Life Update: Season’s Greetings and all that Jazz

Our second little man has entered the world! I had a spare five minuets so I though I would share my good news.

Ethan was born at 11.50 am on the 14th December. He weighed a whopping 4.42 kilograms (9.7 pounds), we already knew he was going to be big, as was his brother. He is big, beautiful and healthy and we are happy to be all home together.  So far Riley has warmed to the idea of being a big brother. But as an only child I am now in uncharted sibling territory. meeting-ethan

My mother knitted a Christmas hat and stocking specifically to take some cutesy photo’s of Ethan to print out for all the great grandparents and aunties. This is a big thing! My mother doesn’t knit! But we got the shots, so her effort paid off.img_8248

Anyways, I’m going to go take a nap while I can. I wish you all happiness and health during the holidays. I will be back to book blogging as soon as I can ❤ 🙂 ❤

Sunday is cleaning day

43346_set_of_rubber_gloves-30182317_std I used to enjoying cleaning my parents’ house for pocket money as a teenager. Money meant red skins, CDs and cigarettes (sorry mum). But now I have to do it for free, ok I do love a clean house and yes the mould and fungi won’t kill us if I kill it first, but that’s just not enough – I still hate it. I feel like I’m wasting my time. Damn baby and husband are just going to mess the place up again. Life is too short for cleaning dishes, scrubbing toilets and hanging out washing on the line. I’d much rather spend my Sundays reading. Maybe one day I’ll be rich enough to hire a cleaner. That’s the dream. For the time being I am slowly training my son to help me; he will pick up and put away his toys, he will pick up his dad’s dirty clothes and put them in the washing basket, he will pick up his dads shoes and put them back in the wardrobe. If you give him a cloth he’ll wipe over table tops and bench tops, not that he can apply enough pressure to actually do much and he has very short arms, but he seems to enjoy it (and currently I only have to pay him in hugs).

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Crying Babies

“Why is it that I am always the only one who hears our son crying in the night?” I ask for the millionth time.

I wake even when my son makes the slightest carry on, but my husband sleeps soundly on. Well he sleeps soundly on unless it’s the second time my son’s woken up during the night and I elbow my husband in the ribs until he wakes up, then inform him it’s his turn to check on the baby (I say baby even though he’s eighteen months old now and I’m not sure if he’s technically still a baby). To my husband’s credit, if I wake him and tell him to go check on our son, he normally does it with minimal grumbling.

It used to be that my son would wake up and just want a hug or bottle then be happy to go back to sleep, but in the last 6 months or so it’s been more like he’s having nightmares. You go in to check on him and he’s still asleep. It is rather disturbing seeing my baby boy tossing and turning, screaming with tears rolling out of closed eyes. Thankfully just picking him up or patting his back or tummy does the trick and he goes back in a calm sleep.

I remember reading somewhere that it’s hardwired into a woman’s brain to register those high pitched distressed tones of one’s offspring. But dang it, I tell you I’d like a night where I sleep through and my husband wakes up.

^ Riley awake and happy In his cot ^

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^ Shane, Riley and I ^

100 Happy Days (81-100)

I have been partaking in the 100 Happy Days challenge, sharing my Happy Days with my Facebook and Twitter friends. I started the challenge back on the 21st of March, so last Saturday was my 100th day, few it’s over!!

I really enjoyed the first forty days, but after that it got a bit tedious. I don’t need to post a photo a day to remind myself of the awesome things in my life or to grateful; I get that feeling every time I see my son smile.

Day81: No happy days photo today, feeling rather blue.

Day81: No happy days photo today, feeling rather blue.

Day82: Still in a funk, no happy days photo today.

Day82: Still in a funk, no happy days photo today.

Day83

Day83: Makes my heart all warm and tingly having this in my hand. My print proof for My Mind The Menace came in the mail today, even though I’ve decided not to do separate print books and combine my eBooks in one (which the proof for should be turning up in a week or so) there is still something exciting about seeing your name in print.

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Day84: Riley having a play with his brothers from another mother this arvo. kiddlet’s Thursday play date.

 

Day85: Riley ate a whole slice a Vegemite toast all by himself with little mess, he normally won’t eat anything unless it’s puréed, fingers crossed he keeps it up #100happydays (no photo).

Day86: Well after a year, I finally got over it and made my first YouTube video, please be kind Bahahahahaha – Arms Around Me (a Poem):

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Day87: Awesome a five star review for My Mind The Menace (ok so it was posted yesterday, but I only had the change to read it today).

Day88: I have a bit of a sore throat, but I also have chocolate ice cream, so it's all good #100happydays - yummy yum yummo.

Day88: I have a bit of a sore throat, but I also have chocolate ice cream, so it’s all good #100happydays – yummy yum yummo.

Day89: Yeah today just didn’t happen.

Day89: Yeah today just didn’t happen.

Day90: haha so much for #100happydays - Thank you Pseudoephedrine & cough lollies for getting me through today. Bring on sleepy time!!!!!

Day90: haha so much for #100happydays – Thank you Pseudoephedrine & cough lollies for getting me through today. Bring on sleepy time!!!!!

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Day91: Going for a ride with the hubby, then watching my not so little anymore bubba boy enjoy a bubble bath #beautiful #bliss #100happydays.

Day91: Going for a ride with the hubby, then watching my not so little anymore bubba boy enjoy a bubble bath #beautiful #bliss #100happydays.

Day92: Yeah, Nup!

Day92: Yeah, Nup!

Day93

Day93: My bubba boy is even feeding himself now #100happydays.

Day94

Day94: Other than a little bit of house work and keeping Riley clean and feed – These are my plans for a lazy Sunday on the couch #Reading #Relaxing #100happydays

Day95: I’m enjoying watching Riley pull his dad’s (Shane) hair and giggle #100happydays #CheekyBoy (no photo).

Day96

Day96: Riley sporting an adorable bubble beard #100happydays.

Day97-98: Flat out, didn’t have time to stop and take a photo.

Day99: Happy First Birthday Riley #100happydays – It’s been a year since you stormed into my life and you keep making it better and better.

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Day100: Riley’s First Birthday Party #WooHoo #100happydays #PartyTime.

Here is my post for Day 1 -20 >> http://wp.me/p431Gp-a1

Here is my post for Day 21 -40 >> http://wp.me/p431Gp-be

Here is my post for Days 41 -60 >> http://wp.me/p431Gp-cr

Here is my post for Days 61-80 >> https://sarahfairbairn.com/2014/06/09/100-happy-days-61-80/

 

100 Happy Days (21-40)

I have been partaking in the 100 Happy Days challenge, sharing my Happy Days with my Facebook and Twitter friends. I started the challenge back on the 21st of March, so today is the 40th day.

I did a 1-20 day round up post on WordPress before, so here is the 21-40 round up.

Day21: Just got my hair done for the first time since my son was born, I’m feeling good.

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Day22: Wherever I go he wants to come to, makes me feel loved and needed.

day 22Day23: New shoes, I went shopping with the hubby this morning.

day 23Day24: I’m eating some yummy lollies from my cousins wedding yesterday and admiring how awesome my family is.day 24

Day26: I was a bit blue yesterday and didn’t do a day 25 post, but watching Riley being cute as interacting with our dogs this morning more than made up for it.day 26

Day27: Riley looking oh so cute this morning in his blanket onesie (it’s a onesie, made out of a blanket) I love this thing, he’s in a blanket – Awesome.Day27

Day-28-29-30-31-32-33: Easter Camping with the family & friends.Day 28 33

Day34: This stuff is magic, it heals babies (Riley’s Bum) and dogs (Buster’s fly bites /ears, Sassy’s face/chest rash) Magic I tell you.day34

Day35: Love morning snuggles with the bubby and the hubby.day35

Day36: Snapping some pics of Riley and his great granddad looking real spiffy.day36

Day37: This Kid (no he wasn’t hurt, he got right back up and kept playing). 

Day38: A good book and a cup of hot chocolate.day38

Day39: My work days over, getting in my car to go pick up my baby boy and take him home.day39

Day40: We went out for a drive in the Cruiser today and I got to do some driving, never mind that I drove through a deep mud hole and we got wet feet and carpet LOL.Wheels

Here is my post for Day 1 -20 >> http://wp.me/p431Gp-a1

Siblings

To give Riley a sibling or not to give Riley a sibling – that is the question!

My husband Shane and I had decided that we would have one more. I’ve even been telling people when they ask “when’s the next one coming” that we be trying again next year after our Cape Trip in July/August. Riley would be just over two years old by that point, so he’d be somewhere over three by the time the second child came along.

I am an only child and I always dreamt of having a brother, but like a best mate brother. Initially after having Riley I was so traumatised, I was firm that I was NEVER HAVING ANYMORE. Once I managed to get over thinking that my body had failed me (36 hours of labour, 2 hours of pushing & then had to have an emergency C-section to get the stuck bugger out). It took me a good six months to get over it and realise, umm no your body didn’t fail you, look at that beautiful happy healthy baby boy, yeah your body made that, your body is an awesome miracle maker. From the moment I met Riley I knew he was worth it, but it took me that extra six months to realise I am strong enough to do it again. Women, we are so wonderfully awesome.

My dad comes from a large family and always wanted more than one kid, he’s often joked that he wants 6 -8 grandchildren, yeah not happening buddy. My mum thinks one is a good number, speaking from the experience of only having to cart me around traveling, camping etc.

We took Riley on his first camping trip over Easter and it all went wonderfully, but we’d majorly have to rethink our sleeping arguments and probably have to tow a trailer for all the a extra gear we’d need for two – but that’s minor stuff and I can figure that out when the time comes.

What’s really got me in a funk and has always worried me is Shane’s younger and only sibling Michael. The hell the two of them put their mother through infuriates me! I’m constantly saying to Shane “remember all that shit we went through during labour, feeding in the middle of the night, red bums and constant screaming, Yeah your mum did all that shit you”. When I was set firm on not having a second I made the joke “I got the Shane in Riley, the older brother, even though he can be winey and sooky, he’s mostly a calm happy baby and I don’t want the Michael, the second son, bonces of the walls, short temper, happy only when things go his way. Michael’s son is exactly like him, scares me. Hell I’m very much like him, I bounce of walls, I have a short temper, BUT I have more respect for others and I’d like to think I don’t always have to have things my way, but I’m sure others would say different.

So my husband and his brother don’t have a good relationship and that scares me. I don’t want to give Riley a little brother that’s going to drive him crazy all the time, I want to give him a best friend for life. I look at my cousins, the care and concern one of them has for his older brother. I was recently at one of my cousin’s weddings and the love between him and his little sister just melted me, made me go YES I must give Riley this. Then all this shit with Shane’s family flares up again. SO HELP ME what the fuck am I meant to do. I’m an only child I don’t get it!!! What makes you mates and what makes you enemies. Shane and Michael had separate rooms growing up, but shared a lot of similar interests, sailing, archery etc. My father shared a room with two of his brothers and they survived. My mum shared a room with her sister and I’ve never really heard stories of them fighting. Does the joint room thing make any difference? Riley and the new baby would have their own room. I like my own space so feel I should give them theirs.

I look at the bad times and go, hell no I don’t want this doubled, then I look at the good times and go, YES I want this doubled. But really what it boils down to is I want to give Riley the best life possible. I thought he needed siblings for that, that if I don’t give him a brother or sister he’ll be alone. But the bullshit between Shane and his brother makes me think otherwise 😦 Oh the dramas of a developed nation – Any who tell me your thoughts?

Who out there was an only child went and had siblings, would you suggest it?

Who out there had siblings that decided NO only to have one?

How did your siblings shape you?

How many Children have you got or are hoping to have and why?

Riley’s First Camping Trip

Capture.22PNGMy Husband Shane and I spent this Easter taking our Son Riley, who is now almost 10 months old, for his first ever camping trip.

It was also the first camping trip for our 80. When Riley was born we sold our beloved Nissan Patrol single cab Ute, which we had perfectly set up for our style of camping and 4wding and we purchased a Toyota 80 series Landcruiser, which we are in the process of setting up family style.

On Thursday we got up, got ourselves and Riley ready, loaded up the 80 and headed up to Narrabri. We made fairly good time and Riley was an Angel on the 400klm – 6 hour journey. We managed to get our brand new Roof Top Tent set up without much drama considering it was our first attempt at doing so. Once we had everything set up we realised we had forgotten to bring sugar and our pillows, dang it!

On Friday I sat around read and relaxed, Shane went fishing and Riley made some new friends – This is pretty much what we did the whole time.10170931_1425931957662166_3131954294624548325_n

On Saturday night the boys had their Camp oven cook off – An event that happens between my dad and our mates Don and Matthew each camping trip. They cooked off, with my dad and Mathew making beef stews and Don a Lamb stew. No one could decide a winner but we all stuffed ourselves silly with the outstanding creations.

Shane then attempted to make a chocolate damper for desert, a perfect way to christen our brand new camp oven, but he slipped while removing the lid the whole thing got covered in ash and embers, although no one was deterred the damper was shook off and eaten anyway “She’ll be right mate” “just a bit of extra crunch”.

On Sunday it was my Dad’s 56th birthday so a concoction of red wine and rum was partaken in.

On Monday Riley took six whole steps buy himself and then proceeded to take a few here and there. He took a few more once we got home, boy is it weird to see him wobble and walk – he’s growing up way too fast.

Riley has fast become a terrific camper, he slept well and enjoyed playing with leaves, dirt and dogs the whole time. The fishing wasn’t as plentiful as the boys would have liked, but you can’t have everything. We slept up the top of the roof top tent with Riley down the bottom in a porta-cot. I’d spent the two weeks prior putting him to sleep in the porta-cot at home to get him used to it and it seems to have paid off. He’d flight sleep during the day, but slept quite well at night, possibly because he’s so exhausted from his adventures.

10277009_1426698347585527_3840396842785608338_nOn Tuesday we headed home and yet again Riley Impressed us with his traveling abilities.

100 Happy Days (1-20)

I have been partaking in the 100 Happy Days challenge, sharing my Happy Days with my Facebook and Twitter friends. The thought struck me this morning as I was driving to work that I probably should have been sharing them on my blog also. So since its 100 days, I’ll do five some up 20 day posts instead. I started the challenge back on the 21st of March, so today is the twentieth day.

Day1:D1 I had I photo I took at work planned, but then I snapped this picture of Riley destroying the blinds and his cheeky awesomeness was just way better –Love this kid –Makes me happy just being his mum.

 

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Day2: Shane did the vacuuming (even with his bugged shoulder) so I didn’t have to –Best husband ever— feeling loved.

D3

 

Day3: After cleaning up Riley’s mess, I’m sitting back enjoying a cuppa while reading, enjoying a lazy Sunday.

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Day4: Thank you Lord, Mother Earth, Peter Pan, who ever invented the Coffee Bean – my mornings would suck without it.

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Day5: Eating breakfast enjoying my first attempt at home made yogurt and it’s YUMMY.

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Day6: Emily must have another fund raiser because there’s a box of chocolate Freddo Frogs on the lunch room table. Oh well it’s a good excuse to eat heaps of chocolate.

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Day7: I got my files uploaded this morning and then we had a family swim at Toronto pool.

 

 

D8

 

Day8: Riley enjoying my homemade yogurt –Winning J.

 

D9

 

Day9: lucky he’s so cute! No mummy I wasn’t going through the trash. Oh well seeing his smile is worth the clean-up.

 

D10

 

Day10: Riley and I just finished off another tub, about to make our third and we still love it.

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Day11: Finally got around to making a Facebook page for work—I’m feeling accomplished.

 

D12

 

Day12: I finally got our Wills updated to include Riley LOL —I’m feeling organised.

 

D13

 

Day13: this kid tearing up the concrete pad out at Boolaroo Bowmen club house.

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Day14: doing the food shopping with my little helper, it’s nice having someone to talk to and smile up at me.

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Day15: We have awesome customers bringing us cakes to show us they appreciate us.

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Day16: hanging with the family at my auntie Ruth’s 50th. I love my family SOOOO much.

 

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Day17: I’m off to Newcastle for a poetry master class with Mark Tredinnick, So Excited.

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Day18: Ice Magic – enough said.

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Day19: oh yeah.

 

D19Day20: Giving a shout out to the lovely lady next door who purchased the house and kicked out the monsters. Thank you awesome lady I can now have the windows on that side of the house open. The most noise I’ve heard from her since she moved in is a lawn mower and the tingle of her cat’s bell, Woo Hoo heaven. I now consider myself very lucky as I have awesome neighbours, all around me –sure I don’t know what they do behind closed doors, but I can’t hear, see or smell them so I don’t care and they’re always friendly enough to say hello and wave when we do see each other.

Please child stop crying

This poem came to me this morning while I had a sooky, sleepy baby sitting in my lap, I thought you all might enjoy it.

Please child stop crying

Yes there is no denying

You’re in pain

Please child stop crying

Your tears are driving me insane

Please child stop crying

The way you are screaming

With your wet cheeks gleaming

The neighbours will think you’re dying

I keep and keep trying

To sooth and calm you

Please child stop crying

You’re making me cry to

Please kid I’ve only got 2 hands

And I’ve done all I can

And it’s really hard to think at 2am

Please child stop crying

Go to sleep

Come on there’s no harm in trying

Mummy will pass out on the floor and try to