365 day photo challenge - day 68 - October 27, 2011
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| off for a walk! |
Lilypie Fifth Birthday tickers
Thursday, 27 October 2011
365 day photo challenge - day 67
365 day photo challenge - day 67 - October 26, 2011
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| The view from my kitchen window! |
365 day photo challenge - day 66
365 day photo challenge - day 66 - October 25, 2011
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| climbing the rope !! :D |
365 day photo challenge - day 65
365 day photo challenge - day 65 - October 24, 2011
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| Jensen's hair that his goggles pulled out! Ouch! |
365 day photo challenge - day 64
365 day photo challenge - day 64 - October 23, 2011
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| checkin' out cars on the iPad |
Fear
I have a fear. Don't we all? I mentioned (least I think I did) my fear I had during my pregnancy, about an undesirable outcome.
Well, I'll share a secret. It's manifested into a post partum fear quite similar. I'm not sure how long it can be considered post partum, as the baby is 7mths old.
The fear is this : SIDS. Yes it's a risk for every baby. There's also an acronym for the older child who passes without any obvious cause. Every parent worries about one (or both in my case) it.
But I think I need to see someone about it. Someone not going to laugh at me, or tell me every mother does the same thing, or "you'll get over it"... They don't.
I check my children - especially at night - quite frequently. Most times I can hear Jensen as I walk down the hallway. So he's ok *that* time. I pull his blanket back up, kiss his cheek and whisper "I love you". Eden sleeps more quietly, so I hold my breath and wait. Wait for a noise, a breath, a sigh or something. I can look for the rise and fall of her chest in the dim light from down the hallway. Even if I can see it, I think, perhaps I was swaying or it was the light and my eyes playing tricks. So I wait a bit longer. If there's no significant deep breath. I'll tickle her cheek or little hand until she fidgets and moves away. Only then am I satisfied. Sometimes she'll draw a deep breath in and I panic its a last breath. Once I'm satisfied she's ok, I walk away. If I'm
Still awake 30 mins later. It's done all over again. I'll check just before I fall asleep and start again when I wake up, whether it's an hour or 3 hours later. Whether she woke me or not. If she woke me, I'll feed her, put her in her cot back asleep, check on Jensen, go back into Eden to start the 'routine'.
This all happens through the day, but less frequently, as she doesn't sleep as long, and Jensen doesn't sleep through the day. The panic and routine still happen through the day.
I feel silly telling you this. I'm only saying something as I read about post partum anxiety in a magazine. Even Andrew thinks I may have this. There was a list in the article and I check almost every one.
Now.... Do I admit this out aloud to someone?
Well, I'll share a secret. It's manifested into a post partum fear quite similar. I'm not sure how long it can be considered post partum, as the baby is 7mths old.
The fear is this : SIDS. Yes it's a risk for every baby. There's also an acronym for the older child who passes without any obvious cause. Every parent worries about one (or both in my case) it.
But I think I need to see someone about it. Someone not going to laugh at me, or tell me every mother does the same thing, or "you'll get over it"... They don't.
I check my children - especially at night - quite frequently. Most times I can hear Jensen as I walk down the hallway. So he's ok *that* time. I pull his blanket back up, kiss his cheek and whisper "I love you". Eden sleeps more quietly, so I hold my breath and wait. Wait for a noise, a breath, a sigh or something. I can look for the rise and fall of her chest in the dim light from down the hallway. Even if I can see it, I think, perhaps I was swaying or it was the light and my eyes playing tricks. So I wait a bit longer. If there's no significant deep breath. I'll tickle her cheek or little hand until she fidgets and moves away. Only then am I satisfied. Sometimes she'll draw a deep breath in and I panic its a last breath. Once I'm satisfied she's ok, I walk away. If I'm
Still awake 30 mins later. It's done all over again. I'll check just before I fall asleep and start again when I wake up, whether it's an hour or 3 hours later. Whether she woke me or not. If she woke me, I'll feed her, put her in her cot back asleep, check on Jensen, go back into Eden to start the 'routine'.
This all happens through the day, but less frequently, as she doesn't sleep as long, and Jensen doesn't sleep through the day. The panic and routine still happen through the day.
I feel silly telling you this. I'm only saying something as I read about post partum anxiety in a magazine. Even Andrew thinks I may have this. There was a list in the article and I check almost every one.
Now.... Do I admit this out aloud to someone?
Saturday, 22 October 2011
365 day photo challenge - day 63
365 day photo challenge - day 63 - October 22, 2011
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| this is my attempt to knit the baby some long pants |
Eden update
I think the teething was just the teeth moving in the gums, coz no teeth yet! The clingyness is still there, just not as bad. She's now rolling all around the loungeroom and could probably roll herself to her room!
She's started to move her body to lean over to crawl from sitting, she's almost there! Also too, she puts her hands up into furniture as if she's going to haul herself up!
She prefers to be outside. Put her on the floor inside= cry. Outside =happy baby!
She's started to move her body to lean over to crawl from sitting, she's almost there! Also too, she puts her hands up into furniture as if she's going to haul herself up!
She prefers to be outside. Put her on the floor inside= cry. Outside =happy baby!
Friday, 21 October 2011
Swimming
The weekend just gone was a big one. Not in terms of what we did, but what actually happened.
Saturday, Eden had her first swim. Jensen and I also had a swim. Discussed pool safety with Nanna (coz they have the pool). Jensen had a sleepover at Nanna's.
Sunday. We come back over to pick him up and Jensen, Eden and I have another swim, this time with Nanna. It was getting breezy and looking ready to storm again, so I handed Eden to Andrew and hopped out, leaving Jensen with Nanna. Andrew and I went inside, he changed her into warm clothes while I redressed into mine. I sat down with Eden to feed her, Andrew sat down too as he had been sick all weekend. A few minutes later, a desperate cry from Nanna screamed out my name. I couldn't get up fast enough, so by the time I mentioned for Andrew to head out there, Pop had been called and Andrew followed. I put Eden into her cot, now snoozing, and dashed outside. Jensen is stunned and crying.
"He's gone under the water". Nice. What every mother wants to hear. Apparently, he's been riding the pool noodle like a horse and it 'bucked' him off. Nanna had been, according to her, behind him - in arms reach - and heard him make three splashes and then nothing. She turned around to see him under the water with his hands on his head. He was apparently in arms reach, so she plucked him out, dragged him out of the water and called out for me.
I keep hearing "He was only under a couple of seconds". Yes. But he was STILL UNDER. He was frightened for a little while when I got there, but we came inside and hung out snuggled up on the couch for a lil while. He seemed ok then. The next worry was Secondary Drowning. Thankfully, I didn't need to worry about that one.
Everyone seemed, and still seems, so blasé about it. He was only under a few seconds... A few seconds is all it takes.
To make matters WORSE, Nanna tells me that it happened on Saturday too. I can't think how though, she wasn't in the pool, and I certainly didn't have to drag him out.
She tells me that now she feels she can't be trusted to watch him in the pool anymore, and that either myself or Andrew needs to be there as well with her.
We had a swimming lesson today (a make up one, so today is not our normal day) and Jensen is now afraid to put his head under water, or to swim properly. This is his 3rd term swimming, and they teach what happens if you go under water (swim to the side of the pool - which he can tell you - but we think he was trying to swim for Nanna) A few weeks ago, the swim teacher told me he's nearly ready to move up a level. Now I think that he's gone backwards and it'll take ages to get back to where he was.
As I watched him swimming today, I was upset. I'm not sure if I'm upset that he isn't swimming the way he used to, or that he nearly drowned or that it's my fault that I wasn't there to watch him, or that I don't think that I offer him enough support to try and get 'over' his fear. I know that this isn't something he's just going to get 'over' but I was hoping against hope that he would be brave and that it wouldn't affect him. I do feel like it's all my fault. That i'm a bad mother for wanting him to suck it up, as it were, and not be afraid - just swim normally.
On the way home, I did try to bribe him with a toy to swim normally. He just kept telling me that when he's a bigger boy he can do it, and that he's not a bigger boy yet. He talks like this when he doesn't want to do something.
Despite all that, I told him at dinner that I'm proud of him, no matter what happens. To which he told me that he's proud of me no matter what happens ;)
Saturday, Eden had her first swim. Jensen and I also had a swim. Discussed pool safety with Nanna (coz they have the pool). Jensen had a sleepover at Nanna's.
Sunday. We come back over to pick him up and Jensen, Eden and I have another swim, this time with Nanna. It was getting breezy and looking ready to storm again, so I handed Eden to Andrew and hopped out, leaving Jensen with Nanna. Andrew and I went inside, he changed her into warm clothes while I redressed into mine. I sat down with Eden to feed her, Andrew sat down too as he had been sick all weekend. A few minutes later, a desperate cry from Nanna screamed out my name. I couldn't get up fast enough, so by the time I mentioned for Andrew to head out there, Pop had been called and Andrew followed. I put Eden into her cot, now snoozing, and dashed outside. Jensen is stunned and crying.
"He's gone under the water". Nice. What every mother wants to hear. Apparently, he's been riding the pool noodle like a horse and it 'bucked' him off. Nanna had been, according to her, behind him - in arms reach - and heard him make three splashes and then nothing. She turned around to see him under the water with his hands on his head. He was apparently in arms reach, so she plucked him out, dragged him out of the water and called out for me.
I keep hearing "He was only under a couple of seconds". Yes. But he was STILL UNDER. He was frightened for a little while when I got there, but we came inside and hung out snuggled up on the couch for a lil while. He seemed ok then. The next worry was Secondary Drowning. Thankfully, I didn't need to worry about that one.
Everyone seemed, and still seems, so blasé about it. He was only under a few seconds... A few seconds is all it takes.
To make matters WORSE, Nanna tells me that it happened on Saturday too. I can't think how though, she wasn't in the pool, and I certainly didn't have to drag him out.
She tells me that now she feels she can't be trusted to watch him in the pool anymore, and that either myself or Andrew needs to be there as well with her.
We had a swimming lesson today (a make up one, so today is not our normal day) and Jensen is now afraid to put his head under water, or to swim properly. This is his 3rd term swimming, and they teach what happens if you go under water (swim to the side of the pool - which he can tell you - but we think he was trying to swim for Nanna) A few weeks ago, the swim teacher told me he's nearly ready to move up a level. Now I think that he's gone backwards and it'll take ages to get back to where he was.
As I watched him swimming today, I was upset. I'm not sure if I'm upset that he isn't swimming the way he used to, or that he nearly drowned or that it's my fault that I wasn't there to watch him, or that I don't think that I offer him enough support to try and get 'over' his fear. I know that this isn't something he's just going to get 'over' but I was hoping against hope that he would be brave and that it wouldn't affect him. I do feel like it's all my fault. That i'm a bad mother for wanting him to suck it up, as it were, and not be afraid - just swim normally.
On the way home, I did try to bribe him with a toy to swim normally. He just kept telling me that when he's a bigger boy he can do it, and that he's not a bigger boy yet. He talks like this when he doesn't want to do something.
Despite all that, I told him at dinner that I'm proud of him, no matter what happens. To which he told me that he's proud of me no matter what happens ;)
365 day photo challenge - day 61
365 day photo challenge - day 61 - October 20, 2011
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| "before" I mowed... |
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| "after" I mowed |
365 day photo challenge - day 60
365 day photo challenge - day 60 - October 19, 2011
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| Loving the Reading Eggs website! |
365 day photo challenge - day 59
365 day photo challenge - day 59 - October 18, 2011
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| My 7 month old, my Oma and my 4 year old xx |
365 day photo challenge - day 58
365 day photo challenge - day 58 - October 17, 2011
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| Rolled across the lounge room and got into the biscuit container! At one count, she had 7! |
365 day photo challenge - day 57
365 day photo challenge - day 57 - October 16, 2011
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| The creek near where I live when I went for my walk! |
Tuesday, 18 October 2011
The police
To go on from the taxi driver in the previous post, the wednesday the following week, I went to step on to the zebra crossing. I had a pram with a baby in it, laden with groceries as well. I watched a police van speed down the street, didn't even slow down for me on the crossing. (it's an actual street, so it could be a 20km zone, it could also be a 40km zone. There is reverse angle parking on either side, a library on one side and the supermarket - where I was - on the other.) The police driver saw me, looked at me. He saw me, I saw him, but he kept going. The street isn't very long, so he had to slow down at the T section.
But.... Who do I complain to about the police now? Well, not complain, but who do I tell this to?
But.... Who do I complain to about the police now? Well, not complain, but who do I tell this to?
The taxi cab
OMG. The other week, I followed a taxi for about 10 minutes, through quite clearly marked "60"km speed zones, 2 of which were school zones. They were out of school zone hours (I think it was about midday), but school zones nonetheless. There was no way he was doing 60. 70km at the least. Swerving all over the place.
I could quite clearly see the cab number, but I couldn't read the "Professional Driving" number on the back. Finally, as we neared the traffic lights at the first of the school zones, he (I'm assuming it's a he, I don't think I've ever seen a female taxi driver, but doesn't mean there aren't any!) saw the light turn orange and he floored it, only he realised he wasn't going to make it and slammed on his brakes. He stopped (and stayed there) hugely over the line. While waiting for the lights to turn green, I could finally see the phone number.
Lights turn green, off he flies! doing way more than speed limit of 70km, through a round-a-bout and swings right at another set of lights into the 2nd school zone (a primary school this time) and just disappears down the street. Unbelievably fast.
Disgusted and shaken I've called the number.... and it rang out. Not impressed. Rang again and got Lost Property. She took my message anyway and then said that she'd pass it on to the right person.
About a week later, I got a phone call from the taxi company, asking me to verify some details of why I had called. He told me that he could see from the gps tracker on the taxi where he had been and how fast he was going. I confirmed that the main road was a 70km zone and he said the driver was doing 82km in that 70km zone, "well over the 10% margin" he reckons. He tells me he has had words with this driver before, and now "he has the information he needs to deal with driver properly". I can only imagine this means he's fired. Kinda hoping he was. That was incredibly dangerous and scary to watch. Thank God he didn't have any passengers.
I could quite clearly see the cab number, but I couldn't read the "Professional Driving" number on the back. Finally, as we neared the traffic lights at the first of the school zones, he (I'm assuming it's a he, I don't think I've ever seen a female taxi driver, but doesn't mean there aren't any!) saw the light turn orange and he floored it, only he realised he wasn't going to make it and slammed on his brakes. He stopped (and stayed there) hugely over the line. While waiting for the lights to turn green, I could finally see the phone number.
Lights turn green, off he flies! doing way more than speed limit of 70km, through a round-a-bout and swings right at another set of lights into the 2nd school zone (a primary school this time) and just disappears down the street. Unbelievably fast.
Disgusted and shaken I've called the number.... and it rang out. Not impressed. Rang again and got Lost Property. She took my message anyway and then said that she'd pass it on to the right person.
About a week later, I got a phone call from the taxi company, asking me to verify some details of why I had called. He told me that he could see from the gps tracker on the taxi where he had been and how fast he was going. I confirmed that the main road was a 70km zone and he said the driver was doing 82km in that 70km zone, "well over the 10% margin" he reckons. He tells me he has had words with this driver before, and now "he has the information he needs to deal with driver properly". I can only imagine this means he's fired. Kinda hoping he was. That was incredibly dangerous and scary to watch. Thank God he didn't have any passengers.
Thursday, 13 October 2011
Temp or teething?
So, is the clingy-ness teething or an age group thing? I'm not allowed out of her sight!
It's midnight and she's got a temp. Temp, not a fever, and panadol seem to have taken some of the "heat" from her head. Her body is still a bit warm. Has had a big bf and is back in her bed. So paranoid she's going to have a febrile convulsion and we're not going to know. J had one at 18 mths when his fever spiked and needed to be resuscitated.
Hoping it's just teeth....
It's midnight and she's got a temp. Temp, not a fever, and panadol seem to have taken some of the "heat" from her head. Her body is still a bit warm. Has had a big bf and is back in her bed. So paranoid she's going to have a febrile convulsion and we're not going to know. J had one at 18 mths when his fever spiked and needed to be resuscitated.
Hoping it's just teeth....
Wednesday, 12 October 2011
365 day photo challenge - day 52
365 day photo challenge - day 52 - October 11, 2011
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| spider sticker from gymnastics! |
365 day photo challenge - day 51
365 day photo challenge - day 51 - October 10, 2011
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| Poor lil man got stung by a bee yesterday, discovered he has a bee allergy! Right foot is all swollen! |
365 day photo challenge - day 50
365 day photo challenge - day 50 - October 09, 2011
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| Daddy and Eden (Eden fell asleep just before the main Bathurst race) |
365 day photo challenge - day 49
365 day photo challenge - day 49 - October 08, 2011
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| My son makes his bed every morning as he gets up! He's only 4, let's hope it lasts! |
365 day photo challenge - day 48
365 day photo challenge - day 48 - October 07, 2011
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| 2 bikes, a trike and a scooter... and only one child who can use them! |
365 day photo challenge - day 46
365 day photo challenge - day 46 - October 05, 2011
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| Lost my side of the bed! |
365 day photo challenge - day 45
365 day photo challenge - day 45 - October 04, 2011
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| "here! Try some watermelon!" |
365 day photo challenge - day 43
365 day photo challenge - day 43 - October 02, 2011
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| My husband at his first crossfit competition |
365 day photo challenge - day 42
365 day photo challenge - day 42 - October 01, 2011
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| aha! Strawberry! |
365 day photo challenge - day 41
365 day photo challenge - day 41 - September 30, 2011
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| This Hot Chocolate has been staring at me all through "Sugarless September". Needless to say, October 1st, it was gone! |
Sunday, 9 October 2011
Music
I was ar the clothes line and thinking (yes, I do do that!) and this random thought popped Into my head...
Is there ONE peice of music that everyone likes? One peice that even the heaviest metal head or hippy music lover or even middle of the road country music fans (like myself) will admit to liking?
Is there ONE peice of music that everyone likes? One peice that even the heaviest metal head or hippy music lover or even middle of the road country music fans (like myself) will admit to liking?
Thursday, 6 October 2011
Eden
Eden can blow raspberries now! Sometimes when she cries, she tries to
do both at the same time.
Once or twice now when placed on her tummy, she's drawn her legs up into a crawl position. She seems to be able to go backwards easily. Not crawling, I think she just pushes herself back.
do both at the same time.
Once or twice now when placed on her tummy, she's drawn her legs up into a crawl position. She seems to be able to go backwards easily. Not crawling, I think she just pushes herself back.
Gym
Back to the gym on Monday just gone! I went to a different gym coz the class I wanted to go to was on on Tuesday (at the same time) when we had a dr appt for skin issue.
Finally feeling better ( and a bit confused as to what day it was coz I'd been a day earlier) and picked Jensen up from daycare Wednesday, he asked if we could go to the gym. I said no, but the other lil boy asked if Jensen could come and she said he was coming to the gym! A bit confused, I finally realised she meant I was coming too. We went home, I hot changed and went too!
Normally I'm not motivated to go on my own (she had a PT session so I really was on my own), but I got on that treadmill and I walked. And ran for 1 minute spurts. 16 mins of that, then 30kg leg presses and some sort of other thing for my arms that I can't remember how much weight I had on it or what it was called.
I came home sweaty! I actually pushed myself ! Very pleased. Felt like I needed to throw up at one stage, so I must have done something right!
Back today to bodybalance, and have booked the kids into the crèche tomorrow morning to go to bodypump. Hopefully Andrew can watch the Saturday so I can go to Zumba. I need to move this body and look good!
Finally feeling better ( and a bit confused as to what day it was coz I'd been a day earlier) and picked Jensen up from daycare Wednesday, he asked if we could go to the gym. I said no, but the other lil boy asked if Jensen could come and she said he was coming to the gym! A bit confused, I finally realised she meant I was coming too. We went home, I hot changed and went too!
Normally I'm not motivated to go on my own (she had a PT session so I really was on my own), but I got on that treadmill and I walked. And ran for 1 minute spurts. 16 mins of that, then 30kg leg presses and some sort of other thing for my arms that I can't remember how much weight I had on it or what it was called.
I came home sweaty! I actually pushed myself ! Very pleased. Felt like I needed to throw up at one stage, so I must have done something right!
Back today to bodybalance, and have booked the kids into the crèche tomorrow morning to go to bodypump. Hopefully Andrew can watch the Saturday so I can go to Zumba. I need to move this body and look good!
The plan
The overall plan is to get all the housework done either before the kids get up, or after they go to bed so I can spend as much time as I can with them, coz currently, I'm just not on top of it. Apparently I have bad time management skills. Also, somewhere in between playing and housework I need to study! This exam isn't going to pass itself. Once I have all this done and some sort of structure to my days, I will be blogging more often and every day.
Saturday, 1 October 2011
Who needs sleep?
Up to the 4th wake up... 1 every hour so far. All because she's trying to crawl in her sleep!
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