Pink Power.

I have an obsession with painted nails at the moment. 

Might have something to do with the fact that I've finally stopped biting them.

But seriously, is there anything better then pink nail polish?

I think I need a drink.

Today was one of those days were everything that can go wrong will go wrong.

1. Baby screaming so much the two year old was walking around with his hands over his ears.
2. Psycho children acting like they are strung out on sugar whilst mumma paces around in circles with said screaming baby.
3. House a complete disgusting mess that's going to take all day tomorrow to fix. (See points 1 & 2)
4. The psycho children paying no attention to anything being said at them resulting in one very frazzled mumma throwing toys in the rubbish (to be fair the sentence "if you don't pick it up it's going in the bin" did leave my mouth so they were warned).... Perhaps this one actually taught them something. Maybe they learnt not to mess with mumma.
5. The man late home from work. (Only a problem due to points 1 &2)
6. Forgot my eftpos card when I did the grocery shopping and had to come home to retreive it.
7. When I arrived home to collect card the man was asleep and the children had gotten out of bed and someone had taken off their nappy resulting in poop on the couch.
8. Drove a few suburbs with the intent of using my spare key to let myself into Liz's house and drop something off....Forgot the key and had no choice but to leave her $600(?) camera hidden outside the front door. I'm still waiting to hear if it was still there when she got home or if one of her junkie neighbors discovered it.
9. Made a giant ass of myself on the phone to Liz's work whilst calling to inform her of my dodge camera delivering skills.
10. Then played a game of phone tagged whilst trying to organise the last of Miss Liz's birthday present....Although this one worked out well in the end...I think?!?

Yesterday whilst visiting a pregnant friend I started to feel the stirrings of cluckeness deep inside.OH NO. Today definately got rid of that.

Now I've got that off my chest and had a nice cup of tea, I think I shall take a long hot shower and go to bed. Tomorrow has no choice but to be better. I have millions of things to do plus a stack of housework to catch up on. 

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Eyes of a child.

How I wish I had the eyes of a child.

That I could see magic in the most simple of things.

This morning the boys have spent over an hour playing with coat hanger 'rocket ships.'

This is what joy is.

What would you tell yourself?

Once again I've been MIA for a quite awhile. Back I just saw this little video and had to share with you.

So much wonderful advice on here. 

Anything you can particularly relate to?

What do you wish you could tell yourself back before you had your first bubba?

The thing that really gets my attention is the line "forgive yourself". Something I am working on at the moment. 

I don't think you can grasp the concept of mother guilt until you are a mother. 

Yet it's something that most of us struggle with and yet it is so so pointless. 

We need to remind ourselves daily that WE are the PERFECT mother for our child. NO ONE will ever love or care for your baby as much as you, which in essence makes you absolutely right for them. Our babies love us. Time for us to start loving us as well.

OH Thank God.

You know those days were every single thing goes wrong? 

Thats today. 

Even as I'm writing this tantrum number 5000 is happening in the background. 

Yep, thats right. My toddler is chucking a spaz and I'm taking a minute for myself updating my neglected blog with a winge about my disaster day.

And the mother of the year award goes to.................

The day has been a disaster. 

A friend posted on facebook: "Does anybody remember back when you were very young, did you ever think that you would be this blessed!"

I replied with: "Blessed is not the word that comes to mind in this household."

I spoke to soon.

Not half hour later a got a text from the very best friend saving my ass in the best possible way.  She's made the next few days tolerable.

So yeh, my day has sucked.

But I guess we are still so very blessed.

Shop til You Drop.

I'm so proud of my little people today. 

I don't often brave the shops with all three of them but today we did it (all in the name of helping a friend of course.)

Today they were dragged all over town looking for the perfect birthday gift for a friends new boyfriend.

They hardly complained. 

I was so impressed.

We were all so tired by the end of it even I was starting to lose my calm. But still they were angels. So well trained.

Some days they make it so easy to love them.

xx

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23 Things to Do.

Another something crossed off my list.

18. Send someone a homemade gift for no reason but I love them

Sent my sister Phoebe a parcel yesterday filled with homemade love.

I think I'm doing pretty good at this whole list thing.

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Emancipate yourself.

While I have no desire to have this tattoo I do rather like the quote.

Exactly what I'm in the process of doing right now.

xx

I can't recall were I found this picture. 

It was saved on my computer ages ago. 

If you know who it belongs to let me know and I'll give credit where credits due.

The life cont.

So I'm not sitting around feeling sorry for myself anymore.

Am trying to put the pieces together to fix myself and my family/home up.

It's kinda like a puzzle. I'm trying to get all the things I know in my head, to fit perfectly into my heart. Slowly it's coming together.

I'm pulling my socks up.

Moving forward.

Taking babysteps.

Focusing on the small things I can do each day rather then the ones I can't.

And I have to say, it feels darn good.

xx

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Birthdays.

I can't believe it's been four years.

I can remember so many stupid details from that day.

Folding and refolding bunny rugs cuz they just wouldn't sit right.

Ignoring the tightening in my tummy, thinking it was yet another false alarm.

I remember Mike telling his mum he thinks I'm in labour and me denying it outright.

The concern on his face as the pain got worse. 

I remember having a giggle fit inbetween contractions while Mike ran around like a headless chicken trying to find my toothbrush.

My Dad calling for a chat and me trying to pretend it wasn't happening cuz I didn't want to talk baby stuff with him.

Dad: So what are you doing tonight.

Me: Umm, (breath through the pain Amie) , think we are heading to the hospital soon.

Dad: Oh, is everything ok?

Me: (gripping kitchen counter) Yeh

Dad: Are you going to have a baby tonight?

Me: I think so. Gotta go. Bye.

After that things get a bit fuzzy.

The memories are like flashes, moments saved in my mind.

Mike: Breath honey

Me: I AM OK. SHUT UP!

I remember being afraid of having my waters broken because someone had told me the pain got worse after that. 

They broke on their own about 10minutes later.

It was sweet relief for a whole microsecond.

Noah was born half hour after my waters broke. (It's worth noting here that with the next two babies I insisted they break them for me)

He was perfect.

Love and life and pureity all wrapped up in a tiny cuddle bundle.

I was in love.

He is perfect.

I can't believe it's been four years.

Your a big brother now, but you'll always be my baby.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY NOAH!