Friday, May 15, 2015

After The Storm

A few weeks back we experienced a once in a decade weather event. It was the mother of all storms and lasted for the best part of two weeks. Crazy strong winds and an absolute deluge of rain. Our local park saw a pretty significant sized tree unearthed at the roots, much to the delight of the kids in the neighbourhood (perfect cubby house opportunity). And strangely enough, our area wasn't even close to being the worst affected.

One place that really did bear the brunt of the wild and woolly conditions was the beach. Literally tonnes of sand was lifted and blown every which way. Coming to rest on footpaths, grassed reserves and even inside beachfront dwellings. So the operation undertaken to reconstruct the beach was somewhat mammoth. I have not seen anything like the number of diggers, tractors and every other type of earthmover in the same space all working at once. Let alone on a (usually) populated beach. Thinking the littlies would get a kick out of the display of action, we wandered on down for a peek. Felix was in a bit of a mood and seemed more interested in what we would pickup for lunch. And Bon Bon was just content with the breeze on her face and the sun shining down. So I think the 'big' kid ended up gaining the most satisfaction from our little adventure.





Monday, May 11, 2015

Being Mum

There is nothing easy about being a mum. It is a constant grind and even when you think you might have worked it out, you haven't. Because it never stops teaching you and all of the learning, is on the job. So much responsibility lying heavily upon your shoulders. Weighing you down, almost smothering you with each new challenge. It's relentless and at times, thankless. Some days you get to the end and wonder how on earth you are supposed to get up the next morning (or sometimes, even in an hour's time) and do it all again. Where will the strength come from? The perseverance and positivity to say 'tomorrow is another day and I will make it better than today'. 

But it comes. And you rise and you see their fresh little faces, wrinkle free and soft. Hear their chirpy voices babbling on with innocence and wonder. Not a care in the world (except for maybe when breakfast will be ready). You smell their sweet, clean hair & feel the warmth as they snuggle next to you for reassurance as they begin a new day of adventure. They need you and love you unconditionally. Because you are mum. A privilege and an honour to have received. Mother's Day prompts me to think about this enormous role I've undertaken and it reminds me of all the sacrifices my own mother made for me and my brothers. It's not easy, but it's worth it. It's what I always wanted and I know that without it, I would be lost. It has made me a better person in so many ways and for all of these things, I am grateful. 











Tuesday, May 5, 2015

One

My delightful girl. How is it possible that we have muddled our way through your first year of life? You arrived in our lives at a tumultuous time, but add to that turmoil, you did not. More so you were (and are) a shining beacon of light and hope. A beautiful piece of something I always wanted, yet didn't realise that fact, until they placed you in my arms. And you have brought us all nothing but joy ever since.

Your first birthday was a magic celebration. Overflowing with loving family and dear friends. Colour and noise, laughter and tears...mainly from your Mama, but of course they were happy tears of pride and gratitude. You behaved so very unlike yourself throughout the party. Quiet and reserved. Taking it all in, a near impossibility to crack even the slightest smile from your sweet face. It was a tad overwhelming for our wee Bonza...the name your Daddy and I have affectionately called you since the days when all you did was snuggle. But you still are THE BEST little snuggler. And on your first birthday, I was blessed with plenty of those, as you perched on my hip and carefully observed everyone gather around, to celebrate you and soak up the happiness you have brought to our world.

By the time we got home, you were back to your usual busy self. Pottering (yes, you did walk *just* before your first birthday!) around, getting into things, chattering and most importantly, smiling your wide, eight-toothed smile. What a year it was. One that tested and taught, overwhelmed and inspired, gifted and stole. Your sparkle was the constant that kept me going, because that's what babies (and children alike) do for a family. You have to keep on keeping on and that is a really good thing. My little ray of sunshine darling girl, you are One






Monday, September 8, 2014

Fathers Day

It's not always easy to capture beautiful moments in your life. You've almost got to remind yourself to be prepared to grab them. Camera in hand, ready to go. But most times, you forget, or you're too tired or distracted by children and the phone rings or you need to race out the door because you're running late. And so on and so on. Then the moment has passed, never to be captured. And at times, just savouring the experience seems like enough. Instead of feeling it from behind a lens, you get in there and breathe it in. And that is nice too. But chances are you won't remember it ten years down the track.  I couldn't resist the urge today and if I could have bottled this Fathers Day memory, I would have. So it was definitely worth the effort to reach for my phone, jump onto the lounge and snap my little family from above, right there, in the moment. Now I have something that will always take me back to Fathers Day twenty fourteen. 



Friday, September 5, 2014

Icy Blue

I find Winter a particularly tough season to actually get going. The idea of hibernating at home, out of the wind and cold and rain is simply far more appealing, than having to get myself and the littlies dressed warmly and ready to go out. Wednesday was icily brisk and bowing a gale. So of course Felix was set on heading out for a scooter ride and a salad from our favourite lunch stop. A little health food eatery called Melonhead. So whilst I wasn't quite as keen as he, I sucked it up and off we went.

So glad we did too. The sea was wild and furious and exhilarating. Imagine not being there to see all that raw beauty. Clouds swirled in and out, covering the sun at times and changing the complexion of the ocean entirely. But when it shone, boy did it light up the sky, reflecting like an icy blue mirror on the water. 








Thursday, September 4, 2014

Birthdays Nowadays

I forget when birthdays started to be just another day to me. I think it was somewhere around the time I became a Mama. We had a relaxed dinner for my thirtieth, with close friends...and my sweet eight month old first born in tow. Each year since remains a bit of a blur. I recall my own Mama sharing a similar sentiment when I was a child. Though I couldn't understand it at all, back then. I would get ridiculously excited over her birthday and want to make her day as special as she was to me. Because after all, she made every one of mine, a warm and wonderful celebration.

And that same, beautiful, enthusiasm came full circle for me on the weekend, as the boys went about making their own little fuss over mine (and Scott's) birthday. The hand written cards, the smooches and cuddles, the half hourly reminders of it being my "special day" , had me feeling very loved indeed. The best birthday present, ever. The inclusion of our precious Bonny this year, just completed the package for this rather tired and exhausted, thirty six year old Mama. So we partied by having our favourite pizzeria for dinner and an ice cream cake, as suggested by Angus, for afters. I'm more than happy for my birthday to look something like this for a while to come.




Tuesday, August 26, 2014

Winter Blues

The weekend just gone was a breath of fresh air for our stale old household. Three consecutive weeks of the flu and flu-like symptoms really started to take it's toll on this usually very healthy little family. My poor sweet Felix, I haven't seen him as down for the count as he was last week in I can't remember how long. Three days of fever, vomiting and existing only on Zooper Dooper iceblocks saw him really lengthen out, losing a fair chunk of his puppy fat. It is as though he shot up overnight. Thankfully, his appetite is now returning to it's brilliant best.

The weather, in a way, mirrored the scene we've been a part of, with lots and LOTS of rain, drab skies and frosty days. Truly a Winter display right here. But on Saturday, we managed to all get out of the house together and spend a lovely few hours at the race course. A special family friendly day on offer, with some activities for the kiddies and naturally, a day of horse racing. By early afternoon, the sky gave way to thick, heavy clouds once more and rain tumbled down on our parade. That's ok, we had a ball while it lasted and felt quite pleased with ourselves for making the most of the day, while it lasted.