Friday, 31 October 2014

44/52 2014

I looked up from the kitchen, and saw a connection. A love so deep between my two boys. I did not even look at the camera settings, I just grabbed it and hoped for the best. I only got off one shot, before they moved and too much was revealed of my ever naked son. 

Thursday, 30 October 2014


I think it is a simple concept. Do not touch other people's children. But why do so many do it? It may be innocent, but trust me the child does not like it, and I know this mother does not.

At my local grocery store. Elderly woman approaches and asks Jarvis his name. His response "Big Boy". She then asks if he has another name, Jarvis responded with "ratbag". She looks to me, and I just reply, he does not like giving strangers his name. So then, she proceeds to stroke his face with both hands. When he pulls away, she responds "not very affectionate is he?"

Umm lady, Jarvis is very affectionate. JUST NOT TO STRANGERS. Jarvis has every right to decide who he wants to touch him. I do not even enforce the kiss or hug hello/goodbye to people he knows, so why would he want a stranger touching him?

Am I the only Mum that does not like strangers touching my child? 

Sunday, 26 October 2014

43/52 2014

An uncle and his nephew. Chester is constantly covered in sticky kisses from Jarvis and Jarvis is constantly checking on Chester and fussing over him.

Ever single time Chester is around Jarvis all we hear is Jarvis saying "me look after Chester, me love Chester".

Melts my heart. Makes my ovaries ache. 

Thursday, 23 October 2014


The other night I posted a simple image and caption to my Instagram and Facebook page. "Took the bins out. Prepared a roast dinner. Went for a walk. Feed the toddler all while wearing a baby. My esteem and congratulations go out to all those Mummas that do this on a daily basis. Women with more than one small child you are amazing in what you manage each and every day."

It started a conversation, and later I was thinking about what Cherie said "And also, more women need to do THIS every day. Compliment each other. I actually felt legitimately proud of myself reading this whilst wrangling my littles  Sometimes it can honestly be MONTHS in between Dave telling me I am actually "doing good". x

You can find Cherie at Raising Master Max on her Facebook page and blog

I realised that not once in my almost 22 years of parenting has anyone ever told me that I was doing a good job. That is, until a random stranger, approached me this week and said "I have been watching you interact with your son. You are one of the best mothers I have seen in awhile. Your son's beautiful manners are a direct result of your parenting." I mumbled a thank you and she then said "you should be proud. I am a child therapist and mother of six".

I have had many people comment on how well behaved Tamika was, and now how Jarvis is. Yet no one has ever complimented me as a parent and attributed my child's manners to me.

Motherhood is a titled that is earned, oh boy is it earned! It is earned in tears, sleepless nights, and endless worrying. It is earned in fears you have for your child; fears of devastating illness, fears of accidents, and fears of the craziness of the world in which we live.

So to all of the Mums out there, with one, two or more children, let me say... well done you are doing an amazing job.

Oh and I think the above image just about sums up motherhood. I am trying to look like I have it all under control and act like I know what I am doing. However, in reality I am sitting in a cow field, stinking of poo, being bitting on the butt by and ant pretending to know what I am doing. 

Saturday, 18 October 2014

42/52 2014

 Noel's four children. My cousins.

 Dad, Steven and Lou Lou.

This week's post is simple. It may be titled 42/52 2014, but in my head I call it "Goodbye Noel". 

Wednesday, 15 October 2014


Growth & Appearance:
As much as you look like your Dad, you certainly have your own style. From the way you wear you hair, through to what clothes you wear, are all of your choice. This month has been all about channelling a Columbian Drug lord with your sunglasses, Hawaiian shirts and attitude.

You sleep in the same way as your Dad, yet you do it in style with your Hawaiian shirt. 

Some days you eat more than your sister. Other days you barely eat a thing. What I have learnt is to relax and let you eat when you are hungry. As long as I can sneak some veg and some calcium into your diet then I am happy.

Chatty McChatty. You wake up talking. Normally with a question, and you do not stop talking and asking questions until you go to sleep. 

I know it is time for you to start sleeping in your own bed. Yet I think both of us enjoy the comfort of co-sleeping. Justin will suggest it occasionally, but then he will wake up cuddled all around you and change his mind. I think all three of us enjoy the love and comfort co-sleeping brings.
Even when you sleep in your own bed for you day nap, you always get a co-sleeper, even if it is just Tira.

Whether it is because Chester is now the baby, you are certainly acting more mature. Your logic is good, and it is easy to explain things to you. You grasp things really easy. For example you repeated over and over that Tamika's belly had a baby in it. The moment you saw Chester you asked "baby grow big and came out your bum?". Okay so not out of Tamika's bum, but you 'got' that the bum that was Tamika's belly was now Chester.
You want to do so much more for yourself. 

Hiding has always been a favourite, yet this month it includes hiding with all of your stuffed toys. Often in very uncomfortable positions with either me or your Dad.
Your other favourite is your new nephew Chester. Each day you ask to see and to play with Chester. i cannot wait until he is actually old enough for you tow to play together rather than you just piling up legos onto of Chester.

Yes, that is me hiding under a bucket with you and your stuffed toys. 

How I am thinking/Feeling:

Tamika may have taught me how to be a mother, but you definitely teaching me how to let go and just 'be'. The love and laughter you bring to my life is incredible. I think I have all of these things I have to do, should do. Then with one little "peas" I drop everything to go and play with you. Time is short and I want to grab every moment I can with you.

Sunday, 12 October 2014

41/52 2014

On Friday Justin celebrated his birthday. 32. Still such a baby, yet so grown up from the boy I met at 24.

Presents opened in bed. Breakfast. Both of us getting tattoos. Justin and I that is, not Justin and Jarvis. It was a nice day. A good day to be with the man who has changed my life.