tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-81966902510162325422024-03-06T00:51:38.091+10:00Crazy MummaCrazy Mummahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14957543580378964501noreply@blogger.comBlogger106125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8196690251016232542.post-1272140989457519192011-10-18T10:08:00.002+10:002011-10-18T10:17:11.794+10:00Thud.It would seem that Tuesday's lately have something in common. Today however, well i'm admitting it, i've hit the bottom. I thought last week i'd hit the bottom but nope, today just beat that one.<div><br /></div><div>So i'm here now, i've hit the bottom of that fucking barrel. </div><div><br /></div><div>My not so gorgeous nearly 21mth old daughter just had the biggest tantrum in her life (and the biggest one i've ever seen out of all of my children) right in the middle of Coles. Apparently its not just their prices that go down there, cause that is where the 'thud' happened. Standing in the line, with Miss A screaming her lungs out, stamping her feet in the trolley. Master P, trying to ask a billion questions, darting in and out between the trolley and myself. And then you have me. The dipshit who was trying to hold it all together whilst clearly not doing a good job because I was crying too.</div><div><br /></div><div>Can't get much more fucked than that right? Can't say i've had the <i>pleasure </i>of a shopping trip reducing me to tears before but nope, that is my life right now.</div><div><br /></div><div>This morning I actually got up earlier than usual. Everything was all good to go well before time, then the kids decided that they would turn into demon spawns from hell. Add into the mix the damn washing machine which has decided that it doesn't want to work anymore (don't blame it really, 5 years, 6 family members, fuck I would have given up too... oh hang on.. ).</div><div><br /></div><div>So today, life fucking rocks. I'm sitting here crying because I don't know how to stop. I should be cleaning because this house is fucking feral, but if I didn't let this out I could quite possibly explode even more. </div><div><br /></div><div>Someone had better stop this fucked up merry-go-round cause I don't want to play on this one anymore. </div>Crazy Mummahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14957543580378964501noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8196690251016232542.post-91030530657866362052011-10-11T13:11:00.001+10:002011-10-11T13:11:54.503+10:00Honesty...I'm currently sitting here, trying to write this post and wondering just how to do it. I've sat in this spot, trying to do the same thing so many times over the last month but nothing wants to come out. So today, maybe its time to own up to myself.<div><br /></div><div>I am not happy. Yes, I may put on the demeanor that all is going well. That everything is flowing along just as it should but right now, its not. It hasn't been for quite some time, but lately its just getting worse.</div><div><br /></div><div>Does this mean I am depressed? In all honesty I do not think I am, but maybe i'm just too blindsided to realise that how I am feeling is really depression. Maybe its something more than that? It would seem that i've turned into that 'horrible mother', you know the one that is always yelling at her kids, the one who has forgotten how to laugh and have fun, the one that is so bogged down by the mundane that its going to take a fucking big digger to get me out that hole.</div><div><br /></div><div>We aren't going anywhere, we are doing anything different, everything is just the same. But in truth its not the same. How can it be when I am getting crankier and more detached by the second?</div><div><br /></div><div>My 3rd son, Master P, he has this awesome ability to drop me to my knees making me question why the hell I ever became a mother and why I stay in this house, all with the uttering of three words. Those words?</div><div style="text-align: center; ">"I hate you"</div><div style="text-align: center; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: left; ">Lately he has been saying it so many times a day that its gotten to the point where I know we are at the lowest of lows. Yes, kids pick up on how adults are acting around them, but this time it seems to be more than that.</div><div style="text-align: left; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: left; ">So this is my public admission. Right now, I am definitely not being the best mother that I possibly could be. I have been trying and fighting for such a long time to be a better mother but at this point, i'm spent. There isn't anything left in the tank anymore to fight with.</div><div style="text-align: left; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: left; ">Where I go from here, well I'm not entirely sure. All I know is that something has to change around here, and the overwhelmingly obvious is that it needs to be me. Now, to find some more fuel for my tank...</div>Crazy Mummahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14957543580378964501noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8196690251016232542.post-25828739703756874422011-09-01T09:46:00.003+10:002011-09-01T10:14:15.672+10:00Wading Through the Shit PitAhhh Spring, I am so glad you have finally arrived. We haven't had the best Winter health wise but also motivation wise. Winter seems to just suck the life out of me and when that happens, the piles of shit just seem to mount up which in turn makes me cranky.<div>
<br /></div><div>But here we are, its the 1st day of September and i'm ready. I'm ready to start wading my way through the shit pit that is our house and start getting us into better order again. Another one of the reasons why I am doing this is that we got notice that we need to move. We rent this house and the landlord is not going to renew our lease as of February next year. Well, for me, that's it i'm done so its time to start looking NOW. Heck it might take us that long to find somewhere (please Universe, I know we are moving for a reason, but please make it an easy and smooth move!).</div><div>
<br /></div><div>So, here's to new beginnings, getting rid of the shit, damn awesome health and a positive outlook that is just oozing out of us. </div><div>
<br /></div><div>Do you get bogged down during Winter or is it just me? </div><div>
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<br /></div>Crazy Mummahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14957543580378964501noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8196690251016232542.post-4186135888015645942011-08-24T13:53:00.002+10:002011-08-24T14:08:59.930+10:00Stepping InYesterday after dropping the two big boys at school the two little ones and I went to do a bit of grocery shopping before heading out for the day. We decided to check out the new local Aldi which is great for cheap prices, but unfortunately it always takes us forever to get through the checkouts. <div>
<br /></div><div>Well this time it would seem I was wrong, lined straight up, got through the checkout nice and quick. Great, or so I thought. While I was putting the few things into a bag I noticed outside a young couple yelling at each other, right at the top of the ramp that we needed to walk down to get to our car. Another older lady was about to walk out but came back to where I was as this couple started to get even louder. It appeared that the guy was trying to rip something out of the girl's hand, and using quite a bit of force to do so. I yelled to the guy on the checkout and asked if we should call the police because this guy was getting out of control. He called his manager, who came out and called the police as by this stage they had come into the shop screaming and carrying on at each other.</div><div>
<br /></div><div>Had I not have had my children with me, I would have had no problems going and trying to get this couple apart. He clearly wasn't listening to her, (mind you, she wasn't listening to him either!) and they were baiting each other but I really hate seeing people acting like that towards each other. </div><div>
<br /></div><div>For me though, my main concern was my children. I couldn't leave the store because it would have meant that they would have been in danger from this couple, who clearly were out of control. My moral dilemma though was that maybe I should have tried to step in and help stop what was going on. </div><div>
<br /></div><div>Would you have stepped in, even with your kids right there? At the end of the day, I know I did the right thing for my children, but i'm curious if others would have done more. </div><div>
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<br /></div>Crazy Mummahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14957543580378964501noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8196690251016232542.post-79938121870243489102011-08-18T18:33:00.005+10:002011-08-19T09:51:43.674+10:00Homework NightmaresWho the hell would have thought it. Homework has become an absolute nightmare in this house. Why am I so shocked you ask? Well mainly for the fact that HE IS IN YEAR ONE!<div>
<br /></div><div>Kill me now for the love of the Universe, if this is how things are going to be already what is it going to be like as Master L gets older?</div><div>
<br /></div><div>In reality, its not that much work, but its the trial of getting him to do it that is killing me and at the same time, making me want to maim his teacher and the system for giving them homework. Not that I don't agree with homework, sure it does have its place but why does it have to haunt me so?</div><div>
<br /></div><div>One sheet of spelling words, a maths or english sheet and that is it for the week. Plus then we have a reader every night. Sounds easy right? Well, Master L seems to have taken after his ever loving Dad aka Mr Procrastinator! The words 'ohh i'll just do that part tomorrow' rings through the house every afternoon, usually followed quickly by my words of 'I don't think so Mister!' </div><div>
<br /></div><div>So much for trying to instill the 'do it now, get it over and done with' school of thought. It doesn't seem to be working. Guess I should put my 'keep persisiting' undies on, cause goodness knows, we have a loooong road ahead of us yet. Better pass that bottle!</div><div>
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<br /></div>Crazy Mummahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14957543580378964501noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8196690251016232542.post-63560652222017092152011-08-18T13:06:00.003+10:002011-08-18T18:41:43.879+10:00Loud Shirt DayA few days ago, the ever lovely Mrs Woog from <a href="http://www.woogsworld.com/">Woogsworld</a> posted this amazing video.... <div>
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<br /></div><div>It has really struck a chord with me. Not only do I think Jack is an amazing little man, and seriously, I think everyone should remember his name because that boy is destined to be famous one day. But I think everyone should support hearing causes more.</div><div>
<br /></div><div>Master H's best friend has hearing issues. After talking lots with his gorgeous Mumma, it is still something that people see as 'taboo'. Me, heck I think this little guy is awesome and he is teaching my child acceptance and understanding of a subject that some adults could do with a few lessons in too.</div><div>
<br /></div><div>So, what can you do to support this cause? Well, go and check out the <a href="http://www.loudshirtday.com.au/">Loud Shirt Day website</a>. Wear your loudest shirt on October 21st, and give anything you can to support deaf children to receive that awesome gift of hearing. </div></div><div>
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<br /></div>Crazy Mummahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14957543580378964501noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8196690251016232542.post-67103602460318121122011-08-15T19:40:00.005+10:002011-08-15T21:09:31.252+10:00Wearing Red<div><div style="text-align: center;">We wore red today for Daniel Morcombe.</div><div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Help spread the word about child protection. I am forever blessed that I am able to spend quality time with my children, having fun, doing kid things. Thinking of the Morcombe family, and also those other families who have been affected by child abduction.</div></div><div style="text-align: center;">
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<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Remember to support The Daniel Morcombe Foundation and child protection</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.danielmorcombe.com.au/">visit www.danielmorcombe.com.au</a></div><div style="text-align: center;">
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<br /></span></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">Link up with <a href="http://www.stylingyou.com.au/2011/08/im-wearing-red-today-for-daniel-are-you/">Styling You</a> to help raise the awareness of child protection</div><div style="text-align: center;">
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<br /></div></div>Crazy Mummahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14957543580378964501noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8196690251016232542.post-32436643122929454532011-08-14T19:41:00.007+10:002011-08-14T22:01:08.303+10:00Birthday Fun!<div style="text-align: center;">
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<br /></div>I've been trying to blog. Everytime I start, something comes up and I never seem to get finished. Life has been a bit, well boring to tell the truth in the last month mainly because I have been so sick, so the most exciting thing that has been going on was trips to school to drop off and pick up the kids.<div>
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<br /></div><div>We did have one exciting day, last weekend. My baby turned 7. Yes, 7! How the heck did that happen? Cannot believe that i've been a Mumma (and yes, a crazy one at at!) for 7 whole years now. </div><div>
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<br /></div><div>On the day, we had a quiet one, at his request. We did however spend the afternoon ten pin bowling which was loads of fun. Mr B and I used to do league bowling as a way of getting out of</div><div style="text-align: left;">the house a few years back, but unfortunately it had to go by the wayside as it got too expensive.</div><div style="text-align: left;">So it was great to dust off the gear again and have a couple of games with the kids and Grandad (my Dad).</div><div><div style="text-align: center;">
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<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Happy Birthday to my 'baby' </div></div><div style="text-align: center;">No matter how old you get, you will always be my baby!</div><div style="text-align: center;">
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<br /></div>Crazy Mummahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14957543580378964501noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8196690251016232542.post-37500767037132710662011-07-20T09:37:00.003+10:002011-07-20T10:09:24.621+10:00Friends or Vampires?<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>I'm having a shit couple of weeks. You know, those sorts of days when you just want to run away from the rest of the world, go sit in the sun, hibernate with a good stiff drink and just chill the fuck out for a while.<div><br /></div><div>Some people in the world i'm sure have been sent to test my limits, and holy sheepshit Batman am I being tested. I've also started to wonder just how people are drawn to us, and what makes them 'friends'.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>I have a group of girls who I absolutely love, and will do anything for. Pity they all live a fair distance from me, but still, at the end of the day that distance doesn't matter. I have made some lovely friends since moving to our new school this year, some who again I would do anything for. Then there are the ones that quite frankly I cannot understand how the fuck we became friends at all. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>These people have sucked the living daylights out of my energy stores. Have bought about so much negativity and made me so so cranky at times its not funny. Yet, I still 'tried' to make things work.</div><div><br /></div><div>Why is that? Why the fuck would have a vampire suck on you like that? Ok, unless it was one of those hot vampires, say David Boreanez (Angel). I think he is the only one that i'd like to have hanging off me.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrafWzJSWNGcUc4s-qUwSYIDe3ykB3W7l2tujPvJzhGBJ3-d18pElzRnPkceEZJuu7_0-oHsVWfz35iNRhcbbSzIVeok_9fjah0HyvKDS9L4fCYtzbYrlVJT9qNmU5SFRRAgPzpUKVnwo/s320/david_boreanaz.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631218070232479234" /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Why hello there David. Ready when you are!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Late last night I realised that I don't need those vampires. So have deleted them from my life. Go suck on someone else, my neck needs to be ready for David! </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Do you let energy vampires suck you dry? What is your strategy for stopping them from the start? (please don't say a string of garlic, that could be a bit smelly!)</span></div><div><br /></div>Crazy Mummahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14957543580378964501noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8196690251016232542.post-50488510756794392562011-07-14T20:39:00.002+10:002011-07-14T20:43:43.928+10:00Moving House!!<div style="text-align: center;">Well, not the real bricks and mortar house. Just the blog house! </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Although I am still 'decorating', I am moving from now over to....</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" >Crazy Mumma</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.crazymumma.com/">http://www.crazymumma.com/</a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">For those who have this page bookmarked, can you please amend to the new address.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Thanks a lot, and I hope to see you in my new house soon.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">xxx</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Crazy Mummahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14957543580378964501noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8196690251016232542.post-31202211723643801532011-07-12T09:56:00.002+10:002011-07-12T10:08:59.793+10:00Half Way!Today, my two big boys returned back to school after having two weeks holidays. We actually made it out of the house on time, everyone had everything and you know what? I only had to yell once. Hard to believe we are already half way through the schooling year. <div><br /></div><div>I'm by far not the perfect Mumma. I yell far more than I should. I use bribery a lot. Goodness knows i've done things that I swore I'd never do in regards to parenting but sometimes you just have to do these things to survive.</div><div><br /></div><div>Surviving these holidays has been a necessity. All 6 of us have been sick, Mr B had toe surgery, I managed to get myself a case of shingles and yet here we are on the first day back and everyone has survived!</div><div><br /></div><div>So what I am going to do today? Shoe shopping, that's what! Surely I can splurge a little on myself after going crazy for the last 2 weeks. </div><div><br /></div><div>Wish me luck to find the 'perfect' pair of boots. </div>Crazy Mummahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14957543580378964501noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8196690251016232542.post-39887446442533628612011-07-10T22:45:00.004+10:002011-07-10T23:06:48.572+10:00On a Sunday Afternoon<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>As a mum to 4 kids, it means that my 'adult time' is clearly lacking. I love being a Mumma to these crazy kids, but I also love being 'me'. In saying that though, over the last 7years I have started to lose who I am, and have evolved into 'mummy me'. Some days I sit back and wonder just who the real me is.<div><br /><div>Then I have afternoons like today, and I then realise that I am still there. Underneath the surface, ok so maybe a bit further down than the surface, but today I caught a glimpse of it again!</div><div><br /></div><div>Want to know what it looked like?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>This.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaqKDghhUavqgiPihn9L2pHbZVapi9LQbSaGq-o30Mlm4NgWH3VW1wDkjAUnH8ozBO9tpoTmTd3wFoEdgZglSgsd4iLV_yL4V9wZ5rAlOSROYzrv_QBYXNXNKscaWv5ytQogJhRyORw9c/s320/jimmychoo01.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627706854340177698" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Hello Mr Choo!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Yes I took a risk. I'm not a big risk taker, especially when it comes to bags so for me to buy a RED bag, is a big one. For me to buy a red bag with a FLOWER on it, holy shit people, i'll be wearing a puffer vest next!</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span">And just when I thought i'd finished with my afternoon of spending. Along comes suspect number two. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjq94Y9NKhVzVdXoedGRROwUIwmWBlQv2IxzS02SSbL0CIbb6AloV0nx2joWr90h9UWpz4iDbk4Q9IJju9pHZUGHIk2FUWM9soRq24nMzlEgC2VcPri8gPvbbF6GUc-_jGhGOXnd4ZYOJo/s320/dolce01.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627706862004162850" /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Hello D&G, welcome to the family</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span">My addiction used to be shoes and then nappies (the modern cloth kind). But now, I think i've found a new one. Could be worse right?</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span">What's your addiction? </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div></div>Crazy Mummahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14957543580378964501noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8196690251016232542.post-39324527266454799082011-07-06T10:54:00.005+10:002011-07-06T14:12:22.336+10:00Wordless Wednesday<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">My first Wordless Wednesday..... </div><div><br /><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2JJIoTFH2JCvlntZUHVHvzRr3hJbvlZrRabPrCjoFs1ztiDJQhsvMisYgsf0dG4ukzeVezV1ZUp1t1YDzfY768yTHrDG41VvcXCtWecvl9F-1KQAkZ2jY0qequPW1YxBAeIqwRXMm3X0/s320/Boys05072011_001.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626037842355361090" /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div><br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgClIq4jUkBcbnYSerx3OWTYdtNzIZFfgZQcBkhHDlKzJ3m1ItdSZVcQEZSvGNY7VAcpyYbuOI0YeqlsDvaaziCSPtxVTh2k-nQsy9u49Kt5mVSX_sPsoz-zfQnQ_9zW4P6-ks7QdznCB0/s320/Hamish05072011_001.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626037866669615202" /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div><br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQAhUeSN8bzQyAam9M4pH_m3Q88wg1NMm0JdsAwMtphcYFpLi-T8dMbKwL1tssWlhMwU5xo7-uhsid7VSPvvCYMpxlfh6JtE6_KQsrBUVMN-H8imMrRiyfbJBtTkC9LCy8_sKZCsfEtsk/s320/Mummy_Meli001.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 232px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626037851661775650" /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div></div><div style="text-align: center;">Join in with <a href="http://faithhopeandawholelottalove.blogspot.com/">Wordless Wednesday</a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Crazy Mummahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14957543580378964501noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8196690251016232542.post-48697700624895173612011-06-25T13:39:00.004+10:002011-06-25T17:33:27.272+10:00Touching a LifeI did something this morning, that I have now done twice this year. Infact, only twice in my life have I ever done this, and it has both been in the last six months. You know what, I hope I don't have to do it again for a very long time.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-UDU7K9HDOoKp7n8l6tlxjIVA8rxz2sL_S6-lKBLLLGYPzb5j3iBguWf_96BvezXc_iMPzCCdTRS8tawOOuKvdqAOILtp7bGEMLOvuxrLD9yRUre64zgWaVIn3NPgKwg1QFxHWZD0X2o/s1600/balloons+%2528Small%2529.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 173px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-UDU7K9HDOoKp7n8l6tlxjIVA8rxz2sL_S6-lKBLLLGYPzb5j3iBguWf_96BvezXc_iMPzCCdTRS8tawOOuKvdqAOILtp7bGEMLOvuxrLD9yRUre64zgWaVIn3NPgKwg1QFxHWZD0X2o/s320/balloons+%2528Small%2529.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622057097312657634" border="0" /></a><br /><br />This morning I attended a balloon release to say 'see ya later' to a very sweet little boy who passed away just over a week ago from Leukemia. He was 6yrs old. But you know what, even though he was so very young, and taken from this world way too soon, he has touched so many peoples hearts. Including mine.<br /><br />It has made me ponder this morning, just how some people touch our lives. Sure there are some who touch them in not so great ways. They pretty much feel like they are thumping you rather than touching! But then there are others who come in, make a lasting impression and are then gone again as fast as they entered.<br /><br />There are others who we hold onto and through thick and thin, they stay with us constantly touching our lives in many difference ways. I am so blessed to have a small group of women who have touched my life, and have made me a far better person for it.<br /><br />So girls, you know who you are, I thank you so much for being my friends. I love you all so very much and i'm so very lucky to have you all!!<br /><br />(ok... I promise i'll stop sopping now... bucket on Aisle 3!)Crazy Mummahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14957543580378964501noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8196690251016232542.post-14611985714361493002011-06-23T12:10:00.002+10:002011-06-23T12:23:38.559+10:00I've lost the fun!Do you know what i'm doing right now? Well, obviously i'm sitting here typing this, but other than that? Nothing. Yup, that's right nothing! I'm in need of a break.<br /><br />I'm having a shit couple of days where all I feel like i've done is yell and be a horrible Mumma. I really hate it when I turn into the 'psycho Mumma from hell' and i'm not entirely sure how to stop it from happening. <br /><br />I've quite decided one of the reasons why it happens is that i've lost the fun in life. Yes I have fun with my kids, but half the time i'm too busy trying to get stuff done around the house to take the time out to have more fun. Let's face it, there is 6 of us in this house, there is always <span style="font-style: italic;">something</span> that needs doing (even if I don't feel like doing it lol).<br /><br />School holidays start tomorrow afternoon, and i'm trying to think of some things to do that brings back that fun. Lets hope I can find some things otherwise i'll probably sitting in the corner of the room rocking, while the kids trash the house. Something that they have become very skilled at!<br /><br />Wish me luck!Crazy Mummahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14957543580378964501noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8196690251016232542.post-92026502355270111432011-06-12T10:55:00.002+10:002011-06-12T11:08:59.287+10:00Party PlanningBack in the 'olden days', you know, the the time before having the kids used to love planning things. If we were having a party of any kind, i'd go into great depths of planning to make sure it would all come off exactly to plan. It would take me ages to do, i'd have many lists (quite often i'd have lists of lists lol) and i'd be in my element.<br /><br />I think I got my love for planning things from my Dad who has been apart of the planning of many community events, so from watching him I have learnt a great deal.<br /><br />So, why is it now that I have these crazy little critters, aka the kids, that I am finding it a monumental task to plan a children's birthday party? So far, the only major party we have had was for Master L's first birthday and since then i've been too scared to do it again LOL (sorry kids!)<br /><br />This year, being Master H's first year in Prep has seen us attend many birthday parties. Far more than we have ever attended (I think he has been to more parties that I got to go to in my whole childhood!) so we have seen a bit of a range of parties so far this year.<br /><br />But now its our turn to play hosts. As it would seem by many of the other kids who have celebrated birthday's, its the 'in thing' to invite the whole class, so we have done the same. I am very grateful to those who have already RSVP'ed, and to those who aren't able to make it, which there is a few so far so that brings the numbers down. But just because the numbers won't be the whole 22 in the class, that doesn't bring down the expectations of the party.<br /><br />I'll admit it, i'm nervous! I hope we are doing the right thing by having it at a park. I hope we have enough food and drinks. But most importantly, I hope the kids have fun and don't go home saying 'OMG that was a boring party!'<br /><br />Who would have thought that impressing 5yr olds would be such a stressful gig LOL Less than a week to go now till 'Party Day', i'm sure the stress is only just beginning!Crazy Mummahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14957543580378964501noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8196690251016232542.post-54396413123114707872011-04-25T15:14:00.002+10:002011-04-25T15:38:20.369+10:00Letting GoI'm having problems. I'm starting to realise that at the bottom of Lil Miss' wardrobe it is fast becoming a nightmare. A nightmare of clothing proportions.<br /><br />But not only is it at the bottom of the wardrobe, but her draws and the hanging area too. See, it would seem that I have a problem with getting rid of her clothes. See if I did that, it would mean that yet another stage is over that I'm not entirely sure i'm ready for as that would be admiting to the fact that not only is my baby growing up, but that my baby days are coming to an end.<br /><br />About 97% of the time lately I know that i'm done. Finished. There is no way this body could be pregnant again but then there is that 3% that wishes it was happening again. I am starting to wonder if this is just something that i'll always have in the back of my mind. But really, do I need to keep all these clothes on a 'maybe'? Or on a 'holy shit' moment?<br /><br />Yes because if I did get pregnant again, those would be the words that would come out of my mouth first. It is not something that we have ever planned. Heck, we didn't even really think we would have 4 children but we do!<br /><br />So how do I get through this? Do I keep some of it (all?) for the 'just in case' pile? Do I keep it waiting for one of my friends to have a girl who is teeny like Lil Miss was? Do I keep it for future grandkids? Yes I know, i'm clutching at the procrastination straw like a child clutches a lollypop.<br /><br />What did you do with your baby's clothing?Crazy Mummahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14957543580378964501noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8196690251016232542.post-31672662391311874472011-04-19T22:06:00.002+10:002011-04-19T22:18:37.914+10:00Holiday HorrorsAbout 3 weeks ago I was done. Completely ready for the kids to start school holidays to give us a break from the crazy morning routine, which is usually me just yelling constantly for approximately 2hours to get everyone dressed, fed and into the car so we can safely deposit the 2 big boys at school. <br /><br />Yes i'm sure there are others out there who know exactly what i'm talking about (please, please tell me i'm not the only fishwife sounding mother between the hours of 7am and 9am). Then there is the crazy parts in the middle of the day, trying to get as much done as possible with the 2 little kids before turning around at 2pm to get ready to do the crazy school pick up run again. <br /><br />I swear, those hours in the day never go so fast on other days, why do they seem to go so fast on school days?<br /><br />So fast forward to today. Officially day 5 of the school holidays, and needless to say i'm just a wee bit 'stressed'. That is probably the word of choice currently as these boys of mine are certainly giving me a run for my money. <br /><br />Why is it that in the days of my first pregnancy, and the wonderful lead up that was filled with wise words of the sleepness nights, vomiting babies and the other fun stuff that comes along the way did no one bother to tell me about what happens as they get older? That when boys hit a certain age they turn into punks that just want to beat the living shit out of each other? Well not just anyone, just their own brother's shit in our particular case (thank goodness, cause at least I don't have to cop the wrath of another mother's scorn because of my children beating their child up!).<br /><br />Maybe it was one of those things that I should have just 'known' about but didn't because I am an only child? I didn't have a brother or sister to beat up on, or be beaten up on so maybe its me who has missed out on this right of passage as a child.<br /><br />Whatever it is, its driving me bonkers! I love having my kids at home, I do miss them when they are school but holy crap, they have turned into holiday horrors from hell and we still have a week to go!<br /><br />Pass me the ear plugs now!Crazy Mummahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14957543580378964501noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8196690251016232542.post-85992419474248385322011-03-26T14:35:00.002+10:002011-03-26T14:42:52.310+10:00Blog-ChallengedWell another long absence away from the blog. I started this year with the best of intentions but it would seem that amongst other things in my life that i'm 'challenged' with, I appear to be blog-challenged as well.<br /><br />Ok sure, so the beginning of the year was a bit unexpected with what went on around the world and close to home but my head also went on a bit of a journey as well (still not sure where it went mind you) and i'm starting to come back to Earth again, well I think anyway.<br /><br />Also didn't help that i've been computerless for over a month! Agghhh COMPLETE disaster when you are someone who spends a lot of time online but it has also been a good thing too as i've had to put myself out there more and get out of my rut.<br /><br />But where do I go from here? I've been contemplating giving up the blog because i'm sure no one reads it but then again I also like to be able to have a place where I can brain dump as well. So i've also contemplated starting afresh but that would require a new blog name and hell knows that is not an easy task in itself as it would require thought and also decision making, another 2 areas where I am frequently 'challenged' LOL<br /><br />So maybe i'll just keep plodding on with this one. Maybe i'll be inspired by others and keep paying more attention to it again. Perhaps i'll also be creative with subjects to write about. Or maybe i'll just be full of hot air and lack the enthusiasm once again LOL Either way, I guess i'll see how things go.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;">xxx<br /></div>Crazy Mummahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14957543580378964501noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8196690251016232542.post-78606588250651150502011-01-21T22:41:00.003+10:002011-01-21T22:52:48.639+10:00SadnessWell so much for blogging every day! Unfortunately though not only have I been busy, but this week has been one of incredible sadness for me, so whilst I am grateful for so many things, i've been too heartbroken to write about them.<br /><br />Last Monday night one of the world's most amazing people passed away. She was one of my best friends. Part of my 'circle'. And she was taken away from us so very suddenly. But she not only left us, but more importantly she left her ever loving husband and 4 wonderful children. At 34yrs of age, this is something that none of us ever saw coming. <br /><br />I know it might sound terrible, but you expect people who are sick to die. You expect old people to die. Yes I know there are terrible accidents that cause death, and a lot of those are young people too but this, this was just so out of the blue that it has left a lot of people reeling from it.<br /><br />Me included. Bigtime.<br /><br />I'm doing so well today. I haven't cried today. I keep trying very hard because I know she would be shitty as for me to keep doing it. Trying to think of the funny things we have spoken about, crazy times that were had and in my head i'm waiting for more to happen but reality is also telling me otherwise.<br /><br />Death sucks. I've always had a very horrible fear of it, mainly due to nearly losing my Mum so many times when I was growing up. The only people who I have been close to who have passed have been 2 of my grandparents. I did have my Poppa die when I was very little, but I don't really remember him or any of that time. I've never had a friend pass so this is all so new to me. <br /><br />But one thing that I keep being 'told' (by my Universal friends ;) ) is that I need to stop fearing death. I need to stop fearing altogether! I fear getting too close to people. I fear that i'm a burden to people. I fear that I annoy people, so that in turn makes me shy away from them and quite often causes people to think badly of me. It is not intentional at all, I guess its just cause i'm so used to being alone from being an only child that I don't really know HOW to let people in close to me. Even MrB, as so close as we are, there are still times when I shut him out due to those fears.<br /><br />Now, if only I could work out how to release those fears... then I might actually be onto something.<br /><br />Hug those near you. Love them with all your might. But the most important thing, don't forget to tell them you love them.<br /><br />xxxCrazy Mummahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14957543580378964501noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8196690251016232542.post-61540282280178060032011-01-09T08:54:00.003+10:002011-01-09T09:09:41.263+10:00My Sweet GirlYou have probably noticed that I have been posting a lot of photos of the Little Lady. Mainly because out of all 4 kids, she is by far the easiest one to take a photo of! Master's L & H think its absolutely hilarious to pose for the camera and then just as they hear the focus beep, start running. Yes, real funny boys, for you! I'm just the frustrated one behind the lens telling you to get back in your places.<br /><br />Master P, well he is pretty good at posing, but only when he is in the mood. Otherwise its more of a 'piss off Mum and go bug my sister'. Ok, so he doesn't say piss off Mum, its more of a growl and screech that you have to interpret on your own.<br /><br />So now I get my shutter action on the Little Lady, who is quite fun to photograph at the moment because if you tell her to say cheese she will crack a smile! Got to love a girl who can pose right?<br /><br />Yesterday I was messing around with the camera yet again, and got a couple of good pics of her so thought I would share. Today is one of those days where i'm so grateful for this sweet girl because she really brings us all so much joy! Now I have to say, the others did too, but to watch the 3 big brothers melt when she smiles at them (yes, even though she has been smiling for months, they still squeal with delight when she smiles or laughs just for them), it really just brings a song to my heart.<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsWa0sYnY2X7zqIUqwNhXzAA2fi2P7tgBPiXPcCpXywzyoghrmAbi2N8cal2-wmd38eqk88YoqaYHIi9iExaVuqM1be2ju95iQGCCUHZ5Fnm2dWfghVo4tWRlod_pxmN4psG3DNAsEeC8/s1600/Amelia08012011_02+%2528Medium%2529.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsWa0sYnY2X7zqIUqwNhXzAA2fi2P7tgBPiXPcCpXywzyoghrmAbi2N8cal2-wmd38eqk88YoqaYHIi9iExaVuqM1be2ju95iQGCCUHZ5Fnm2dWfghVo4tWRlod_pxmN4psG3DNAsEeC8/s320/Amelia08012011_02+%2528Medium%2529.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559954701146094850" border="0" /></a><br />such a happy little soul, who has most definitely been here before!<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZk0qPuDgcUwcxliHC6OpnZzwWIMdRL-7icH_o3KmgLAgtu5j4hR1MK-Z5ovYQ6PLKJa4bk6g6pqSIt9snpoIt7UVyQJEADl7rHTtOXoPsEl5XRVVMDXI6DK7X-6aT2fs2hodkZDWFpFs/s1600/Amelia08012011_03+%2528Medium%2529.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZk0qPuDgcUwcxliHC6OpnZzwWIMdRL-7icH_o3KmgLAgtu5j4hR1MK-Z5ovYQ6PLKJa4bk6g6pqSIt9snpoIt7UVyQJEADl7rHTtOXoPsEl5XRVVMDXI6DK7X-6aT2fs2hodkZDWFpFs/s320/Amelia08012011_03+%2528Medium%2529.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559954701929167634" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">if you squint hard enough, you can actually see the white of the tooth bud! The other one next to it has broken through the gum surface but you can't see it yet properly on a photo.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggOdmt5Db8tLNqULqcCXZcPfuyu3GvNmwv2vlnnEp08FlD3d7P88aqTugvH8c3GcFGqVBDy4yQfjaap_48r3HLDxoF-kZVVtW5MLCSs90WU3MeiCgbfn3tMWym7qZeq36y3MA0UIB6Dyo/s1600/Amelia08012011_01+%2528Medium%2529.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggOdmt5Db8tLNqULqcCXZcPfuyu3GvNmwv2vlnnEp08FlD3d7P88aqTugvH8c3GcFGqVBDy4yQfjaap_48r3HLDxoF-kZVVtW5MLCSs90WU3MeiCgbfn3tMWym7qZeq36y3MA0UIB6Dyo/s320/Amelia08012011_01+%2528Medium%2529.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559954695301307970" border="0" /></a><br />Little Miss Inquisitive! Trying to work out what the heck she has (wind up torch for those playing at home) and how it works. She sat doing this for about 5mins. Well until she realised I was taking photos and then wanted to play for the camera LOL<br /></div>Crazy Mummahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14957543580378964501noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8196690251016232542.post-75126708608931007512011-01-07T15:04:00.002+10:002011-01-07T15:08:45.920+10:00Healing Thoughts!Just a quick post to ask all those who inclined to pray, those who are inclined to send positive thoughts and everyone else out there, can you please send them to a lovely lady named Lori and her husband Tony. <br /><br />Tony is currently in ICU in a severe way, and from her last update, the prognosis is not good. You can read <a href="http://www.rrsahm.com/2011/01/i-need-your-prayers.html">Lori's Blog here </a><br /><br />Sending every positive thought and much healing his way Lori! Fight hard Tony, your family loves and needs you.<br /><br />xxxCrazy Mummahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14957543580378964501noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8196690251016232542.post-12149184113332046382011-01-06T23:09:00.004+10:002011-01-06T23:58:55.552+10:00The Grateful File - Day 6Well, this post was meant to contain photos, but it would seem that i'm just not meant to do that tonight as my 'lovely' laptop is trying to mess with my head and keeps dumping on me *sighs* Technology huh?! I love you to death laptop, but seriously cut with the crap already ok!<br /><br />Today i'm grateful for being done. Done for what you ask? Well done for having to buy all the back to school stuff! Yes, we are heading back to school life after homeschooling for the last nearly 6mths. Wow, it has been so different this year getting ready than it was last year when Master L started Prep and that is mainly because we were too late to put in our bookpack order. That by the way turned out to be a good thing because I saved heaps of money by buying things elsewhere rather than just the newsagents school supplies store. But today I had to go and pick up the things that I couldn't get elsewhere.<br /><br />But its all done!<br /><br />Even down to the shoes for Master H. Amazingly enough, Master L's feet haven't grown much, if at all, since we bought them last year so no new shoes for him. Master H was so very chuffed to be walking around the shop this afternoon carrying his bag containing his new shoes. Makes a Mumma proud I tell you, and i'm not sure if that's because he is growing up or if its cause he seems to love shoes as much as I do ;)<br /><br />I promise that once my laptop starts behaving that I will post the pic of my sweet boy, all dressed up in his new uniform, such a proud new Preppie!! Ok, laptop finally behaved. Here is our gorgeous boy, modeling his new school getup...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJvLoL6sKfKwtfDTLK0BQHF6_YkfeBI_4QRCqb-n51-WLH86LAN3uPHGlrT1z1DOxIMWMx9habyAslnk6bWMg3MXpbwKq5rjQFyg9rMsqWYZJjW9zXn-q53QHyT39wRKW-dwJ6MCrWVxI/s1600/Hamish06012011_01+%2528Medium%2529.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 196px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJvLoL6sKfKwtfDTLK0BQHF6_YkfeBI_4QRCqb-n51-WLH86LAN3uPHGlrT1z1DOxIMWMx9habyAslnk6bWMg3MXpbwKq5rjQFyg9rMsqWYZJjW9zXn-q53QHyT39wRKW-dwJ6MCrWVxI/s320/Hamish06012011_01+%2528Medium%2529.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559071832401864626" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Today I am also grateful for understanding and realisation. Believe me, there will be a blog post all on its own about this, as I need to talk about it, but for now I have finally made a bit of a connection and I hope that it will be the start of the healing process that is so greatly needed here at the moment.<br /><br />But for now.. its time for bed. Gosh, better start getting myself back into a proper nightly routine again so I'm not quite so zombie like in the mornings for the school run LOL I am so not a morning person!Crazy Mummahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14957543580378964501noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8196690251016232542.post-31117307462043611532011-01-05T13:41:00.003+10:002011-01-05T17:14:20.103+10:00The Grateful File - Day 5yeah yeah I know, what the heck happened to Day's 3 and 4? Well even though I was grateful for many things, I was grateful for my pillow a lot more so I didn't get around to blogging those days.<br /><br />But here I am, earlier today so that I don't have an excuse later on not to blog! Yes, I am making it my main aim for at least the start of the year to blog daily. Sure it might be mind numbingly boring to read, but at least its something to make me accountable. And surely that has got to be good, right?<br /><br />Today has been a nothing day. No one to visit, no where to go, so what did we do, well not a lot LOL The day started with lots of tears from the Little Lady, who has managed to sprout another tooth overnight so was a bit of a grizzle guts this morning. So once she was in bed, it was outside to play in the sunshine!<br /><br />Which leads me to what i'm grateful for today.<br /><br />This...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjW_dEnnSWuRUXUAkDcpSNSvuE4-BP33PgbOq4HSo7qFqm91m2wTaEUBkIBbLJe53YAHRjDGDDTLCsbsifOc7atxgZMX6gE6zpZRLuVI9S7bmS92c3XSAxGylZcm4JFimA_Zhok4yx9Tkw/s1600/water01+%2528Medium%2529.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjW_dEnnSWuRUXUAkDcpSNSvuE4-BP33PgbOq4HSo7qFqm91m2wTaEUBkIBbLJe53YAHRjDGDDTLCsbsifOc7atxgZMX6gE6zpZRLuVI9S7bmS92c3XSAxGylZcm4JFimA_Zhok4yx9Tkw/s320/water01+%2528Medium%2529.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558596271143215490" border="0" /></a><br />Talk about thirsty hot work out there! We played totem tennis, soccer and then basketball. So needless to say my glass was filled a few times.<br /><br />Ohh water. What would I do without you??Crazy Mummahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14957543580378964501noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8196690251016232542.post-8714359316703172352011-01-02T21:25:00.004+10:002011-01-02T21:56:28.679+10:00The Grateful File - Day 2Today is one of those days where it hasn't been easy for me to find things to be grateful for. The kids woke up way too early, which meant they were squabbling with each other, Master P spent most of the day doing his cry/scream thing that he seems to love to do (whilst my ears bleed silently in the background). The Little Lady, although she was the best out of all of them is about to crack through her second tooth so was a bit upset all day.<br /><br />The day was spiraling quicker than you can say corkscrew rollercoaster and then we remembered our secret weapon. A Christmas present that we hadn't cracked open yet because of the weather, and the fact that until New Years Eve our backyard resembled a jungle the grass was so high!<br /><br />Our secret weapon and the thing that I am so very grateful for today?<br /><br />The Slip n' Slide!<br /><br />Well, that picked everyone up! The kids even picked up all their toys in the lounge and playroom just so they could head outside and have a go. Ahhh nothing like a bit of a carrot dangling to get the work done hey? ;)<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1PcEqRit4T35ErbCG2y3GnRtVE9t0EbTMe-mDC3an5GxHoOW717B3cjXb6BlqA17ZTymgOoCEJZS6sz8oH43Pd9BbHviR3Ux4EgPk2uzqUJdtSO34_JrMAYqX52aN1AKCp99tWN6tuC0/s1600/bakerkids02012011_01+%2528Medium%2529.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1PcEqRit4T35ErbCG2y3GnRtVE9t0EbTMe-mDC3an5GxHoOW717B3cjXb6BlqA17ZTymgOoCEJZS6sz8oH43Pd9BbHviR3Ux4EgPk2uzqUJdtSO34_JrMAYqX52aN1AKCp99tWN6tuC0/s320/bakerkids02012011_01+%2528Medium%2529.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557552873553262178" border="0" /></a><br />I'm also extremely grateful that the very first photo that I take of the 4 kids this year, and they are ALL looking at the camera, and they are ALL smiling! Somewhat of a miracle and I think its the first time its happened LOL<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioOYHMfhfymRmI_PRj3N32f2rEKalo5iyNQKfVEoAQg6h-UVCCuviatNyZ-8jyS4WwCJ4Frn5MStbNbU4IkOJSkoBY-3dWOGnN91cEebzqPH0FZicrd_3xBx0FOOj9u5S8CRdnSxL2y_0/s1600/IMG_7440+%2528Medium%2529.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioOYHMfhfymRmI_PRj3N32f2rEKalo5iyNQKfVEoAQg6h-UVCCuviatNyZ-8jyS4WwCJ4Frn5MStbNbU4IkOJSkoBY-3dWOGnN91cEebzqPH0FZicrd_3xBx0FOOj9u5S8CRdnSxL2y_0/s320/IMG_7440+%2528Medium%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557552890804540546" border="0" /></a><br />Yes, even my biggest kid had a turn! Hey someone had to show the kids how to do it ;)<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgw2pFDnvoxrM5fChhemCkuSeWVLADolC5310drEAGYwdg1AZ_ZaBufIwHAuj-mIQ6LNUtRWaXh7M0P-HZN4mS5Gkwd8-Oj_gFSk_8oWEz-KdxuYiaKpz2GqAUf0NPff1hYnvy8w0vsm6Y/s1600/IMG_7420+%2528Medium%2529.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgw2pFDnvoxrM5fChhemCkuSeWVLADolC5310drEAGYwdg1AZ_ZaBufIwHAuj-mIQ6LNUtRWaXh7M0P-HZN4mS5Gkwd8-Oj_gFSk_8oWEz-KdxuYiaKpz2GqAUf0NPff1hYnvy8w0vsm6Y/s320/IMG_7420+%2528Medium%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557552880743972546" border="0" /></a><br />Master L getting ready to drop<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAN4cLssX4cRLL6fE4aIzF5i6y5Xr4PsrxcsO1wBqsqI84-hzO9O4H4yEn7PuzsVR7v3aoVgwNbWbJM-Wsp_ol5h6a2bZOnMdl1su2j29SacWzHBpgiAdtDkyFd0lmu-9xjJiAuRSnuhE/s1600/IMG_7426+%2528Medium%2529.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAN4cLssX4cRLL6fE4aIzF5i6y5Xr4PsrxcsO1wBqsqI84-hzO9O4H4yEn7PuzsVR7v3aoVgwNbWbJM-Wsp_ol5h6a2bZOnMdl1su2j29SacWzHBpgiAdtDkyFd0lmu-9xjJiAuRSnuhE/s320/IMG_7426+%2528Medium%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557552877651202258" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">The craziest of them all (well bar Daddy!). He didn't have the fear to drop like the other two<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgq8t1b1wJaoYcPB2yb9DA5S-HWJ71HvzInPnakFZb9G2sl2J6cOrV1NMKCqoNstxKQeZsX3My0E6x3POetcTmXeC1zZ2-ANmCD40JlVP5XVpEWCsFkEYIZqafbJvNHGiaiE5NRBUN1pJc/s1600/IMG_7417+%2528Medium%2529.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgq8t1b1wJaoYcPB2yb9DA5S-HWJ71HvzInPnakFZb9G2sl2J6cOrV1NMKCqoNstxKQeZsX3My0E6x3POetcTmXeC1zZ2-ANmCD40JlVP5XVpEWCsFkEYIZqafbJvNHGiaiE5NRBUN1pJc/s320/IMG_7417+%2528Medium%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557552885948391410" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Master P, he was a crack up just running down then jumping on his bum at the very end!<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzXSt4ySx0DufPfayg-hOBEw0sv8jdr_hVGgXwoF7HSNMeugnfKFU84Z0O6INFasLwVo3xf8WSpWOGgCtUjlL2txV91YN8_7WYcea0B32GVcUAnRMaKqt_pJV_J6BIiYVbMJmttlQP_Og/s1600/IMG_7446+%2528Medium%2529.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzXSt4ySx0DufPfayg-hOBEw0sv8jdr_hVGgXwoF7HSNMeugnfKFU84Z0O6INFasLwVo3xf8WSpWOGgCtUjlL2txV91YN8_7WYcea0B32GVcUAnRMaKqt_pJV_J6BIiYVbMJmttlQP_Og/s320/IMG_7446+%2528Medium%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557553734615307602" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Yes, even the Little Lady had a go. I'll spare you from the other pics of her, the one where Daddy layed her down and pushed her. She didn't like it much till she got up and laughed.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbpT_T5646GyZ7JgcCFxLOS-VzHDgZF-l4LwhueB5Q_gGz1D2j17N64ksfTfXgyeV7IA7wB3JC6ohm5Kvy6TNGfouoBh6rKXLEcjyE6mD0j9Tsfae7bt5Rsa0yVsv6xO_ZRXQINaae1tQ/s1600/Amelia02012011_02+%2528Medium%2529.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbpT_T5646GyZ7JgcCFxLOS-VzHDgZF-l4LwhueB5Q_gGz1D2j17N64ksfTfXgyeV7IA7wB3JC6ohm5Kvy6TNGfouoBh6rKXLEcjyE6mD0j9Tsfae7bt5Rsa0yVsv6xO_ZRXQINaae1tQ/s320/Amelia02012011_02+%2528Medium%2529.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557553743598554578" border="0" /></a><br />Putting these two in just cause I can. My pretty girl is growing up so fast!<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1I-vW36WbH-hadqzOLTDMSfCLc8akBZzQhXQ4n9d-dGiGn_Rwv_tHaHEhJS-DGCo3xFeBTPt6cHNVzMvOGuTU7fnDLwGSBcpfPXsr5bHULRUaldpLE2EjMwchB7OpSu_9VB2aRuHkFAQ/s1600/Amelia02012011_01+%2528Medium%2529.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1I-vW36WbH-hadqzOLTDMSfCLc8akBZzQhXQ4n9d-dGiGn_Rwv_tHaHEhJS-DGCo3xFeBTPt6cHNVzMvOGuTU7fnDLwGSBcpfPXsr5bHULRUaldpLE2EjMwchB7OpSu_9VB2aRuHkFAQ/s320/Amelia02012011_01+%2528Medium%2529.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557553740471417346" border="0" /></a><br /><br />So thanks Slip n' Slide! You got us out of the spiral for a few hours (before the overtiredness kicked in but hey, lets just focus on the positives now!) and made everyone laugh and smile.Crazy Mummahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14957543580378964501noreply@blogger.com2