Good times and bad

Do you ever just look at your kids and think wow what did I do to be given such angels? Pffffft nope neither do I! If it ever happens it’s usually in the five minutes they sleep peacefully….in their own beds. Ahhhhhh bliss. I’m still waiting for that five minutes. I can dream that one day it’ll happen!

The joys of parenting are never ending. You worry if they’re too hot or too cold. You worry they’re going to axe themselves when they start running at a million miles per hour on hard ground. Soft skin on little arms and legs doesn’t take too kindly to rocks, concrete or even dry grass it seems. I’m sure it’ll toughen them up in some way right?!

The fun I’m facing right now involves the constant battle to get each other in trouble. There’s snatching of toys, hitting, ear piercing screams and tears plus many cries of “mummy, mummy, mummy” followed by accusations of things that haven’t happened just to cause more trouble. And it’s not always who you first think as the instigator either!! It’s a case of can’t you two just get along? They do for awhile and it can be cute to watch but it’s almost like an invisible hand flicks a switch and a treasured toy is taken causing the outbreak of another sibling war, it’s just awesome.

I swear I heard Miss Phoebe, who isn’t even two yet, ask me “why” when I was talking to her recently. I knew this day would come but I’m not ready for two children asking me why of everything just yet. It’s enough they’re competing to get all of mummy to themselves, I’m not sure I can handle hearing double cries of why? I think my head might explode, haha!

But kids know exactly when to push your buttons. They have a knack for working out when your defences are down and boom they pounce, usually teaming up together for an extra boost as well. And it sounds terrible but sometimes I love being able to dish out a bit of punishment in return. Confiscating toys or even reneging on a promise after they do something wrong, you almost can’t help but laugh at their reaction. I must admit I do give in occasionally. It’s the quivering lip and puppy dog eyes that get me!

I’m not always nice mummy though. It can be little things, big things and sometimes nothing at all. But it’s when they don’t listen that I get a little frustrated. I just love repeating myself, said no mother ever. Not to mention saying things in slow motion as you repeat them to the child who has said “what?” to the message you are trying to get across to them. Grrrrrrrr! If you listen the first time….we all know that will never happen!!
As I’ve said many times before (talk about repeating myself, haha) even though they drive me crazy, I would be lost without my babies, they are my world. I don’t want to scream, yell or get angry with them but sometimes you just have to do it and maybe quietly cry about it later. The things we mummas have to do are endless but I guess it’s all part of the journey or motherhood.

But there was one moment recently that definitely made me smile and it’s not the first time my girls have done it either. As I watched then playing together….nicely too…they started giggling, clearly having a great time and without hesitation they hugged. The sister bond they share is not one I will ever know but it makes me glad to know they will always have each other to lean on.

Up, down and all around

It’s fair to say I’ve encountered a lot in my short time so far as a parent.

I’ve been spewed on, pooed on, weed on and dribbled on.

I’ve been scratched, bitten, pinched, poked, sat on and squashed and had my hair pulled numerous times.

You name it, it’s pretty much happened, well still is happening.
I guess you kind of get used to it all…..eventually!

And with every day producing all kinds of excitement and mayhem, I’ve started to realise and take note of some of the things I say.

Oh the things you’ll hear coming out of your own mouth you never thought possible….that is until you have children.

You can pretty much hear your own parents over your shoulder as the words come tumbling out.

I used to laugh when I overheard other parents telling their kids not to say or do ridiculous things.
Now I think I’m the one being laughed at.

It’s no surprise really considering at times I probably sound pretty silly.

The words can be normal, odd and sometimes extremely random, just like children.

So here goes:

•Don’t pick your nose.
•Don’t touch your poo.
•Don’t drink the bath water.
•That doesn’t go up your nose.
•Don’t lick the shower glass.
•Stop kicking in the bath like you are in a swimming pool.
•Slow down or you will trip over your own feet.
•What have you got in your mouth? That is not food!
•We don’t eat crayons, we draw with them.
•Don’t pat your sister’s head, she is not a dog!
•Don’t squash your sister, you know she will get you back one day.
•Don’t eat your clothes.
•Don’t eat your hair.
•I have no idea what you’re saying, it sounds like another language.
•You have to pay attention and look where you are going, you don’t have eyes in the back of your head.
•Are you even listening to me? Or am I speaking to myself?
•Your bed/the lounge is not a trampoline, don’t jump on it!
•How about you try eating your dinner (or food in general) rather than painting with it?
•Don’t wipe your hands on your clothes, unless you want to do the washing?!
•Why are you putting toys in the bin? (Probably has a lot to do with us threatening to do it, haha!)
•What did I just step in?! (Is it water or wee?)
•Don’t give me a reason to smack you.
•I’m the parent, you are my child, which makes me the boss whether you like it or not.
•Leave that straw in your drink, don’t use it as a toy!
•Don’t make me come in there.
•I’m not even going to ask how you got food up your nose.
•If you don’t start behaving I’m cancelling your birthday! (It was at this moment my husband and I agreed that we sounded like our own parents!)
•You have to brush your teeth or they might fall out.
•If I have to tell you one more time…
•Oh well we can’t go out now because you haven’t eaten your breakfast.
•An oldie but a goodie….I’ve told you once, I’ve told you a thousand times…

This is just the PG version, I’m sure you can imagine some others! The list could go on and I’ve likely forgotten many but I’m sure there will be plenty more ahead of us.

But I must admit, although at times what I (we) say sounds funny, it’s never quite as hilarious when your toddler throws it back at you!
As always, that’s another story…..

Trying times

Is it bad to occasionally tell your child you don’t like them?
It’s always backed up by I love you, of course.

But lately, things have been a bit….frustrating, to say the least.

Hysterical screaming and tears are a regular occurrence in our house at the moment.
You might also know them as toddler tantrums.
Crazy meltdowns over silly things like food, clothes, daddy doing something that mummy should have or even being looked at the wrong way.

There’s no real reason for it, well one that makes sense anyway.

We can go from some semblance of a “normal” household one minute to utter chaos the next.

I’m sure our neighbours must think we’re trying to force Miss Izzie into treacherous situations of impending doom the way she carries on about eating dinner some nights.

Eat something good for her?? Surely that’s worth some backchat, arm crossing and eye rolling before unleashing a string of incoherent babble translated as “no I won’t do that mummy”?

And it should be more like “hell hath no fury like a toddler scorned”, particularly one not given the desired answer they’re looking for! They want it all and right now, but all hell breaks loose when it doesn’t happen. We’ve had a fair bit of that lately too.

I swear I’m living in a bit of a mad house, or maybe it’s just me that is going a bit mad.

I’m still trying to work out what the hell has happened to my “good” child, haha! Yes she’s the perfect “Angel”, to everyone else! I’m not stupid, I’ve been told by many parents (including my own, thanks mum and dad) that toddlers can just be like that. It’s all part of the process of growing up.

Where can I sign out and just come back for the good stuff?!

My favourite line I like to use to describe our household is “never a dull moment”.
Between Miss Izzie’s toddler tantrums, crazy fun times and of course cheekiness and then Miss Phoebe’s teething and frustration at trying to work out how to move around, mummy is going a bit bat shit crazy.

Don’t even get me started on daddy! He likes to remind me how he’s the one currently stuck in a house full of (unhappy) women! I can already picture him rolling his eyes….

One day I’ll look back on all of this and laugh, well at least I hope so. My mum is forever reminding me that it is all a small part of our lives and it will be over in the blink of an eye.

Parenting certainly is a massive guessing game and a role that keeps you on your toes. You have to take the good with the bad. There’s lots of rewarding moments too, otherwise why would we keep having kids??!

But that’s probably a story for another day….

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”.

Feeding frenzy

It’s official.

I’m just a milk machine again.

Our latest little bundle of joy is now almost two weeks old and very much settled into the household.

Miss Phoebe (yep, another girl has joined the ranks) had a quick entrance into the world surprising us all by arriving both before an anticipated induction and after only two and half hours of labour (no pain relief either!).

Now that you’ve finished cursing me for being lucky it’s time to sympathize instead (haha)!

My eyes are hanging out of my head, my boobs have a mind of their own and my belly looks like a deflated balloon.

Things could be worse but life is certainly very different the second time around.

Yes newborns are kind of predictable as they mostly eat, sleep, poo and repeat.

But throw an energetic, inquisitive toddler into the mix and it does change things….big time!

I must admit we are coping much better than I thought.

Although there have been many tears (pretty much all mine) and a few arguments (mainly started by me), we are working well as a team.

I’m not sure exactly what I was expecting to happen but it’s certainly been an experience and a time of adjustment….and it’s only the beginning!

I have and am still going through mummy guilt for Miss Izzie.

My husband keeps telling me I’m being silly but what would he know right?! (Haha!)

She’s gone from having my full attention to having to share it in the blink of an eye.

So far, apart from showering her baby sister in kisses and cuddles, and a few attempts at giving her scraps of food, we seem to be doing okay.

She has been helping with nappy changes and grabbing things for mummy and daddy too.

I dread the day I see her trying to really help mummy by carrying Miss Phoebe or even dragging her across the floor (yikes)!

As I keep reminding myself every little aspect of this new adventure is all part of the fun of parenting.

We’re revisiting parts of it again having a newborn in the house but we’re also learning what it’s like to juggle two at a time.

They’re still fighting fit and that’s a good start.

Anything that goes wrong from here is their father’s fault (just kidding)!

Although it will be interesting to see how things go once he returns to work.

We’ll save that story for another day.

But for now I’m mostly enjoying being a new mummy for the second time, especially with snuggly newborn cuddles.

On that note, it looks like it’s milk machine time……again!

Testing the boundaries

You know when someone really pisses you off how you want to punch them in the face?

Well you really can’t do that with a child (not that I want to either, it’s just for the benefit of description purposes).

Instead you find yourself in a position where it’s more like take a deep breath, count to three and try not to lose your temper.

Boundaries are being pushed and limits are being stretched further than they should in our house right now.

For Miss Izzie there appears to be a big fascination with power point/light switches, the Foxtel box, surround sound system, the oven and the dishwasher at the moment.

There’s a bit of a trend there: they all have on/off buttons or switches.

And she’s clicked as to how they all work….and how much it annoys mummy and daddy.

The worst part: once you make a move to stop her and she runs away because she knows she’s done something wrong.

It’s a cycle that’s on repeat several times of day, every single day!

But it doesn’t end there.

We’ve also reached the point where a nappy change in our house surely must sound like a murder is taking place to our neighbours.

The screams and crying certainly must paint that picture but honestly I can’t imagine sitting in a dirty nappy is much fun!

And then there’s the tantrums, much like the world is ending.

There are tears (real ones, shocking I know!) just because she can’t have some of my drink or I say “no” to food (chocolate, MINE I might point out) when she’s just eaten.

I’ve come to the conclusion that we can say “no” until we’re blue in the face because the translation to Izzie obviously sounds very much like “yes”.

I’ve heard from a few parents “it’s just a phase, it’ll pass” or “she’s learning”.

But as I often hear these things in relation to children, there’s that seed of doubt that questions whether it is true or not.

Maybe I’ve reached the end of my tether (no doubt I do some days) or maybe once again it’s all part and parcel of the fun that is parenting.

It’s hard to remember that when you’re saying “no” for what feels like the billionth time in one day or chasing your toddler away from buttons and switches.

To those who aren’t yet parents and take the time to read my blog….firstly, thank you, you must really like me…and secondly I’m not doing a very good job of painting parenting in a good light am I?!

At the end of the day all the bad stuff seems to disappear when you get a cuddle, a cute smile or even hear them say “mummy” (finally!) or “daddy”.

In all honesty it can be a shit (yes in more ways than one) job but it is the best and most rewarding thing you will ever do.

What can I say, we had a fairly good day today!

Now excuse me while I go flick all the power points and light switches back off again…..