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

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