All these ideas floating in my head
Every night I take them to bed
And every night their they stay
Always on the pillow
Never on the page
Sometimes I feel like I’m running out of fight
Sometimes I think I just might
I scold myself and then take flight
Into the night that growls and bites
I think I might need to say goodnight
and goodbye to a few of you
That rip my heart and keep me blue
This Christmas will be my sons first and to celebrate I’ve put together a post in photos of us putting up our Christmas tree – there is a story behind this old hand me down tree, but I’ll get to that after the photos :-).
Hmmm what is it, can i eat it?
Dad where are you going with my new toy?
My son, Riley proceeded to giggle at me as I fluffed out the fake leaves and rearranged the branches. Riley and his father then just sat and watched me decorate the tree.
(this is the ornament Riley tried to eat while I was trying to get a photo of him with it)
My tree & table decorations – while these are probably not as fancy as some of you have and I only decorate one room in my house, the dining room. When I lived at home we only decorated one room, the living room and this tree is the very tree that my grandmother and I would decorate every year with mostly the very same decorations. I’m about to turn 27 so the tree has to be at least twenty five years old (ish) and I love it, I look at it and I’m ten years old again, I look at it and I’m home. It still has a few of the same wooden ornaments I played with as a kid. I can remember going into Grace Brothers with my mother and buying a new angel for the top and I still use her today. About three years ago I inherited this tree and with it a box of old decorations from my mother.
Now back to the decorating ritual – as i remember it – on the first of December every year my Nanma (my maternal grandmother) would come over and we would decorate the tree, mum was doing who knows what at the time, but Nanma and I would decorate the tree and I loved it. I am not sure why or how it started, but i always looked forward to decorating this tree, and i know it was the doing it with my grandmother part that made it fun, cause it’s kinda stressful on your own. This year I did it myself with Riley watching on (OK my husband put the actual tree bit together for me), but I’m thinking next year I’m going to make my mother come over and decorate it with Riley while I go drink some wine and she and he can carry on the tradition.
I am very much looking forward to this Christmas and i hope i can instill in my son my love for Christmas, the real Christmas, being with family and friends and celebrating being together!
Oh to hell with it
Drew me in
And I fell for it
Kissed me again
And I swell for it
Kissed you back
I’ll sell you it
Not kissing you is pain
Oh to hell with it
Today was a first: I took Ellie and Riley for a walk together.
Normally when I go for a walk it’s just my son and I and if my husband comes he brings the dogs. I can’t hold onto all three – 1. Riley in the Pram 2. Buster our big old boy 3. Ellie our younger female dog. Today, in light of Ellie’s boredom and recent destructive behavior, I decided to take her with my son and I on our regular walk.
Surely I thought, I can manage one dog and the pram.
Mission One; trying to get Ellie out of the yard without Buster coming – oh fudge knuckle why must these two follow each other everywhere, but at last success.
Mission Two; trying to give the old boy a treat to chew on while we’re gone because I feel guilty he can’t come, Ellie nearly eats my hand, but success and the correct dog ends up with it.
Mission Three; figure out how to walk without pulling the pram over, damn why must this dog keep switching sides, why can’t she pick one, I then decided I was going to try and force her to stay on my left, yeah right. SO we’re walking, we’re walking, it’s all good. I then started to notice she wasn’t being her normal boisterous self, walk past a gate and a dog barks at us, she hides behind me – umm Ellie Girl, where’s my Ellie you normally bark back. We’re walking, we’re walking, little white fluffy dog runs up to us, Ellie try’s to hide behind me, then lays down and cowers on the ground, ummm hello Ellie at home you regularly rough and tumble with a dog twice your size – oh then it dawns on me, Busters not here, she’s only tough when the big old boys with us, hahahahaha.
Damn it Ellie stop hiding behind me I’m not going to save you girl – Well that’s not true there was one occasion before I had my son when Ellie and I went out for an early morning walk and a dog came running out at us, I freaked out and lifted her as high in the air as I could, but that’s another story, and I never walked near there after that.
Mission four; trying to get a descent photo of Ellie and the pram while we were walking . . . . . got two that’ll do.
Come home, put Ellie back out the back and she’s all over Buster, acting like she hasn’t seen him in days lol funny dog, hope she remembers how happy she was to see him when their competing for prime sleeping positions tonight.
So In conclusion I did manage one dog and the pram and I know if I keep doing it she’ll get used to it and it’ll get easier.
Today I found myself thinking ‘‘hmmm how many days until the 1st of December, I want to decorate the house’’ then I was like ‘’EWWWWWW who is this person in my head, GET OUT’’.
I then sat and pondered ‘’No I am aloud to look forward to and get excited about Christmas, because at Christmas I get to see my family’’.
Fuck you consumer materialism and hallmark for making me feel so dirty. I went to the Shops yesterday to get some photos printed and nearly vomited and had a tinsel overdose.
Remember people this is supposed to be a time to reflect on love and family, not be drowned in bullshit. Everyone gets so amped up, stressed and agro around Christmas time, be nice to each other people that’s the fucking point, car park rage retards I’m talking to you, pull your heads in.
But no – I’m aloud to get excited – I love being with my family, immediate and extended.
So Woo Hoo, Bring on what will be my sons first Christmas. Love, Peace and Family that’s what Christmas is about.
My Ellie Girl (not sure if she’s looking guilty or worried).
I laughed when I opened my emails this morning and saw that this weeks photo challenge is ‘Unexpected’. My photos are not of anything unexpected, but the story behind them was.
This Morning at 4.30 we heard our Ellie girl barking, OUT THE FRONT. Now Ellie isn’t the type of dog that runs away, even if that gates open or digs holes for that matter, but she decided to dig under the side fence and then go and sit on the front lawn barking at the dog across the road – Did I mention this dog doesn’t normally dig and it was a 4.30am – very unexpected.
Below is my husbands repair job on the hole, it was a rather big hole, i only wish i’d gotten a photo before he filled it in – would have been much more impressive.
I went for a walk today along the water near where I live for the first time since I started back at work part time.
It had been three weeks and when I’m not walking regularly I forget how much I enjoy it and how good I feel afterwards. It’s rather shocking how much tension we can build up in our systems and I always find a brisk walk helps to ease it – Vodka and Chocolate would work also, but I think the walks a healthier and less hangover inducing option.
In the four months I got to stay at home with my son we’d daily enjoy going for a walk then coming home, having a bath, then a nap. So today was nice, just my son and I doing our thing. It’s amazing how a simple thing like going out into the fresh air and sunshine for a walk can make everything better.
I am convinced I do not have a baby boy; I in fact have a little velociraptor.
Remember Velociraptors the freakishly intelligent dinosaurs in Jurassic park, really good at tracking their pray, opening doors and what not.
I came to the conclusion the other day when he was sitting on my lap that he in fact was not a baby boy but a little velociraptor; he was sitting in my lap holding his arms up like the dinosaurs do in the movie and giving me one of his death stares. While staring into my eyes he giggled and with the speed of a striking snake grabbed my thumb, shoved it in his mouth, bit down as hard as he could and then giggled again.
My clever little velociraptor tracks me with his eyes no matter where I go, chews on whatever body part he can get to, my neck, arm, leg, hands, fingers, nose, chin etc. etc.
He just stares at me, with these awesome murderous looks, I always wonder what is going on in his head, I often imagine he is planning my murder and how he intends to cook me.
When he stares into my eyes and stares me down, it often scares me as I wonder if he can read my soul.
Oh how I love him So!!!!!!!!!!
I have very sensitive skin and so have been playing it safe and just assuming my son also will have sensitive skin.
QV is one of the very few products that does not irritate my skin, so it’s all I’ve used on my son.
Recently I purchased a bottle of goats milk body wash as it was half the price of the QV and on the bottle states its ideal for sensitive skin. I’ve been using it in the shower to see if it affects my skin before I use it on my son, I’ve been using it for about two weeks now and I haven’t gotten any rashes or burns and my skins been ouch free – BUT yesterday I got some in my eye, it was one of the most painful things I’ve ever gotten in my eye, I liken it to the time I got a flying amber from a camp fire in my eye. It took a couple of hours before it stopped stinging. Thank god I hadn’t used it on my son first – it hurt my adult eye so much, imagine a little babies eye coping with it, makes my stomach churn. So only water and QV for my little prince (I’ve had it in my eyes and its fine).
So I’m just going to put it out there people if you buy a body wash or bubble bath for your kids, use it first and put some in your eye to be sure – lovely safe looking bottles can be deceiving.