Saturday, January 2, 2010
She's baaack
Well it's officially 1 month since I last wrote, and as one of my NY resolutions was to get back on here, I have dragged my sorry arse from the new Marian Keyes book (excellent as usual) to the laptop. And despite my stars today saying that my creative juices should be well and truly flowing this is HAAARRRRDD.
Well Magoo is six months and 14 days now. And boy is he becoming a handful. He blows raspberries which range from apparent joy to defiance, and his nighttime sleeping has gone out the window. It seems we are up half the night at the moment with a very peeved little child, probably because of the two little choppers that sprouted from his bottom gums a few days ago. Yes teeth. My little man is growing up :(
He's eating solids twice a day - porridge with fruit puree in the morning and vegies at night. He LOVES his solids and I have to say it is bloody funny to see him with food pasted over his face, arms and anything else he can manage. I can't make airplane noises (we all have our limitations) so I must resort to helicopter noises (chopperchopperchopperchopper) and bless him the little guy opens his mouth expectantly. Hubby of course can make airplane noises so Magoo just gets a bit of variety in term of which airborne vehicle delivers his mush.
At each stage of Magoo's development I have always said "This stage is lovely" and while it is true, because all bubbas are lovely, I have to say this stage is pretty darn good. He has an understanding of what's going on, and a developing personality. That said, he is getting really strong and physical, as he tries out all his weapons (sorry, limbs). I am so sick of getting kicked in the boobs, hair pulled etc, and changing his pants is like trying to pin a nappy to an octopus having an epileptic fit.
Is this what it's like to raise a boy? Probably. I really do need to prepare myself for the rough and tumble and high energy that a little boy has. But I guess the upside is that for now there is no pink to be seen in this house (thank God, I hate pink) - even if it does look like a rainforest has exploded inside my living room...
Well Magoo is six months and 14 days now. And boy is he becoming a handful. He blows raspberries which range from apparent joy to defiance, and his nighttime sleeping has gone out the window. It seems we are up half the night at the moment with a very peeved little child, probably because of the two little choppers that sprouted from his bottom gums a few days ago. Yes teeth. My little man is growing up :(
He's eating solids twice a day - porridge with fruit puree in the morning and vegies at night. He LOVES his solids and I have to say it is bloody funny to see him with food pasted over his face, arms and anything else he can manage. I can't make airplane noises (we all have our limitations) so I must resort to helicopter noises (chopperchopperchopperchopper) and bless him the little guy opens his mouth expectantly. Hubby of course can make airplane noises so Magoo just gets a bit of variety in term of which airborne vehicle delivers his mush.
At each stage of Magoo's development I have always said "This stage is lovely" and while it is true, because all bubbas are lovely, I have to say this stage is pretty darn good. He has an understanding of what's going on, and a developing personality. That said, he is getting really strong and physical, as he tries out all his weapons (sorry, limbs). I am so sick of getting kicked in the boobs, hair pulled etc, and changing his pants is like trying to pin a nappy to an octopus having an epileptic fit.
Is this what it's like to raise a boy? Probably. I really do need to prepare myself for the rough and tumble and high energy that a little boy has. But I guess the upside is that for now there is no pink to be seen in this house (thank God, I hate pink) - even if it does look like a rainforest has exploded inside my living room...
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
How motherhood has changed me
I've been thinking lately about how motherhood has changed me, both physically (apart from the obvious!) and mentally.
1. I frequently have a sore or cut lip from being headbutted by an over excited Magoo. If I'm not careful it will cause permanent lip swelling and I will start looking like Nicole Kidman.
2. My hands look like an 80 year old's, on account of all the hand sanitiser and washing of bottles, dummies etc. I would moisturise more but Magoo is a slippery little bugger as it is and I don't want to make it worse.
3. I can eat a freaking truckload each day and not put on weight thanks to the marvels of breast feeding. I plan to breast feed (or at least express) for the rest of my life, it's like doing 6-7 workouts a day...
4. I can not watch any child birth scene on television without bawling. Even the natural labour ones that don't apply to me (I had the letterbox method) reduce me to a weeping mess. Just thinking about that moment that I heard Magoo cry for the first time gives me goosebumps.
5. I can kill bugs with gay abandon and no regret. You threaten my child I will eliminate you. And yes a tiny spider over the other side of the room threatens my child.
6. I talk to everyone now. I used to be a pretty shy lass and strangers were not usually talked to. When you have a cute baby like Magoo everyone wants to talk to you. And I want to talk back. Probably because it's an actual conversation as opposed to "oooh? Oooh?? *giggle* *raspberry*"
7. Only my family and friends are important to me now. Oh and chocolate. Most other things, especially of a material nature are pretty irrelevant. Probably because now I'm not working I can't afford to be material anyway.
8. Vomit doesn't freak me out anymore. I used to want to be a doctor but always thought that I couldn't handle the vomit part of the job. Having seen, smelt, felt and caught (yes caught) spew daily for the last 5 months I can now say it doesn't bother me in the slightest. After all, spew is just food that you get to meet again.
I have to say I really prefer the mummy me to the old me. I am more mellow and appreciative of the little things that happen in my day. I am less judgemental of other people and realise that we are all just doing the best we can. It's a big shift for me but I think important so that I can be the best mum to a very impressionable Magoo. Now I just need to work on my truckie mouth. I don't know how hubby will feel if "shitsticks" or "bugger" are the first words out of Magoo's mouth...
1. I frequently have a sore or cut lip from being headbutted by an over excited Magoo. If I'm not careful it will cause permanent lip swelling and I will start looking like Nicole Kidman.
2. My hands look like an 80 year old's, on account of all the hand sanitiser and washing of bottles, dummies etc. I would moisturise more but Magoo is a slippery little bugger as it is and I don't want to make it worse.
3. I can eat a freaking truckload each day and not put on weight thanks to the marvels of breast feeding. I plan to breast feed (or at least express) for the rest of my life, it's like doing 6-7 workouts a day...
4. I can not watch any child birth scene on television without bawling. Even the natural labour ones that don't apply to me (I had the letterbox method) reduce me to a weeping mess. Just thinking about that moment that I heard Magoo cry for the first time gives me goosebumps.
5. I can kill bugs with gay abandon and no regret. You threaten my child I will eliminate you. And yes a tiny spider over the other side of the room threatens my child.
6. I talk to everyone now. I used to be a pretty shy lass and strangers were not usually talked to. When you have a cute baby like Magoo everyone wants to talk to you. And I want to talk back. Probably because it's an actual conversation as opposed to "oooh? Oooh?? *giggle* *raspberry*"
7. Only my family and friends are important to me now. Oh and chocolate. Most other things, especially of a material nature are pretty irrelevant. Probably because now I'm not working I can't afford to be material anyway.
8. Vomit doesn't freak me out anymore. I used to want to be a doctor but always thought that I couldn't handle the vomit part of the job. Having seen, smelt, felt and caught (yes caught) spew daily for the last 5 months I can now say it doesn't bother me in the slightest. After all, spew is just food that you get to meet again.
I have to say I really prefer the mummy me to the old me. I am more mellow and appreciative of the little things that happen in my day. I am less judgemental of other people and realise that we are all just doing the best we can. It's a big shift for me but I think important so that I can be the best mum to a very impressionable Magoo. Now I just need to work on my truckie mouth. I don't know how hubby will feel if "shitsticks" or "bugger" are the first words out of Magoo's mouth...
Tuesday, December 1, 2009
The GBUS Part 4
The Surprising
The final part of this series is the stuff that I never imagined would come with having kids. In retrospect it's pretty predictable but it certainly took me by surprise...
1. Germs. Despite knowing I am a germophobe I never realised just how crazy I would get over cleanliness and my child. Yeah yeah everyone likes to spout on about increasing immunity etc but really - who wants their child to get sick - ESPECIALLY when nasty things like Swine Flu are flying around? I think people get a bit funny when I ask them to wash their hands or use the Purelle before touching him but am I really asking too much? And do people not understand that given that his hands practically live in his mouth at the moment that by touching his hand you are effectively putting your hands in his mouth??? We wash our hands before preparing food but people think it's A-ok to effectively give him a germ sandwich without washing their hands? Ok I sound like a crazy person.. moving on..
2. How bad the lack of sleep is and how you really are tempted to trade your baby for 15 minutes of sleep. You start wondering if he really needs to be fed tonight... Yes he does...
3. How it does take a while to completely accept your child as a member of the family. Of course you love them immediately, but there is a window of time where it kind of feels like a probation period, and you're not sure if a screaming, spewing child is a "cultural fit" to the lovely little life you've built with hubby. This obviously does pass.
4. The amount of humour that is associated with a child. I think mine is particularly funny but then again maybe everyone thinks that. He is just truly hilarious and has the most amused look on his face for 90% of the time. The other 10% he is fed up or tired and tells us by blowing excellent raspberries that we try not to laugh at.
5. How eventually you do get over the loss of your career... I was one of the more career driven women around, with my "hard core corporate role" (hehe), and I'm now saying "what career?" I mean really, who gives a hoot about numbers and profit margins and how feasible a project is when I can recite the Very Hungry Caterpillar by heart and when I get a huge smile just by singing to Magoo? How can you top that for career satisfaction??
6. That men, particularly of the older, crustier variety, pay far more attention to you when you are pushing a pram. I can't imagine what is going through their minds and I don't particularly want to. Ew...
7. That breastfeeding is hard. At first anyway. People had warned me but I still though "ah no she'll be right mate". 12 weeks, three lactation consultants, lots of lanolin and tears later, it finally fell into place. Now it's the easiest and best thing ever. I really feel for people that won't or can't breastfeed.
8. How when it does all fall into place the love you have for your child is so strong that you just know your heart would break in two if you were without them. Awwwwww...
The final part of this series is the stuff that I never imagined would come with having kids. In retrospect it's pretty predictable but it certainly took me by surprise...
1. Germs. Despite knowing I am a germophobe I never realised just how crazy I would get over cleanliness and my child. Yeah yeah everyone likes to spout on about increasing immunity etc but really - who wants their child to get sick - ESPECIALLY when nasty things like Swine Flu are flying around? I think people get a bit funny when I ask them to wash their hands or use the Purelle before touching him but am I really asking too much? And do people not understand that given that his hands practically live in his mouth at the moment that by touching his hand you are effectively putting your hands in his mouth??? We wash our hands before preparing food but people think it's A-ok to effectively give him a germ sandwich without washing their hands? Ok I sound like a crazy person.. moving on..
2. How bad the lack of sleep is and how you really are tempted to trade your baby for 15 minutes of sleep. You start wondering if he really needs to be fed tonight... Yes he does...
3. How it does take a while to completely accept your child as a member of the family. Of course you love them immediately, but there is a window of time where it kind of feels like a probation period, and you're not sure if a screaming, spewing child is a "cultural fit" to the lovely little life you've built with hubby. This obviously does pass.
4. The amount of humour that is associated with a child. I think mine is particularly funny but then again maybe everyone thinks that. He is just truly hilarious and has the most amused look on his face for 90% of the time. The other 10% he is fed up or tired and tells us by blowing excellent raspberries that we try not to laugh at.
5. How eventually you do get over the loss of your career... I was one of the more career driven women around, with my "hard core corporate role" (hehe), and I'm now saying "what career?" I mean really, who gives a hoot about numbers and profit margins and how feasible a project is when I can recite the Very Hungry Caterpillar by heart and when I get a huge smile just by singing to Magoo? How can you top that for career satisfaction??
6. That men, particularly of the older, crustier variety, pay far more attention to you when you are pushing a pram. I can't imagine what is going through their minds and I don't particularly want to. Ew...
7. That breastfeeding is hard. At first anyway. People had warned me but I still though "ah no she'll be right mate". 12 weeks, three lactation consultants, lots of lanolin and tears later, it finally fell into place. Now it's the easiest and best thing ever. I really feel for people that won't or can't breastfeed.
8. How when it does all fall into place the love you have for your child is so strong that you just know your heart would break in two if you were without them. Awwwwww...
Monday, November 30, 2009
The Good, the Bad, the Ugly and the Surprising Part 3
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.
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.
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...
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