this moment..

It's difficult to imagine beyond the now, this moment, day to day.

I was so sure that our little guy was the last, our family was complete and I soaked him in, every little bit.

Now, six years on, we have been blessed with this brand new babe, this unexpected, exquisite little gift, and I still can't quite believe we have her.

Seeing our little guy off to begin school last year, I went through a kind of grieving process.  My last baby a big school kid already.  It took me a long while to come to terms with that.  Then suddenly life looked easier.  We'd moved beyond the baby/toddler years, no more sleeps to factor into a day, we could leave the house without having to pack a thing.  They all wake and make their own breaky in the morning and get themselves dressed for school.  Easy.

Now, we're back.  Back to the packing a bag before leaving the house, back to sleep times and having to be super organised.  Back to timing the feed before jumping in the car..the "quick, quick, lets go!!" as soon as baby is fed.

All of that is happening again, and it's surreal.  But she fits right in, she was meant to be here.

I look at her and I can only see this moment.  I still can't picture the crawling baby, the toddler, the kinder girl and beyond.

I can't imagine her growing up to develop into her own little self.  Argh, the tantrums, or heaven forbid, say the 'H' word.  But I know she will, and my heart will hurt.  My own mum says that when she does, I'll just turn away and I'll laugh to myself when I hear it, and I'll remember this moment..

This moment, when we'd look into each others eyes equally smitten.  I'll remember how I'd bury myself into her softness and breathe in her sweetness..

This heavenly moment..x

my creative space..

two of my guys and I headed off to the carboot sale this morning to find ourselves some treasures, and treasures we did find..

I spotted this dusty old bird cage far into the distance,  it was hanging from a trailer with a manky old fluffy parrot inside.  The cage was $5 dollars and the manky parrot complimentary.

My plan was to paint this sweet old cage white, but I've decided I like it just the way it is.  We took the parrot out and put him in a tree at the park on the walk home and gave the cage a scrub.  I pulled out the fabric stash and made a far from perfect but very pretty mama bird and now it hangs in my Olives room..love!

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captivated..

this post was to be about a scarf I made for a sweet litte girl 

who asked me to make her one forever ago!

finally, this week I made it, and it's lovely, I think she'll like it.

Then I asked this boy to pop it on so I could take some pictures for the blog, as you do...

and then the post came to be about him...captivated I am.

(..and a token picture of the scarf in colour)

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Welcoming autumn with some pretty pieces found on our walk the other day.

My guys and I left Olive at home sleeping while dad worked, and we ventured out to find treasures blown about in a recent storm.  

I was going to make a mobile with sticks and floral fabrics but this rugged branch is what happened instead.

I quite like it..

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six weeks...

six weeks goes fast, I don't want that newborn baby time to end, and then I get all swept up in wondering what she'll be like as she grows, what colour will her eyes be, will her hair stay dark, what will her little voice sound like when she says "muma", her chunky thighs sporting frilly swimmers on the beach next summer, being able to just swing her onto my hip for school drop offs and pick up...

I need to remind myself not to wish the time away and to just be in the moment, for already she is growing up.

Life is busy, I forget so many things, and some things just have to be eliminated from the endless 'to do's' in my everyday.  Some days I can't keep up, and some days I have time to spare.  Some days I  want to go out and catch up with people, other days it's just all too much.  Working from home is wonderful but hard.  Often there is an endless parade of visitors, and I welcome an opportunity to stop for a cuppa, but it's difficult to get things done before school pick up, and sometimes I just don't want to answer the door.

It's all very up and down at the moment, as hormones take on a life of their own.  At six weeks I want everything else to just stop so that I don't miss this time..

At six weeks she's still sleeping well most of the time, and mostly she is the easiest baby ever.  Then she'll have a restless day or night and there is no choice but to stop, put everything else aside and just tend to her.

At six weeks, she is waking longer during the day and is so alert.  She takes in her surroundings, fixes her gaze upon her brothers when they 'coo' at her, and already likes to be up with us when dinner time comes around, part of the gang.

At six weeks she loves to be held, though she sleeps in her basket and settles herself too.  She is suddenly growing enough to fit into all those gorgeous 000 suits she's been gifted.  

At six weeks, she's still a poo shooter! We have to be very quick with the nappy change, she's a lethal weapon..much to the delight of three big brothers.

At six weeks I breathe in her new baby smell and she melts my heart.  She is pure delight.

   

the leftovers garland..

it's hard for me to believe, but at only 3 weeks old our little girl is really looking around and taking in her surrounds.  When she has those wakey moments she listens to all the goings on and follows our voices all around, so I thought it time to add some subtle stimulation to her bassinet.

I pulled out the stash of odds, ends and leftovers and stitched up a delicately rugged little garland for her and I love it..

..and I love that it is just as pretty from behind.

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reality check..

My blog is a favourite place for me.  A place I like to document moments, to share my thoughts, creative bits and bobs and things I make.  There are so many blog meme's and linky's I'd love to be a part of, they are loads of fun and a nice way to be introduced to other lovely folk and their spaces, but the reality is I just don't have the time right now.  

I was especially looking forward to being a part of the gorgeous 52 project this year, I'm forever taking pictures anyway. Then suddenly yesterday as I was going through the weeks pictures I felt that they were somehow empty.  I couldn't find an image that represented a moment perfectly, and it occurred to me that after all this time, my blog is a far more personal space than I had imagined.  When I blog I want it to represent something, to have meaning and significance even if it's only for my own benefit, something for me and my gang to look back on and remember.

So for now, at least, I'm just going to blog when it counts, to me.  That little teeny weeny hand up there and those three protective big brother hands require all the time, attention and energy I can give, and that in itself is no easy feat.

So I may not be posting quite so often, but I will most definitely be popping by other lovely spaces to see what you're all up to during those quiet moments as I'm feeding little Olive, it's way too hard to stay away..x

making it quick..

it's busy round here with the new bebe, new business and the beginning of school term, but my fingers were itching to start something new and finish it nice and quick.

So when a moment presented itself I grabbed the hook, this soft pink cotton from the stash and made our little Olive a hat.

Satisfied the itch and cute to boot.

It's too big just at the moment, she looks a bit like Bill and Ben the flower pot men wearing it she's so small, but hopefully by the time the cooler weather comes along it'll be the perfect fit.


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