was better, but still a bit funny. She nearly chucked in the morning, and did later in the afternoon. She just couldn't keep anything on her stomach. And Bailey didn't eat. She woke at 10am and had a watered down bottle, and that was pretty much it until another bottle at 6:30pm. I bathed her and couldn't get the stink out of her hair. So it continued............then they eventually went to bed, and the day came to an end.
I fell asleep on the couch at about 8:30pm, and can't really remember going to bed, but I know that I did. I next woke at about 7am when Arydn came in.
Today was another lazy day, and it was Bailey's turn to not eat, but Ardyn seems okay. Bailey has had some problems settling down tonight, but I think that she's okay.
I have done so many loads of laundry this weekend. I'm so glad that the weather was fine.
I'm sick of cleaning vomit.
Why is it that it's always the mum that gets to clean the vomit?
We baked AWESOME carrot and wanut cake.
I am off to have another piece.
I have a weakness for baked goods.
xx
I remember when I was pregnant with Bailey, and I was asked what star sign my baby would be. I had no idea, but when we worked out it was to be Leo, I had no idea what characteristics a Leo was meant to have. Whoever I was talking with (could have been mum) mentioned that Leo's are meant to be a bit self absorbed, and it's all about the hair.
Fast-forward a 18 months, and I watched Bailey walking around the house today with a hairbrush in one hand and a comb in the other, simultaneously brushing and combing her hair. Spewing I didn't have a camera handy (so unlike me).
This all lead me to look up what sort of characteristics a typical Leo is meant to display. This is what I found:
Leos, at their best, radiate warmth wherever they go, in such a way as to enhance the lives of those with whom they associate. This they do simply by being themselves rather than as the result of a conscious intention. The reputation that Leos have for being self-centred or egotistical has some reason for its existence, but at their best, Leos know that the appreciation of others is worthless unless it is a response to a genuine warmth exuding from them. The are high esteemed, honorable and very devoted to themselves in particular!
Leos are often drawn towards positions of responsibility as, being like the Sun at the centre of things, they are able to have a good overall picture.
Public image is very important to Leo, with luxurious possessions and ways of life, this keeps the public image in high standing. They will do whatever it takes to protect their own reputation. Leos are very generous, kind and openhearted people. If a Leo is crossed, they will strike back with force but they are not one to hold a grudge, they easily forgive, forget and move on. Leos are always trying to make things right in the world, they have larger then life emotions and they need to feel like they have accomplished something at the end of the day. They react to situations with action instead of sitting back and thinking about it, they are not impulsive however because they look at the future and consider consequences of their actions.
September was a quiet month, which was great. There was no travel, visitors, major events. The only out of the ordinary thing was that I went to scrap camp again.
Photos...................
July was a pretty quiet month. No travel for us (yay), but my friend Chris (and the boys) came to Sydney for the Magpies v Swans AFL match, and Chris hung around for an extra day to visit. I went to the game, and can honestly say that I don't remember much of it. I spent most of the time talking Dave's ear off (who me?!?!). Poor Bazza.
Cal flew to Melbourne for work and hung around to see the family at Riley's 3rd birthday.
Mother's group, movies, coffee catch-ups, kindy drop offs......same old, same old.
And pretty much the same for the first week of August. How boring are we?? Or are we just normal?
So here are some random photos from then.....
Then midway through August things started to happen. Miss Bailey took her first steps on the 15th, we flew to Melbourne to celebrate her 1st birthday with heaps of family and friends on the 17th. Then flew back to Sydney after 4 days to celebrate on the day with Gran and Pa. THEN 3 days later we were off to Mt Hotham for a ski holiday for a week. Busy busy.
First, Bailey's birthday. Only a couple...there are so many to choose from. These are from the morning of her actual birthday at home.
And a select few from Hotham. Ardyn took her first real ski lessons and LOVED it. I guess we'll be back next year.
And that took us to the end of August.
It's late, and I'm tired. I'll catch you up on the last couple of months tomorrow.
K xx
