It finally got us…

There is nothing like a good dose of winter ills to make you really appreciate how great life is when you are fit and healthy! For weeks I have been listening to Mums tell me about their families latest bout of illness, there’s been a bit of everything out there… chickenpox, colds, tummy bugs… and I have been busy touching wood and saying how incredibly healthy my kids have been this year.

Well, this week we got our turn… it all started at work on Thursday when my phone rang and the preschool number popped up on the screen, this always causes my blood pressure to rise ever so slightly! This time it was Miss Tilda with rather gunky red eyes. 24 hours later we were in the thick of it with two kids sporting gunky eyes and green snotty noses and Mumma struck down with a nasty head cold, dodgy voice, tickly cough and generally feeling 100% crap! The upside being that my day off work was completely warranted with three of us at home… the downside being that I felt completely and utterly washed out but still had two delightful monkeys to care for all day! To their credit the day wasn’t as bad as I first expected Louis and Matilda are developing a lovely relationship and they play and interact together so well when big brother isn’t in the mix. Louis loves to role play and Matilda goes along for the ride taking instructions from him quite happily, it was amazing to sit back and watch their interactions as they trotted round together cooking food, working on the farm and driving in the dirty white truck. Then came the time that I gave myself a pat on the back for working so hard on developing and maintaining quality sleep routines… at midday on the dot they both trotted off to bed for what turned into 2 hour naps, giving me my much longed for time and space to rest and try to recharge my batteries.

A couple of days down the track now and there seems to be light at the end of our winter illness tunnel, at least for the kids… I am writing this in the far too early hours of the morning after being kicked out of bed with my annoying tickly cough!


Come out, come out…

… wherever you are…!! Absolutely hanging out to see some sun as I am currently drowning in a sea of laundry! Pre children I was such a laid back type of laundry person, a load every couple of days seemed to be sufficient, chuck it on the line for a day or two and as far as I remember (with my extremely fried baby brain) it all seemed to work out just fine! But dear god have things changed in the last 4 and a half years… I have turned into some kind of crazy Mrs Wishy-Washy and nothing sends my anxiety into overdrive than piles of laundry in various states around the house…. dirty, wet, dry, unfolded, folded…! So three days with absolutely no sun is a complete nightmare!

We can thank the original owner of our home for the extremely poor placement of the clothesline, yes it is private and out of view but during the winter only one lucky 30cm section actually sees the sun. Finally after two winters living here I resigned to the fact that using the clothesline is an absolute waste of time for about 5 months of the year. I have instead developed a complex rotation system using my indoor clothes racks. Our neighbours must love it when I squeeze the full racks out the front door and put them on full display in the driveway to make the most of the morning sun, before bringing them round the back in the afternoon! Thanks to the cloudy, grey weather of the last few days I now have no idea which clothes on the racks are wet or dry and I honestly don’t know where to start to rectify the problem! From where I am standing the only way to move forward seems to be… sun, sun, sun… and a little breeze too!

There is also a second small issue that is contributing to the oversupply of washing; that being Louis’ obsession with constantly changing outfits. He loves to role play so he pops in and out of the kitchen announcing that he is off to rugby practice or going out diving for crayfish, each of these activities require at the least a change of socks, but all too often it becomes a whole change of clothes too. I seriously can’t keep track of which clothes are clean or dirty and I kick myself for not checking through the basket before heaving it all into the machine as I hang out 3 pairs of shorts and 4 pairs of socks all belonging to one child. According to my mother he inherited this wonderful trait from non other than Mrs Wishy Washy herself… I am so so sorry Mum, for the winter laundry pain I put you through!


3 is an awesome crowd…

Been thinking heaps lately about how absolutely blessed we are to have these three super cool wee monkeys in our lives. Think my hubby thinks I am a bit crazy as I keep saying things like… “can you believe we made them?” and… “seriously we are completely responsible for them!” I’m not sure what has happened, maybe it’s the fact that Miss Matilda has mastered walking so when I look out the window there are three beautiful wee people outside playing together on the deck, they suddenly seem so independent and like a real ‘team’ of siblings. Unfortunately for us that ‘team’ also outnumber us, so when the boys decide to run around squealing and avoiding the bath while their sister is already in there, it is near impossible for the remaining adult to coax them into the bath without some serious bribery!

Willem is now 4 (and a very important) half! Completely and utterly ready to go to ‘Daddy’s School’, he has a keen interest in books, letters, sounds, numbers, countries, animals, building stuff, singing and talking. He loves his baby sister to the moon and back a million times over, he feeds her breakfast, invites her into his room to play and finds her beloved ‘taggy’ when she is sad.

Louis is now 2 (and a just as important) half! He is quite seriously 2 going on 52, he likes routine and especially likes negotiating to get what he wants. Louis loves boats, diving, gear, fishing, fishing gear and books about fishing and diving! Nothing fills him with more pleasure than playing with Daddy’s dive gear. He stills loves his afternoon siestas but I suspect this is because Daddy told him he has to sleep to grow… and he’s got a lot of growing to do to fill Daddy’s wetsuit!

Our baby no more Matilda is now 14 months old and she is a very busy young lady. Having just refined her walking skills she is on a constant mission to return the boys drink bottles, shoes and socks to them! Matilda can locate Louis’ special ‘taggy’ and ‘wol wol’ quicker than any of the rest of us. She loves to do whatever the boys are doing, especially bouncing on the trampoline with Willem or fishing with Louis in his inflatable boat.

3 kids means… a full back seat, a full washing line everyday, not having enough hands to hold every child’s at once, chaotic meal times, a constant rotation of making and tidying up snacks and what seems like a million pairs shoes to dig through to find a pair. It’s 3 times the tantrums, tears and bums to wipe!

3 kids also means… a full bed of snuggles in the morning, constant hilarious conversations, days that fly by in a whirlwind and always having a buddy to play with. It’s 3 times the high fives, smiles, cuddles, kisses goodnight and 3 times the LOVE!

If you had told me 6 years ago that I would be sitting at the dinner table looking at three grubby little faces with bright shining eyes I don’t think I would have believed you, but here we are… absolutely and totally BLESSED!


After a 6 year retirement from rugby Daddy donned the boots this winter for what he has promised me is a ‘one off chance to play with the lads just like the old days’ season of senior reserve rugby… although I have my suspicions that he may try for a repeat performance in 2017! Either way, the Saturday afternoon outing to watch Daddy play rugby has gone down a treat with our two wee men, interestingly though they have each had quite differing highlights and parts they have looked forward to each week!

For Master Louis (2 years old but going on 52!) the excitement for Saturday rugby begins on Thursday afternoon when he ‘helps’ Daddy get ready for rugby practice. He buzzes around the house collecting together all the necessary items (and probably a few other random things)… boots, socks, warm hat, hoodie and puts them in a bag. It is always best to let Louis help with these things, if you try and be organised and pre pack things earlier in the day he will almost always unpack them and distribute them around the house. Louis spends a lot of time ‘practising’  rugby at home, this generally involves wearing shorts, long socks pulled up and rugby boots while running round the house carrying a rugby ball, every so often he falls dramatically to the ground and declares “I got try!” or “I got ouchie!”Both of these statements fit quite accurately with Daddy’s return to rugby… lots of tries and also lots of ouchies! Finally the highlight of the week rolls round and Louis puts his boots on ready to watch Daddy’s rugby, I am not sure he knows which teams is Daddy’s let alone which player he is but he is proud all the same.

For Master Willem (just turned 4) the focus is more on the social aspect of the weekly outing. He knows exactly what team is Daddy’s and is always sure to check what number he is wearing and making sure he is on the field when we arrive at each game. Over the season his confidence has grown and he now trots away quite confidently to play with the other kids, but returns to base every 10 minutes or so just to check if the game has ended. The fact that rugby has so many stops and starts only serves to frustrate him as he waits to go to… “The pub!” He loves the pub but what he loves more is the possibility of a trip to “Old McDonalds” for tea after the pub!

Sunday morning rolls round and with it comes the chance to check out all Daddy’s ouchies and have a turn at walking on his back in an attempt to realign his spine in preparation for the next battle! The cash we have blown on physio, strapping tape, deep heat, voltaren, ibuprofen and McDonalds meals is nothing in comparison to the absolute joy and pride the boys and I have had in watching you take the field this season. The jury is still out on a repeat performance, maybe it might be time for Mummy to dust off the hockey stick again! 😉


It has only taken 11 months but your big brother has finally managed to call you by your name… we have gone from Bubba to You-ie and now finally you are Louis! You are the ultimate Mummy’s boy Louis, you cling to my legs and stretch your arms up in an effort to get me to pick you up. When I finally give in and pop you on my hip you snuggle into my shoulder and pop your thumb in your mouth for a little comfort suck.

You are a determined wee man, this was plainly obvious when only minutes after you were born you wriggled your way down my chest in an effort to find your first feed.  Your amazing climbing ability is also testament to your determination, I am sure your brother never climbed till he could walk but you stretch up your chunky wee thigh as high as you can and wriggle yourself up onto the ottoman. Once up, you sit up on your knees and raise your arms up high “proud as punch” that you are “the king of the castle”! Your saving grace is that you have learnt to safely dismount relatively quickly and with very few accidents!

It must have been all the Thursday morning outings to Mainly Music when you were still a bump that created your love for music, singing and dancing. I love that you actually enjoy my (terrible) singing, you sit up in your highchair and swing your legs and smile when I burst into song randomly in the kitchen! Louis you have fully mastered the ‘standing up and bobbing on the spot’ dance move and we all love to see the look of pure delight on your face as you perform for your captive audience.

Your other love at the moment is books with lift up flaps, it doesn’t matter how often we revisit our much loved Rod Campbell collection your wee face still lights up as you lift each flap, but none more than when we get to the cow and you attempt the “moooo” sound, it sounds more like a “bwwwwww”! Far too cute for Mum Mum to correct! You are trying so so hard to make new sounds and attempt saying new words and I have a feeling you are going to be even more of a chatterbox than your big brother!

You are our gorgeous, thumb sucking cuddly little boy Louis and Dad Dad, Wilbur and I love you to the moon and back.

x Mum Mum