New beginnings

What a year it’s been!

One of ups and downs but I can definitely say I’m ready to farewell 2015!

It was a year that brought us a new ray of sunshine in the form of our second beautiful little girl Phoebe.

But it was also a year that brought illness and sadly even a death in the family, as well as a few other dramas!

It seems we weren’t alone in bearing the brunt of a tumultuous year with many of our nearest and dearest also experiencing their fair share of bad stuff.

Miss Izzie has certainly been a ball of entertainment this year and I think without her I wouldn’t have anywhere near as much to write about.

Even now she’s making me laugh with the simple act of playing with a ribbon.

I often wonder where we would be without her in our lives (awwww) and then the naughty devilish side comes to play and I pretty much hit the ground with a thud.

Never a dull moment in our house!

Despite the negative impact of this year, I’m quickly reminded of two little people who are yet to understand the good and bad aspects of the world.

It’s amazing how children change your view on even the littlest of things.

Who would have thought a fly buzzing around could be “scary”.

Just ask Miss Izzie, haha!

But I guess in her defence, it’s something new and strange!

As for Miss Phoebe, a cute smile and constant look of wonder is enough to make even the worst of days just that little bit brighter.

So as the hours wind down on 2015, I think we’re all anticipating the fresh start 2016 has to offer.

However you farewell the old year and welcome the new year in (for us it’ll involve sleep) make it a good one!

Wishing you all the very best for the year ahead.

Lots of exciting memories are yet to be made!

Let’s see what crazy antics my gorgeous girls have me writing about in 2016….

Two against one

“I’ve got this.”

“I can do this.”

That’s what I kept telling myself every time I thought I would lose it at a shrieking toddler or screaming baby earlier this week.

After a blissful (haha) month together my lovely husband returned to work last weekend leaving me expecting the worst with our two daughters in tow.

Have I survived?

If you had asked me that question a couple of days ago I might be behind bars for smacking you over the head.

But despite a few rough moments, it wasn’t as bad as I thought!

I’m not going to lie I did find things a bit overwhelming at times and I often thought about hiding in the cupboard!

But reminding myself that nothing the girls did was to intentionally annoy me (most of the time) kept me going.

I often turn to the most influential woman in my life for advice (my beautiful mum) to help me through both the good and bad times.

And this was no exception.

Along with telling me that “I’d be fine”, she also reminded me that this time in my children’s lives is a short one and will pass in the blink of an eye.

As my Mum’s baby, I’m sure she’s speaking both wistfully and with a wealth of experience under her belt!

After all my older brother and I are not only still alive to tell any tales but also bringing up our own children.

I’ve found that while everyone’s experience is different, to me, parenting is both rewarding and one of the hardest things I’ve ever done!

Even more so juggling a toddler with a new baby but we seem to be finding a rhythm that works….most days!

And although he doesn’t know this (probably because I spend more time snapping at him) but I do appreciate the help of my husband, I just have a funny way of showing it.

But back to that shrieking toddler and screaming baby….my little humans who have no choice but to love me unconditionally, for now!

Yes they will push my buttons.

They will make me cry, scream and yell.

They will make me smile and laugh, both with them and at them.

No doubt, once they’re older, they will gang up on me and see what they can get away with.

And yes, one day they will probably hate me too.

But it means I will have done something right.

I will have been and continue to be their mum.

And let’s be honest if they don’t like whatever I throw at them, there’s a funny little quote I found for my mum years ago they might just hear….

“I brought you into this world and I can take you out again”.

A new chapter

Life is about to become crazy again.

Not long to go until our cosy little family of three becomes four.

While I’m excited at the prospect of meeting our new addition to the family, I’m a little nervous too.

It’s been just the three of us for so long, it’s hard to imagine a new little personality in the mix.

Not to mention I keep thinking about how Miss Izzie is going to react.

Then there’s the whole idea of juggling two kids.

I’m well aware it’s not a new concept.

Generation upon generation before me have dealt with multiple children under one roof and they have all survived.

Well as far as I can tell anyway.

We’ve been telling Izzie for months about the bubba in mummy’s belly and while she points saying “bubba/baby”, I’m not really sure how much she understands.

Especially when she’s having fun and jumps on me, hitting my belly first!

But I’m trying to remain optimistic about her impending reaction, despite the many opinions flying my way.

I’m already going down the path of explaining to her about how much she can help mummy with the new baby.

I’ve told her she can help put dirty nappies in the bin, give the baby lots of cuddles and help mummy with washing and putting clothes away.

We’ll see how long the novelty lasts!

There’s definitely no guarantees and I’m expecting there to be tantrums and drama but I can live in my bubble of hope….until it all goes pear-shaped anyway.

I guess my biggest fear is that Miss Izzie is going to think mummy doesn’t have as much time for her with a new baby in the house.

Yes I’m probably being silly, but for the past two and a bit years it’s been the two of us hanging out together when daddy’s at work.

We read, play, laugh and have a great time.

I’m going to do my best to spend as much one-on-one time with her as I can, but I know things are going to be different.

Our family dynamic is going to change and that’s the reality of life.

It’s just about how we embrace it and move forward.

Despite my worries and nervousness, I must admit I am looking forward to the snuggly newborn cuddles again.

Team that up with the sweet hugs and kisses Izzie gives me and I might just survive whatever else is coming my way.

I’m thinking broken sleep, piles of washing, a messy house, a cheeky toddler and of course who could forget crazy hormones?!

Somewhere in there might be a disheveled husband….I’ll do my best to be nice to him, haha!

And hopefully we all make it out the other side…..