My dearest darling girl,
You are now 5 months old and what a gorgeous doll you are.
It seems every day you are growing and learning something new. It’s been a big month for milestones. Your bottom two teeth came through at 21 weeks. I’m not sure how I feel about this advanced development. I am still breast feeding you and am not a huge fan of your sharp little toothy pegs!! However, apart from being a little grumpy and a bit unsettled with your day sleeps, you have handled their arrival very well.
You are also on the move! From your first complete roll over at 17 weeks, you haven’t looked back. It has got to the point were I can no longer leave you on the floor and expect to find you in the same place again! You have gone from hating being on your tummy to flipping over as soon as I put you down. You have even started to push yourself around and experiment with pulling your knees up. None of your toys are safe now as you reach for them and put them in your mouth. Different sounds captivate you and your favourite toys at the moment are a cloth book and anything that rattles or has bells. You also love music and hearing people sing. Even my terrible voice!! It’s lucky you don’t understand what I am saying as I often have to make up the words. Even after three babies nursery rhymes are not my forte.
The bond between you and the men in our lives grows daily. You let daddy settle you to sleep and love his cuddles almost as much as mine now. As for your big brothers, well, mutual adoration is probably an understatement. I’m so overjoyed at how easily they have accepted you into their lives and hearts. Especially, your biggest brother who dotes on you every second of the day. He soothes you when you are crying in the car or feeling lonely on the mat on the floor and he loves to chat to you. He also desperately wants to be able to pick you up, but I’m not quite ready for that yet!
As for me, darling girl, you are my touchstone. Through all the stress and worry of buying, selling and moving house, being able to stop and take care of your needs grounds me. It forces me to pause, clear my head and refocus. You and your brothers are why we are making this move. And you are worth every ounce of effort it takes.
You are my heart xxx
I have titled this post as such because that is exactly what it is. A cathartic, chaotic brain-dump with a big fat sorry at the end.
As I sit here amongst a million half packed boxes, I need to quiet all the noise in my head. Tapping it out on a keyboard is the only way I know how to do that.
I thought last year was rough, but only a month and a half in, this year is really giving 2013 a run for its money!
You see, we are moving. We decided at Christmas that we had talked about it for long enough. We want a lifestyle change – a sea change in fact, and we finally decided on the location. We came home from holidays and sold our house. It was on the market for less the 48 hours.
What followed next was a whirlwind of real estate agents, banks, solicitors, valuers and building inspectors. Unfortunately the whirlwind continues as the house
we I had my heart set on purchasing, fell through. Now we have a week to find somewhere else and hope they agree our terms of settlement, otherwise we are homeless and face renting while continuing the hunt. Moving again in six months time is an unattractive prospect, especially with three kids.
So that is what’s been happening. Of course, on top of all that there has been all the other “stuff” that comes with major relocation. Researching schools (a huge stress for me), sourcing packing supplies and storage, oh and in all our spare time, The Man insisted on window-shopping for new furniture for the yet-to-be-secured new house.
Of course, I am also trying to look after a very clingy baby and have come down with a nasty case of treatment-resistant oral thrush. My doctor has also threatened to stab me in the butt with a needle because my iron levels are so low. I gracefully declined her offer!
Now to that sorry. Several sorries actually. I need to apologise to the following:
- All my friends and family, to whom I have only been communicating with via text or Facebook because I am too frazzled to hold an intelligible conversation, I’m also sorry that at the moment it’s all about ME!
- Bam Bam’s prep teacher and principal who probably think I am a raving lunatic for repeatedly bailing them up and interrogating them regarding schooling in a region they have no idea about,
- My boys, for my absolute and complete lack of patience, attention and tolerance for anything other than perfect behaviour. You have been so good considering the circumstances and I hope one day you come to know that all of this is because your dad and I want to make a better life for you and your sister.
- Pebbles, for not being able to just sit and gaze at you for hours on end. Please know that this is my most heartfelt desire.
- The Man, for wanting to stab you multiple times, several times a day. I have been reassured this is a completely normal response to these times of high stress but I’m sure that’s cold comfort to you right now. I know you are stressed too, and it’s not your fault you are really effing annoying. Love you muchly.
- My body, for not looking after you properly and for not getting enough sleep, for eating crap and for expecting too much of you. Not only are you getting me about but you are also trying your hardest to nourish another human and you’re doing a top job under the circumstances.
I must remember that this time shall soon pass. The angst and effort will all be worth it. I look forward to being able to relax and enjoy a long desired lifestyle change with my family.
Have you ever made a major relocation? How did you survive? Any tips would be greatly appreciated!!
Would you believe that two weeks into the school year and I have already had to replace a shoe lace?
What is it with kids and shoes?? Since starting school two years ago, I’ve lost count of how many pairs the Wilful One has gone through. Not to mention multiple sets of laces for each of those pairs of shoes!! How do they manage to shred them so quickly? I never remember needing new shoes (or laces) so often when I was a kid. I’m quite sure my mum would have resorted to duct tape and cardboard boxes if I had.
I find the issue of cost a real dilemma. Do you go cheap and nasty or go for the more expensive brands in the hope they are better quality? In my experience it can be pretty hit and miss with the cost-quality equation. However with the Wilful One, the issue of fit (long & narrow foot) means we usually need go for a higher end shoe so he doesn’t end up walking like Krusty the Clown! We are lucky enough to get away with just joggers at our school, no formal shoes required, and I’ve found a brand and style that suits his foot and doesn’t seem to get shredded *quite* so quickly. I was very happy to discover this great 2 for 1 deal on brand name junior joggers at Paul’s Warehouse. I think I might stock up on the next few sizes up as well!
Do your kids destroy shoes before they grow out of them? Do you go for the cheaper option or something more expensive?
Disclaimer: I was given a voucher from Paul’s Warehouse, however all words & opinions are my own. School shoes really do give me the blues & I can never go past a good 2 for 1 deal!!
Yesterday you turned 4 months old. Despite my hardest wishes, your newborn days have slipped through my fingers like sand. If only I could freeze time.
Every day I enjoy you and soak up your goodness like a sponge. You are such a darling.
Mummy is still your favourite person in the world, much to everyone’s dismay. You like a cuddle from other people but it isn’t long before you want to be back in my arms. I don’t mind one bit.
Yes, we have our moments – you are very good at letting me know when you are not happy, but that is usually only when you are tired or hungry. Your mood can turn in a second and I admit this makes me very nervous for the future!
The pain of reflux is generally well managed by the medication and you are finally getting used to the car seat and pram. Up until two days ago, you had been sleeping like an angel, as long as you are zipped up in your ergo cocoon. I’m assuming you are going through a growth spurt and this little hiccup will pass soon as you love your sleep, just like your mama. And just like your mama, you get very grumpy if you get woken up or get overtired!
It doesn’t matter if you are awake or asleep, everywhere we go, people stop me and say how beautiful you are. Everyone says how much you look like me but it amazes me how much you look like your biggest brother.
Every day you are learning and growing. The day you turned 17 weeks you did a full roll, from back to front to back again. Anything that makes music gives you delight so you quickly worked out how to pull the toy on your gym-mat that sings to you. Nanna gave you a butterfly that has a light in the belly and it plays a song when you squeeze it’s hand. Your brothers fight over who gets to turn it on and make it you smile. The three of you love having a bath together and you are very content hanging out in their room watching them play. It melts my heart.
You are very much loved, my darling girl. I feel so very blessed to have you in my life.
All my love,
It’s 5am in the morning and for once everything is quiet, except for the rattling of our bedroom aircon (it’s 25 degrees and the sun isn’t even up yet!) and the buzzing in my head.
I’m dead tired but taking the opportunity to grab 5 minutes to myself after feeding Pebbles. The darling has just drifted back to sleep and the menfolk are all still snoring. Unfortunately The Man’s alarm will go off soon and the peace will be shattered.
Things have been a little crazy around here of late. As the New Year clicked over we made the HUGE decision to bite the bullet and act on our long held dream of a sea change. Three very intense weeks later, here we are waiting for contracts of sale to go unconditional. Our house sold within two days of being on the market. We signed a contract on a house that suits us perfectly on the same day.
Even though things seem to be falling into place very quickly, it’s been a bumpy ride. House hunting and getting the house ready for sale with three small kids. Need I say anymore?
There is still an amount of uncertainty as we hold our breath until settlement of both properties. Stress levels are high. The Man’s head is constantly ticking over figures and finances; we are making one of the biggest financial decisions of our lives at a time when we are down to one income! My head is constantly ticking over logistics; what’s the best way to pack? Will we fit it all in one big truck? Will I get the kids into the school that I want?
To add to the stress Bam Bam starts Prep this year. The poor kid will be just getting settled in when we move in two months time. I worry that we are doing the right thing by him in that respect but the decision we have made to move is for the benefit of our family in the long term. We want a bigger house and a better lifestyle. This move will give us both.
We just need to get through the potholes on the road to getting there.
Have you ever made a major life decision really quickly? Have you ever moved house with 3 kids? Can I have some pointers???
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