How did I spend the last days of our school holidays?
Combing nits out of my daughters hair!!
YUCK!
It's something I've been expecting and waiting for. Miss5 has long hair that's easily knotted and wavy.
I always thought she would be a prime candidate for nits so I'm surprised it's taken 5 and a half years for it to happen.
So when Miss 5 started scratching a few days before school went back I wasn't too surprised.
I had a look through her hair and saw a few eggs. Gross! Just to be sure I got mum to double check-working in a school she has WAY more knowledge than me when it comes to nits.
Yep it definitely was.
It was too late to go to the shops that night so there next afternoon off to the chemist we went.
Seriously has anyone been to the nit aisle in a chemist??? It's an entire aisle with a billion different products. I had no idea where to begin and clearly I looked lost because soon an assistant was helping me.
We used QuitNits. It came with a lotion to kill eggs and live nits, a preventative spray for daily use and one of the magic nit combs.
When I was little nit combs were metal and they hurt like hell. This one was plastic but I was still dreading using it expecting tears and tantrums like I used to when I got my hair combed.
The lotion needed to be left on for 4 hours and it was too late to start so I left it for the next day. Early next morning on went the lotion, I also had Mr3 and myself treated-just to be sure.
I washed all the sheets, pillow cases, towels etc.
4 hours later we washed it all out and I started combing Miss5's hair and WOW!!
Overnight all the eggs had hatched and there were now bloody millions of dead nits in her head. Combing through was disgusting, I was running the comb through her hair and having to wipe all the dead nits off on a tissue before I could comb again.
YUCK!
Thankfully it was only Miss5 that had nits, we seem to have escaped it with nothing.
We also explained to Miss5 that nits was not something you told other people about (because some mums get real thingy about it) and that she needed to leave her head alone.
Of course this worked well-first thing, first day back at school she started scratching her head and telling me her head was itchy in front of everyone!! Good one Kaitlyn! By that stage though all the nits were gone and the scratching was becoming out of habit. So it was embarrassing to then have to explain she had nits BUT that she had been treated and they were all gone.
So my first experience with nits. It was gross but a whole lot easier than I ever remember. I'm sure when I was little it took a lot more hard work-or maybe it just felt that way because I hated it so much.
Does this count as another milestone reached?
Wednesday, 30 April 2014
Tuesday, 29 April 2014
My Own Little 'Three-nager' (except she's 5)
Today was back to school for WA.
For the last two weeks I've dreamt of this day, literally!
This school holidays hasn't been the best. I'm now the size of a rhino with baby number 3 so outings were pretty slim.
Instead we stayed at home (which is now my mothers house, until bub comes along) painted, played games, watched movies and relaxed.
But no matter what we did the kids just DIDNT get along. They fought, they didn't share, they pulled each other's hair, pinched, punched, slammed doors and just generally didn't get along.
I was so frustrated that they were being so unfriendly towards each other. Normally they get along pretty good so this was extra annoying! I was constantly separating them to play by themselves (the only times they played nicely was when they were at opposite ends of the house)
And then today! Back to school! I was so happy, the kids needed some time apart from each other, I needed a break and they were keen to go back to school.
My happiness was soon shattered though. Miss 5 came home with the great attitude she picks up from school. I don't know who it is or where it comes from but whoever Miss 5 is playing with has the worst manners. She comes home from school with her hands on hips, shouting, speaking like a snotty little snob and then when I asked her to please speak nicely to me she yells "fine I don't want to talk to you anyway" the friends that I know about all have beautiful manners, so I'm thinking there is another person she plays with that doesn't get a mention but obviously makes a big influence on her attitude.
So what's worse? Two kids constantly fighting or one coming home from school with a worse attitude than most teenagers? You tell me!!
Does anyone else's daughter (or son) come home from school with a bad attitude? Do they pick up and copy some of the worst behaviours? Or are your kids personalities the same when at home as when they have been to school?
Usually Miss5 is a lot more pleasant...and then she goes to school and goes all 'psycho teenager' on me!!
Please tell me I'm not alone!!!
For the last two weeks I've dreamt of this day, literally!
This school holidays hasn't been the best. I'm now the size of a rhino with baby number 3 so outings were pretty slim.
Instead we stayed at home (which is now my mothers house, until bub comes along) painted, played games, watched movies and relaxed.
But no matter what we did the kids just DIDNT get along. They fought, they didn't share, they pulled each other's hair, pinched, punched, slammed doors and just generally didn't get along.
I was so frustrated that they were being so unfriendly towards each other. Normally they get along pretty good so this was extra annoying! I was constantly separating them to play by themselves (the only times they played nicely was when they were at opposite ends of the house)
And then today! Back to school! I was so happy, the kids needed some time apart from each other, I needed a break and they were keen to go back to school.
My happiness was soon shattered though. Miss 5 came home with the great attitude she picks up from school. I don't know who it is or where it comes from but whoever Miss 5 is playing with has the worst manners. She comes home from school with her hands on hips, shouting, speaking like a snotty little snob and then when I asked her to please speak nicely to me she yells "fine I don't want to talk to you anyway" the friends that I know about all have beautiful manners, so I'm thinking there is another person she plays with that doesn't get a mention but obviously makes a big influence on her attitude.
So what's worse? Two kids constantly fighting or one coming home from school with a worse attitude than most teenagers? You tell me!!
Does anyone else's daughter (or son) come home from school with a bad attitude? Do they pick up and copy some of the worst behaviours? Or are your kids personalities the same when at home as when they have been to school?
Usually Miss5 is a lot more pleasant...and then she goes to school and goes all 'psycho teenager' on me!!
Please tell me I'm not alone!!!
Monday, 28 April 2014
3 Going On 4. . .
On Friday I spent a rather enjoyable day with Mr 3 snuggled up in bed planning his birthday party for next month.
I LOVE the kids birthdays and I LOVE having birthday parties for them. I've always let them have as much say as possible in who they would like, the theme they would like and of course the all important birthday cake!!
This year my little country bumpkin has decided he wants a cow boy themed dress up party.
I think I'm more excited about this theme than he is.
So we snuggled on down with the iPad and looked at hundreds of pictures of cakes, invitations, games and funky decorations. Mr 3 seems to have higher hopes for my creative ability than I do-but hey what's a birthday party without a good challenge.
After Miss5's party last year, where we ended up with 7 extra uninvited kids, hardly any rsvps (but lots of kids) and a very worn out mummy, who changed the menu only days before the party I've decided to keep things a little more simple this time. Although I must admit in November I was 8 weeks pregnant and right in the middle of my severe morning sickness/all day nausea and planning and cooking for 50 people wasn't really on my to do list. The food and prep for this party will be a lot simpler but I hope just as fantastic as all our other parties.
Also for Mr3's birthday I'm only allowing him to invite a few people from his class. For my daughters 4th and 5th birthdays we invited the whole class, which was wonderful as she had an amazing group of kids who were ALL friends and all the parents got along really well.
This year they both have, let's say, interesting classes. Including a fantastic crack addict looking mum in Mr3's class and a bully that constantly picks on, and has twice bitten my daughter!
In some ways I feel very unfair, allowing my daughter to have the entire class while Mr3 only has 5 friends from school. I try to always be as fair as possible with both my kids allowing them the same privileges at the same ages.
I even talked to my husband about it, but we just agreed that Miss5 was extremely blessed to have an amazing group of kids and unfortunately Mr3 just doesn't have that same dynamic in his class this year. And I don't want to open up my house to a group of people I don't feel comfortable with.
Mr3 being our easy going, laid back little boy has absolutely no idea that he's got a smaller invite list than his sister has had, he seems perfectly happy with the 3 little boys and 2 girls he has chosen for his party. Plus the usual family and friends. It should be a nice sized party and hopefully take a pile of stress away from me.
And for now? It's back to Pinterest to keep browsing thhere cowboy/farm themed party and cake ideas! Gosh I love Pinterest. . .
I LOVE the kids birthdays and I LOVE having birthday parties for them. I've always let them have as much say as possible in who they would like, the theme they would like and of course the all important birthday cake!!
This year my little country bumpkin has decided he wants a cow boy themed dress up party.
I think I'm more excited about this theme than he is.
So we snuggled on down with the iPad and looked at hundreds of pictures of cakes, invitations, games and funky decorations. Mr 3 seems to have higher hopes for my creative ability than I do-but hey what's a birthday party without a good challenge.
After Miss5's party last year, where we ended up with 7 extra uninvited kids, hardly any rsvps (but lots of kids) and a very worn out mummy, who changed the menu only days before the party I've decided to keep things a little more simple this time. Although I must admit in November I was 8 weeks pregnant and right in the middle of my severe morning sickness/all day nausea and planning and cooking for 50 people wasn't really on my to do list. The food and prep for this party will be a lot simpler but I hope just as fantastic as all our other parties.
Also for Mr3's birthday I'm only allowing him to invite a few people from his class. For my daughters 4th and 5th birthdays we invited the whole class, which was wonderful as she had an amazing group of kids who were ALL friends and all the parents got along really well.
This year they both have, let's say, interesting classes. Including a fantastic crack addict looking mum in Mr3's class and a bully that constantly picks on, and has twice bitten my daughter!
In some ways I feel very unfair, allowing my daughter to have the entire class while Mr3 only has 5 friends from school. I try to always be as fair as possible with both my kids allowing them the same privileges at the same ages.
I even talked to my husband about it, but we just agreed that Miss5 was extremely blessed to have an amazing group of kids and unfortunately Mr3 just doesn't have that same dynamic in his class this year. And I don't want to open up my house to a group of people I don't feel comfortable with.
Mr3 being our easy going, laid back little boy has absolutely no idea that he's got a smaller invite list than his sister has had, he seems perfectly happy with the 3 little boys and 2 girls he has chosen for his party. Plus the usual family and friends. It should be a nice sized party and hopefully take a pile of stress away from me.
And for now? It's back to Pinterest to keep browsing thhere cowboy/farm themed party and cake ideas! Gosh I love Pinterest. . .
Friday, 25 April 2014
Our Tooth Fairy Has Her Work Cut Out For Her
We are making our tooth fairy work hard!
Miss5's tooth fell out-at 4:30am mind you!!! And she's swallowed the bloody thing!
I'm actually quite devastated, I wanted to keep her first tooth, I've got her first lock of hair now I need a tooth!
I haven't told her she swallowed it, she's terrified enough at her gappy smile:-)
So 4:30am saw me sneaking around the house (with the creaky floorboards) with a torch searching for a tooth. After a good 10 minute search I came to the conclusion that she swallowed it.
Although this morning we noticed that the tooth just next door is wobbly too!!!! This time I will pull the tooth out myself if I have to, I'm not missing out on her first two teeth:-).
Tonight before bed, has found us sitting at the kitchen table writing a letter to the tooth fairy, to explain that the tooth is missing. Miss5 thinks the tooth fairy will need to have a good look to find her tooth-trust me she had a REALLY good look!
Before sneaking in to her room I had mum write a return note from the Tooth Fairy. I learnt my lesson at Christmas when Miss5 made a comment about Santa's handwriting. . . Oops
And now I get the task of sneaking around this creaky floored house tonight and try swap the note for a bloody coin. With Miss5 on high alert I highly doubt I will have much success-wish me luck!!
Miss5's tooth fell out-at 4:30am mind you!!! And she's swallowed the bloody thing!
I'm actually quite devastated, I wanted to keep her first tooth, I've got her first lock of hair now I need a tooth!
I haven't told her she swallowed it, she's terrified enough at her gappy smile:-)
So 4:30am saw me sneaking around the house (with the creaky floorboards) with a torch searching for a tooth. After a good 10 minute search I came to the conclusion that she swallowed it.
Although this morning we noticed that the tooth just next door is wobbly too!!!! This time I will pull the tooth out myself if I have to, I'm not missing out on her first two teeth:-).
Tonight before bed, has found us sitting at the kitchen table writing a letter to the tooth fairy, to explain that the tooth is missing. Miss5 thinks the tooth fairy will need to have a good look to find her tooth-trust me she had a REALLY good look!
Before sneaking in to her room I had mum write a return note from the Tooth Fairy. I learnt my lesson at Christmas when Miss5 made a comment about Santa's handwriting. . . Oops
And now I get the task of sneaking around this creaky floored house tonight and try swap the note for a bloody coin. With Miss5 on high alert I highly doubt I will have much success-wish me luck!!
Thursday, 24 April 2014
Miss Independent . . .
According to a new study 1 in 5 Australians are RELYING on their parents to buy them a new home.
Seriously; RELYING on their parents. As if they ask and they shall receive.
This topic is something that really pushes my buttons.
Hubby and I seem to be doing things the 'old school' way. Marriage, family, rental house and save up to buy a house. Started out with fairly average cars and slowly building our way up. Filled our first house with second, third or fourth hand cheap furniture and slowly we are saving up and buying what we WANT instead of the bare essentials.
Why do people feel so entitled these days???!!! Yes I'm part of that generation. I'm only 24 years old. But I find the ONLY way to get what you want and to feel any kind of sense of accomplishment is to work hard and do it yourself.
Your parents have spent their entire lives working hard, putting in the time, effort, blood, sweat and tears to build their dream home or get their dream car, have nice things in their house, be able to retire comfortably. Or to blow all your "inheritance" and travel. WHY do 1 in 5 Aussies feel like their parents SHOULD be buying them a house?
What happened to working hard for yourself. Why does everything have to happen immediately?
We live in such a backwards society.
We are told that we should have our dream house as our first house. Our first car should be our dream car. Gone are the days of p platers driving around in little 2 door hatchbacks with noisy mufflers and peeling paint. These days they are driving around in brand new v8's, fancy 4wd's, super fast Japanese imports.
It used to be-start out renting, then buy a small house, slowly moving up the ladder until by retirement age you were living in your dream house with a few of life's little luxuries. Those people worked hard, they felt like they deserved their fancy house and car because they put in their hard work.
Why is everyone so scared of working hard these days? Why are people that rent treated like trash?
Over the years we have copped an enormous amount of bullshit from the people in our lives for renting a house. "Buy now while your young"
"stop spending money on holidays, save up for a house"
"You will never get anywhere unless you buy a house"
"Why spend a few grand on getting married, you should be putting that towards a house"
"Your friends can all afford a house, why can't you?"
Trust me we have heard it all, we've lived with the bullshit that comes from renting. And I'll tell you why our friends can 'afford' a house and we can't; they are the one in five relying on their parents; they have parents co-signing their mortgages, parents who put up the 10%deposit, they brought their house way before children came into their lives, having two incomes and no kids surely gets you a lot more than one income and two kids!
It's hard! I get that! Having parental help is great, I'm glad those people think their parents can help them out.
But I will NEVER ask my mum, dad or in-laws to co-sign a loan for hundreds of thousands of dollars.
What happens if you or your partner are seriously injured and can't work? Your parents have to take over the loan. What happens if you decide to be a stay at home mum while your husband works-accidentally skip a mortgage payment, have an irregular income and skip a payment? Your parents are left to pick up the pieces and is that really fair on them??
I will never understand why so many people feel so entitled to things that haven't worked towards. My husband and I have worked for everything we have done over the last 7 years together. And we will continue to work hard and build our way up to our dream for the rest of our lives. We still don't have fancy furniture or the best brand of everything. And that's fine by us, we are comfortable living our lives the way we do. But it's not fair of those 1 in 5 people to look down on us for choosing to work for what we want, instead of putting the pressure on our parents to provide for us.
One day we will own our own house. And it will be a dream come true-but until then we will continue to live our lives. We will have family holidays, because we are making memories with our children, we refuse to sit home and do nothing all so we can own a home right now. We will never regret spending a few grand on our wedding instead of a deposit for a home. Marriage is important to us. These days we are told that owning a home is more important and gives you a greater standing in society than being married-we disagree.
Why do people care so much about what others think? We all do it. Even my husband and I do. Just the other day we were discussing that very topic-we've chosen to buy a new car, as our old one is dying and we know exactly what people will say to us "why are you buying a new car, you should be buying a house" well to those people I say "piss off!!!" We have had enough of being judged. So what we don't own a home, that DOES NOT make us trash, cheap, unimportant or less of a person than you. Our worth as human beings should not be judged on what we own, but who we are. Because in the end we don't get to take a fancy house and car when we leave this life. But the memories we make and the people we were and the people who's lives we have impacted will be left behind for those to remember us by. Would you rather people say "they were poor as church mice but my god what amazing people they had and an amazing life they lead" or "they never worked a day in their lives, but at least their house was fancy-thanks to their parents"
And to those 1 in 5 Australians-congratulations for getting everything you ever wanted without working for it. I hope one day you will do something that you can be proud of and say "I worked hard and I reached my goal" and I hope your parents don't live to regret their decision.
Seriously; RELYING on their parents. As if they ask and they shall receive.
This topic is something that really pushes my buttons.
Hubby and I seem to be doing things the 'old school' way. Marriage, family, rental house and save up to buy a house. Started out with fairly average cars and slowly building our way up. Filled our first house with second, third or fourth hand cheap furniture and slowly we are saving up and buying what we WANT instead of the bare essentials.
Why do people feel so entitled these days???!!! Yes I'm part of that generation. I'm only 24 years old. But I find the ONLY way to get what you want and to feel any kind of sense of accomplishment is to work hard and do it yourself.
Your parents have spent their entire lives working hard, putting in the time, effort, blood, sweat and tears to build their dream home or get their dream car, have nice things in their house, be able to retire comfortably. Or to blow all your "inheritance" and travel. WHY do 1 in 5 Aussies feel like their parents SHOULD be buying them a house?
What happened to working hard for yourself. Why does everything have to happen immediately?
We live in such a backwards society.
We are told that we should have our dream house as our first house. Our first car should be our dream car. Gone are the days of p platers driving around in little 2 door hatchbacks with noisy mufflers and peeling paint. These days they are driving around in brand new v8's, fancy 4wd's, super fast Japanese imports.
It used to be-start out renting, then buy a small house, slowly moving up the ladder until by retirement age you were living in your dream house with a few of life's little luxuries. Those people worked hard, they felt like they deserved their fancy house and car because they put in their hard work.
Why is everyone so scared of working hard these days? Why are people that rent treated like trash?
Over the years we have copped an enormous amount of bullshit from the people in our lives for renting a house. "Buy now while your young"
"stop spending money on holidays, save up for a house"
"You will never get anywhere unless you buy a house"
"Why spend a few grand on getting married, you should be putting that towards a house"
"Your friends can all afford a house, why can't you?"
Trust me we have heard it all, we've lived with the bullshit that comes from renting. And I'll tell you why our friends can 'afford' a house and we can't; they are the one in five relying on their parents; they have parents co-signing their mortgages, parents who put up the 10%deposit, they brought their house way before children came into their lives, having two incomes and no kids surely gets you a lot more than one income and two kids!
It's hard! I get that! Having parental help is great, I'm glad those people think their parents can help them out.
But I will NEVER ask my mum, dad or in-laws to co-sign a loan for hundreds of thousands of dollars.
What happens if you or your partner are seriously injured and can't work? Your parents have to take over the loan. What happens if you decide to be a stay at home mum while your husband works-accidentally skip a mortgage payment, have an irregular income and skip a payment? Your parents are left to pick up the pieces and is that really fair on them??
I will never understand why so many people feel so entitled to things that haven't worked towards. My husband and I have worked for everything we have done over the last 7 years together. And we will continue to work hard and build our way up to our dream for the rest of our lives. We still don't have fancy furniture or the best brand of everything. And that's fine by us, we are comfortable living our lives the way we do. But it's not fair of those 1 in 5 people to look down on us for choosing to work for what we want, instead of putting the pressure on our parents to provide for us.
One day we will own our own house. And it will be a dream come true-but until then we will continue to live our lives. We will have family holidays, because we are making memories with our children, we refuse to sit home and do nothing all so we can own a home right now. We will never regret spending a few grand on our wedding instead of a deposit for a home. Marriage is important to us. These days we are told that owning a home is more important and gives you a greater standing in society than being married-we disagree.
Why do people care so much about what others think? We all do it. Even my husband and I do. Just the other day we were discussing that very topic-we've chosen to buy a new car, as our old one is dying and we know exactly what people will say to us "why are you buying a new car, you should be buying a house" well to those people I say "piss off!!!" We have had enough of being judged. So what we don't own a home, that DOES NOT make us trash, cheap, unimportant or less of a person than you. Our worth as human beings should not be judged on what we own, but who we are. Because in the end we don't get to take a fancy house and car when we leave this life. But the memories we make and the people we were and the people who's lives we have impacted will be left behind for those to remember us by. Would you rather people say "they were poor as church mice but my god what amazing people they had and an amazing life they lead" or "they never worked a day in their lives, but at least their house was fancy-thanks to their parents"
And to those 1 in 5 Australians-congratulations for getting everything you ever wanted without working for it. I hope one day you will do something that you can be proud of and say "I worked hard and I reached my goal" and I hope your parents don't live to regret their decision.
Wednesday, 23 April 2014
Another late night adventure.
On Easter Sunday mum, the kids and I all ventured to the Rio Tinto Naturescape park in Kings Park.
We packed a small picnic and had a blast, the kids running through the bush and playing in the water.
That night I noticed Mr3 had a couple tiny pimple sized bites on his back. Not thinking anything of it I sent him to bed.
Looking at Miss5 she had a MASSIVE bite on her back. It was literally the size of an egg, she looked like she had grown a third stumpy arm. It wasn't bothering her so off to bed she went too.
The next day Miss5's bite had shrunk and still wasn't bothering her so that was good.
But Mr3's bites were growing and I had now counted 7 bites all over his back. He was also trying to scratch, or more like rip his back off!
Thankfully he couldn't reach his back so mostly it just looked like he was doing a funny shoulder wiggle.
By Monday night however his bites were even bigger, there were 9 that I could count and there was one that looked like it was turning into a bruise and a couple others had green heads on them. They actually looked pretty gross.
So at 6:35pm we decided it was time to go to a dr.
We drove to the local after hours gp-closed!
I called a couple others-closed!
The only other dr was at the hospital. So off we went.
Surprisingly it didn't take us long to get through-but by now I was missing out on My Kitchen Rules :-(
The dr looked at his bites, took photos and took his obs.
Basically we don't do things the normal way, not only were his bites gross but his heart rate was low and his temperature was also quite low. So we waited while the dr checked his notes.
The low heart rate turned out to be fine-must be something to do with him having heart surgery. His temperature was of no concern cos he seemed fine. But the bites were still a bit too gross.
Turns out that Mr3 was having a pretty bad reaction to whatever bit him and infection was already setting in! Eww no wonder they looked green!
A bottle of antibiotics and we were sent on our way home.
Bites are still super itchy, and slightly gross looking but slowly they are getting better.
By the time we got home I had completely missed My Kitchen Rules and because I went straight to bed I forgot all about watching Revenge :-( oh the things you sacrifice when your a mother. . .
Why do all our adventures end in a trip to the dr???
We packed a small picnic and had a blast, the kids running through the bush and playing in the water.
That night I noticed Mr3 had a couple tiny pimple sized bites on his back. Not thinking anything of it I sent him to bed.
Looking at Miss5 she had a MASSIVE bite on her back. It was literally the size of an egg, she looked like she had grown a third stumpy arm. It wasn't bothering her so off to bed she went too.
The next day Miss5's bite had shrunk and still wasn't bothering her so that was good.
But Mr3's bites were growing and I had now counted 7 bites all over his back. He was also trying to scratch, or more like rip his back off!
Thankfully he couldn't reach his back so mostly it just looked like he was doing a funny shoulder wiggle.
By Monday night however his bites were even bigger, there were 9 that I could count and there was one that looked like it was turning into a bruise and a couple others had green heads on them. They actually looked pretty gross.
So at 6:35pm we decided it was time to go to a dr.
We drove to the local after hours gp-closed!
I called a couple others-closed!
The only other dr was at the hospital. So off we went.
Surprisingly it didn't take us long to get through-but by now I was missing out on My Kitchen Rules :-(
The dr looked at his bites, took photos and took his obs.
Basically we don't do things the normal way, not only were his bites gross but his heart rate was low and his temperature was also quite low. So we waited while the dr checked his notes.
The low heart rate turned out to be fine-must be something to do with him having heart surgery. His temperature was of no concern cos he seemed fine. But the bites were still a bit too gross.
Turns out that Mr3 was having a pretty bad reaction to whatever bit him and infection was already setting in! Eww no wonder they looked green!
A bottle of antibiotics and we were sent on our way home.
Bites are still super itchy, and slightly gross looking but slowly they are getting better.
By the time we got home I had completely missed My Kitchen Rules and because I went straight to bed I forgot all about watching Revenge :-( oh the things you sacrifice when your a mother. . .
Why do all our adventures end in a trip to the dr???
Tuesday, 22 April 2014
And The Lies Continue . . .
As your kids grow up and get a bit older they slow down on reaching milestones every second week.
They have learnt to sit, crawl, walk, talk, run. They've had their first tooth, first day of school, first haircut, first pee on the potty and in the case of our little family; first concussion and first hospital visit.
You've watched them grow and mature and celebrated every little moment. But all of a sudden the milestones start to slow down. It's a lot longer between reaching new milestones and usually the celebration of each milestone has turned from a full blown party with treats all round to a congratulatory nod of the head, smile and perhaps a cuddle.
Well today my beautiful Miss5 has finally made it to her next mile stone. FIRST WOBBLY TOOTH!!
This was a pretty exciting one for us, she's spent days, weeks and months hoping for a tooth to fall out. She's longed for her new adult teeth and has even stopped brushing her teeth properly on occasions in the hope her teeth will fall out. (A lesson I learnt the hard way. Note to all parents when you tell your kid "if you don't brush your teeth properly they will all fall out" it might be what they are aiming for!)
This morning after inspecting her teeth, I noticed they were still a bit gross so I grabbed her brush to give them a good scrub. As I was scrubbing away I saw one of her teeth pointing in a different direction. A oh!! I thought her tooth was weird, then I noticed the wobble.
"Guess what? You have your first wobbly tooth" I proudly told Miss5
"YIPPEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!" The scream was enough to wake the dead.
Excited doesn't even begin to describe how happy my girl was. She jumped and screamed and of course had to see for herself the wobbly tooth.
We even had to make a special phone call to daddy while he was working to tell him the good news.
"What happens when a tooth falls out?" I asked Miss 5 with a big smile
"You get an adult tooth!" She screamed.
I was thinking more along the lines of the tooth fairy visiting. I thought I might get away with that one, until my husband told her the tooth fairy comes and leaves money...now I'm in the shit-I have to make sure I have a gold coin ready for when this tooth comes out! And I have to do the whole tooth fairy thing. I've never been one to go for Santa, The Easter Bunny or The Tooth Fairy much, however both my kids have obviously heard of them and are totally into the whole idea....I guess the lies will continue for now. :-)
She's been walking around all day today smiling and using her tongue to wiggle her tooth. It started out only a tiny bit wobbly but the amount she's been playing with it I'm surprised it's still in there!!
I must admit I'm pretty surprised and happy about this milestone too. It feels like forever since the kids have reached any MAJOR milestones so it's pretty cool :-)
They have learnt to sit, crawl, walk, talk, run. They've had their first tooth, first day of school, first haircut, first pee on the potty and in the case of our little family; first concussion and first hospital visit.
You've watched them grow and mature and celebrated every little moment. But all of a sudden the milestones start to slow down. It's a lot longer between reaching new milestones and usually the celebration of each milestone has turned from a full blown party with treats all round to a congratulatory nod of the head, smile and perhaps a cuddle.
Well today my beautiful Miss5 has finally made it to her next mile stone. FIRST WOBBLY TOOTH!!
This was a pretty exciting one for us, she's spent days, weeks and months hoping for a tooth to fall out. She's longed for her new adult teeth and has even stopped brushing her teeth properly on occasions in the hope her teeth will fall out. (A lesson I learnt the hard way. Note to all parents when you tell your kid "if you don't brush your teeth properly they will all fall out" it might be what they are aiming for!)
This morning after inspecting her teeth, I noticed they were still a bit gross so I grabbed her brush to give them a good scrub. As I was scrubbing away I saw one of her teeth pointing in a different direction. A oh!! I thought her tooth was weird, then I noticed the wobble.
"Guess what? You have your first wobbly tooth" I proudly told Miss5
"YIPPEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!" The scream was enough to wake the dead.
Excited doesn't even begin to describe how happy my girl was. She jumped and screamed and of course had to see for herself the wobbly tooth.
We even had to make a special phone call to daddy while he was working to tell him the good news.
"What happens when a tooth falls out?" I asked Miss 5 with a big smile
"You get an adult tooth!" She screamed.
I was thinking more along the lines of the tooth fairy visiting. I thought I might get away with that one, until my husband told her the tooth fairy comes and leaves money...now I'm in the shit-I have to make sure I have a gold coin ready for when this tooth comes out! And I have to do the whole tooth fairy thing. I've never been one to go for Santa, The Easter Bunny or The Tooth Fairy much, however both my kids have obviously heard of them and are totally into the whole idea....I guess the lies will continue for now. :-)
She's been walking around all day today smiling and using her tongue to wiggle her tooth. It started out only a tiny bit wobbly but the amount she's been playing with it I'm surprised it's still in there!!
I must admit I'm pretty surprised and happy about this milestone too. It feels like forever since the kids have reached any MAJOR milestones so it's pretty cool :-)
Monday, 14 April 2014
2 Kids 1 Room-What Was I Thinking??!!!
My children have never shared a room before. We have always lived in a house big enough for everyone to have their own space.
Since moving into my mums house (while we await the arrival of number 3, before permanently moving to Tom Price) Miss5 and Mr3 have had to share a room.
I've heard stories of siblings sharing rooms and staying up till all hours talking. However my kids have always been good sleepers and big sleepers so I thought we would get away without too much drama.
I was clearly delusional.
The first night it took over 2 hours for them to fall asleep. And they started being stupid about this new toilet training routine. Miss5 would go to the toilet, then call out to her brother who would join her in the toilet, they would watch each other pee, giggle inappropriately and then wash their hands together-making as much mess and noise as possible. And they would get up 5 or 6 times an hour. Then in the morning they were awake by 5am doing the same thing.
The second night took just 45 mins for them to fall asleep. My two are used to sleeping 12 hour nights (since birth almost) so being awake so much was hard. It totally gave me a false sense of security though, I thought wow it's gone from 2 hours to 45 minutes in 1 night-that's good! But 5am the next day there they were again being silly with each other and coming and going from our bedrooms.
We are up to just over a week now and while they are going to sleep fairly easily at night time they are still up early about 6:30am.
I think I've figured it out though. Mr3 usually wakes at about 6-6:30 every morning and that's his quiet time. He usually sings songs while he waits for us to get him up, however now he wakes his sister up and they spend that usually nice hour, running amok through the house.
They are both extremely tired all the time at the moment, but thankfully it's just started school holidays. Maybe in another 2 weeks they will be sleeping later in the mornings.
When they first started playing up at night time mum suggested that one kid shares a room with an adult. However when we move to Tom Price they will also need to share a bedroom as all the company supplied houses are 3bedroom houses. So this is good practice for when we up there. They will need to get used to it and learn to get a good nights sleep with each other.
I really hope they learn it sooner rather than later-we are all exhausted. I was looking forward to the holidays for the 8am sleep-ins the kids gave me last holidays. I dont think that's going to happen this holidays though.
Since moving into my mums house (while we await the arrival of number 3, before permanently moving to Tom Price) Miss5 and Mr3 have had to share a room.
I've heard stories of siblings sharing rooms and staying up till all hours talking. However my kids have always been good sleepers and big sleepers so I thought we would get away without too much drama.
I was clearly delusional.
The first night it took over 2 hours for them to fall asleep. And they started being stupid about this new toilet training routine. Miss5 would go to the toilet, then call out to her brother who would join her in the toilet, they would watch each other pee, giggle inappropriately and then wash their hands together-making as much mess and noise as possible. And they would get up 5 or 6 times an hour. Then in the morning they were awake by 5am doing the same thing.
The second night took just 45 mins for them to fall asleep. My two are used to sleeping 12 hour nights (since birth almost) so being awake so much was hard. It totally gave me a false sense of security though, I thought wow it's gone from 2 hours to 45 minutes in 1 night-that's good! But 5am the next day there they were again being silly with each other and coming and going from our bedrooms.
We are up to just over a week now and while they are going to sleep fairly easily at night time they are still up early about 6:30am.
I think I've figured it out though. Mr3 usually wakes at about 6-6:30 every morning and that's his quiet time. He usually sings songs while he waits for us to get him up, however now he wakes his sister up and they spend that usually nice hour, running amok through the house.
They are both extremely tired all the time at the moment, but thankfully it's just started school holidays. Maybe in another 2 weeks they will be sleeping later in the mornings.
When they first started playing up at night time mum suggested that one kid shares a room with an adult. However when we move to Tom Price they will also need to share a bedroom as all the company supplied houses are 3bedroom houses. So this is good practice for when we up there. They will need to get used to it and learn to get a good nights sleep with each other.
I really hope they learn it sooner rather than later-we are all exhausted. I was looking forward to the holidays for the 8am sleep-ins the kids gave me last holidays. I dont think that's going to happen this holidays though.
Thursday, 10 April 2014
We're On The Home Stretch Now!!
Today marks 28 weeks of pregnancy!
Finally, the third trimester. The end is in sight. I can see the light at the end of the tunnel. 12weeks to go.
Can you tell I'm a little bit excited.
This has by far been the worst of my three pregnancies, with the most complications.
Because of the medication I'm on for my rheumatoid arthritis I was referred to a specialist obstetrician. That appointment was last week.
I walked in and the lady had such a strong accent I missed most of what she said and even the kids didn't answer her when she spoke to them as they had no idea what she was saying.
But from what I could tell I need to have an IV drip as soon as I go into labour.
I didn't really have the patience to question her further so I left, hoping my next dr could speak/understand English a lot better.
Tuesday I went in for my glucose tolerance test. I was told that because of my medication for my arthritis my chances of having gestational diabetes is greatly increased. I didn't want diabetes, I hate needles at the best of times and having to stab myself? Yeah...no thanks!
The test is a 2 hour test with a horrible sugar drink and 3 different blood tests and tonnes of waiting. It took me 3 hours because I had to wait an hour for my first blood test and the drink. You also have to fast for this test so I was bloody starving. Not eating while pregnant is pretty crappy.
Today was my GP appointment to discuss the results of all of this.
I am on the absolute borderline of having gestational diabetes, so no needles-yet! But no sugar for this mumma, including limiting my fruit. But upping the vegetables by double. Which really doesn't bother me toooooo much. I haven't been craving lollies or chocolates or super sweet things like that but I have been enjoying my orange juice every morning and my latest craving has been for chocolate eclairs with custard and cream-so that sucks.
My iron levels are also absolute rock bottom-I'm extremely low in iron so I had to get straight to a chemist to get some iron into me. Steak and veg for dinner is about where I'm at!
I also asked about this IV drip I'm supposed to have. I'm a little nervous because with Mr3 I didn't even make it to the hospital while I was in labour, so I'm worried what will happen this time if I don't get to hospital.
The GP basically said to me I'm just gonna have to make a mad dash to the hospital at any thought of a 'real' contraction and hope I make it this time. So that kinda scares the shit out of me. The dr said there will probably be some false starts and I'll be sent home but he said it's better to get there and get sent home rather than miss out.
I'm not entirely sure what's going to happen to me if I don't get this IV drip of drugs, but the GP explained to me that with long term steroid use your body stops producing (something I can't remember) and it means your body doesn't handles stress very well, and we all know labour is very stressing on the body.
So I'm still pretty nervous. Baby has been 'in position' and comfortable since 23 weeks, she's head down and ready to go. So I'm nervous. The DRs all keep telling me that this labour will probably be even quicker than last time so it's kinda scary.
With my first I had a 24 hour labour, then I went down to 2 hours and this time. . . Who knows? I just hope it's long enough to make the trip to hospital, having another baby born on Albany Highway is not something I want.
For any newbies reading this blog I have a Facebook page to go along with the blog: The Currie Way Of Life on Facebook and I post pictures, a random little experiences from my day to day life and share some more stories so check it out.
Finally, the third trimester. The end is in sight. I can see the light at the end of the tunnel. 12weeks to go.
Can you tell I'm a little bit excited.
This has by far been the worst of my three pregnancies, with the most complications.
Because of the medication I'm on for my rheumatoid arthritis I was referred to a specialist obstetrician. That appointment was last week.
I walked in and the lady had such a strong accent I missed most of what she said and even the kids didn't answer her when she spoke to them as they had no idea what she was saying.
But from what I could tell I need to have an IV drip as soon as I go into labour.
I didn't really have the patience to question her further so I left, hoping my next dr could speak/understand English a lot better.
Tuesday I went in for my glucose tolerance test. I was told that because of my medication for my arthritis my chances of having gestational diabetes is greatly increased. I didn't want diabetes, I hate needles at the best of times and having to stab myself? Yeah...no thanks!
The test is a 2 hour test with a horrible sugar drink and 3 different blood tests and tonnes of waiting. It took me 3 hours because I had to wait an hour for my first blood test and the drink. You also have to fast for this test so I was bloody starving. Not eating while pregnant is pretty crappy.
Today was my GP appointment to discuss the results of all of this.
I am on the absolute borderline of having gestational diabetes, so no needles-yet! But no sugar for this mumma, including limiting my fruit. But upping the vegetables by double. Which really doesn't bother me toooooo much. I haven't been craving lollies or chocolates or super sweet things like that but I have been enjoying my orange juice every morning and my latest craving has been for chocolate eclairs with custard and cream-so that sucks.
My iron levels are also absolute rock bottom-I'm extremely low in iron so I had to get straight to a chemist to get some iron into me. Steak and veg for dinner is about where I'm at!
I also asked about this IV drip I'm supposed to have. I'm a little nervous because with Mr3 I didn't even make it to the hospital while I was in labour, so I'm worried what will happen this time if I don't get to hospital.
The GP basically said to me I'm just gonna have to make a mad dash to the hospital at any thought of a 'real' contraction and hope I make it this time. So that kinda scares the shit out of me. The dr said there will probably be some false starts and I'll be sent home but he said it's better to get there and get sent home rather than miss out.
I'm not entirely sure what's going to happen to me if I don't get this IV drip of drugs, but the GP explained to me that with long term steroid use your body stops producing (something I can't remember) and it means your body doesn't handles stress very well, and we all know labour is very stressing on the body.
So I'm still pretty nervous. Baby has been 'in position' and comfortable since 23 weeks, she's head down and ready to go. So I'm nervous. The DRs all keep telling me that this labour will probably be even quicker than last time so it's kinda scary.
With my first I had a 24 hour labour, then I went down to 2 hours and this time. . . Who knows? I just hope it's long enough to make the trip to hospital, having another baby born on Albany Highway is not something I want.
For any newbies reading this blog I have a Facebook page to go along with the blog: The Currie Way Of Life on Facebook and I post pictures, a random little experiences from my day to day life and share some more stories so check it out.
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