Mama I am a big boy now

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Over the last few months we have been preparing our little man for the arrival of his little sister. Due in April. One part of the preparation involved moving him out of his room.

At first we thought that it would take a little bit of convincing that he needed to move. But to our (pleasant) surprise he took to this new arrangement quite well. I think the promise of a new room involving CARS and painting the purple wall green helped. FB_IMG_1422851365146

We took him to Bunnings and let him pick the green he wanted for his room. He also got to choose a mat which he can play with his cars on. On one side of the mat is a farm and the other has a city on it. (This mat has been pretty well used already).

Watching him get so excited about his new room has been great. The highlight for him was being able to help his dad paint the green wall. He did a pretty good job helping.

He could hardly wait for the paint to dry to move his bed into the room. I was feeling quite excited for him too. I was expecting to feel a little sad seeing him move out of the “baby room” but was surprised that I didn’t feel sad at all.

I could not wait to  start setting up the nursery which I had been itching to get my hands on. I was in full-on-nesting-mode!!!

I had a great time getting everything into the nursery. I wasn’t initially sure after having F if I wanted another baby and it took a fair while for me to decide to have another. But once all the decorations started coming out and I could make up the bassinet I was getting more and more excited about the new baby.

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F loves playing in the nursery and will often spend time in there playing with his cars. He has up until now never once asked to go back to the room or said that it is his room. It is now just referred to as  “the baby’s room”. I am so proud of him for adjusting so well and can only hope it lasts and that he still feels like that once his sister is here.  It is exciting to see him growing up and going into this new phase of being a big brother.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

My most embarrassing moment

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It was a hot, sunny Friday morning in mid February and I was getting myself and little man ready to head out to swimming class.

I was halfway through our morning routine when I remembered that the dog needed his medication and food before I left, so I headed down to the garage with little man, who was about 15 months old at the time. I thought that I would put him in the car so that he’s out of the way of me working while I was crushing the dog’s tablets.

I wound the window down so that I could see what he’s doing and he could see me. While crushing the dog’s tablets I turned around to check on him and find him trying to climb out the window.

I quickly rushed over and put my arm through the window to wind it up a bit to stop my little escape artist. I pushed the button intending to close it up just a little bit. But the electric window was too fast for me, and my forearm got caught between the glass and the frame. It was caught at such an angle that I could not reach down to push the button to release my arm, nor could I reach far enough through the open door to reach the button.

The garage door was open, but during his play time in the car, little man had gotten a hold of the garage remote and was now closing the door. I finally managed to convince him to give it back to me so that I could reopen the door.

There I stood with my arm stuck in my window, a baby that didn’t understand enough to help me, and my husband was away for work, so I’m all alone. To make matters worse I was still in my pyjamas. Not nice pyjamas but my old stripy, summer dress pyjamas with no bra and bed hair.

So now I am stuck, what to do.

As you would guess by now I was starting to get a little stressed. So I did the only rational thing anyone in this situation would do.

I started screaming for help at the top of my lungs.

HEEELP, HEELP! HELP Me!!!

Luckily the neighbours across the street were home and heard me. She looked out the window and I frantically waved at her with my free arm while still screaming for help!

She sent her husband over, poor man, and another couple from next door came running too.  What can I say, I have a loud voice!

Now I had a toddler confused and crying because mommy’s screaming like a lunatic,  and some neighbours no doubt in shock at the sight of me in pj’s. Believe me it was’t a pretty sight.

They freed my arm, at which point I started crying, which seems to be my standard response to most things.

The neighbours were really great about it all and left me and little man to calm down and continue getting ready for swimming class. The mark on my arm lasted for a day or so before it disappeared, but I think I have scarred my neighbours for life.

It’s been over a year now since the incident, and I must say we have some pretty awesome neighbours because since then they have helped us out of several other mishaps and close calls.

I guess you could say we are “those’ neighbours.

Finding adventure.

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“This quiz will determine which country in the world best reflects your personality and living style. It is where you will thrive in life the most. Plan your next vacation there, or make the big move”

By now most of you have seen this quiz on Facebook where you answer some questions regarding what you like doing and your personality and then it tells you which country you’re best suited to live in. While I know it’s more of fun thing to do than a serious thing. It got me thinking.

Lets be honest now for a minute. Did you take the quiz once and then you post the answer or did you do it a few times to get an answer that you think suits you better?

I did mine twice but didn’t post my answers. The first time I got Paris! Nice thought isn’t it. The second time I got New Zealand, lucky seeing as I already live in NZ. A few of my friends and family got New Zealand too, so I am in good company.

As I took the quiz there was one questions that stumped me. It was the question of which adjective best describes me.

The options were:

Fun

Adventurous

Amorous

Spiritual

Intellectual

I had a really tough time with it. I do not feel that any of those adjectives describes me accurately. Even my poor husband couldn’t help me. Because if I don’t know myself surely he should right? He’s only known me for the past 12 years & been married to me for the last 9.

But alas even he was a bit doubtful as to which of those adjectives described me best.

The problem isn’t that I am not one of those things. Because deep down I am some of those things. Some more than others.

The big thing is I have lost myself and what makes me tick a little bit.

When I was younger I was super adventurous. There wasn’t a huge cliff I wouldn’t jump off of. I once did a 15 meter jump from a cliff into a lake. I did high ropes, horse riding, camping in the wilderness with bears. Now I must say I was petrified the entire time we were camping and was a great source of entertainment for my husband and friends but I did it.

There wasn’t anything I wouldn’t try.

Canyoning trip

Canyoning trip

Canyoning trip,crawling through tight spaces

Canyoning trip,crawling through tight spaces

Tenting in the snow and grizzly bear country. To say I was petrified was an understatement

Tenting in the snow and grizzly bear country. To say I was petrified was an understatement

Self guided walk in the canyon in Zion National Park

Self guided walk in the canyon in Zion National Park

I was brave, adventurous and fun. But the older I’ve become the more reserved I’ve become. OK so now that I am a mum there’s not often time anymore for adventurous things, but I also don’t seek it out anymore, like I used to.

It’s like I’ve forgotten how to be fun and how to have fun. I’ve been hiding myself away.

I’ve become, somewhat lost in life, lost in being a wife and mama. Now don’t get me wrong, I LOVE being a wife and mama. That’s not the problem here.

The real “problem” is that I have lost my spark.

To be honest I am not sure how to get it back. How to become adventurous again. Can you reclaim it once you have lost it?

I am not sure, but I do hope that I will be able to reclaim it. Maybe once little man is a little bit older we will be able to go on adventures together.

But until he’s older I might just have to look at photo’s of me being adventurous or try and find my own adventures.

How about you? What was your last adventure?

I was not prepared for this

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We all go into motherhood with an idea of what it would be like and what we as mothers would be like.Some of my expectations have needed some adjusting. Thing that I was not expecting have happened, both good and bad.

I was not expecting that my toddler, at two-and-a-half, would already seem to be somewhat embarrassed by me.

I like to dance in the privacy of my own lounge. When I hear one of my favourite songs I just want to bust a move, although  I am by no means a good dancer. I have the co-ordination and rhythm of a stick.

But over the last week or more my little man has been telling me, in no uncertain terms, “NO MAMA, STOP DANCING!!” When I happen to bust a move. The look on his face says more than words can express. Previous, he always thought my dancing was funny or would join in and dance with me. Now I am not even allowed to hold his hands or get him to try it with me.

What is happening? Isn’t he a bit small still to be feeling and acting this way towards me?

I thought I had years ahead of me yet before I got “Stop mum, you are so embarrassing”.

But no, it’s happening now already! I am unsure of whether this stage will pass or if it will only increase. But for now I think, I will risk carrying on dancing when I feel happy and the rhythm is good and who knows, he might think I am cool again sometime soon.

How early did your kids start telling you to stop singing or dancing? How did you handle it?

Stop the airplane!!

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Yesterday morning we took my husband to the airport, as he was going away for work again.We arrived early and little man spent some time with his dad in the play area before it was time for W to board his plane.

lookout windows at the airport

lookout windows at the airport

We walked him to the gate, as it is such a small airport the passengers walk to the plane on the tarmac themselves. F tried to follow W out of the doors and it took a bit of persuasion to keep him with me inside the building. As it’s always been our tradition when daddy flies out we waited at the big windows to see him board the plane and wait for it to take off.

The yummy food, sweet tooth was checking out

The yummy food, sweet tooth was checking out

As we were waiting for take off, F decided to inspect the delicious looking food in the cafe display cabinet and was not impressed at all that I would not satisfy his sweet tooth. I was tempted by some sweet looking things myself but decided against it as it was early in the morning still.

So I told him I will wait for him at one of the tables while he keeps browsing and that we will be leaving soon.

While I was waiting for Mr sweet tooth I started looking for my car keys. I checked both pockets of the nappy bag as it’s my usual spot for putting them in. Then I looked inside the bag. My heart stopped. I could not find my keys.

I started rummaging through the bag slightly frantically now. NO KEYS! I ran up to the check in desk yelling “EXCUSE ME, EXCUSE ME!!”  I must have looked pretty funny and stressed because all this running around made sweet tooth stop looking at the food and come running to me.

The lady appeared and asked if she could help me, no doubt wondering what this crazy women was yelling for.

The plane, getting ready for take off

The plane, getting ready for take off

I told her that I could not find my car keys and my husband who was on the plane had them and I now needed them.

She disappeared out the back, trying to,I assume to get hold of the pilot to turn the engines off so I could retrieve my keys form my husband.

Little man thought all this frantic running around and mummy looking stressed was highly entertaining.

I decided to look through the bag one last time, this time I moved all the clothes, shoes, toys, and wet wipes around and there in the further-est darkest corner of my bag I finally found my keys.

I rushed up to the desk, feeling rather embarrassed and yelled out again to the lady, only this time that I found my keys. I faintly heard her reply that she heard us, that we found our keys while I took little man’s hand and made a very speedy exit out of the airport.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Overcoming negativity.

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Over the last little while, I have been doing some thinking and trying to do some self improvement. I do not know if you have ever had a time, now or previously, where you feel like something needs to change. Where you look at yourself, and just try to understand yourself a little better and discover more of who you are, while finding better ways to deal with things that happen in your life.

One of these areas, and something I have always struggled with, is being negative. I am a worst case scenario person. When something happens I always jump to the worst possible thing that could happen. No matter what it is. I tend to be more of a glass half empty than full person.

For example my husband went away for work for a week when he started his new job. One day during the week I got a message from him after a day of activities. He text and said that he’s on his way home. So I waited and waited for him to come home. His camp was about a 3 hour drive away from where we lived. About two hours later and many phone calls and even phone calls to the local hospital, he finally rung back and said he was only going back to the lodge where they were staying, and not home to me and our then 3 month old. When I didn’t hear from him I already had him crashed in a ditch. I really do go to that level.

Another example is whenever there is thunder and lightning I duck down under the covers and already imagine our house catching on fire or the roof being blown off. Actually one night not so long ago we had a huge thunderstorm in the early morning. The thunder was so loud and rumbling it woke both of us up, ironically not our son. My first thought and comment to my husband was. “Do you think that’s Ruapehu (an active volcano, 3 hours drive form us) blowing it’s top?”

What I was imagining

What I was imagining

 

What was actually happening

What was actually happening

There are many more examples that I could list but I think you get the point I am trying to make.

I have so much to be grateful for. I have a great family, who’s super supportive of me. I have an amazing little boy and a great husband. We have a wonderful home, good health and great jobs. And yet I still find things to be negative about.  This negativity is something I want to conquer, not just for myself, but also for my family. I want to show my boy that there’s so much to be thankful for and to not jump to the negative like me all the time. I want to show him how much better everything is when you can look at it in a positive way.

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My plan to conquer this negativity is to keep reminding myself daily and as often as possible how good I really have it. I know it’s going to take  lot of hard work, and a conscious effort on my part daily, but I am determined to be more positive.

What strategies have you used that has helped you to overcome things that you felt you needed to change?

Daily prompt :The Kindness of strangers

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It had been a long day for my son and I. We got up early and had to take his daddy to the airport, for a business trip.

F always finds it  hard when his dad goes away.

We watched the airplane take off and disappear, and then he started to cry, “I want my daddy back!!” with big tears spilling down his face.

After a while F calmed down enough for us to leave the airport and get into the car to go and run some errands in town.

We then got invited to go around to his friends house for a play date. I knew my boy was tired but thought he would enjoy seeing his friends.

Going round to a friend’s house was the last thing we should have done. He  didn’t want to play. So we left and despite more tears he was asleep before I was even  out of the driveway. But I still needed to run into the supermarket.

I got him out of the car and carried him into the supermarket while he slept. Which is no easy feat as he usually wakes up, as soon as you take him out of his car seat.

I walked up and down isles in the supermarket getting all my things together and still F slept. I got to the checkout and couldn’t hold him and take things out of the trolley at the same time. I was still wondering how I am going to get my shopping out when, seeing me struggle the check out operator, came out of her area and unloaded my shopping. She even offered to get someone to help me take the groceries to the car.

I left the supermarket in tears!!!. Great full tears.

Now it may not seem like much to you. But let me tell you, if you’ve ever had a tired, cranky,sleeping toddler and someone helps you out, in any way it really makes your day.

I just hope that I will get an opportunity to make someone else’s day a little bit brighter too.