This week is going to be a long one!
This morning I started my day at 3am with a teething bubby who had a temp and was quite sad :(
I hunted out the baby panadol, trying not to wake the rest of the household - too late - Sash had seen me and decided to assert herself as my protector, dashing across the back deck and barking to scare away the boogey men!!! Thank Sash. Taz decided to get up and have a look at what was going on, just to let me know that she too would spook the boogey men she gave a quiet little bark (no need to alert the dreaded boogey men to her presence too much!)
All that barking was enough to cause a stir in Jaz's bedroom. I held my breath. And held onto the sad baby and tried not to drop the medicine box I was removing from the top of the fridge with my spare hand. Jaz settled, gave a cough and a sigh and all was quiet - except the deep grumbly snore resonating from deep within my bedroom.
Panadol located and measured I administered the magic elixir and plopped onto the couch to give a comforting feed. Just as my sad, unwell, teething baby started to nod back off to sleep the panadol (otherwise referred to in our house as baby speed) kicked in. Eyes opened wide and a gurgly, milky grin appeared. 'No bubby, sleep time' It was about this time a big raspberry was blown in my direction with addictively giggly laughing following. *sigh* Welcome to Monday I thought to myself...
A half hour of lolling around on the couch, trying not to doze off and trying to keep the now alert and active baby from climbing down from the couch to play I decided he was going back to bed - awake or not. To my surprise I climbed back into bed shortly before 4am without any hysterics from Kaydes room.
It was at about 4.30 that Jaz decided to wake up and call out from her room. What was it she wanted? Not Mum, no. not Dad, no. "Muuuummmm, I wanna watch my shows". I responded a little more tersely than I had initially anticipated with a gravelly growl, "Go back to sleep - you cannot watch the telly in the middle of the night!" I don't really know what happened next as I think I fell comatose back onto the pillow.
5am and Kayde woke back up, sad again though not feeling too warm thank goodness. I sleep walked to his room, retrieved him from his cot and returned to my bed, nursing him back to sleep just so I could get a few more minutes myself.
Next thing I know I am woken at 6am by the pooling vomit soaking through my top and a happy gurgling little boy climbing over me trying to get to the snoring man next to me!
"Mum, you awake now, can I watch my shows?" Jaz was curled up on the recliner in the lounge. Had she been there since 4.30? Shit I hope not!!!! Oh well, I breathed a sigh resignation and flicked the telly onto ABC. thank goodness for ABC!
I wiped myself as free of vomit (just milky thankfully) as I could muster through my fog of sleep deprivation (did I mention I only went to bed at 11 after Kaydes late feed?) and plopped onto the couch. The vomity baby (sorry, Kayde) seemed quite thrilled with himself as he played and Jaz was most happy watching the telly so I just sat and tried to stay awake - at least I think I stayed awake. I didn't even get up to make Craig lunch or see him off - just sat - mesmerised by my own ability to exist with such little sleep.
I eventually got up and turned on the coffee machine, went to the fridge for milk and on a whim had a sniff before pouring - gag blergh gag - sour milk - lucky I didn't vomit myself!!! So it was off to the shops for milk and bread.
I piled both kids into the car and discussed with Jaz what I expected from her. She was to stay with me (no running off) and not touch anything, no getting herself things and no whinging. She agreed and I told her she could have a flavoured milk drink if she was a good girl and followed those rules. She gave a big smile and said 'sure I will' (her favourite response at the moment). I can't believe I actually felt confident we were going to have an incident free trip to the supermarket.
Ok, you can stop laughing now. I know it was naive of me....
So, groceries complete and Jaz reasonably well behaved I purchased the prized banana flavoured calciyum. All seemed well... Too well, I should have known better.
On the way out we stopped at the bakery for a loaf of bread. "Mum, I want a treat"
me - Jaz you, have a milk drink, c'mon and we'll hop in the car and go and have breakfast
Jaz - No, but Mum, I really want a lollie ice cream (you know the meringue things in the cone?)
Me - Jaz, c'mon mate, you have been good, don't spoil it, let's go.
Jaz - tears burning her eyes, But Muuuuuummmmm I said I want a lollie ice cream!!!!
Me - Jaz, no! Lollies are not a breakfast food and you are not behaving by yelling at me
Jaz - feet stomping, tears rolling Mummmm I want a lollie icecream
Me - Ok, bye Jaz, Kayde and Mummy are going home now - said while walking away
Jaz - Screaming, wailing, arms flailing about - 'Noooooo I want a lollie ice cream, I want a lollie ice cream, I want a lollie ice cream......
Me - Well I wanted a little girl who behaves herself, looks like neither of us is getting what we want are we? (OK, probably not the most appropriate response to give a three year old but hey - give me a few hours sleep and I may come up with something more age appropriate and conducive to the situation)
Following the full blown 'bertie beetle' style tanti Jaz point blank refused to get in the car so after several warnings and counting to three I picked her up and put her in - Jaz yelled, screamed and told me off - you should not do that!!! I said I did not want to get in the car!
I believe my response was something along the lines of "tough"
Holy Moly It was about 8 o'clock - Welcome to Monday
Monday, March 21, 2011
Monday, March 7, 2011
The Important Things in Life
What is important to some is not necessarily important to others. As I type this I am thinking of what is important to each member of my family.
I myself find the health and well being of my family at the top of my priority list. Things such as safety, healthy eating, keeping a clean house - theses things are very important to me. As is the happiness of my family. I love to see my beautiful children laugh and play, being happy and healthy. That is important to me.
Craig is focused on providing for us all, providing security, strength and a stable home. Also important to him are the weekends where he gets to have fun with his family. I love him for that. he doesn't look forward to the weekends so he can go out drinking, go down the pub or head off on a boys weekend (though I have no doubt he does look forward to doing these things too). He looks forward to taking Jaz to the park, taking us all to the beach or just out for the day. Sometimes we cannot wait till the weekend and have a midweek picnic dinner or head to the shops just to wander around and get an ice cream for the kids (and me, ohhh how I do love ice cream).
Kayde only has a few things that are important to him. Mummy and Boobies, Daddy and Jaz.
boobies rate number one in Kayde's importance ranking. 5.45am this morning it was booby time... And next to mummy snuggled up close is where he stayed until Daddy left for work shortly after 7.30!
If Mummy goes away for any longer than about 10 seconds he starts yelling and trying to find her. If he cannot find her, crying ensues, quickly followed by hysterics and even vomiting! Jaz is also very important to Kayde, he follows her around, a little like that little jumping dog in the Looney Tunes cartoons.... If she dares close a door between him and her a tantrum soon follows - especially when she is cheeky enough to close the glass sliding door, trapping him inside while she plays on the other side of it! Kayde also loves pulling Jaz's hair and 'sharing' everything she has or wants - Jaz is not so thrilled about this!
Next on Kayde's list is Daddy, when daddy comes home from work you can hear Kaydes hands slap on the ground and his little legs scootin across the floor as he makes a mad crawl for the front door. He just loves his dad, blowing raspberries on him and giving big gummy laughs at every opportunity.
What is important to Jaz is a whole nother board game - Pre Schoolers have a whole different take on the world and what is important!
6am (after getting up 15 minutes earlier to drag Kayde into my bed for an early morning feed and cuddle)
Jaz "Mum! Mum! Muuuuuum!" (calling from her bed)
Me "Yes Jaz?" (calling back from under my snugly warm doona while feeding Kayde)
Jaz "Mum it's important, come in here, please come in here noooowwwww"
Me "No, you come in here" (clearly not very obliging at this time of the morning am I?)
Jaz "But you HAVE to come here"
Me "whhhyyyyyy?" (major whining voice used here - who is the child again?)
Jaz "But Mum, there's a shadow and it's in my room! There really is!!!" (excited voice not scared)
Me "Umm, cool!!!??? But that's ok, I will have a look at it later ok?"
Jaz "no Mummy, it's important! There really is a shadow in my room!"
Clearly we have different ideas of important - especially first thing in the morning. Also important to Jaz is singing songs, all sorts of songs, songs that she has learnt and songs about what she is currently doing. Many songs come with dances, dancing is very important to Jaz. As are all her favourite things, from her favourite show (whatever is on that I will let her watch) to her favourite toy (whichever one she is playing with at the time).
Importance differs from person to person. I guess as my children are of the utmost importance to me then so too are shadows and dancing and songs and hair pulling :) Oh the lovely things in life.
I myself find the health and well being of my family at the top of my priority list. Things such as safety, healthy eating, keeping a clean house - theses things are very important to me. As is the happiness of my family. I love to see my beautiful children laugh and play, being happy and healthy. That is important to me.
Craig is focused on providing for us all, providing security, strength and a stable home. Also important to him are the weekends where he gets to have fun with his family. I love him for that. he doesn't look forward to the weekends so he can go out drinking, go down the pub or head off on a boys weekend (though I have no doubt he does look forward to doing these things too). He looks forward to taking Jaz to the park, taking us all to the beach or just out for the day. Sometimes we cannot wait till the weekend and have a midweek picnic dinner or head to the shops just to wander around and get an ice cream for the kids (and me, ohhh how I do love ice cream).
Kayde only has a few things that are important to him. Mummy and Boobies, Daddy and Jaz.
boobies rate number one in Kayde's importance ranking. 5.45am this morning it was booby time... And next to mummy snuggled up close is where he stayed until Daddy left for work shortly after 7.30!
If Mummy goes away for any longer than about 10 seconds he starts yelling and trying to find her. If he cannot find her, crying ensues, quickly followed by hysterics and even vomiting! Jaz is also very important to Kayde, he follows her around, a little like that little jumping dog in the Looney Tunes cartoons.... If she dares close a door between him and her a tantrum soon follows - especially when she is cheeky enough to close the glass sliding door, trapping him inside while she plays on the other side of it! Kayde also loves pulling Jaz's hair and 'sharing' everything she has or wants - Jaz is not so thrilled about this!
Next on Kayde's list is Daddy, when daddy comes home from work you can hear Kaydes hands slap on the ground and his little legs scootin across the floor as he makes a mad crawl for the front door. He just loves his dad, blowing raspberries on him and giving big gummy laughs at every opportunity.
What is important to Jaz is a whole nother board game - Pre Schoolers have a whole different take on the world and what is important!
6am (after getting up 15 minutes earlier to drag Kayde into my bed for an early morning feed and cuddle)
Jaz "Mum! Mum! Muuuuuum!" (calling from her bed)
Me "Yes Jaz?" (calling back from under my snugly warm doona while feeding Kayde)
Jaz "Mum it's important, come in here, please come in here noooowwwww"
Me "No, you come in here" (clearly not very obliging at this time of the morning am I?)
Jaz "But you HAVE to come here"
Me "whhhyyyyyy?" (major whining voice used here - who is the child again?)
Jaz "But Mum, there's a shadow and it's in my room! There really is!!!" (excited voice not scared)
Me "Umm, cool!!!??? But that's ok, I will have a look at it later ok?"
Jaz "no Mummy, it's important! There really is a shadow in my room!"
Clearly we have different ideas of important - especially first thing in the morning. Also important to Jaz is singing songs, all sorts of songs, songs that she has learnt and songs about what she is currently doing. Many songs come with dances, dancing is very important to Jaz. As are all her favourite things, from her favourite show (whatever is on that I will let her watch) to her favourite toy (whichever one she is playing with at the time).
Importance differs from person to person. I guess as my children are of the utmost importance to me then so too are shadows and dancing and songs and hair pulling :) Oh the lovely things in life.
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