The Ugly
1. The bodily devastation of carrying a child. Although I have to say I am currently lighter than I've been in about 6 years. Just need to work on the tiny front bottom that's arrived due to the tummy muscle massacre.
2. Magoo's occasional inclination to sneeze and spew at the same time. Glorious.
3. Me at 1:30am. Nuff said. Although thank god for a hard drive recorder so I can catch up on Home and Away and Glee.
4. An overtired child. I used to be cynical when friends with kids would harp on about routine or missing a bedtime. I now wholeheartedly apologise to said friends.
5. When his movement monitor goes off in the middle of the night. Bloody thing is inclined to false alarm but I don't dare not use it. Waking up to a beep which COULD mean Magoo has stopped breathing is sheer terror.
Monday, November 30, 2009
Thursday, November 12, 2009
Perfect Match
I interrupt the Good, Bad, Ugly and Surprising series to celebrate a very special day. Today, the 13th November, is the 11 year anniversary of Hubby and I being together. Tomorrow will be our 5th wedding anniversary.
Hubby and I met in uni, and were part of a bigger group of friends. At first we didn't think much of each other. I thought he was a bit of a smooth talking, Irish player and he thought I was a short haired, angry little lesbian (no I wasn't a lesbian, I was just in a bit of a male-hating stage).
We hung out lots at the tavern having illusions cocktails and these really god choc chip cookies that they sold. I was apparently "off limits" to him as one of the other guys in the groups had put dibs on me. Obviously angry little lesbians were that guy's type!
I knew there was something between us when (I used to sleep walk and talk) I found myself sitting up in bed one night having an imaginary conversation with him and laughing my head off. I figured any person that I could laugh like that with, especially in my dreams, was someone I wanted to be with always.
We have supported each other through exams, long hours starting our careers, further study, living apart for four years, building a house, travelling lots, and always demanding jobs. And we have always adored each other.
And June this year we gave each other the best gift we could, our beautiful little Magoo. I wouldn't want to go through the parenting experience with anyone else.
Hubby, you are the most amazing partner a girl could ever hope for. You are super intelligent, faithful, mega handsome, funny, reliable and all the rest. I love you so so much and look forward to the rest of our lives together, whatever may come.
And I bet you're glad I'm no longer a short-haired, male hating angry little twit anymore too :)
Happy Anniversary hun.
xoxo
Hubby and I met in uni, and were part of a bigger group of friends. At first we didn't think much of each other. I thought he was a bit of a smooth talking, Irish player and he thought I was a short haired, angry little lesbian (no I wasn't a lesbian, I was just in a bit of a male-hating stage).
We hung out lots at the tavern having illusions cocktails and these really god choc chip cookies that they sold. I was apparently "off limits" to him as one of the other guys in the groups had put dibs on me. Obviously angry little lesbians were that guy's type!
I knew there was something between us when (I used to sleep walk and talk) I found myself sitting up in bed one night having an imaginary conversation with him and laughing my head off. I figured any person that I could laugh like that with, especially in my dreams, was someone I wanted to be with always.
We have supported each other through exams, long hours starting our careers, further study, living apart for four years, building a house, travelling lots, and always demanding jobs. And we have always adored each other.
And June this year we gave each other the best gift we could, our beautiful little Magoo. I wouldn't want to go through the parenting experience with anyone else.
Hubby, you are the most amazing partner a girl could ever hope for. You are super intelligent, faithful, mega handsome, funny, reliable and all the rest. I love you so so much and look forward to the rest of our lives together, whatever may come.
And I bet you're glad I'm no longer a short-haired, male hating angry little twit anymore too :)
Happy Anniversary hun.
xoxo
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
The Good, the Bad, the Ugly and the Surprising Part 2
The Bad
1. "Number Threes" - the ad with the explosion in the car is not far off the truth. Once every few days a poo comes along that is, short of gaffer taping a whole packet of Huggies and a couple of Tena Ladies thrown in for good measure to his arse, impossible to contain.
2. Spews, Spews, Spews. Dear Lord that child can't keep his tucker and it drives me nuts. Beware a certain grin as it is his way of saying "Get ready Mum I've got something for ya!!"
3. The fact that everyone has an opinion on how you should parent. Honestly people, if you feel so strongly about it go and have one of your own. And to older people, parenting has come a long way.. deal with it.
4. Not being able to pop into the shops for a loaf of bread etc. Although I have become very well acquainted with my local Maccas drive through.
5. Having so little time to myself to read, relax or even write a blog every now and then.
6. Stressing every minute of the day about Magoo's health, future and happiness. But I am a worrier, so not everyone would experience that.
7. The loss of an income. I LIKED earning money. Although apparently a full time mother and housewife's equivalent is about $160K per year - pay up hubby!!
8. Stupid hormones combined with hours of being on my own. I get weird. Picture dancing with pure joy to the new 7Two TV channel "It's Time" song, and belting out the old Home and Away theme song (the Early Years is on - I am in heaven).
9. The fact that as a stay at home mum, Home and Away the early years being on represents heaven (see point 8). It all just becomes a little bit desperate...
1. "Number Threes" - the ad with the explosion in the car is not far off the truth. Once every few days a poo comes along that is, short of gaffer taping a whole packet of Huggies and a couple of Tena Ladies thrown in for good measure to his arse, impossible to contain.
2. Spews, Spews, Spews. Dear Lord that child can't keep his tucker and it drives me nuts. Beware a certain grin as it is his way of saying "Get ready Mum I've got something for ya!!"
3. The fact that everyone has an opinion on how you should parent. Honestly people, if you feel so strongly about it go and have one of your own. And to older people, parenting has come a long way.. deal with it.
4. Not being able to pop into the shops for a loaf of bread etc. Although I have become very well acquainted with my local Maccas drive through.
5. Having so little time to myself to read, relax or even write a blog every now and then.
6. Stressing every minute of the day about Magoo's health, future and happiness. But I am a worrier, so not everyone would experience that.
7. The loss of an income. I LIKED earning money. Although apparently a full time mother and housewife's equivalent is about $160K per year - pay up hubby!!
8. Stupid hormones combined with hours of being on my own. I get weird. Picture dancing with pure joy to the new 7Two TV channel "It's Time" song, and belting out the old Home and Away theme song (the Early Years is on - I am in heaven).
9. The fact that as a stay at home mum, Home and Away the early years being on represents heaven (see point 8). It all just becomes a little bit desperate...
The Good, The Bad, the Ugly and the Surprising Part 1
Friends without kids keep asking me what are the good and bad things about having Magoo.
The Good:
1. Having a guaranteed smile in the morning when you go to get him up.
2. Watching all his quirky habits as they develop. Current favs are blowing raspberries and sucking his toes. Priceless.
3. Making jokes with Hubby about what we think he is thinking. Imagine Stewie Griffin voice and a very cheeky child.
4. Laughing at farts.
5. Laughing at poo sounds.
6. His hands gently (and sometimes not so gently) patting my face and neck
7. When he laughs. I read once that hearing your child laugh is the greatest feeling in the world and I agree.
8. Seeing the world through his eyes. It's impossible to feel jaded when you begin to see the lawn or a leaf as fascinating.
9. The satisfaction of creating and nurturing one of tomorrow's strong and brilliant men, which I just know Magoo is going to be.
The Good:
1. Having a guaranteed smile in the morning when you go to get him up.
2. Watching all his quirky habits as they develop. Current favs are blowing raspberries and sucking his toes. Priceless.
3. Making jokes with Hubby about what we think he is thinking. Imagine Stewie Griffin voice and a very cheeky child.
4. Laughing at farts.
5. Laughing at poo sounds.
6. His hands gently (and sometimes not so gently) patting my face and neck
7. When he laughs. I read once that hearing your child laugh is the greatest feeling in the world and I agree.
8. Seeing the world through his eyes. It's impossible to feel jaded when you begin to see the lawn or a leaf as fascinating.
9. The satisfaction of creating and nurturing one of tomorrow's strong and brilliant men, which I just know Magoo is going to be.
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