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Catching up

June 12, 2015

Heyyyyyy you! Has it been 10 days since my last post? I feel like I’ve fallen off the grid. And by grid, I mean the internet. In a good way though. It’s like an internet detox. 10 whole days without facebook or instagram or blog surfing. Not even youtube.

Just time off with my babies doing non-internet things such as this.

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But I’m all detoxed out and it’s nice to be back. 10 days is about my limit to being away from the internet. I feel a withdrawal coming on.

Ok, lots of happenings and stuff.

We kicked off the June holidays with the very same thing we did last June, with frosty wintery air and coffee-snob level caffeine infusion and a whole bunch of farm animals. In Melbourne. We’ve developed a nice little love affair with Melbourne. It’s got just the right amount of laid back cobblestone charm for this city girl and the right amount of outdoorsy activities for the kids.

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Perhaps outdoorsy isn’t the best word. Outdoorsy implies a little spot at the Botanic Gardens back home, but in Melbourne, it’s endless blue sky and beautiful green grass for as far as the eyes can see. It looks like something right out of a picture book. Throw in some sheep, horses, and a handful of friendly shetland bulls. Plus a minefield of poop. By the way, did you know that sheep make a lot of poop? There’s poop everywhere on that pretty green grass. At first, I was like, “Woah so much poop! Watch where you’re going, kids, don’t step on the poop. Right there! Phew, missed a pile…and another…” After 25 steps or so, I gave up. Fine! Go ahead, step on all the poop!

Finn was most happy to oblige. “Did you say I could stomp on poop, mom?” It was like christmas morning for this kid. All the poop he stomped on got lodged in his shoe and I had to spend the entire 2-hour drive back to the city being assaulted in the nose by the foul, putrid stench of sheep poop.

I’m telling you that there’s a price to pay for being all friendly with nature. Thank God for husbands who volunteer to scrape off bits of stuck poop with their bare hands.

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But would you just look at that fluffy wuffy sheep? And that face of delight. It was such a treat for them to hang out with all the animals. I suppose all is forgiven. Poop away, cuddly sheep!

Also, horses. Having a horse eat an apple right out of your hand is one of life’s most underrated pleasures. There should be horses made available to eat apples from my hand when I get too overwhelmed with life.

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We also met the cutest, sleepiest, snoriest pig. I’m guessing this little piggy did not go to the market. This little piggy stayed home, had roast beef, some jam and bread, a few biscuits, and a large bowl of clam chowder, then lay down for a delicious nap.

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Aaaand now, it’s time for some monkey faces courtesy of Finn. He’s in a delightfully fun phase where he wants to have his picture taken all the time.

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I can’t even begin to describe how much I love this phase. Please don’t go away.

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by Daphne

Theo

Here we are at 10 months

May 28, 2015

10 months is a game changer and I’ll say it now that I have a love hate relationship with 10 months.

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Right off the bat, 10 months is all about toothy grins (five teeth now. FIVE!!) and cheeky faces. I like a reasonable amount of cheek just as much as the next girl but what I’d like to know is what has become of my squishy milk-drunk little lamb who would doze off contentedly in my arms?

GONE, that’s what. 10 months just wants to play all the time.

This morning’s nap time was spent doing the opposite of napping because for a full hour, this face.

This face is all play and no naps. This face knows that it’s irresistible.

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As a by product, 10 months is also the decline of chubbiness. He’s no longer mainlining milk without restraint because he knows that there’s so much more to the world than boring milk. All this milk time must be put to better use! Consequently, what has become of my pudgy little panda with delicious thigh rolls?

Also GONE.

Now I’m here helplessly watching all these lovely baby fats give way to baby muscles and I’ll have you know that I cannot stand for this nonsense.

I just performed my detailed thigh munching analysis and he’s presently in the unacceptable range of moderately chubby. UNACCEPTABLE.

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10 months can’t stop movin’.

Sit here quietly when there’s a whole world to explore? No, thank you. Along with the newly discovered territory comes a whole lot of bumps and bruises and he’s wearing them like a badge of honour. Boys!

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But 10 months also has its perks and I’m shan’t pretend like I’m not enjoying them immensely.

Remember all those rough nights when Theo was a newborn? I do. Struggling to breastfeed, jaundice, gassiness, unexplainable fussiness, crying for hours through the night…it was like being on an awkward first date. 10 months worth of dates later and now we’re deep in the sappy head over heels, googly-eyes, lovey dovey stage.

10 months knows how to say momma.

10 months knows what he wants. Life with an infant is like playing an elaborate game of charades, except the person doing the charading is drunk and has zero motor skill function. Do you want milk? Is your diaper full? Do you want to go for a walk? Play toys? Should I hold you and boogie down to uptown funk? So hard to tell. It is so much easier to be with a guy who knows what he wants.

10 months knows how to have a good time. He flashes a goofy grin and his eyes get all twinkly and I know some mischief is about to be had. You know what they say about boys who know how to show you a good time – definite keepers.

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On second thoughts, 10 months is a bit of a heart stealer.

by Daphne

from around here

Rockin’ a faux hawk, and other stuff

May 26, 2015

Yikes, we’re almost done with May and hasn’t this year has been positively blitzy? You know, I think I might have severely underestimated what it’s like to have 4 kids. The transition from 3 to 4 has been crazier than I imagined it to be. Much, much crazier. So many tiny people needing so many things! Most days, it’s just non stop action from the get go.

This has been happening a lot – I get to the end of each week and I wonder where all my hours have gone to.

In between helping Truett with his pursuit of academia, ferrying various kids to and from various places {have I mentioned that I’m cycling everywhere these days? I’m turning into a hipster; just me and my little beach cruiser. The kids unanimously agree that cycling is far superior to walking or sitting in the car as a mode of transportation} and other general mom stuff, I’m losing track of all the hours.

WHERE ARE ALL MY HOURS??

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//General mom stuff includes but is not limited to answering questions about why dogs are furry (I don’t know is not an acceptable answer, mom! Go check on your laptop), giving out post nap cuddles (the best kind), sponging sick babies (happening far too much lately), hosting dance parties, planning meals, washing bums and cutting hair. Yes, cutting hair. When one becomes a mom, one must learn to do mom things. I just gave Theo a haircut yesterday, see my masterpiece.

//Does he look like a big boy now or what??? He’s the best hair-cuttee of all my babies. I did briefly consider growing his hair out like Finn, but it was immediately vetoed by the husband. Good call, husband! This baby sure knows how to rock a faux hawk.

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The craziest thing is that I love it though, this crazy life. I feel obnoxious for loving it so much but urgh, I do love it so.

by Daphne

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