mummy loved up

I am so full of mummy love hormones I keep making myself cry - at Yoga this morning I was preparing this prose to upload and share with a virtual community of god knows who.
So the yoga class was focused around me (or at least my pregnant state) this morning - seems that when strangers really care and think about us it touches me the most. I guess its the unexpected.
This little fella is so different to Cooper - he is jumping around doing circus tricks and downward dog in an ashtanga fashion. I am really enjoying this stage of this pregnancy. Seems that growing this small person I feel like the luckiest person. My goal atthe moment is to surround myself with beautiful positive people - those that aren't positive I just say that I am only doing positivity at the moment. Its a nice way to live fits well with my rose tinted world.
I had the most fab idea for the wedding today ... but I can't say on the assumption that there will be people reading this that will attend.... still I think it will be fun.
crazy energy spurt so am off for a bike ride. - Jesus another on eto keep me on the go!
Love to all

I am currently looking after boys, ranging in age from -5months to around 30 odd. I am lovin it! Must be the gods way of introducing me to a testosterone fuelled world. Who would have thought there would be self indulgent pleasure in ensuring all have coffee (read: milo for Cooper) and omlette’s for breakfast? Who would have thought there would be joy in making three different types of eggs or even ensuring there is sufficient meat and five serves of veges on the plate each night?
I am the envy of the island – the eligible bachelors come and make stuff in the backyard whilst keeping the ladies of the island happy…. And you should see the new ‘deck’. Anyway that is enough of that.
Pregnancy is going well. Bump is getting larger, balance is getting worse, mood swings are less and happy hormones have kicked in.
Must go and bake... something

surfing the fairy

msg for Kate and Jack
http://au.youtube.com/watch?v=l4XhMANcCbM&feature=related - this was the song I was talking about - pretty cute


Israel Kamakawiwo'ole
Over The Rainbow

We're getting hitched

Mummy guilt replaces Catholic guilt

This one is about me....
So I thought Catholic guilt was the driving force behind the majority of lifes dilemmas .... Nope I have stumbled and dived head first into a new level of self depreciating, emotional, punishment - MUMMY GUILT.
Mummy guilt is an insidious condition that creeps up slowly then before you know it has replaced the warmth of a clingy child on the left side of my hip and is slowly wrapping tendrils around the inside of of your rib cage. It gets worse when you know you are running late 'cause you didn't walk fast enough to the car and arrive home with a small person fast asleep in bed. The guilt doesn't leave nor will a band aid help - (friends may suggest Valium - I'm pregnant)
Low and behold mummy guilt and small people know how to work together. A result of not returning home in time to feed bath and put the small person to bed lead to a gut wrenching no cuddles morning. Its taken nearly two hours and the cheeky smile is starting to reappear. In the mean time my stern mummy voice is quavering for fear of not being loved at all or prolonging the 'silent' treatment.
There are no prayers, no salvation through community only a small white pill that may provide half an hour of relief but no doubt followed by an increase in sinking feeling deep in the depths of the emotional centre.

Shoes, handbags and all things glitz and glamourious

Too funny ...

Cooper running down Nans hallway with her high heels on and a Listerine handbag slung over the shoulder.

The kid has style.

As I type he has put his fav shoes on (or at least one of them as we lost the other on a particulalry adventurous bike ride) and is pushing batteries from the remote into a plastic bottle.

We had a huge ride yesturday up and down the 7 kms of of Macleay Island with only two stops along the way. Seven Kms is doable - the 14 return trip (with significantly more uphill) is not yet doable. I think we are having another 'active' small person. I can see the next 6 or so months doing crazy bike riding around teh 7 by 4 kms island we live on....

Time to go

Bushwalking with Dad

watt the

Sun kissed bum

Ahh the delights of a good giggle escaping frm the mouths of babes.

A delicious trip south to visit a fairy god mother and a very pregnant Aunty Meals resulted in nakedness running up and down the sandy beaches of Northern NSW. Truely the most beautiful part of this nation.

Cooper playing in rock pools and letting the surf chase him resulted in giggles and let the sun kiss his bum.

Searching for treasure and finding 'jewels' from the is something to make every heart yearn for childhood times.

The world according to Cooper Roam Watt

Music class has a parachute game where everyone sings an appropriate song and holds on to the edge of the 'parachute' we then shuffle lift up and down.... you get the picture. Not Cooperman this game is all about him when he is not trying to mount the parachute he is running giggling from one side to the next. The leaders look at me with sympathy saying that he will get it eventually. Not so long at we keep playing the game where he gets thrown around on the duvet, sheets and rugs when making beds or tidying I think.

So many blogable moments so little time

I've tried and tried to get things up on the blog, I get to the middle of a post and the wee one turns the computer off. Understandably it gets a decent reaction from mum.
Yesterday was music day where we hop on the boat and head to Russel Island for some god lovin sing songs and dances. Coops seems to love it although is having issues trying trying to place himself at the top of hierarchy. My introduction is often our names followed by a half apologetic smile and a "he bites, pinches and pulls hair - oh and he goes for the eyes". None of the other kids seem to.

Show us yer Deck

My Dad and Poppa helped me to build this one. Cool huh.

Where there's a Watt there's a way

Here comes another one just like the other one. Bambabadadadada da. Yip ‘lil Coop is getting a wee brother or sister. Yip, I’d like to thank my “good catholic” upbringing for the surprise that is on its way. You’d think the few years, surrounded by amazing knowledge holders on all things reproductive, at family planning would enable a little more of the science to kick in on the whole matter. The plan was to wait a few years, just like all the text books say on the benefits of spacing children. However, our life is no text book and I’ve constantly been told that I ‘burn the candle at both’ ends so it should be no surprise that we are diving head first into expanding our little family.

Cooper is incredible. We had a raging 1st birthday… party time! It was held under the cotton trees at Scarborough with friends and family coming from everywhere, Sydney, Melbourne, Brissy, F’n Queensland and all the way from the other side of the Tasman and even the mines in Indonesia! Big thank you to everyone who made it. The day was filled with fabulous cupcakes that looked simply divine, prawns, fruit, fairy bread and all the good stuff that makes a kids party. We played piñata (no trips to the hospital) pass the parcel, (try that one after teaching your small person how to open presents by ripping with gusto ‘till you find a goodie) and tug o war (where I nearly wet myself from laughing). Awesome party can’t wait for next year.

Coops is amazing he’s walking now and only just short of running. He has started to try and go down steps forwards sometimes with a giggle other times a howl and a face covered in dirt and pebbles. His favourite is going for rides on the bike, where I strap him in to his seat behind me and huff and puff up the hills with Cooper kicking me up the bum to go faster. Can’t wait till he can talk “faster mummy faster”… I’ve taken to introducing him as an ‘active’ child – (the texts use ‘active’ and naughty interchangeably which has never been so apparent). No doubt his favourite place is outdoors, a couple of days or rain and this too had never become more apparent. Coops loves helping, especially when his dad is working outside. Rob and Poppa (and of course Cooper) have just built a big deck out the front! So wonderful it is like having an entire room outside.

Guess where we are now… yip got our own little bid of Island paradise. We are halfway between Brissy and the Goldy and ….east. We are on Macleay Island which is protected by North Straddie (loads of Queenslandisms there… wait ‘till we get a fourbee – read 4WD) We have a gorgeous little house on the most Northern part of the Island from our big deck we look out over the water to the mainland and Coochimudlo. Out the kitchen window we look over water glimpses to North Straddie. Am amazing weekend saw a vege patch and our very own fruit bowl come to fruition not to mention Rob’s tropical oasis and my agave garden off the deck. Chuck in a water feature and I reckon we are in with Jamie Durie’s best.

Robs rendering on the Goldy and gets the ten to five ferry every morning which means we generally get up at stupid o’clock to take him to the ferry terminal. He is managing the tats with a lovely kiwi guy giving us a hand. Poor kid was working for some sea salt hand scrub mob that was commission only he was making bugger all.

Well guys this is probably the last e-mail, we are going to set up a blog where hopefully I’ll update the goings on of the little Watt family reasonably regularly.

If anyone has bothered to keep the e-mails sent out when I was pregnant can you please fwd them to me I'd like to keep them as a record for coops ( I only have the last 6) ... thanks