Thursday, April 30, 2009

Must.stop.shopping

Ok, due to the very crappy weather and Liam having a good run of sleeping today, I got onto Ebay again. God its addictive. I must stop.

I bagged a pair of Converse white trainers last night for $40. I thought that was pretty good. But then I found these, that go with the grey dress. I'm up to $70. Its my last offer. They are Country Road boots and exactly what I am after. I watched 'Jade, The Final Chapter' on Bio the other night and noticed she had a lovely pair of boots on. These are a pretty close version:


Rainy Day

As much as I love rainy days with the heater on and being snuggled up on the couch, when you have a baby, its a recipe for disaster.

Liam loves to get out each day. I know it makes him happier and he sleeps better at night for it. Today is not going to be one of those days, unless it fines up.

I wanted to go to the Mind Body and Spirit Festival today in Darling Harbour, but I don't fancy our chances much. I have a list of pesky household things to do today, so I have pulled apart Liam's wardrobe and will be sorting his clothes. He's had a growth spurt in recent weeks and I need to know what he's got for winter and what I need to buy. He has more clothes than me and Richard put together but I think most of it is summer stuff.

I go for my drivers license on the 29th May. I can't wait!

Wednesday, April 29, 2009

Yay


I finally had an Ebay win. I haven't had a lot of luck lately but I decided to treat myself to this Country Road dress. I'm now on the hunt for a pair of black patent leather flat boots.

Don't ask me where I am going to wear this with my pumpkin sneezing son. Maybe Rich and I will have a date night in the next month or so.


My guilty pleasure

.... is Australia's Next Top Model.

Yes, it is an all out bitch fest. Yes, I am a 34 year old women who should be ironing my husband's shirts after dinner or folding washing or something domestically useful, but once I have put Liam to bed, made dinner, washed up, made lunches for the following day, I like to pour myself a glass of red and curl up on the couch to indulge.

I watch the 9.30pm version because 7.30pm in our household is just too crazy.

Unfortunately I have to put up with Richard's jibes from the kitchen table....

'Alex Perry must be gay'
'Alex Perry is a bitch isn't he?'
'Sarah's a fit bird but Johdi had more upfront didn't she?'
'I can't believe you watch this crap'

Hello? I personally think he loves it. Funny how he never leaves the room but finds some odd task to do, like check the football scores on the internet.

Anyway. I love Sarah Murdoch, very classy, a great role model for young girls and mum's alike and I LOVE her hair. Love it. I want to know how she does that little wave thing.

My fave so far is Lola. A bigger girl but stunning looking. I think she'll go far.

Tuesday, April 28, 2009

Frustration

Families hey? You can't choose them, you can't pick them. They infuriate you to tears but are deep inside your heart and there is nothing that you wouldn't do for them.

After the emotional goodbyes at the airport on Saturday it seems Richard's family have a whole new set of problems now and they have been barely home a day. I won't go into it too much, but suffice to say its not pretty and Richard is an emotional mess right now. I am angry at my inlaws, so angry in fact that I let fly on the phone last night. Unfortunately a few home truths needed to be spelt out.

I've been through a similar situation with my own parents and when you are the oldest child, a lot of responsibility falls on your shoulders, so you feel its your duty to sort it out.

Life is too short to fight. There is so much living and love to be had in a family.

Its a new day today. Life HAS to go on.

Sunday, April 26, 2009

Dog tired

Well, we are back to a family of three again.

Yesterday we did the airport farewell. Airports are hideous places. All I seem to do at airports is cry these days.

I was expecting it to be much worse than I thought. It really did break my heart watching Richard's parents say goodbye to Liam. For all my tetchiness and moaning and bitching and generally feeling woe is me for the last 7 weeks, I'd have to be pretty heartless to not see that Liam had two grandparents who fell hook, line and sinker for him.

I hate to see Richard cry, it breaks my heart and to be honest I think I can count on one hand the number of times I have seen him cry. He was pretty upset and so were his parents.

So, life in the Spillane household this weekend has been a bit weird really. Its so quiet. I love having the flat back to ourselves and it just being the three of us again. I got up at 6am this morning to clean the flat from top to bottom and I finished at 7pm.

I am so tired. I'm going to crawl into our bed that I have missed so much (Richard and I had to camp out in Liam's room) and sleeeepppp. Hopefully Liam will let me tonight anyway.

Night night.

Friday, April 24, 2009

Farewell..

My inlaws leave tomorrow afternoon. Their flight leaves just after 4pm so I think we are going to head to the airport around lunchtime so they can check in early, try their luck at getting an upgrade and then have lunch. I don't think its going to be pretty.

Richard took the day off work today, so we all went up to the local library for rhyme time and then had breakfast on Dank St. They are both very quiet and sombre. I am trying to keep the mood upbeat but its really hard.

Its been a long 7 weeks but life goes on. I've let them have Liam to themselves every afternoon and 7 weeks is a long time to do that.

I've found it very hard but I know Richard has enjoyed it. They have seen a lot of milestones with Liam and we'll see everyone again in September.

Wednesday, April 22, 2009

Mr Cab Driver...

* Please note this blog post has swearing in it. It has to, because that's what makes it funny *

Today my inlaws took Liam out for the afternoon so I thought I'd pop down to Surry Hills to run a few errands and get my nails done.

After waiting longer than I should for the bus, I decided to hail a cab.

This is what my cab driver looked like:



Remember the car parking attendant from Ferris Buellers Day Off? I am sure this guy was driving the cab today except he was Australian and had a penchant for Indian/American Turquiose accessories.

Nearing Crown Street I mentioned something about the weather Sydney was having and at that second a massive downpour came down.

Our conversation turned to real estate in Sydney. It seems whenever you talk to a stranger in Sydney, next to the weather, real estate is the next topic of choice.

Mr Cab Driver: 'Sydney is faaaarkkked. Its the Olympics that did it, pushed the price of everything up'.

Me: 'You reckon? That's interesting'.

Mr Cab Driver: 'Love, forget about the 1960's great Australian dream. Having a backyard is over rated. We had our first son in a flat for the first 18 months of his life. The bloody kid nearly climbed out the window and we were on the third floor. Mongrel child'.

Me: 'Fabulous - we live on the third floor with a five month old, but we plan to move back to Perth soon'.

Mr Cab Driver: 'Get the farrrkkkk out of there. Go back to Perf (Perth, but he pronounced it as Perf). I have three sons. Farrrkkkin meatheads...the lot of them. Kids eh?'

I paid my money to Mr Cab Driver. I actually really liked him. No bullshit and excellent use of the F word.

Tells it how he see's it.


Tuesday, April 21, 2009

What not to wear


Yesterday I was rifling through my wardrobe and thought 'I have nothing to wear'. The weather in Sydney has been on the chilly side this week and it got me thinking about how I have no winter clothes at all.

Last winter I was pregnant and still working. A pair of black maternity trousers, various tops/shirts/jackets and flat shoes got me through the working day. On the weekends it was trackie pants and a pair of maternity jeans with the various tops I used to wear to work. What was the point of spending money on myself when I had all this cute baby stuff to buy?

On closer inspection of Liam's wardrobe last night, I found out he has 6 pairs of jeans. 1 pair is Esprit for gods sake. Even Richard and I don't have Esprit jeans.

I haven't been stimulated with the Rudd Bucks yet. So I decided layby was the most sensible option.

I took myself off to Target and went shopping.

The thing is, now I have Liam who is sneezing and spewing pumpkin over me at a very fast rate, I am going through as many outfit changes as he is.

I consultanted my oracles 'Susannah and Trinny' (I love the colours Susannah is wearing above). I have two of their books and they have a section on how to dress as a mum with a baby.

They suggested white converse sneakers with a good pair of dark denims. A funky belt, multi coloured tee and a mid length multi coloured coat was a good starting point.

So today I bought:

1 x pair of dark denims

1 x pair of black cord jeans

1 x pair of brown cord jeans

1 x mid length trench coat in a latte colour

1 x pair of black boots

4 x long sleeve tops in cream, white, grey marle and dark brown

It all seems a bit blah colour wise but I intend to funk it up a bit. I've found Ebay is fantastic for buying clothes too so I'll bulk it up a bit there.

If you're a mum, did you find your wardrobe changed after having a baby?


Saturday, April 18, 2009

Motherhood

Here is a passage from my favourite book 'Recipes for a Perfect Marriage' by Kate Kerrigan about motherhood...

"Watching someone you love grow is both pleasure and pain. Each new phase - crawling, walking, talking - brings shouts of pride, but with each comes the mourning of the phase gone past.

Time is impatient to take your child from you. So you learn that each moment is precious and that life is an inevitable clock. The pleasure of rearing a child is just a prelude to the pain of letting them go, and it is anticipated with an ache, every day of their small lives.

No matter what wisdom or tricks for happiness you learn, a mother worries every day of her life for her child. A wise one will pretend to let them go to keep them, but its just a sweet and sensible lie. Motherhood is a sweet, sweet suffering; a joy today is marked by fear for tomorrow and a craving for yesterday.

The only cure is to have another child".

I love being a mother so much. But the above rings so true, how fast does it go?

With that in mind, I promised myself to take more pictures of Liam. Can you believe he is 5 months next Friday? Where does the time go?















Thursday, April 16, 2009

Have a little faith...


While my inlaws have been here, we have been going to church with them on Sunday mornings.

We go to a 9.30am mass in Coogee. The church is beautiful and sits on top of a hill overlooking the beach.

I did go to a Catholic high school and chose to do my Holy Communion at 13. I was also baptised when I was about 6 weeks old although my brothers didn't get baptised. I do say a little prayer from time to time and attend church mainly at Christmas, or the day before I went into hospital to have Liam. Richard and I decided to get married in a Catholic Church too.

I could get into a big discussion about Catholicism as I think it has a lot to answer for, but to me religion is about faith and I think you can follow a religion, but if you don't have faith in it, what is the point?

So although I am not an avid church go-er per sae, I have enjoyed my last few Sundays in Coogee. What impresses me is Father Terry who is the Parish Priest.

Father Terry is very approachable. I ran into him at the pub one weekend and even bought him a beer. I also saw him at the Grocers in Randwick yesterday and we had a discussion about baby poo if you can believe it! He greets you like an old friend and I almost forget he is a priest. Whenever I think of the Fathers or Brothers that taught me at High School I start to shudder. I was terrified of them and to me they looked bloody miserable.

I think Father Terry's gift is his down to earth nature. If he wants people to join his parish, he is aware of what people are going through now and is at their level. I always listen to his sermons and take note of what he says. He speaks a lot of sense. He was wonderful with Liam during his christening where he cacked it big style...he was so patient with him.

I also think that going to mass on a Sunday lately has calmed me. Its a very reflective time where I can sit there and think about my family and friends and what is important in life. I love looking at all the kids in church. They look at Liam and smile at him or play peek-a-boo with me in the pews.

Father Terry always starts his mass by saying 'please take a moment to greet those around you'. In a busy city like Sydney, that hardly ever happens. But its such a beautiful way to start your day.




Wednesday, April 15, 2009

Families

As most of you who read my blog know, I have had my inlaws stay with us for the past two months. They are due to go home on the 25 April.

I admit I have found it very hard with a four month old thrown into the mix.

I guess we all have expectations of how things will be, and my expectations have been blown out of the water. I thought I'd be getting a little bit of help around the house, but as well as taking care of Liam, I've had to cook, clean and wash clothes for two extra people in our household. I've had extreme moments of frustration. Tears and tiredness. Wanting to bang my head very hard against the wall. I think I have been questioned on my parenting techniques a million times.

I'll reiterate that my inlaws are lovely people. They are not all bad. They are just very high maintenance.

I said yes to a 7 week visit because Richard loves his parents very much and misses them. He only gets to see them once every two years, although this year being the exception. I figure if he moved countries for me, 7 weeks was not a lot to ask for.

I guess the frustration I have with my inlaws is that things are not discussed. Nothing is ever confronted. They are dealing with a lot at the moment. An alcoholic relative who lives with them and trying to find their daughter that they had before they got married and due to their religion, decided to give her up for adoption. These things are not easy by any means.

However, this morning, it seems I broke a few walls down. The three of us had a talk about their daughter. They cried openly. They cried about how hard it is to have their son in a different country. How hard it is to have a grandchild live on the other side of the world. How Liam has bought up so many emotions and feelings for them about their daughter, it is too hard for them to comprehend.

I felt like I had made a breakthrough. I realised having a child and giving them the gift of being grandparents had further ingrained me into Richard's family, that maybe they were comfortable discussing things with me.

Becoming a part of a new family is something I find challenging about marriage. Heck, I'm still trying to work out why my own family are the way they are sometimes.

I guess you can't pick your family. I certainly didn't pick my inlaws. I don't know if you can pick the perfect inlaws.

Families will always have their moments. They will experience happiness and crisis and grief and wonderful milestones that are life's journey.

I've realised Richard and I are quite an independent couple. We got married and had a baby, but we did it on our own without any family around us. So there is not the mandatory Wednesday dinner at the parents house or having to attend a second cousin's birthday celebration. We live our life the way we want to.

I think maybe that's why I have found it so hard.

Monday, April 13, 2009

Happy Easter


I hope the sugar rush hasn't been too bad.

Happy Easter and love to all xxx

A little girl?

Motherhood is such a buzz. I love it. More than I expected to. I love the fact I have a little boy. I grew up surrounded by three brothers. Inside, I ached for a sister. I offered to pay mum when I was little. "Please have a sister for me Mum". When mum had her fourth pregnancy, I prayed hard. Mum had my little brother Richard instead.

So, inside of me, I know there is a little girl out there for me. There has to be. I look at my niece Charlie and if I could clone her I would be so happy.

Maybe in the next three years or so, there will be a little sister for Liam. But you never know what life brings you, so it was with much delight I read this fabulous article on the Daily Mail site (a UK paper). I hope you like it as much as I do:

All I have ever wanted was to have a girl. I have always felt - somewhere, somehow - that there was a girl waiting for me, waiting to be born from me, to be my girl.

When I first became pregnant 12 years ago, I assumed the baby I was carrying was a girl. It wasn't. Neither were the next two. But the one after that - well, there she was. My beautiful, round, shiny, baby girl.

That was two years ago and now everything in my life has changed, just not quite in the way I expected it to.

I thought having a baby girl would be a breeze. I have seen friends have girls and these children have all seemed to be amazingly lovely, easy going and well-behaved. I'll never forget getting a flight back from Crete with my friend Carrie. Her two girls, aged two and four, sat on their seats, ate their food, read some books and did some colouring, while Carrie read the newspapers.
My two youngest boys jumped up and down, kicked the back of the seat in front, tipped their food all over the floor, shouted, ran up and down the aisles and then screamed at me when I told them to stop. I ended up exhausted, vowing never to take them on a plane again.
I had spent so many years girl-watching, I was absolutely convinced my girl would not be like my sons. I was desperate to have a child who liked to read and draw, who could sit still for more than a nanosecond, who liked rifling through wardrobes of clothes and talking about horses and maybe got to wear something that wasn't made of nylon to bed.

I coveted White Company nightdresses covered in rosebuds and Mini Boden daisy-patterned skirts and tops.

I fantasised about sparkling shoes, pleated skirts and little swimming costumes with frills.

I imagined my girl relaxing with me in the garden looking at books together and gently communing with nature. I thought she might even like to do ballet and then I could deck her out in a tutu. What was I thinking?

What I didn't expect was to give birth to a biting, kicking, shouting, screaming, pinching monster. For my baby girl Ottoline is one of the loudest, most opinionated, most demanding children I have ever met.

She is like a full-force gale. As soon as she gets up in the morning (at 6am) she screams 'Muuummyyy!' as loudly as she possibly can, thus waking up her brothers.

She then demands they take her downstairs to our bedroom, where she leaps on me, pulls my hair and shouts 'Milk!' into my face.

Once I have got up and got myself together enough to go downstairs, she careers around at top speed demanding to watch DVDs of Postman Pat, Fireman Sam or Bagpuss.

If I don't meet her needs fast enough, she shouts and screams and has been known, in extreme circumstances, to sink her teeth into my nightgown in anger at my sluggishness.

This behaviour continues all day. She is louder than a police siren on full volume. It's 'Mummy this' and 'Mummy that', and she changes her mind all the time. She wants to eat a piece of cheese, no she doesn't, what she really wants is a banana, no it isn't, it's a bowl of soup, which she then pours down the T-shirt I have just managed to get on her.

She can't tell me what she wants, but gets beside herself when I do anything wrong. 'Nooo!' she shouts at me angrily when I choose the wrong top to put on her. She's a fiercely independent little thing. While the boys used to sit staring sweetly in front of me as I dressed them, she runs around spinning like a top as soon as she spots me looking for her vest.

Even when I manage to catch her - some feat - she makes it as difficult as she can for me to clothe her. 'Nooo!' she says as I try to grasp her, arms whirring, legs pumping, fists punching. She doesn't want to wear anything I choose for her.

Instead, she wants to wear something ridiculously inappropriate, such as a dress on a cold day, or one of her brother's cavernous T-shirts with dinosaurs or sharks on them. 'Ooo, me a boy!' she'll say happily as she puts it on.

She is, in fact, not like a boy at all. I used to manage to do the washing up and the laundry uninterrupted when my boys were small. I'd build them a train track or give them some pots and pans and a wooden spoon to bash them with and they'd sit happily while I tidied up.
Not my daughter. She wants constant interaction. If I'm washing up, she wants to wash up with me. In theory, I don't mind this; the problem is she is so proactive about it.
As soon as she sees me running the taps in the kitchen sink, she tears over and yells: 'Up! Up!' at me, while waving her arms.

I then find her a stool and she perches on that as she sinks her arms almost up to her shoulders in soapy water and proceeds to splash it all over the kitchen and herself.
Then she complains she is wet, so I change her clothes and the whole process happens all over again.

I can't do anything without her.

She likes to turn the washing machine on and then off and then on again. She likes to sit on the vacuum cleaner, so I have to drag it round the house.
She follows me up the stairs and down again, out into the garden and back to take the rubbish out. Every time I turn around, there she is, wanting me, waiting for me, expectant. If I put on a DVD for her, she'll sit there for barely a minute before she's up again.
She also likes to talk all the time, which I am totally unused to. The boys communicate only in grunts.

Me to my eldest son, aged 12: 'How are you today?'
Him: 'Grunt.' Me: 'Did you have a good time at school?'
Him: 'Grunt.' My daughter, however, talks nonstop. 'Hello!' she says to everyone in the supermarket. 'Hello, hello, hello.' She'll go on and on saying this until the poor unsuspecting shopper she is targeting turns round and replies to her.
Then, as they walk off, she'll start saying 'Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye' 20-plus times.

I was not expecting her to be like this and now I have started wondering why I thought she'd be quiet and serene.

When I talk to my friends about how feisty and opinionated my daughter is, they all roll their eyes and laugh. 'She's got three brothers,' they say. 'She has to be loud to be heard.' But her brothers all dote on her. She has them running hither and thither like servants. 'Give me milk!' she screams at 12-year-old Raymond at bedtime. Off he goes to the fridge to pour her a cup.
'Hot milk!' she yells when he returns armed with milk poured straight from the fridge.

If she sees Leonard, five, eating anything, she has to scoff it as well. 'Give me you carrot,' she'll say to him commandingly.

He usually capitulates. If he does not, she pulls his hair. When it comes to toys, especially four-year-old Jerry's, she just shrieks 'Mine!' at him and makes such a murderous face, he abandons the toy he was playing with and scarpers.

When I told one of my closest friends about my daughter's behaviour she laughed. She also did her 'I told you so' face.

She has three boys and a girl and when I was desperate to have a daughter she laughed and said: 'Be careful what you wish for. My daughter's been the trickiest by far.'
It has taught me something about children, though. It is impossible to know what they will be like.

Did I think I'd have a girl who had a dirty round face, loves playing with cars and has so much attitude she leaves me feeling positively faint-hearted? I did not.

For some reason - and I have no idea why I thought this - I imagined us rubbing along together in perfect female harmony. I did not expect to be battered down by her, like a weather-beaten ship in a storm.

Yet, of course, I totally love her. I am captivated by her childish confidence, by the fact she has so much to say about so many things.

I admire the fact she is so strong-willed - unless I am trying to persuade her to sit her in car seat, when she turns into a recalcitrant plank of wood, or put her nappy on, or get her dressed, or try to persuade her to leave the house or put her to bed or . . . shall I continue?
I like the fact she is sociable. She never shrinks away from anyone. She engages with everyone and everything. She is quick-witted and funny and fast but, goodness, can she be loud.
We were at a school assembly the other day. I was not the only mother there with a younger child and yet while all the other little children sat quietly on their mother's lap, my daughter insisted on standing on my knees, waving her hands in the air, dancing and yelling 'Hello, Lennie!' to her brother really loudly.

At first I thought she might stop. But she didn't. She just got louder and louder - 'Hello, Lennie! Hello, Jerry!' - until all the pupils in the school started giggling and we were asked to leave the room.

Later on, the headteacher came to mollify me. 'It's just because we couldn't hear the assembly,' he said. 'Your daughter is a bit on the noisy side.' I told him it was merely that she had a lot to say for herself.

Thank goodness for that, really. In a world where women need their voices to be heard, she stands a good chance. Who wants a walkover as a daughter?

She can stand up and be counted along with the rest of them. As for me, well, I wanted a quiet life. I wanted My Little Pony, Polly Pockets and Sylvanian Families.

I thought we'd spend our life brushing each other's hair and making daisy chains.
But no. We don't do that. We spend our days in a high- octane dash from one exciting thing to another.

We rarely stop or sit still. We talk away to each other all the time and we laugh and play and, after she eventually shuts up long enough to go to sleep, I end up in a frazzled, dishevelled heap on the floor.

'She's exhausting!' is how Raymond put it after he spent an evening playing with her. This involved him running up and down the stairs to tickle her feet through the banisters and then dancing with her for about half-an-hour.

'More, more, more!' she screamed at him when he finally had to admit defeat.
'One day Raymond, you'll meet a bright girl like her and for that you will be very grateful,' I said to him. He shook his head vehemently. But then his sister came up and gave him a sweet kiss. 'Ooh,' she said. 'Nice.'

He laughed. For that is how she is - naughty and nice, sweet and sour - and I wouldn't have her any other way. Just quieter, maybe.

Thursday, April 9, 2009

Don't you just hate it when...

You get into bidding wars on Ebay?

My sister in law taught me how to use Ebay properly and I can't help myself now.

These are the two items I am bidding on now, but I think I am going to have to bid them adieu.

One gorgeous Sass Bide vest. Its now up to $75.00. Richard would surely kill me. He said to me the other day 'why this sudden fascination with sequins lately Jo, you've just had Liam and surely he'll swallow the sequins if you're not careful'. He has a serious point.


And this Country Road dress. I'd like to team it with a cream long sleeved t-shirt underneath and chocolate brown flat boots with chunky bracelets:


This isn't my week I think :(



Wednesday, April 8, 2009

Tough times call for a bit of fun

One of Richard's mates Noel recently emailed him some photos of a trip he took to Italy to watch Ireland play in some football final. I tend to glaze over a bit when Richard starts talking about play offs and what division Ireland or Liverpool are in. I still can't believe that I am married to someone who could watch, talk and breathe sport 24/7. I wondered what Richard would be like when we moved to Australia.

Would he love AFL and support my beloved Fremantle Dockers? Would he like the Roosters? What about the cricket? He once told me that living in Australia is heaven for him due to the additional codes of sport. Lucky me eh?

Anyway, I am getting way off track.

I love this photo Noel sent through to him:




It seems so many people are so down about the state of the economy right now. And with good reason. So its always nice when you see people give it two fingers and just get on with enjoying themselves.

However, once Richard's parents go back home in 17 days (not that I am counting or anything), we are doing our 'winter hibernation'. This means making full use of Foxtel, the cleanskin wine section at Liquorland, buying our groceries in bulk and basically staying put at home with the munchkin, who provides us with hours of entertainment. We have some heavy duty saving to do.

Its easy to feel the effects of everything right now, but I think its fun trying to think of new ways to be frugal as well. What kind of things are you doing to save the moola?

Tuesday, April 7, 2009

A little walk in the neighbourhood


One of the things I love about being a stay at home mum at the moment is the number of things that I discover when I take Liam out for a walk in his pram. New cafe's popping up in Surry Hills, another doctor's surgery close to home and our local library - how I love Waterloo Library!

If you live in Sydney I am sure you have heard about Dank St in Waterloo. I have walked past it once pre-baby and now Liam is here, its a regular hangout.

Today I met my friend Viv and her baby boy Remy at Cafe Sopra which is at the top of Fratelli Fresh. Viv is a friend from work. She's 45 and Remy is her surprise baby. We had a lovely lunch today and everyone is so friendly there. Its not the most pram friendly place in the world, I had to lug the strider up the top of two flights of stairs, but its big and open and the staff are more than accomodating with high chairs and room to put the prams.

And the food is to die for. I love my food.

The best thing is there is a fresh food market underneath the cafe with all sorts of goodies and you could spend all day in there thinking about what sort of treats you could cook.

This morning I also went for a driving lesson. I haven't driven in 6 years due to living overseas and moving around and now Liam is here, I need my license back but because I got it in WA, I have to have a few lessons before I go for the NSW test. As much as I love walking everywhere with Liam, I can't wait to have my freedom and independence back.


Monday, April 6, 2009

A special day...


Yesterday we had Liam baptised.

It was such a beautiful day. It was something we did for Richard's parents as they won't be here in Australia to see Liam grow up, and we thought this was a special thing to do for them while they were here on holidays.

It was such a big day and poor little Liam was soooo tired at the end of it.

We had his christening with four other kids at a church in Coogee and there was another little boy called Liam who sat behind us. He was a twin and his sister was so cute.

Liam decided to lose it during the ceremony. His silk suit was a bit restrictive and he's a wriggly little man, so I had to race down the aisle and get a bottle for him.

It was such a special day. Saying that though, if Liam wants to shave his head and become a monk one day, I won't be offended. Religion and faith are such important beliefs and his may be different to his parents.

It just seemed to cement our little family and create another beautiful memory. I admit, we did shed a few tears.

Happy Christening Day Liam, we love you so so much.


xxx

Wednesday, April 1, 2009

Mummy breakdown

Sorry I have not been around a lot.

The inlaws are still here and will be for another 3 weeks. To be honest I am reaching my limit.

Yesterday we went shopping at Bondi Junction and in between negotiating lifts, two 65 year olds, a pram that I wasn't allowed to push and the maze that is that bloody shopping mall I lost it. I was so damn occupied trying to make sure that the both of them could find the shop they wanted for all their things that it was 3.15pm and I missed Liam's 3pm feed. His screaming practically silenced everyone in Westfields.

I, as a result, felt like a shit mother and burst into tears. I ended up sitting on a sofa in front of the three lifts feeding him, rocking him like a maniac over and over and apologising profusely to him while the inlaws watched me and asked me if I was post natally depressed.

I am pretty much over it. And I let Richard know it last night. He's taken them out to dinner tonight to have a chat to them.

This is our home. Our family unit. My son. My husband. I worked so hard for it and feel like its been taken away from me for 7 weeks. I want it back.