Tuesday, July 12, 2016

The middle guy is 12..



This boy turned 12 yesterday, our middle guy.

Its our little tradition to talk about their birth stories on their birthday, and this one was something quite magically surreal.  I'm sure all the angels were smiling down upon us this night, because his birth was something of a dream.

He was ten days overdue and I'd been to visit my wonderfully wise Nan, mum to eleven, the day before labour started. I mentioned that I may have had a little show a couple of days ago but I wasn't too sure.  In her loving but very stern way, she told me I should be seeing my doctor about that and you don't just leave those things go.

While playing the waiting game, we took ourselves and our big 2yr old boy off to see his first movie. We had a relaxing late afternoon drive through the mountains and came home to fish 'n chips and Saturday night footy. Sitting there on the couch, I told Nick what Nan had said. He suggested that perhaps I should just go and get checked out, for peace of mind. So I did.  

I jumped in the car, took myself into the Royal Women's and waited a few hours to be checked over. They were quite happy that everything was as it should be and reassured me that the baby will come whenever it's ready.  So at 11:30 at night, back into the car I hoped and took myself home.

I was quietly creeping into bed beside Nick at midnight, he asked how I was and I said fine.  Right then we both heard 'POP', seriously heard it!  I'm not even sure what that pop was, but at that very moment my water broke!  Nick jumped on the phone to Mum, who must have been camped around the corner because it seemed like 5 minutes flat and she was knocking on our front door, while I scurried to the bathroom laughing and mopping up puddles as I went.

We arrived back at the hospital to find there was only one other woman admitted who had just given birth earlier that evening.  The reception desk had three delightful midwives sitting, drinking tea, knitting and welcoming us to the suite. They made us comfortable and sat to chat with us for a bit. Contractions were mild and not very close. In other birthing experiences with both the big and the littles guy, we've always been sent home, but considering we were the only ones there on this night, we were told to make ourselves at home and just holler if we needed anything.

We couldn't believe how calm and relaxed everything was, after quite a manic and rather scary first time round experience, it felt like the world had come to a halt for this very special moment in time. Nick chatted with all the lovely ladies, just waiting on this baby.  My contractions began to speed up a little and I could feel my body getting ready.  I took the opportunity to go to the loo just to cleanse, you know, and as I walked past the happy little group of smiling women, one called out "Are you sure you need to go, this is what the baby's head feels like and I don't want it to be born into the toilet!" I did wonder this, but I knew that as soon as I had cleared my bowels I'd be able to surrender to the birth.

I remember walking past the desk on my way back to our room, watching all the smiles and knitting and cups of tea, and thinking how blessed to have all of these people just sitting here, just waiting for me and this baby.  I was told to get some sleep now, it'll be a while yet and I will need all the rest I could get.  But just as I climbed up onto my bed, labour took hold.  The contractions quickly became more and more intense.  I looked at Nick and told him this was it.  He ran to the door and called to the midwives who casually popped in to check me over and reassure us it will be some time yet. But this baby was coming soon and I knew it. 

I grabbed hold of Nick's hand tightly, he buzzed the desk, and the next few minutes are a bit of a blur. I do remember that just as I thought I couldn't bare the pain a moment longer, there was all the encouragement from this incredible team of women and my beautiful strong husband to push just one more time.  From somewhere deep within came the strength, that primal force to push, so hard, and that was it.

At 4am, our little Jimmy was born. Within seconds a doctor appeared to examine us both (I remember it being a crazy long wait the first time) and everyone was all a buzz about how wonderful this was, and what a beautiful birth it was to be a witness to. 

By the time I'd showered and we were snuggled up in bed together, the real world had started again. More women in labour checking in and midwives moving hastily about.  Not a cup of tea or a pair of knitting needles in sight.


Tuesday, July 5, 2016

june portraits..

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after a visit to the op-shop with nana, these wings have barely come off her back 
"I have beautiful wings!" she sings and flies about the house whispering "flitter flutter flitter flutter" as she goes

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tap shoes, every single day

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the week she moved into a 'big girl' bed

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she's a story teller, just like her biggest brother whose teachers would call us to 'clarify a few things' ever now and then.  At least this time we'll be a little more prepared


June, another month of capturing this little girls ever growing personality.

She has us in fits of laughter and cringing with frustration all at once.  She's assertive and feisty, shy and gentle.  A mixed bag of never ending surprises.  

She suddenly seems so grown up and I wonder if not having enrolled her into three year old kinder this year was a such a good thing.  I worry she might find it harder next year when she starts four year old kinder.  How will she cope with the structure, with so many other personalities and new experiences.  But then I look, and I see she's just a baby.   I feel assured there's plenty of time for all those things.  At least I hope so.  

More portraits here..


Thursday, June 16, 2016

the sunset series..chasing winter skies






Last night, just before dinner time, four out of the six of us went to the beach to soak in some pastel wintery skies.

The colours were so soft and whimsical, the air fresh, and barely a breeze was blowing.  We wandered the rocks, admired brave surfers dashing past us, zipping their wetsuits as they ran, busting out of themselves to hit those waves.

The middle guy sat on a rock to write, the little girl splashed in rock puddles singing happy songs and squealing with delight at the pink sky all aglow. We walked for ages, chatting about this and that, mostly a certain someone's up and coming 12th birthday.

The waves rolled in so loudly, looking like big soft fluffy clouds.  Apart from the surfers in the sea, there was barely another person in sight.  Like a secret paradise all of our very own. Its been too long between beach visits.  The chance to stop and breathe it all in was just what I needed without even knowing.

Hooray for winter skies and glorious mid week beach wanders.

Wednesday, June 8, 2016

this knee rug..made with love



Our lovely elderly neighbour is forever spoiling the kids with gifts or sweets at significant times throughout the year. Christmas, Easter and birthday's when she remembers.  

I've been wanting to make her something for so long now, but it would just be left by the wayside every time I'd make a start.  So finally, I made her a knee rug.  Just in time for this very cold coastal winter that has arrived with vigour.

I have to say, this was such an enjoyable project.  Maybe because I was excited to be making something for our sweet Zayda, maybe because the yarn was so lovely and soft to work with, and maybe because I loved the way this stitch looked as it came together to make one large snugly square.

It's deliciously soft to touch and just the right shade of silvery grey.  A simple treble and double crochet alternating, repeated over and over until it was just the right size.  Small enough to fold neatly onto a chair and light enough to pull softly over the knees.

I hope there are many cosy afternoon naps and comfy nights of watching her favourite shows to be enjoyed under this knee rug.  This knee rug, made with love.

Happy winter everyone!

Monday, June 6, 2016

may portraits..

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"it's a hard nut life.." from the movie Annie,her favourite movie right now. I hear her burst into song throughout the house and my heart overflows

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waiting for her turn in the bath, making me promise I won't wash her hair "say it mumma, say I not washin' hair"

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she gets dressed and tests her skirts for twirling every single morning

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new shoes..belated birthday shoes, worth the wait

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her 'dancer' skirts are to be worn Harry Highpants style, this is not negotiable


May has been a month of (more) strong will, singing out loud, dancing skirts worn her own way, 'sleebs' (sleeves) always turned up, and sooo much development! She is amazing us with the things she knows, the way she articulates a sentence, her sense of humour and her nurturing ways. In this month of May, she drew her first real picture! A body with eyes, a nose, a mouth, arms and legs. Now when she draws, the shoes and hair are added.  I've always been so amazed and so ridiculously excited by each of their first 'real' drawings.  It's such a milestone, don't you think. 

Her brothers know her well and know just what to say to make her feel happy when she is sad. They piggyback her to the bathroom to brush her teeth for bed, they make her snacks, and sit to watch her shows. They know her quirks, her routine and how to distract her when she won't take no for an answer.  She hugs them tight, plays their games and loves them fiercely. 

They are a lucky little bunch, these four. 


More portraits over at Practicing Simplicity..


Monday, May 9, 2016

what I've been making..





It's been a while between crochet posts, so here's a little update on what I've been making and what's currently on the hook.

Bonnets for gorgeous new babies, beanies, cowls and blankets in the making.  

It's been a busy couple of months juggling lots of projects at once, and there are still so many things I want to make a start on.  It's always so nice to have something on the hook, ready and waiting for me to pick up when it suits me, when my fingers need to be busy and my mind needs to rest. 



Monday, April 25, 2016

april portraits..

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stormy skies, soft warm winds and fresh clean sand just waiting for tiny feet

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a pocket full of posies

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a moment of still

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" Look a this! Look a meee!" the youngest of four, always trying to get a laugh out of her brothers.. forever our clown


The roller coaster that is three!

Boy oh boy is this little chicken ramping things up.  

The curdling screech is pretty much her go-to voice if requests are not met within .5 of a second.

She has to do everything herself, and must assist everyone else with what they do also.

You can not laugh, ever, when you catch her doing something totally adorable without risking attack and tantrum.

She will eat constantly.

She completely and utterly refuses to toilet train.

Heaven help us if there is not a 'dancer' skirt available to wear on any given day.  A pocket dress, might be allowed with some coaxing and promises of treasures to be found.

She will let out a shrill that could shatter glass just randomly, for no apparent reason.

She will talk all. day. long!

Fortunately though, she tells the best stories.

She sings instructions and twirls through her days.

She is the family clown and loves to make us laugh (on her terms) with her talking belly voice.

She loves nothing more than to be helping outside, and she is the hardest little worker ever!

Her bedtime routine is a performance for all the family to see.

Her imagination is boundless and watching her play is pure joy.

She hugs hard and kisses often.

She will sit right by her brothers side when they are sad or upset, and she won't leave until they're smiling again.

She closes her little prayer hands and tucks them under her cheek to sleep.

She is bossy.  She is loud.  She is hilariously funny and she is so full of love for us all.




Monday, March 28, 2016

march portraits..

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there has never been a greater build up or more excitement shown for this time of year by any of our children like there has been by this girl..beside herself excited! 

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with three big brothers, theres always someone willing to give her a piggy-back ride when those little legs are tired out

11/52..
she came thudding loudly up the hallway, I said "look at you galloping like a horse" and she replies "no mumma I'm flying like a fairy, see my wings!"

10/52..
outside baths in the drinks cooler..


A month of adjusting to the change of seasons, and carefully re-introducing layers.  She is not a fan of long pants or any kind of jacket.  It's 'dancer' skirts everyday, so the most I've managed is a singlet and the occasional pair of socks, mostly socks with sandals, but socks nonetheless! 

Our three year old has ramped up her attitude and fever pitch screeching this month.  Throw in relentless whinging and serious determination, and we are all a little worn out.  Luckily, amongst it all, there's there irresistible sweetness, that squeaky little voice, the fairy wings and story telling, all the discoveries and learning and growth.  Watching the little girl emerge.

She's exhausting and exasperating, but she's just so darn adorable.