Yep, my poor little fella has come down with a cold. And just to make the day even better (NOT) I attempted to take him to a birthday party and we didn't even get halfway there before his motion sickness started. I hate seeing him sick like that, it's so hard to explain it to him. At least I've managed to notice the signs that it's about to occur, which means less panic and stress for him.
Ahh dear, poor little munchkin. All I want to do is cuddle up in bed with him and to make him feel better, but I really don't want to catch his lurgy. I managed to miss the last one he had so we'll see what happens this time, fingers crossed.
Saturday, September 29, 2007
Thursday, September 27, 2007
Growing Up
I know they have to grow up, but it's just not fair! Brock started kindy yesterday. He had a fairly disasterous trial day at a different centre earlier this year, but he seemed excited about starting at the "new kindy". It all went off without a hitch and he had a great time. Actually when I went to pick him up he didn't want to leave! He eventually decided that he'd come home with me and although he was obviously worn out, he entertained all my questioning.
He spent the day playing outside, doing puzzles and reading stories. His teacher said that he questioned everything that they gave him to eat, but once she explained what it was he was happy. He had a banana muffin for morning tea, which "tasted funny" until Miss Ella told him what it was. He refused to drink his milk at morning tea, stating he doesn't like it (the ONE thing I forgot to tell them) so he had water instead, which was "much better" apparently. At lunch he ate vegemite and strawberry jam, leaving behind his crusts as usual and gave his teacher a look when she asked him to eat them. LOL
All in all he seemed to have a great day and was really excited about going back again today. When I dropped him off this morning, I asked him if he wanted me to stay for a little bit or if he wanted to say goodbye now. He thought for, oh about a half a second and said "no I'll say goodbye now" gave me a kiss and a hug and off he went. As much as it's a little bit sad, feels like the end of his babyhood I guess, I am really happy that he's happy to be there. It certainly makes it easier for me knowing that he's in good care and he's happy.
Anyway, to celebrate the occasion of course I scrapped a page, and here it is.
Credits : Paper, Ribbon and Embellishments from “Lucky Star” free kit by Gina Cabrera of www.digitaldesignessentials.com ; Frames created in Adobe PSE ; Fonts used Kids and Georgia ; Software used Adobe PSE
He spent the day playing outside, doing puzzles and reading stories. His teacher said that he questioned everything that they gave him to eat, but once she explained what it was he was happy. He had a banana muffin for morning tea, which "tasted funny" until Miss Ella told him what it was. He refused to drink his milk at morning tea, stating he doesn't like it (the ONE thing I forgot to tell them) so he had water instead, which was "much better" apparently. At lunch he ate vegemite and strawberry jam, leaving behind his crusts as usual and gave his teacher a look when she asked him to eat them. LOL
All in all he seemed to have a great day and was really excited about going back again today. When I dropped him off this morning, I asked him if he wanted me to stay for a little bit or if he wanted to say goodbye now. He thought for, oh about a half a second and said "no I'll say goodbye now" gave me a kiss and a hug and off he went. As much as it's a little bit sad, feels like the end of his babyhood I guess, I am really happy that he's happy to be there. It certainly makes it easier for me knowing that he's in good care and he's happy.
Anyway, to celebrate the occasion of course I scrapped a page, and here it is.
Credits : Paper, Ribbon and Embellishments from “Lucky Star” free kit by Gina Cabrera of www.digitaldesignessentials.com ; Frames created in Adobe PSE ; Fonts used Kids and Georgia ; Software used Adobe PSE
Wednesday, September 19, 2007
Memories
Have you noticed how certain smells can trigger a memory? I've always been intrigued by aromas, they seem to have such an effect on me and my favourites can always be linked to a happy memory.
As a six or seven year old I remember the smell that was created when my mum filled out my school tuckshop order. I was only allowed to have a tuckshop lunch once a fortnight and it was a big deal to sit down with mum the night before and decide on my order. She would write my name, class and order on the front of a brown paper bag with a nicko pen. The smelly pen would emit this odour that resembled banana and metho. It would fill the room as soon as she took the lid off. I could still smell it the following day when I was handed my lunch after the tuckshop box had been delivered to the classroom.
When my husband and I started seeing each other I would always wear my 'good' perfume when I was around him. He always to this day comments on the scent and how many wonderful memories he has that are associated with it. It's the same for me and the aftershave that he wears. Every time he wears it I am bombarded by the memories from our early days together and our wedding.
Somebody told me while I was pregnant with our son that there was nothing in this world like the smell of an unborn baby. I never thought they'd be so right. It's such an indescribable aroma and one that I haven't experienced since Brock's was all sniffed out. I'm looking forward to being able to experience that beautiful smell once again.
Today I decided to make a start on all the baby washing that needs to be done before November. I honestly wasn't prepared for the emotions involved in performing such a simple task. As I filled the machine with the first load of terry flats, I thought it funny that I was actually here again, getting our lives ready to welcome another little person into our world. Then once the water had filled I opened the new bottle of Amolin washing liquid and it hit me. This smell that was pure 100% memory filled bliss. As I stirred the liquid through the water, the scent danced around me and my eyes filled with tears at the memories that came flooding back. Tiny baby clothes hanging on the line, then folded neatly in their place waiting to be used. Walking into the room and being confronted by the exact same smell, knowing that I was about to become a mummy. Sitting in the rocking chair in the wee hours of the morning holding this tiny person in my arms and vowing to never forget such precious moments. All this from one simple smell.
This intoxicating scent has taken me back to such a beautiful moment, that I'm sitting here with tears rolling down my cheeks remembering all the wonderful moments in those first few weeks with my baby boy. I've never actually wanted to do washing so much in my life LOL
As a six or seven year old I remember the smell that was created when my mum filled out my school tuckshop order. I was only allowed to have a tuckshop lunch once a fortnight and it was a big deal to sit down with mum the night before and decide on my order. She would write my name, class and order on the front of a brown paper bag with a nicko pen. The smelly pen would emit this odour that resembled banana and metho. It would fill the room as soon as she took the lid off. I could still smell it the following day when I was handed my lunch after the tuckshop box had been delivered to the classroom.
When my husband and I started seeing each other I would always wear my 'good' perfume when I was around him. He always to this day comments on the scent and how many wonderful memories he has that are associated with it. It's the same for me and the aftershave that he wears. Every time he wears it I am bombarded by the memories from our early days together and our wedding.
Somebody told me while I was pregnant with our son that there was nothing in this world like the smell of an unborn baby. I never thought they'd be so right. It's such an indescribable aroma and one that I haven't experienced since Brock's was all sniffed out. I'm looking forward to being able to experience that beautiful smell once again.
Today I decided to make a start on all the baby washing that needs to be done before November. I honestly wasn't prepared for the emotions involved in performing such a simple task. As I filled the machine with the first load of terry flats, I thought it funny that I was actually here again, getting our lives ready to welcome another little person into our world. Then once the water had filled I opened the new bottle of Amolin washing liquid and it hit me. This smell that was pure 100% memory filled bliss. As I stirred the liquid through the water, the scent danced around me and my eyes filled with tears at the memories that came flooding back. Tiny baby clothes hanging on the line, then folded neatly in their place waiting to be used. Walking into the room and being confronted by the exact same smell, knowing that I was about to become a mummy. Sitting in the rocking chair in the wee hours of the morning holding this tiny person in my arms and vowing to never forget such precious moments. All this from one simple smell.
This intoxicating scent has taken me back to such a beautiful moment, that I'm sitting here with tears rolling down my cheeks remembering all the wonderful moments in those first few weeks with my baby boy. I've never actually wanted to do washing so much in my life LOL
Thursday, September 13, 2007
Been a busy girl
Well I've finished off two projects and the recipients see to be very happy with the results which has me tickled pink.
The first are designs for christmas cards for the lovely Fiesty Kel.
As soon as I have the ok to, I'll post pics of the other project.
Thursday, September 6, 2007
Back on track
Well I had my first appointment with the hospital Obstetrician yesterday and I must say I feel so much more relaxed. Everything is going well, BP was a little high but still normal considering the 90 min wait to see the doctor. My glucose test came back normal, which was a relief.
Bub seems to be doing well, he's still measuring big and sitting in a breech position. So I got a referal for a scan, which is being done on the 21st. They are going to check his size and various other things. The Dr said I don't need to worry about bub being breech until 37/38 weeks, only then will they try to turn him and if that's not successful, then the only option is a caeser. Not ideal but I guess I don't have to worry about it for another 7 or 8 weeks.
So now everything is back on track and I can get back to worrying about getting everything ready for bub's arrival.
Bub seems to be doing well, he's still measuring big and sitting in a breech position. So I got a referal for a scan, which is being done on the 21st. They are going to check his size and various other things. The Dr said I don't need to worry about bub being breech until 37/38 weeks, only then will they try to turn him and if that's not successful, then the only option is a caeser. Not ideal but I guess I don't have to worry about it for another 7 or 8 weeks.
So now everything is back on track and I can get back to worrying about getting everything ready for bub's arrival.
Monday, September 3, 2007
What a let down
Well yesterday (Father's Day) ended up being a shitty day all round I think.
My poor hubby didn't have the nicest father's day. He didn't hear from his eldest son at all, not a card, phone call or even a text message. He was so upset. What made it worse is that it was his first father's day as a grandfather too and his son still didn't bother. I'm so cranky, I feel like ringing him up and giving him what for. The poor guy doesn't deserve to be treated like this, he does everything he can for his kids. It's so hard to have to stand by and watch. But nothing I can say or do will make it hurt any less.
A very dear friend got some news yesterday that she didn't really want and wasn't at all prepared or ready for. Again, nothing I can do or say will make it hurt any less, but gees I wish the people that I care so much about didn't have to endure such heartaches. It sucks, it really does.
My poor hubby didn't have the nicest father's day. He didn't hear from his eldest son at all, not a card, phone call or even a text message. He was so upset. What made it worse is that it was his first father's day as a grandfather too and his son still didn't bother. I'm so cranky, I feel like ringing him up and giving him what for. The poor guy doesn't deserve to be treated like this, he does everything he can for his kids. It's so hard to have to stand by and watch. But nothing I can say or do will make it hurt any less.
A very dear friend got some news yesterday that she didn't really want and wasn't at all prepared or ready for. Again, nothing I can do or say will make it hurt any less, but gees I wish the people that I care so much about didn't have to endure such heartaches. It sucks, it really does.
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