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!


Wouldn’t change a thing…

I couldn’t put it off any longer, tonight I put my third and final baby into her big girl sleep sack for the first time. To be honest my beautiful Buddha babe had been wriggling out of her swaddle for the last few weeks but it was all about me I didn’t want to come to the end of the ‘newborn’ stage. A stage of our lives that seemed to take forever to kick off is now over, just like that.

Just over 7 years ago I married my best friend; a man who has the ability to inspire me and challenge me all while making me feel appreciated, loved, safe and secure. He has the most amazing ability to bring calm to any situation and his eternal positivity is so refreshing. For many years we had lived our lives by his theories of “everything happens for a reason” and “if it’s meant to be, it’s meant to be”. These theories came into play in a major way during our 3 year journey from deciding to start a family to the birth of our first wee man.

Our journey to parenthood was not nearly as long and difficult as many couples but it was still testing and at times heartbreaking. We went through years of ‘trying’ only to be disappointed month after month, we both had many tests only to be told that there was nothing ‘wrong’ with either of us. Finally after making the decision to fund our own IVF treatment we were pregnant and had 10 little embryos on ice. The road to completing our family came much easier as I managed to fall pregnant naturally with babies two and three just after the first birthdays of babies one and two and while still breastfeeding! Amazingly once my body had done it once it well and truely knew what to do! While this journey to parent hood was long and sometimes painful we have come to the realisation now that we really wouldn’t change a thing. 

In those years of ‘trying’ we grew so much as a couple and spent some wonderful times together, a couple of overseas holidays, fab dinners with our childless friends, (with many many bottles of wine consumed!), my husband gained and nailed his first leadership role, we enjoyed the bonus of having two incomes and managed to live a fun lifestyle while still knocking a good chunk off our mortgage. When we held that first little bundle in our arms we really were ‘ready’ to be parents. By about week three of being parents we decided that if we had fallen pregnant the first month we were trying we would have been far too young!

Everything really does happen for a reason, we were meant to enjoy each others company as newly weds and be financially stable before having kids and it really was meant to be, 3 times over it would seem! My baby girl is still squeezing quite nicely into her bassinet, so I don’t have to give up that little piece of babydom just yet!

“Tilda Poppet”

Well Miss Matilda I think we have finally got over the surprise of having a baby girl! In our heads we always felt that we were destined to have a third crazy, busy, squealing, wrestling little boy. So you can imagine the surprise when you were held up for Daddy to see, he actually took a minute to realise that you were a wee girl! You are so much like your brothers were but right from the beginning there has been something distinctly ‘little girl’ about you. 

So far you are the perfect third baby, sleeping and feeding like a dream. Don’t worry little princess we know that you really don’t have much choice in the matter, no sooner have you settled into a peaceful sleep than we are slipping you gently into the car seat to do a preschool run, a library outing, get to a swimming lesson or just pop out for a hot afternoon trip to the beach. We have to remind ourselves every now and then that you are only 10 weeks old, our life has settled back into the norm so quickly after your birth and you just get dragged along for the ride!

After observing your big brothers grow, change and develop their very distinct and different personalities we wait with anticipation to see what you will be like… will you have Willem’s long eyelashes and sensitivity, Louis’ fine textured hair and hard case sense of humour or your Daddy’s blue eyes and amazing patience. As your biggest brother would say “We’ll just have to wait and see”. What we do know is that you are one very loved little girl who already has her brothers and Daddy wrapped around her tiny little finger.



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

Our “Gorgeous Boy”…

I can hardly decide what to call you Master Willem you have so many ways of describing and naming yourself and we have so many nicknames for you that you would be easily forgiven for having an identity crisis! Either way your are our first born and biggest boy (although I do fear your little brother will out grow you in the near future!), our trail blazer, the child who must set the standard for the rest to follow. And what a standard you have set already, not a week goes by that I don’t notice some wonderful new piece of learning that you have picked up in your travels. 

You LOVE to talk and I LOVE to have conversations with you, you say wonderful things like… “Mummy I have a great idea…” or “Look, I’m a cool cat with my sunglasses on!” and my absolute favourite saying… “Daddy you make me a milo… Mummy you stay in bed and sleep a little bit”.

I love those precious cuddles we share after your nap when you just need a little Mumma time as you fully wake up and adjust back into the hustle and bustle of the outside world. You are always warm and a tiny bit sweaty as you insist on having the duvet over you even on the hottest day (a funny wee habit that you inherited from me!), I hold you close and savour these moments as I know that all to soon you won’t need me anymore. 

You thrive on routine, you love to know where we are going next, what we will do on Sunday and most importantly whether you will be allowed to watch TV “just a little bit” before tea! You jump randomly from one play activity to the next, one moment you are organising your farm toys quietly and the next you are roaring off to the supermarket in your car to get peaches for breakfast. As much as you love you friends Dora and Boots on TV they still don’t compare to your book character friends Maisy, Hairy MacLary, Spot… You are a creature of habit and love to read the same books over and over and over again, it’s lucky you have such good taste in literature so nobody really minds all the rereading!

I love you baby elephant, more than you will ever know. Daddy and I are so incredibly proud of you and you really can do anything in the world… anything.

x Mumma Elephant

My Marathon Mad Man…

Sometimes I look at you in all your sweaty, smelly, fluro yellow running gear and I wonder if we have anything at all in common!  I mean you run… Not because a wild boar is chasing you, but because you love it, you crave it and you go just a tiny bit crazy without it! I run because  there is a sudden down pour threatening my carefully pegged washing or because I fear that Willem will suffocate Louis in his well meaning big brother cuddle!

What I do know we have in common is our unmeasurable love for our two amazing boys and our desire for them to be the best they can be. Both of their often grubby wee faces light up when you get home from work each day, this is testament to the relationship that you have with each of them and the attention and love you shower them with. You are an amazing role model to them and if they can be even half the man you are I will be proud.

You are our goal setter, motivator, provider and above all our much loved Daddy. You have already shaped my life in so many ways, you have challenged me and taken me places I could never have imagined going. I know this is only the beginning and there are so many more adventures to come… bring it on!

Love you to the moon and back babe x