Our cheeky girl babe or, as the toddler likes to call her – “Miss Poo Poo Bum Bum”, is ten and a half months old now. Can you believe it? I cannot. I mean, I lived it, but I cannot actually believe any of it. My oh my how time flies when you are exhausted and chasing a crawling baby and a very fast mini person all over the house. (more…)
This is the second part of our Awesome Foursome Family Holidays Mini Series… Did you read Part 1 yet? If not, read it HERE before diving in to the below! xx Day 4. Tuesday. We woke up at 5am today. Sob. Sah tired. A friend had recommended that we go and visit a nearby bakery – Bam Bam Bakehouse so we could try their “EPIC pastries”. As soon as I heard the word pastry, I was literally running towards the place ready to stress eat away my troubles. Again the kids were terrifying loud, and tossing things all over the place, but we somehow managed to enjoy our breakfast and bought some of those epic pastries to scoff on the way out. They were insanely good. And if you go to Broadbeach, or Surfers Paradise, then I recommend going to check them out – the lunch/breakfast food on offer in the restaurant is great but the pastries – the pastries really are EPIC! While the baby was asleep, the hairy husband and the mini man spent an hour or two in the hotel pool. I was thrilled because we were on the 6th floor, so I could just peer over ...
So, we recently (and madly) uprooted the kids and flew to the old Gold Coast for a family holiday. We had decided that we were sick of being cold, and that we needed some immediate sunshine on our heads, some sand up our cracks, and some nights of non-sleeping. Well, except for that bit, sigh. We probably could have done without that bit. That bit was shit. However this is how the holiday went. (more…)
I know this may sound strange. But I still grieve for my labours. Both of them. Sometimes I lie there awake at night and think about them. I dream about them. I long for things to have gone differently. But they didn’t. They just didn’t. (more…)
Wowsa! 8 months old, and my hairless wonder baby is basically an adult. Bloody hell. (more…)
I remember the days before my toddler learned to talk. Do you? (more…)
Seven Months Old. Already? The baby is seven months old AL-FREAKING READY??!! I know, I know, I say this every month but SHE WAS JUST BLOODY BORN! I haven’t had a single second to scratch my bum or pick my nose since she got here, I swear! (more…)
My baby hit 6 months and boy oh stinking boy pants, have things changed. (more…)
Oh hey there my five month old baby girl!! Are you getting cheeky now my little bald-headed angel? Am I starting to sense some sass going on in that sweet baby head of yours? Five months in … I mean, is that too early to see potential sass?? (more…)
Eat. Play. Sleep. Repeat. That is my life now, right there in that sentence. It’s like Groundhog day over and over again (read about my Groundhog experience with my firstborn son here). And don’t get me wrong, I love it, but I forgot just how monotonous having a baby can be. Monotonous Monotonous Monotonous. Someone get me out of the house Monotonous. (more…)
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