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 (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.

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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.

 

 

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Day8: Riley enjoying my homemade yogurt –Winning J.

 

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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.

 

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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.

 

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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

VIP

VIP: Post 65 of 365 Post Prompts for 2014.

Hey, only 300 more to go LOL!

Today’s post asks us who is the most important person in our lives and how would our day-to-day existence be different without them.

Well that’s an easy question for me = My Son.

Riley and Me

Life without my son would be; quieter, cheaper, I’d get to sleep in, I’d have privacy and time to myself. But I wouldn’t have as much love or as many smiles. There would be a hole in my soul, so large I couldn’t control and I think my existence would fade away.

Seven Days

Seven Days: Post 63 of 365 post prompts 2014

Today’s post asks us the question; You wake up tomorrow morning to find all your plans have been cancelled for the next seven days and there is $10,000 on your dresser. Tell us about your week.

WOO HOO!!! YES PLEASE!!!

I’d nick off with my son and hubby camping at one of our fave spots. Just the three of us self-sufficient in our 4wd and roof top tent. Probably up to Lostock for a let’s say three days, then maybe even Coffs Harbour for two more. So we’d get some bush camping then some beach.

After that I’d come back home and go all out the opposite and stay at a real fancy hotel/holiday spa up the Hunter Valley. Just me and the hubby for a day/night with a gigantic spa bath, in room massages, mani and pedi treatments etc.

Aww my feet ache just thinking about it. What I wouldn’t give for a pedicure and a foot massage right now. But alas nappies and baby formula (well anything for my son) take top spot in the purchases budget over my own little luxuries these days (as with every mother).

We keep trying to get away camping but something always comes up. Life has a bad habit of getting in the way.

Publishing Poetry

I’m in the process of putting together and publishing two poetry collections; one entitled The World Around Me and the other My Mind The Menace.

I haven’t been posting much poetry lately and the above is the reason. I’m writing this post to keep myself on track and hold myself accountable to this task. I haven’t managed to work on the project for the last two months, I’ve been flat out.  My son has started swimming lessons, going to day care and the older he gets the more of my time he needs, yeah I know excuses excuses, and really I’ve been spending any spare time reading. Like I said I’m writing this post and putting it out there so you can help keep me on track.

The World Around Me will be a collection of my poems about the things I Feel, See and Love.

My Mind The Menace Will be a collection of poems written in my darker moments (to remind us all that no emotion is permanent and moving forward is always possible).

My son is going to be an artist?

I just finished cleaning up after my seven month old son Riley made me a finger painting, on the bathroom tiles, with his own spew.

I was in the bathroom and Riley was sitting on the floor next to me, right when I was unable to grab him he vomited (milk spit up) and proceeded to rub it around the tiles and make patterns. He made a rather large mess on the floor and was looking up at me smiling proudly.

He just frowned at me as I picked him up and moved him then continued to clean up his ‘art’.

Oh the Joy of Parenthood.

 

 

Life Lately

I haven’t had time to post much lately, things have been rather hectic.

I’ve lost many hours and been through a great deal of stress trying to get everything organised for my son to start day care next week. So I’m already upset at the fact that I’m losing my baby boy to strangers, then I get dicked around by the government over child care rebates – NOT HAPPY JAN!!! Anyway I got it all sorted today finally, but DAMN why does everything have to be so hard!

I’m constantly on edge at the moment and it’s really starting to get on top of me – I NEED A BREAK – but as a mum I’ll never get one again. Just when I think I’m at my lowest point, in the darkest frame of mind I’ve ever been in, I get lower and it gets darker, I’m swinging like a god damn chimpanzee.

I did have a high light on Tuesday, it was my son’s first swimming lesson. I was really nervous, but Riley seemed to have a good time. He loves the water, he was one of the few babies who didn’t cry. When he was supposed to be floating on his back he kicked his legs and when he was supposed to be kicking he was just staring at the ceiling or watching the other babies – Yep that’s my boy easily distracted and doesn’t do what he’s told (sounds just like me all the way through school).

Tomorrow is February first so I’m going to get back on the band wagon with the 365 post challenge, I haven’t managed to do it for a few days now.

Also tomorrow I’ll be attending a day course on creative writing run by the Hunter Writers Centre. Really the last thing I feel like doing at the moment is going to a course in town, I’d rather stay in bed for a month straight in a dark quiet cave, but I know I’ll enjoy myself one I get there. I hope! I’m going to have to try a shut the real world out for the day.

Growing up too fast!!

Tomorrow my little baby boy will be seven months old. Today he started to wear “Toddler” Nappies, yes my seven month old son is now wearing nappies for toddlers. Riley’s not a Fat baby if that’s what you’re thinking, No he’s just a big boy! Built like a rugby player, solid and strong. I’m rather upset about it, he’s growing too fast!!!! And also tomorrow I’ll be another year older! Yep I’d say I’m not going to have a good day tomorrow, but I’ll try to stay positive!

Train Trip

So on Friday Riley had his first Train ride and his first trip to Sydney. Everything went quite well and he was well behaved, be it quite noisy on the train trying to talk to everyone in his own way, but he seemed to enjoy himself. He was so tired from his Sydney adventure that he fell asleep on my lap while I was giving him his bottle, he hasn’t done that since he was about three months old. He was fast asleep in my arms, I managed to change his nappy and put him in his sleeping bag, then into his cot all without him waking up, yep he was exhausted, and it was wonderful.Sleeping Angel