Am I a terrible mother for laughing histerically at my 2 year old while she was being chased by a rat?
Deano is away tomorrow ( we have been waiting 2 years for him to get this job now he is finally off, I can hardly believe it!) So we thought we would go to the flying fox park in Baldivis and have a picnic. So Mat and Ali were going hard on the flying fox and I was playing follow the leader with Jaimiee ( guess who was the leader... NOT ME!) anyway this little hand bag dog/rat came skittering over it was only about 2 inchs' high.
WELL!!! you would think a ROTwheeler had come to eat her up the way she quickly grabbed my legs hugging them like her life depended on it, and hid behind me. I bent over to give it a pat and
was trying to encourage her to come and give her a pat, she had a lovely pink collar on and was nice and soft to touch. But nothing I could say was going to loosen that grip she had on that lard she was holding onto!
In the end Jaimiee took her chance, let go, and SPRINTED like she was going for the Olympic Gold. Well that was all the little rat wanted and it was OFF like a shot after her.
I saw the dog/rat owner, a lady in some fancy gym gear, come running after it as I also tried running after Jaimiee. At this point I had an image in my head of this being like a page in a hairy Mclary book!
I have to admit I was also a bit slow off the mark because it was also at this point that I dissolved into hysterics just at how ridiculous this was, which makes running not so easy.
Jaimiee eventually got down on the ground and curled up like a turtle, and I caught up to her, along with the fancy gym clothed lady, who was most apologetic. As I picked my little turtle off the ground I know that I should have been cross, because of 'what might have been' and the rat/dog was suppose to have been on a leash, there were signs everywhere stating that ( maybe RATS have an exemption!) but I honestly was laughing uncontrollably by this stage trying desparatly not to, as I didn't want Jaimiee to see me hysterical when she was frightened out of her mind by something that only came up to her ankles!
Later when we talked about it, I suggested that perhaps we could get a cat, for a pet but from the reaction I got I think she would have the same reaction, she is also scared of flys,ants,... and water on her head!
Perhaps I should start saving for therapy sessions for her now!
Thursday, 12 April 2012
Wednesday, 28 March 2012
Lots to learn. Precious times
I always think of children (especially babies!) learning from us, or it's surroundings. But it is interesting how much we can actually learn from them. Anaiah is learning to crawl( all 5 months of her!). Day after day she gets up on all fours and rocks and collapses on her tummy, sometimes she has a bit of a grizzle but she always gets on up and tries again. I learned this saying from this CD I was listening to ( I can't remember the guys name, Glen someone) and I have passed it on to our other kids, and I love it when I hear them say "PICK YOURSELF UP, DUST YOURSELF OFF, AND TRY AGAIN".
Anaiah knows nothing about fear or failing.So she will be crawling in no time because she hasn't got anything holding her back.
If only we could leave our fear of failing behind us, we too would achieve want we would like to as well. Sometimes we don't even consciously know that it is that fear that is holding us back.Where does that fear come from anyway? Is it something that gently creeps in after years and years of subtle (or not so) setbacks until eventually we stop ourselves from even giving stuff a go?
It has inspired me to get over my fear of writing blogs. I don't even know what I am fearful of! Isn't that silly? Fear of rejection rejection and failing? rejection of what though and what can I fail?
So I am going to get over my silliness and write more often.
Sometimes it is time as well though.Today I am having a home day, my girls are so tired. Alice my big 4 year old, wanted me to lie with her while she went to sleep. I kept putting her off, for about an hour! while I "Just did this job and JUST did that job"In the end I did go and lie down with her. I got sick of her getting up! But I thought WOW actually this is so special lying here with my beautiful baby. She is 4 already and time goes by so fast. There will always be ironing to do and washing to put away.....but there wont always be a precious 4 year old to cuddle up to and comfort to sleep.
Precious times. Always learning.
xx
Anaiah knows nothing about fear or failing.So she will be crawling in no time because she hasn't got anything holding her back.
If only we could leave our fear of failing behind us, we too would achieve want we would like to as well. Sometimes we don't even consciously know that it is that fear that is holding us back.Where does that fear come from anyway? Is it something that gently creeps in after years and years of subtle (or not so) setbacks until eventually we stop ourselves from even giving stuff a go?
It has inspired me to get over my fear of writing blogs. I don't even know what I am fearful of! Isn't that silly? Fear of rejection rejection and failing? rejection of what though and what can I fail?
So I am going to get over my silliness and write more often.
Sometimes it is time as well though.Today I am having a home day, my girls are so tired. Alice my big 4 year old, wanted me to lie with her while she went to sleep. I kept putting her off, for about an hour! while I "Just did this job and JUST did that job"In the end I did go and lie down with her. I got sick of her getting up! But I thought WOW actually this is so special lying here with my beautiful baby. She is 4 already and time goes by so fast. There will always be ironing to do and washing to put away.....but there wont always be a precious 4 year old to cuddle up to and comfort to sleep.
Precious times. Always learning.
xx
Friday, 2 March 2012
Everyone need a Sarah
Everyone needs a Sarah
Well It is almost midnight. Dean is home tomorrow after being away a month.. that is ALL of Mollys life! That is ALSO aLOT of unbroken sleep... I hope he is ready to come home cause it aint no holiday!
I am ticking off my To Do list.... house clean and tidy... well it is at the moment, the kids are asleep!
Sheets clean and on the bed... check
Food in the cupboard... Yes.. only JUST!
My poor children would suffer terribly if it wasn't for a number of AMAZING people I have around me propping me up, and if any one of them went away I would flat on my face I am SURE of that. Take today for example... I went to Make Matties lunch this morning ( which, I always make at night usually) and realised Oh hang on, No bread. OK No worries well Rice crackers are good, Oh hang ON.. no butter, or peanut butter, OR Jam OR marmite OR honey OR anything else to put on them for that matter!.. Or nothing else in the fridge suitable for school lunch.OK. OH Dear what shall I do? As I was pushing him out the door, I was thinking, Well maybe he didn't eat all his Lunch from yesterday... that way atleast he'll have something in his lunchbox to eat!
Well the wheels were falling off all around me this morning. That baby was all unsettled I couldn't put her down...It was JUST one of those mornings that I couldn't even be late for school as they had swimming first thing, and they had to catch a bus that went as the bell rang... AHHH So I left the washing in the machine, spilt milo on the table the floor unswept...... I was thinking of my friend Kim who has 5 kids and wondering what Her life must be like getting her kids out the door in the morning! Well Funnily enough after I got Matty to school in the nick of time, I screamed over to drop off Alice at play school, and I saw Kim! I asked her how she manages and it was a relief to hear that she just scraped out of the house by the skin of her teeth as well.
I was telling my friend Sarah about this morning and she went home and made Mattie some yummy lunch ( way better than what I would have given him!) AND took it to school and snuck in into his lunch box. This is the same Sarah that makes sure I have got everything up to date, and in order, and who worried when I missed the deadline for enrolling Alice to kindy. When I told her I eventually got a place in kindy she was all relieved! Classic not even I was worried!
Everyone needs a Sarah in their life someone that has got your back. It just so happens that I have 2 VERY amazing Sarah's in my life an boy do I feel lucky!
Venting
Venting
This is my response to those over zealous woman who seem to be so perfect and "have climbed mount Everest, done a 10 km run spring cleaned the house and got muffins in the oven.. all by 10 am! I really react to those face book posts.. in my own head usually.
Up all night with a 3 month old baby who seems to have developed a dislike for night sleeping. Am currently blaming teething or sore stomach, either way it is very inconvenient interruption to my sleep!
Look at the clock It is 5.10am I have boot camp at 5.30, Should I try and get there or go to later session? . Choose feed baby back to sleep for the 10th time tonight or if that doesn't work. gripe water...... Gripe water it is. Oooops I think she inhaled it. I should have used a spoon or some other delicate dispenser like a syringe.. not sure that making her drink it from the bottle was such a good idea, as she coughs, Well atleast it is a break from the crying!Sweet all good with in a minute she is settled and back to sleep ! Ahhhh.
6.30 un stack dishwasher put washing on.
7am get breakfast, feed baby AGAIN lets try and get some routine back here!
Do dishes sweep floor, give kids the hurry up 8 am out the door to school.Dean is home and will take Mat to school, (Yay for Dad!) ofcourse the girls have to go as well! Have to leave 15 minutes early as we have decided to ride bikes! HOORAY!!! Hang washing out, just as I finish, it pours with rain FANTASTIC. It hasn't rained in months and today of all days I have 2 loads! Deal with baby. Do some house work.
Get girls in the car and off to the 9.30 boot camp session. Kids demand "shark Attack"on by split Enz. They try and sing the words, pulling their thumb out of their mouths to shout/sing "Shark attack" every time it comes on. Am a bit concerned that my singing had made them also, tone deaf!
Do boot camp, pray to Jesus that he come and take me, as I swing that kettle bell, slip on my own sweat doing push ups, and come far too close to vomiting, on the suicides carrying a medicine ball! Deal with crying baby in the midst this.
Home. Feed kids and into bed for them. Do ironing. Kids want Pizza for dinner. Should make base it but can't be bothered, put it on shopping list as Dean goes to the shops.
Have home made icecream for desert. Make up some washing power as mine is running low. Make pikelets for after school snack.
Oh~... and its only 3 pm.....
Up all night with a 3 month old baby who seems to have developed a dislike for night sleeping. Am currently blaming teething or sore stomach, either way it is very inconvenient interruption to my sleep!
Look at the clock It is 5.10am I have boot camp at 5.30, Should I try and get there or go to later session? . Choose feed baby back to sleep for the 10th time tonight or if that doesn't work. gripe water...... Gripe water it is. Oooops I think she inhaled it. I should have used a spoon or some other delicate dispenser like a syringe.. not sure that making her drink it from the bottle was such a good idea, as she coughs, Well atleast it is a break from the crying!Sweet all good with in a minute she is settled and back to sleep ! Ahhhh.
6.30 un stack dishwasher put washing on.
7am get breakfast, feed baby AGAIN lets try and get some routine back here!
Do dishes sweep floor, give kids the hurry up 8 am out the door to school.Dean is home and will take Mat to school, (Yay for Dad!) ofcourse the girls have to go as well! Have to leave 15 minutes early as we have decided to ride bikes! HOORAY!!! Hang washing out, just as I finish, it pours with rain FANTASTIC. It hasn't rained in months and today of all days I have 2 loads! Deal with baby. Do some house work.
Get girls in the car and off to the 9.30 boot camp session. Kids demand "shark Attack"on by split Enz. They try and sing the words, pulling their thumb out of their mouths to shout/sing "Shark attack" every time it comes on. Am a bit concerned that my singing had made them also, tone deaf!
Do boot camp, pray to Jesus that he come and take me, as I swing that kettle bell, slip on my own sweat doing push ups, and come far too close to vomiting, on the suicides carrying a medicine ball! Deal with crying baby in the midst this.
Home. Feed kids and into bed for them. Do ironing. Kids want Pizza for dinner. Should make base it but can't be bothered, put it on shopping list as Dean goes to the shops.
Have home made icecream for desert. Make up some washing power as mine is running low. Make pikelets for after school snack.
Oh~... and its only 3 pm.....
Cross fit
Well we are a few more weeks into our training. We have been rowing sprinting,swinging kettle bells, experiencing near death by burpies, sit ups, push ups and all other forms of exercise's previously thought of as torture!
Today Dean (my husband) and I did it together which was cool. 500m on the rower, a 200m sprint and then 40 step ups. We did it 3 times, and each time had to beat our previous time. It doesn't sound like much, but my whole body had pins and needles my lungs wanted to burst and I could hardly even see straight and I just wanted to fall over when I finished.
My lungs are still burning 4 hours post workout!
The thing is with this Cross fit is that it is not flashy it is everyday people just getting fit in their shorts and te-shirts, using everyday equipment to do so. It seems a whole lot more down to earth and friendly than the gym. It is addictive though.
I am really struggling with my eating. I am all over the place with it and am finding it hard to get in the groove and get consistently good eating patterns going on. We went to Denmark for the weekend and I got in FULL on holiday mode, consequently am SOO no looking forward to weighing in this afternoon. Every week we tell ourselves it's not about the scales.... but every week when we get on.. it is ALL about the scales! I am looking forward to a cuppa tea and a catch up with the girls though.
PS Well it wasn't bad at all! But we have all agreed that we have to write down every thing that goes into our mouths. BORING! The truth is that I struggle to be that diciplined. eekk!
The Smokin' hot Mamma's
The Smokin' Hot Mumma's
We ARE the 'Smokin Hot Mama's'.
Over a cup of tea Sarah and I decided to get fit ( as we chomped on that LAST piece of cake!) SO we hired Issac to be our trainer, recruited a few more hot chicks to join us. They are Gemma, also an AMAZING and inspirational Mum of 4, Chrissy, Mum of 'baby' Issac and a home baker, Sarah, Mum of 2 and a now ex wino, Me Mum of 4 and a baker and picker! Lynda, Issac's Mum who is INCREDIBLE and SUCH an inspiration the way she charges on and is doing SOO well. Has been studying for 3 years.
So in the first week. Sarah and I both put on 2 kilos! Great start! then... it was christmas... and new year...
But we are serious NOW this is the real thing. It is a year long mission. I alone could drop 20kg ( which is super embarassing to have to admit, But we are all so focused on this. Issac is killing us at these cross fit sessions. We Love him and we hate him! ( mostly love him though!!)
I thought I was going to die yeaterday as I carried a tyre round my neck and ran 400m in a circut! Andrea my sister was with me as we encouraged each other to finish. but I could have just happily have gone to be with the Lord at that moment! Andrea has gone home back to NZ now and we all miss you ANDREA!!
So watch this space.
Over a cup of tea Sarah and I decided to get fit ( as we chomped on that LAST piece of cake!) SO we hired Issac to be our trainer, recruited a few more hot chicks to join us. They are Gemma, also an AMAZING and inspirational Mum of 4, Chrissy, Mum of 'baby' Issac and a home baker, Sarah, Mum of 2 and a now ex wino, Me Mum of 4 and a baker and picker! Lynda, Issac's Mum who is INCREDIBLE and SUCH an inspiration the way she charges on and is doing SOO well. Has been studying for 3 years.
So in the first week. Sarah and I both put on 2 kilos! Great start! then... it was christmas... and new year...
But we are serious NOW this is the real thing. It is a year long mission. I alone could drop 20kg ( which is super embarassing to have to admit, But we are all so focused on this. Issac is killing us at these cross fit sessions. We Love him and we hate him! ( mostly love him though!!)
I thought I was going to die yeaterday as I carried a tyre round my neck and ran 400m in a circut! Andrea my sister was with me as we encouraged each other to finish. but I could have just happily have gone to be with the Lord at that moment! Andrea has gone home back to NZ now and we all miss you ANDREA!!
So watch this space.
Dear Anaiah
Actually Molly honey that’s you – sorry to confuse at such an early stage of your life – but you as you know me more you will get use to this!
Yes, I have changed your name. I am guessing that since you never really knew your name, that this is not going to be a big deal and you won’t suffer an identify crisis. My gorgeous friend Lauren changed her baby’s name when she was 2 and she’s fine, in fact she loves here new name, Daisey!
Molly is a gorgeous name and I DO Love it, but to be honest it just wasn't fitting the picture and the name Anaiah just fits way better. I had been secretly thinking this for a while when Sarah and I were having a cuppa tea at Jodie's, we got on to the topic of your name, and they both agreed that Anaiah was a better fit for you. So I immediately went home, got the forms and applied for a new birth certificate for you. We changed it to Anaiah Molly, (I can hear your father yelling.. "none of this WE business, I had nothing to do with it!" – but He just says that for effect - He loves it too). Now, you have to admit, it is the most beautiful name, and it means "God answers", which is perfectly fitting to you. On the day that you were born, He answered the most amazing prayers- 2 years worth of prayers in fact! None the least is the arrival of you, our healthy gorgeous baby girl, Princess Anaiah a living testament to the fact that God does indeed answer. Our lives changed that day in the most incredible way. The breakthroughs just keep coming and will continue to do so.
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