Fits Best

Things have been decidedly helter skelter around here of late. There has been lots of solo parenting, with Scott travelling for work every week, for the last three weeks. Add to that, all the school holiday fun and it's been go go go! But there was one extra special day last week, when I was able to throw on a nice dress, slap on a dash of makeup and have a long, uninterrupted lunch, with a bunch of lovely ladies... at a rather swanky venue.

When I received the invite to attend lunch and view the new Jeanswest Maternity wear range, I was somewhat flattered and very excited. During both of my pregnancies I found maternity wear extremely tricky to navigate. Between the clothes that just didn't fit right and the exorbitant cost of the clothes that did suit my pregnant shape, it was all a bit overwhelming. I ended up with a mish mash of a maternity wardrobe. I only wish this gorgeous range had been around back then, would have been perfect. But for anyone reading this who is currently pregnant, a little look-see at the Jeanswest maternity wear range might be well worthwhile. Reasonably priced, great variety and beautiful colours and designs... and from all reports, super comfy too. 

Thank you to Anna and the girls at Jeanswest for a wonderful afternoon, I can't remember the last time I was treated to a fancy sit down lunch, sans kiddies. 

Harmony & Team Work

The world as viewed through the innocent eyes of a child never ceases to amaze me. As the horrific images from Boston streamed into our lounge room this morning, I fought back tears. My two lovely boys sat playing in another room. I would like to shield them from the knowledge of such devastating acts for as long as I can, because honestly, they'll unfortunately learn the terrible facts soon enough. But unknowingly, Angus chose a rather apt morning to reflect on his recent Harmony Day experience at school. He asked when his class will be able to celebrate it again... because it was fun... and he loved it... and he wanted to understand why Harmony Day just couldn't be every day. My sentiments exactly, sweet child.

Despite my reluctance... and irrational fears... my big boy is playing footy. I think it took approximately three minutes after he entered the world before Scott imagined our boy charging down the field, ball in hand. But for Mama, it's taken a little longer. Like, five years longer. And I felt edgy and nervous and unsure of the decision to let him start this year... until I saw the look on his wee face as the jersey went on and the shorts tied up and the socks got taped and the mouthguard went in. Like watching a tiny piece of him grow up before my very eyes. Then observing him interact with his team mates and listen intently to his coach at training and try harder each week than the one before. And I realised. For now, this sport is actually good for him... even great for him. If he's happy, I'm happy. 

Colourful Characters

Things have turned a little 'pear' shaped around here of late. Specifically... my figure. It all came to a head last weekend when I put on my favourite jeans... and they barely did up. It was muffin top city and it was embarrassing. Those poor pants had been working overtime for a good couple of months... and I knew it. I blame Easter and it's temptations, for pushing me over the edge. Hot cross buns smothered in margarine were a lunchtime staple every day for a few weeks there. I blame my love of chocolate and lollies and ice-cream and chips and savoury biscuits and sweet biscuits and pastries and Coca-Cola. Because I do eat all of that rubbish and then some. I blame my lack of will power to not eat said foods. And my good intentions to run regularly, at the crack of dawn... they've fallen in a heap too. Because it's dark and cold and really early... and dark... and I get kinda scared running on my own. So now, I'm taking advantage of the time immediately after school drop off. Making sure I'm dressed in exercise gear when I leave the house and ready to hit the pavement, stroller out in front and one foot in front of the other. I'm going to shift this extra flab, one fat cell at a time. 

These two can be quite the handful to take anywhere at the moment. Between incessant bickering with each other and volatile mood swings directed at me, it's a nerve-wracking business going out in public. But over the Easter weekend, we all went along to the Family Show. And it was quite honestly, three and a half hours of harmonious enjoyment. They looked out for one another, laughed together, waited in lines patiently alongside of each other... and loved unconditionally. They even made Scott and I forget the fact we were just there to traipse around behind them and stand in the hot sun waiting for hours on end. It's amazing the kind of power our colourful little characters hold over us.