Tuesday, December 28, 2010
Chance has been getting lots of cuddles from everyone since we arrived, especially from his:
Chance has been getting lots of cuddles from everyone since we arrived, especially from his:
On Sunday the 19th December, I had the privilege of officiating the wedding of 2 new friends of ours. You may remember this wedding - well, the wedding last Sunday involved Nathan's brother Pete, and it was a truly wonderful occasion. The wedding was held at Emily's (the bride) aunt and uncle's old B&B come holiday home in Trentham, Victoria. Unfortunately the weather wasn't too crash hot - freezing cold and rainy - but that didn't dampen the mood in any way. We had a wet weather plan, but ended up being able to have the ceremony outside in the courtyard and it went splendidly, despite being only about 12 degrees!!
We've been in Brisvegas since last Monday and it has rained every day. The only good thing about this is that it's been surprisingly cool for this time of year so the humidity hasn't knocked me around too much. We've been having a really great time catching up with family and friends, but it's now time to catch our breath, so we're laying low for a few days. This means watching the cricket (1st day of the Boxing Test = embarrassing), eating Christmas leftovers, and having lots of baby snuggle time.
In the next few days/weeks I will be attempting to blog about the following:
- Hubs going fly fishing with Dad and catching 2 fish
- Our few days in Melbourne
- The wedding in Trentham
- Our trip up to Brisbane
- Christmas Eve and Christmas Day
and whatever else tickles my fancy.
For the time being though, I'm going to check my google reader and see what's been happening while I've been sitting around, staring lovingly at my boys.
We leave for Melbourne on Tuesday and there seems to be so much to do before we go. Actually, we only have a to do list of 4 things, but when you have a newborn, even finding 15 minutes to clean the kitchen is a challenge! I really didn't understand that before - how new parents don't even have 2 minutes spare to answer a text. I mean, come on! It's 2 minutes! But really, it's thinking about it at the right time, knowing where your phone is, remembering who it is you're supposed to be texting, and then hearing the baby cry, changing a nappy, doing a feed, settling him again and finding something else you've neglected, completely forgetting about that damn text you were going to send 2 hours earlier!! Ha ha. I'm not even kidding...
So we're just going with it at the moment; embracing the fact that Chance has no routine and that no 2 days are the same. We're super excited about catching up with friends and family in Melbourne, and then I'm conducting a wedding for friends tomorrow week, then we'll be on the plane Monday to Brisbane!!! And then I'm just going to collapse in a heap :-) Crazy to think that we were going through the same thing this time last year, without the baby. And that was busy enough!
Anyway, here's another photo to keep you all in suspense....
I've started writing this post half a dozen times and it never seems quite right, so I'm just going to dive in and see what eventuates. In case you missed the news, I gave birth to a little baby boy, Chance Harry, 10 days ago, and ever since then, I've just been living in cliche world. I don't know why, but I thought I'd be the exception to many of the "rules" of parenting in the early days. But no. I'm just like everyone else. Let me give you some examples of the thoughts and feelings that have been going on inside my head:
- I've used the term "they don't call it labour for nothing you know" more than once. So cliche.
- I was told on day one to expect the "three day blues" on day three and, still being pumped up on adrenaline and hormones, I was all like "naaaaah, that won't happen to me! Look at me! I'm fine! I love being a Mum. How could I possibly get the blues??" Almost to the hour, the three day blues struck me down and I've been crying on and off every couple of days since. Fun! And so cliche.
- For the first 2 days after we got home, I had to check on Chance every 2 minutes. My friend sent me an email (you know who you are) saying he bets that's what I'd be doing and he was right. Dammit!!! And how did he know? Cos that's what every new parent does. So cliche.
- I think I have the cutest, most beautiful baby in the world and I can lose an hour just watching him sleep. So cliche.
- The house looks like a bomb hit it. I don't know why, but I thought I'd avoid a lot of the chaos of bringing a new baby home. Gosh I was really and truly kidding myself on that one. So cliche.
- I'm convinced that Chance smiles at us and that he's not simply passing wind. So cliche.
I bought a puzzle for Mum a while ago that I thought we could do together when she was down here in July. Obviously we were too busy buying furniture and playing house to do the puzzle, so I whipped it out a couple of weeks ago and the 4 of us got to work on it. I had fun sorting out all the side pieces from the guts - the corners are especially fun to find, aren't they!? Then I put the frame together. I may or may not have lost a bit of interest for a while after that...
So while we play the waiting game, Mum and Dad and I have been getting out and about (while poor poor Hubs is stuck doing work - make sure you give him lots of sympathy for his very very hard life! I love you honey!! :-) We headed out to Mt Beauty and Bright on Saturday and had a lovely time visiting wineries and breweries. Oh yes, those lemon, lime and bitters sure were something else! Obviously I let Dad do the beer tasting (okay okay, I had a couple of little sips) and Mum partook in a glass of wine. It was nice being out and about, and they even took me on a few bumpy roads to try and "start things off". Alas, to no avail.
Today is my due date, which, in pregnancy terms means diddly-squat since only 5% of babies are born on their due date. But you just never know. There's still 13 hours left in the day. I'm still fairly comfortable in general, though it's going to be 31 degrees every day this week which may test my patience a little I'm sure. I do feel as though I've gotten to the "okay I'm ready now" phase without quite being at the "ohmygoodness-get-this-thing-out-of-my-belly" phase. The thing I keep thinking about is that the longer he/she stays in residence at casa de Mamafoot, he/she is getting bigger. And as many of you know, Hubs and I aren't the shortest of people (don't even get me started on our brothers who both stand 6 foot 6 inches!!) so it wouldn't at all surprise me if Littlefoot comes out 3 feet tall with a boot size of 10. Hey! I've felt those kicks!!
So in answer to your texts and emails and phone calls and comments (thanks so much for the love!) no, we don't have an outside baby as yet. But we are ready...
I usually order from the menu. I understand that when a chef puts a menu together, they do so with a lot of care and there are reasons for putting different foods and flavours together. Particularly at fancy-pants places, I don't like to mess with that. At cafes, however, I figure they run from a pretty stock-standard menu, so I don't mind asking for something a little different. For example, at one of my favourite cafes in Wang, Espresso on Ovens, one of the breakfast menu items is toasted pumpkin bread topped with spinach, mushrooms and tomatoes. So the first time I ordered it, I asked if I could have a poached egg on top. Their response? No problem! And my goodness it was SO GOOOOOOOD.
The next time I went there, only a few weeks later, I asked for the same. It was a different person this time and I think it was just a little beyond them, as an order of poached eggs on toast came out, and we told them we didn't order poached eggs, then my order came out without the poached egg on top. Hmmmm.....
I'm just saying - they're in the hospitality industry. Their job is to take orders and bring out food. It's not rocket surgery people! Is it rude to ask for something a bit different to what is on the menu? Being the paying customer, do I get to choose what is specifically cooked for me? I don't like to be a pain, but when I'm eating out and paying good money (well, money) for it, I want to know that I'm getting the best possible meal combination I can.
We've encountered this problem with coffees as well. Lately we've been ordering iced coffees and I don't like cream on my iced coffee, (but if they want to put extra ice cream on top, I'm really okay with that.) Hubs on the other hand, likes a bit of iced coffee with his cream, and gets a bit disappointed when, after I've asked for mine with no cream, his comes out with no cream too. Do we have to actually check that that they understand 1 with cream and 1 without? Like I said, they are in the hospitality industry. It's their job to take and bring out the correct order.
Clearly I have too much privilege and time on my hands right now :-)
So as you know, I've had my run-ins with various technological gadgets and gizmos, with mixed results. I think I'm pretty open-minded when it comes to trying new programs, e.g. for our music and photos, and if I'm shown how to use something once or twice (sometimes 3 or 4 times) I can usually pick it up pretty easily. And out of all the gadgets in my life that were going to be the next to potentially cause me grief, the last thing I expected it to be was my mobile phone.
I like my phone. It's a slidey Nokia that I acquired off Hubs when I gave him the iPhone I got with my plan 2 years ago. I didn't think I had much need for an iPhone and I knew Hubs really wanted one, so we swapped. This phone has been so good to me. I can use it with my eyes closed it's so simple.
So yesterday I decided, for some reason, (maybe cos I have all this time on my hands) to make my phone more "adult", particularly my contacts list. Instead of having contact names like "Hubs Mob" or separating "Mum & Dad Mob" and "Mum and Dad Home" I grouped all the numbers together and got rid of duplicates. I also changed names like "Erika Med" (hello!!!) to her full name, and for some people, if I thought I would wonder in a few months who on earth they were, I put a little note with their contact. Like for our Real Estate agent, I put "Real Estate" in her notes section. I also made sure all the mobile numbers were listed as mobile numbers, and home numbers as such. It took about 2 hours all up and I was so happy with my work.
As I was going to bed last night, I thought about how all my contacts are stored on my phone, and how if I lost my phone, the contacts would be lost too. So I decided to move them over to my sim card instead, as Optus backs up your sim card for you on their database so if you lose your phone, you don't lose your data. Great idea right? RIGHT??? Wrong.
What I should have done is told Hubs what I was about to do and he would have said "sim cards can only hold 1 number for each contact so if you do that, it will split them all up again." Why oh WHY did I not tell Hubs I was about to be clever and do this! I pressed "OK" thinking I was so clever, only to be horrified 5 minutes later when I browsed through my contacts. Instead of having, for example "Mum & Dad" I had "Mum & Dad1", "Mum & Dad2" and that was for everyone with more than 1 contact detail, including the notes. All the mobile phone numbers had been changed to general numbers. All my notes were attached to contacts separately. I just couldn't believe all my hard work had been tossed out the window.
In my despair I told Hubs I wanted a new phone. This may have been a little over-dramatic, but it was late and I was annoyed. I think the worse thing about this situation is that I thought I was being really clever, you know? I thought I was making my life easier. I should have known better.
Technology 1, Wifey 0.
I decided to get my hair done last week, since I won't have a lot of free time once Littlefoot joins us in the outside world. I haven't dyed my hair in almost 18 months, and was in need of a bit of a cut, so I got the works done. And I feel like a million bucks! I found a great hairdresser who uses natural hair dyes with no amonia, and who did exactly what I asked for and didn't charge an absolute fortune - they are just so hard to find! I'll certainly be going back to her (eventually). I think it's hilarious that It's only taken me 30 years (okay, 15 years of actually trying) to find a hair style that I really like and that I know pretty much exactly what to ask for when I walk into a hair salon. Getting the hairdresser to actually do what you ask for is another thing, so that's why I was so excited about this one!
I also decided to try my hand at some self-portrait belly shots - this is harder than it looks! I got a couple of okay ones, but would like to practice the whole self-portrait thing a bit more and learn how to frame a bit better. Oh, and a nice mirror would actually help I'm sure. The first 2 are my attempts. The next 2 are the belly shots Hubs took of me just before we went out to dinner with Mum and Dad at Rinaldo's (delish!!) last week.
Mum and Dad have been here for a week now and it's so lovely having them around. We've been hanging out at their place in the evenings which means I can just relax and not be looking around thinking "I really should be doing insert jobs here." I really do liken it to having a wifey of my very own! Mum and Dad have been cooking for us each night and topping up my juice and mineral water and making sure I'm comfy.
"Would you like to have a nap?"
"Are you hungry?
"Can I get you anything?"
Aaaaaaah bliss! It's nice to be spoilt like this I must say. And I'm taking everyone's advice about getting plenty of sleep and rest while I can. Mum and I have been hanging out at our place during the day, getting things ready and just pottering around. Poor Hubs has to go to work every day while we stay at home, baking and resting. Though, he does benefit from the baking, so it's not all bad for him! Last week we made a yummy orange and polenta cake - there will be an encore this week - and today we're making a pudding for dessert tonight, and I've just made a batch of home-made Kahlua. I do like this whole "lady of leisure" thing!
Thank you to everyone who has been sending emails and texts wishing us luck for the birth - you're all very kind and it's lovely to have all this support. And of course, everyone will be informed when the big day arrives!
No, this was not an opportunity to swap your baby for someone else's (Hubs). It was actually a Baby Bazaar but Hubs referred to it as a swap meet. Friends of ours, whose baby is due 2 weeks after Littlefoot, told us about this event so we went along with them last Saturday. And it was so great! A whole lot of pre-loved baby stuff in excellent condition at excellent prices! And the best thing is, they hold it every 3 months, so you don't have to "stock up" on stuff that you won't need for another 6 months cos it'll be there next time you go!
They had everything from cots, prams, change tables and high chairs, to baby clothes, wraps and toys, to maternity wear and books. We spent a bit of time wandering around and then made a few purchases - I bought some maternity tops for $4 and $5 each and Baby Love - a book that was highly recommended to me which I've been looking for, second-hand, for a while. $5!! BARGAIN! And for Hubs we bought a pirate bean bag and a wooden block puzzle. Actually, the puzzle was free cos there's a piece missing, which is funny as it's an alphabet puzzle. So Littlefoot will grow up wondering about this letter "G" that everyone is talking about. :-) Luckily the names we have chosen don't contain that letter. Hee hee! How's that for a useless hint for you!
This is a very late post about a beautiful wedding that I was lucky enough to officiate way back in April. It was my first wedding and I couldn't have been happier that I was performing the ceremony for our 2 friends, Nathan and Cal. I have to admit that I was pretty nervous leading up to the day, and the night before I had not one but two nightmares that I couldn't get to the ceremony!
We arrived at the venue over an hour before the start time, just so that I felt nice and organised. When I started to get ridiculously nervous, I reminded myself that it wasn't about me. That the day was all about Nathan and Cal, and that I was just there as a helper. This made me relax a whole lot and I really started enjoying myself - getting things ready, and chatting to other friends who were there.
I love weddings. I know I have mentioned this before, but I really do. They are one of the happiest occasions in a couple's life and I always feel so priveleged when I am a part of someone's special day as a guest. But to be a Celebrant at a wedding is a whole new honour. Nathan and Cal wrote their own vows which were just beautiful, and I really felt blessed to be a part of it all.
When Hubs started talking about participating in Movember this year, I was a little hesitant, knowing that our baby is due in November, which means his first photos with his first son/daughter would be filled with whiskers. But who am I to get in the way of a good cause!? The hospital where he is based has put a team together, so if you would like to sponsor Hubs or the team, you can go to their site here.
This is a week into Movember and Hubs is going for the handlebars + mutton chops look, or as Hubs likes to call it, "The Trucker". You likey?
I've decided to include Tuesday in our weekend as it was a public holiday for the Melbourne Cup. After dragging ourselves out of bed around 10am, I whipped up a batch of double choc-chip cupcakes. We had arranged to meet our friends Maddie, Jade and their son Rupert for a bbq lunch down at Merriwa Park. It was quite a nice sunny day but ended up being a bit chilly when we got there. We had a lovely time playing with Rupert and talking about baby stuff and labour and all things along those lines. It was such a great end to an amazing few days!
At 8am the alarm sounded and up we got. Well, up I got. Hubs had a little extra sleep while I showered and started getting ready. We had my Dad's famous scrambled eggs with the works (speck, mushrooms, parsley, cheese, onion... anything else, Dad???) and some lovely strong coffee to start our day. We then packed madly (as is always the way!) and headed over to Hubs' Mum's place to say goodbye. Our flight left on time (10:50am) and arrived in Avalon just after 2pm Melbourne time (daylight savings is a bitch coming home!) As we were making our descent into Avalon, the pilot informed us that it was cloudy and 15 degrees. Wha?.... We just spent 3 days in 25 degree sunshine! Don't do this to us!!
As we stepped off the plane, we knew we were home. It was cold and windy and gross :-) We jumped in the kombi and began the hour-long journey back in to town. I knew my cousin was down in Melbourne for the races, so I thought I'd see if she was free for a coffee, and luckily for us she was. We met her in town and had some great quality time with her which was just such a bonus.
Saturday morning my body clock woke me up at 6:30am (7:30am Victoria time) and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't fall asleep again. So at 7:30am I decided to stop trying and got up and leisurely got ready for my 9am doctor's appointment. Being almost 37 weeks pregnant at the time, I had to get a letter from a doctor 24 hours before my flight, saying I was fit to fly. I decided to get there a bit early (8:35am) in the hope that I could get in a bit earlier, but didn't end up going in til 9:05!! Oh well You win some you lose some. After stopping at the shops I headed home and woke Hubs up (lucky bugger) and had some yummy leftovers for brekky. We then started welcoming friends and family whom Mum and I had invited over for the morning. It turned out to be only about a dozen people who arrived and left at all different times so it was really nice to catch up with them.
Well it's a good thing I have all this energy at the moment, as the 6-day-weekend we just had was not for the faint-hearted! It began on Thursday when we drove the kombi from Wang to Melbourne just after lunch, arriving around afternoon tea time to catch up with the staff at Newman College. It was really nice to see everyone and catch up on all their news, and to share my growing bump with them.
We then headed over to our friend's place where Hubs and our friends headed out to a photography exhibition while I looked after their 2 & 4 year old sons and their neighbour's 3 year old daughter. We had a great time in the bath (clearly that was the kids, not me) and had some dinner and then had lots of stories. I had them all in bed by 8pm and was commended for my "baby whispering"! I guess I just wore them all out with all those exciting stories!
We were up at 6am Friday for our 9am flight from Avalon. We drove the kombi to the airport hassle-free and the plane left basically on time. We arrived in Brizzie just after 10am (thanks to daylight savings) and headed over to Nanny and Grandpa's for a spot of lunch. It was lovely to see them as usual and so good to have yummy Nanny food again! And she was very happy to see us, though she couldn't help herself and told me I shouldn't be flying now that I am a "big lady". :-)