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….

A moment of reflection

Life sure is different these days.

Both good and bad.

When I became a mother I feel like I said goodbye to a big part of me.

Don’t get me wrong I love being a mum to my two beautiful girls, but I do miss aspects of my pre-baby life.

Aside from the fact I could go to the toilet in peace, I could eat chocolate without having to share, sleep was amazing and going out could be a spur-of-the-moment decision.

And, well…..people used to visit to see us but now it’s really to see the girls.

I can hear you all (well those who visit anyway) saying “but but but…I come to see you too!”

Once again that’s another story.

But after a rough day yesterday where I spent quite some time yelling at my toddler and trying to stop her from killing her sister, I almost feel like giving up.

I honestly felt like the worst mum in the world.

Mummy guilt sure can knock you for six.

I looked out the door and thought about what could be on the other side.

(Freedom!!!! Just kidding!)

But then something magical happened.

I thought about the good stuff like when Miss Izzie hugged and kissed me for no reason and Miss Phoebe gave me one of her gummy big smiles.

And once again things fell into place.

Well after a sneaky piece of chocolate anyway.

Wine would have been better.
Damn this breastfeeding business (haha!).

I’ve never lied about parenting being a hard gig.

There’s no point.

Earlier this week one of my lovely pregnant friends asked if it was hard juggling a toddler and a newborn.

My response was giving birth is easier than dealing with a toddler and a baby right now.

Probably a tad over dramatic (yes I know labour/birth is not easy for everyone) but combining a temperamental toddler with a crying baby doesn’t always result in a good outcome, particularly when daddy is at work!

Especially when it comes to dinner, bath and bedtime!

I mean sitting with a two-year-old for half an hour (or maybe more) while she picks at a small plate of fish fingers, salad and sauce could drive the most sane person crazy!

Who knew eating just sauce constituted a meal?!

But once again I survived, gritted my teeth and kept going.

Why?

Because I have to, I’m meant to and two little girls rely on me to make their world keep moving.

And most importantly because……I am mum.

A different route

Need a new way to test your stress levels?

Take your almost two-year-old on a 1500km (that’s just one way) road trip and stay with relatives for a couple of weeks.

That’ll get your blood pumping.

Throw in crazy pregnancy hormones and you’re heading down a one-way path to disaster.

Okay, so it wasn’t world-ending terrible.

Nor was there any (major) disaster.

I thought flying was tricky but keeping a toddler cooped up in the car proved to be difficult at times.

Especially on long stretches of boring road with many kilometres to go until the next stop.

Thank god for portable DVD players!

But it was what Izzie could potentially do while staying at someone else’s house that worried me most.

Our home is her castle so she has free reign.

If she breaks something, it’s not ideal, but it doesn’t really matter.

But not long after arriving at my aunt and uncle’s house, I already found myself stressing.

Miss Izzie, in her usual fashion, went straight for the most breakable thing she set her eyes on, a large crystal vase.

It quickly found a new home but it wasn’t long before other items were discovered, mainly pegs.

Yes pegs.

I packed a container full of toys but apparently they weren’t as fun and exciting as clothes pegs.

But ultimately we survived the experience unscathed.

Nothing was destroyed or broken.

Izzie had fun and kept everyone entertained with her antics.

I don’t know why I was so worried, my aunt and uncle are very relaxed, laid back people but I was paranoid Izzie would break something sentimental and I, in turn, would feel terrible.

Overall she’s a pretty good kid.

I should have known that she would probably behave really well.

But I tend to see both the best and worst of her and am often reassured what an angel she is.

I’d love to re-hear those opinions when the house is being screamed down at 2am!

But I’m glad we made the trip and despite being on edge, it wasn’t as bad as I thought it could be.

Although I think we’ll leave it a little while before we hit the road again.

I think one unpredictable child in the car is more than enough….