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I've found blogging about my learning as a Mum and in my devotion to God really exciting. If you'd like to continue reading, I'd love for you to check out my new blog.

All the posts from this site will be transfered as "retro blogs" so you can check them all out if you wanted to read from the start (there's not really that many).

It's been a lovely start, but I like the additional features of wordpress. "Follow me as I follow Christ" (or maybe just click the link of you want to follow my new life adventures...)

It's been fun. Thanks for reading my ramblings thus far, my friends!

I keep forgetting that time is passing

Even though I still feel as though I'm playing catch-ups with myself, I need reminders that time is drifting past me. Christmas is around the corner, where Willow will be closer to 9 months than 8. My eldest will be turning 2 at long last (it feels like it's been a long time between ages one and two), and there'll be more than one pitter patter of feet around our house. The thud thud thud of Avalon's gait is so well recognised by my ear, I wonder if Willow's will sound any different? (Although I'm working into this equation that Willow will find her feet at 8-9 months like Avy, but taking her current immovable status into consideration, this is probably a premature assumption)

So, I find myself the last few weeks still squeezing Willow into 000 jumpsuits . What am I thinking? This kid is almost ready for zero's I think, and I'm stuck in the past! I keep thinking that she's a newborn. I need a reality check, and probably a little more sleep would be nice, too.

Warning to all of us

I'm in two minds about posting this because I know the intense feelings when I saw this video.

I'm just praising God that this 6 month old survived. And amazingly, with only a bump on the head!

Willow has just reached 6 months. This could be any of us, really. As a Mum, you know how fuzzy your mind can get on minimal sleep. How hard it is to even get out of the house with the amount of child paraphernalia needed. I can totally imagine just taking a moment once I arrived at the train station to check I had everything and to forget about the brake. Or the hand strap.

It would be so easy to make a mistake just like this Mother.

I feel for her. You can see how tangible her grief is as she thinks she has inadvertently killed her child. It's awful. But a warning to me and all of us with little ones.

Playtime

Here's some updates shots for you all, taken in the happy hour of the morning.

Totally out of my depth

A friend of mine recently said to me that she see's me taking motherhood all in my stride. She said I never look stressed or agitated about the kids.

She did make this comment as I was childless at a wedding, or else I'm sure her comment would have been more like "gosh, you look a little overwhelmed today, are you ok?"

I realised that because I often post about my ideals, or what I would like to be like, my blog can look a little like I'm just cruising through motherhood. Truth be told, I'm pretty highly strung in general, so add to the mix two people whose sole existence depends on whether I treat them properly or not, and here I am a little over the edge of "highly strung" and more in the realm of "about to lose my mind" (hyperbole added)

To flesh out some of my journey as a mother, here's 3 incidents that occurred on the same day, that show me in my true light and to show those of you out there that although I put on a brave face, I'm totally out of my depth with this mothering thing! I'm sure that if I was a full-time nanny, I'd be fired right about now and searching for a new career.

Number 1. I change Willow's nappy, and leave her lying on the floor, playing, while I head to the kitchen to wash my hands and dispose of the poo nappy. I return no less than a minute later to see that Willow has successfully undone her new nappy and now has it firmly jammed within her gums, sucking ferociously on it's contents. (And yes, if you were paying attention, it was a new one, so thankfully that lessens the stress factor a tad. But the heart stopping delay in me realising that fact was somewhat damaging to my psyche.)

Number 2. Avalon decides that on this day, she will cry and writhe on the change table when I attempt to change her dirty nappy. This results in me pleading then shouting as her worm-like state causes me to clean ineffectively with the wipe and more effectively with my fingernails across her bottom. The reminder of this incident was seen on her ankles (chinese burn like hold marks) and smelt on my hands for the remainder of the day.

Number 3. As I spend a minute (yes only a minute) attending to poor little Willow's needs while Avy is bathing, Avy finds that moment a perfect opportunity to lean out precariously across the bath, hands outstretched. She rights herself before she falls headfirst onto the tiled floor, but manages to achieve her goal of grabbing her new nappy and bed clothes off the tiles and returning them into the bubble bath for a play.

See proof below.

This photo doesn't do it justice. It would have weighed at least 2kgs. At least I know now that I've been changing her far too regularly =)

Discovering words

I'm finding talking harder and harder as time goes on. The lack of sleep piles up, and the first thing that disappears is my vocab. Fortunately for me, I have a two year old who will fill in the gaps for me.

Me: "Ok Avalon ,the potato is just a bit too hot at the moment so I'm going to put it in the.. ah... the..."

"freezer" says Avalon a little too easily.

"yes, that's right, sweetie." (Inwardly kicking myself)

My 2 year old is now almost overtaken me at memory recall. (sigh)...