No sickness but lots of shoes...

So the wee one is on the road to recovery, thankfully it only lasted 36 hours.  Such a nasty bug gastro, especially when it hits someone so young and they don't understand why they feel so bad or that they can't communicate that to you.  However, I knew Abbey was better when she went back into her wardrobe for her shoes. Yes, my darling daughter has taken after me and developed a wee thing for shoes. 


She started walking about 4 weeks ago now and already has 12 pairs (including two pairs of boot slippers).  I cant help myself, they are so cute, teeny weeny mary-janes or trainers (sneakers, runners whatever you want to call them!).   There are only two pairs currently too big the rest are for now, yes I colour coordinate her shoes to her outfit!  


Me, I own about 20 pairs.  This has dwindled significantly since I moved here.  Back in NZ my shoes took up most of my wardrobe. I'd hate to think how many I had but I know it was more than 20!    The problem I have now is that I spend my time in flats or trainers, even barefoot (at home peoples at home).  I miss wearing heels, I'm only 5"2 (yes Mum not 4"0!) so my heels were part of me as much as part of my wardrobe.


My boots are a current favourite, gorgeous knee-high black boots with a buckle round the ankle.  A little heel, so I can push the pram and not fall over on any of the building site mess I walk past everyday.  I'd love to tell you I have Michael Korrs, Manolo Blahnik or Jimmy Choo in my wardrobe but alas at last count the majority are Novo.  This you see is the downfall of small feet.  They are childlike, so small I once almost purchased a pair of trainers, only to have the girl at the counter point out to me that they said 'weebok' not Reebok.  That could have been embarassing.


So I shall leave you with a picture of my latest purchase for the wee Miss, aren't they just gorgeous ...

Sickness

So I thought we were there with sleep, I knew that teething or sickness would be an issue when it arose, I just didn't expect it to happen so quickly!

Abbey did her first full nights sleep without waking on Friday night and guess what, yip, she got sick yesterday. Fan-f'ing-tastic. So last night I spent the night getting kicked in the head, pushed out of the way, rolled on and at one point she even tried to lie across my head. So did I sleep, not much, no.

She's doing okay today though, she's eaten and is on her 2nd nap as I think she's as buggered as I am. As for me, I don't nap. Never have, and realistically I don't think I ever will. Waking up from a nap for me is like waking up with the world's worst hangover. I'm past that.

Don't worry about me though, we'll get back on track, I'm staying positive that this is just a glitch and tonight she will sleep the entire night in her cot. Fingers crossed.

Things I love and want!

Ok so maybe I need to change the name of this blog but you know, don't want to jinx myself and have to bribe Brenda to get the sleep fairy back!

I thought I'd share with you something I have discovered that I love! For any NZ girlies, its like the 'best bag ever' (Outrageous Fortune!), I want!




It can be found over at Floozy along with a myriad of over gorgeous products!

yay for floozies!

Quick update

I've used up all my data allowance attempting to download an update to my phone which keeps failing (great) so just a quick post to let you all know that...

ABBEY SLEPT THROUGH!!! Sorry for yelling but you know this is a major breakthrough! On Thursday night she woke once and then last night not at all. So we are holding the sleep fairy hostage (sorry Mummytime) by getting her too drunk to fly anywhere so she can prove that she's fixed the small ones sleep issues once and for all! I don't mind the occasional bad night and expect it with teething and illnesses, but not every night like it has been.

I was told that once she hit 18 months or started walking, that it problems with sleep would start to go. She's just gone 16 months and has been walking for about 3 weeks. Woohoo, I might just celebrate tonight with my 2 glasses of wine!

x

Needing sleep.

I'm here again, I've had a crap few days with little to no sleep. Abbey's eczema flared again just in time for her follow-up visit at the Royal Children's Hospital. Unfortunately a flare-up also means worse sleep than usual. No 6 hour stints for me, she has been waking every 2-3 hours, sometimes even every 45 minutes. Paul's been great helping where he can but it doesn't help when he goes in and she cries out 'Mama, Mama' Mama', sad for him and less sleep for me.

We've tried sleeping in her room, that just made it worse. I refuse to co-sleep with her again as even though we both get sleep, I just need her in her cot. I need her in her cot so I don't get kicked in the head, chest, head-butted and so I can have some sleep time-out.

A friend told me to get Paul to go to her more, nice in theory but for a myriad of reasons its just not viable. The main reason is that he drives for 45 minutes to and from work and operates large machinery, and I want him home safe every day. So I bear the brunt of the sleeplessness. I don't want/need pity, I just need sleep.

I went to the pharmacy yesterday and enquired about Phernergan, unfortunately due to her eczema its not a good idea, which was backed up by the Doctor at RCH. A side effect of this drug is dermatitis, something you just don't want to occur in a toddler who is already suffering eczema. Thank god for Twitter though, one of the lovely ladies suggested I try 'Calm' a homeopathic remedy, so I shall pick some up today and give it a go.

I'm not yet at the point of so tired that I'll put us in danger, but I'm close.

I'm here

Hi!
I know slack aren't I! Again so many excuses but my main one is I have moved house. Well Paul moved us, but I did help a little bit.

The new place is fantastic, lots of room and the 'formal' lounge is now a playroom which Abbey is loving. Unfortunately our cat, Alfie, has taken up residence in the linen cupboard and is refusing to budge apart from when I am putting Abbey down for a sleep at which time he thinks it is opportune to meow very loudly at her door. Ah well, one more week and he'll be allowed outside.

So apologies for the lack of posts and tweeting but hopefully (internet connection prevailing) I'll be back up and running from now on!

x

Disclaimer: Of course the above picture is not of my new house, do you really think I'm that silly? Also if I had a house like that I'd have one of the 'help' blog for me and wouldn't have gone awol! Seriously though it is apparently one of John McCain's mansions and is on the market. Check out Wonkette for the story.

Its a sad sad day...

I better put a disclaimer on this one, if you are easily offended by parts of the female anatomy... STOP. Go back, use that arrow by the address bar, go to the next blog, for godsake what ARE you doing? Don't read on, don't post comments, go, go, GO!

Today is a sad day. Today is the day I had my epiphany. A realisation if you will.

I have lost my boobs.

Not lost as in 'can't find them in my handbag' (yes my handbag does need clearing out). No lost as in they've shrunk. Never again (well maybe when/if I get pregnant with child number 2) shall they be magnificent orbs of glory. Ok so maybe that's a wee exaggeration, but they were magnificent!



I was always a 'chesty' girl with perky melons which defied gravity, passed the pencil test with ease and could spin a CD. Weight came and went from my small frame (5'2 Mum, 5'2 not 4'0) but never did my ta tas diminish.

Then came my pregnancy and 'oh my word' did they grow. Up 2 cups they went. Resplendent they were. And. Again. I was worried they wouldn't stop and I'd literally push Jordan off the face of the earth. But they did. Full of milky goodness for the wee one and tauntingly glorious for the other half who could not come near them.

Then I began to wean the wee one and the beauty upon my chest began to fade, ever so slowly. Starting with the left, for Abbey decided she was a right-sided girl only. My twins were now lop-sided, or fraternal if you like.

So I stopped one night having been bitten 3 times on the breast and not in a good way. Smallfry was weaned, hurrah! My bouncing fun-bags would be restored to all their rightful glory.

Or so I thought. I now have these;



'Scuse me as I go wipe my tears and throw my bras in the trash ...

What do I do all day?

I received this via email and although I only have the one child I thought this was GOLD!

What do you do all day??

A man came home from work and found his three children outside, still in their pyjamas, playing in the mud, with empty food boxes and 20 wrappers strewn all around the front yard.

The door of his wife's car was open, and so was the front door to the house and there was no sign of the dog. Proceeding into the entry, he found an even bigger mess. A lamp had been knocked over, and the throw rug was wadded against one wall.

In the front room the TV was loudly blaring a cartoon channel, and the family room was strewn with toys and various items of clothing.

In the kitchen, dishes filled the sink, breakfast food was spilled on
the counter, the fridge door was open wide, dog food was spilled on the floor a broken glass lay under the table, and a small pile of sand was spread by the back door.

He quickly headed up the stairs, stepping over toys and more piles of
clothes, looking for his wife. He was worried she might be ill, or that
something serious had happened.

He was met with a small trickle of water as it made its way out the
bathroom door.

As he peered inside he found wet towels, scummy soap and more toys
strewn over the floor.

Miles of toilet paper lay in a heap and toothpaste had been smeared over the mirror and walls.

As he rushed to the bedroom, he found his wife still curled up in the
bed in her pyjamas, reading a novel.

She looked up at him, smiled, and asked how his day went.

He looked at her bewildered and asked, 'What happened here today?'

She again smiled and answered, 'You know every day when you come home from work and you ask me what in the world I do all day?'

Yes,' was his incredulous reply.

She answered, 'Well, today I didn't do it.'