tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86113850269079879982024-03-05T16:25:31.510+11:00This is itLife, the Universe... Everything.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger120125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8611385026907987998.post-75305432234706712016-01-10T20:34:00.001+11:002016-01-10T20:34:59.187+11:00Reward: offered to anybody who can locate a copy of the roster my kids use to determine who goes to be early and who stays up ridiculously late each night, or can determine pattern thereof. Has us beat. I just don't understand how they have it so effectively coordinated!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8611385026907987998.post-56344067587582249692015-11-04T18:10:00.001+11:002015-11-04T18:10:50.155+11:00Eli: "When daddy gets home I'm going to tell him - Daddy it's time to vacuum!"<br />
Me: "thanks honey I appreciate it"<br />
Eli: "I'll be BACK in a minute - I'll just be in the rain!" Heads out dancing on the verandah in the rain...Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8611385026907987998.post-68674793738127802822015-07-01T11:51:00.000+10:002015-07-01T11:51:27.748+10:00I have this conversation with Eli several times per day, with different food types or toys involved:<br />
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"Can I have a mandarin please?<br />
"Yes you may, here you go"<br />
"Sorry baby - it's mine!"<br />
"Share with baby please"<br />
"No I don't want to"<br />
"That's ok, I'll get baby some yummy pear instead."<br />
"I'm sharing! I'm sharing! I want some yummy pear too please!"Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8611385026907987998.post-12984123714863934792015-06-28T21:41:00.001+10:002015-06-28T21:41:48.048+10:00<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Things that I am happy about:</span><br />
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<li><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Since we moved, Eli has slept in his own bed every night. He has only come into our bed during the night twice, and both times showed up and snuggled in without issue. There has also been 2 nights where he woke a lot upset and we had to get up for him, but all in all pretty good. </span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Ziva loves daycare so much. Eli is happy there too. They've sorted out those teacher issues they were having. </span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Our new house is very nice. And nobody can make us move again. (Well, except perhaps the bank if we don't pay the mortgage!)</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">My husband adores me even though I don't always deserve it. Our relationship is blissfully happy and loving (outside of the occasional parenting tension and stress due to being so insanely busy trying to unpack and settle whilst caring for 2 babies!!!!) </span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I have the two most beautiful, intelligent and adorable children in the universe.</span></li>
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<li><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Commuting with the kids. It's not too far for just me (35min drive or 20min train) but with kids a bit intense. Takes me 90min sometimes from the time I leave the house to when I get to work. INSANE.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">House is still chaos. SO much unpacking to do. Mostly reliant on this shed of Shane's being built so he can get his stuff out of the living room so we can finish re-arranging the furniture and unpacking. There's a huge domino effect and things in each room that are impacted.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">My weight is skyrocketing from the wine + chocolate survival diet! It's been awhile now... super keen to start working out again, but time is tight and my babies come first. Wow, I'm one of those mums! Eeek. Once Ziva stops breastfeeding at lunchtime I could do the gym at lunch (an actual lunch break, haven't had one of those in years!) but until then hard to fit in. </span></li>
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8611385026907987998.post-16255093349232655932015-06-28T21:33:00.001+10:002015-06-28T21:33:37.832+10:00Silly me tried to buy furniture without my husband today. Together we have to beat salespeople off with a stick, but just me with a baby in tow and no make-up on had to work to flag down one of the many unoccupied salespeople to beg them to take my money. Customer profiling at it's finest. Ziva had fun though, and Eli seemed to enjoy staying home to help Daddy build his shed.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8611385026907987998.post-181839560673764252015-04-19T13:45:00.001+10:002015-04-19T13:45:10.090+10:00Me getting annoyed at the bank because they're stupid: "Clearly I need chocolate I'm getting way too annoyed about this" A few minutes later, Shane: "That tiny piece of chocolate is hardly going to make you a nicer person - here take the whole block"Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8611385026907987998.post-12926301915545800372015-02-18T22:45:00.001+11:002015-02-18T22:45:45.209+11:00<div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;">
<span style="font-size: 12pt;">Oh such a stressful article! I don't know whether to be ragey at the overall sexist approach, or ragey at the fact men take so little involvement in health decisions (assuming those facts are true!) or ragey that women are apparently so likely to ignore scientific facts (assuming those facts are true!). Still, if you make it to the final three paragraphs there are some good points therein. Particularly those pertaining to the paternalistic nature of medicine and how patting people on the head and saying "there there, don't be silly, just listen to science" is not a very effective approach. </span></div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8611385026907987998.post-53040664035585609392015-02-06T23:44:00.001+11:002015-02-06T23:44:43.277+11:00Put Eli to bed a couple of times tonight<br />
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1 - he insisted on our bed, drank his bottle, called to get up, then did a poo<br />
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2 - he hung out for awhile then got up again<br />
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At 11:30pm he said "I'm going to bed!" And trotted off to bed. Not kidding. Seriously cute.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8611385026907987998.post-46268667294249063672015-02-02T19:48:00.001+11:002015-02-02T19:48:00.809+11:00Me: "Do you want some food?"<br />
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Eli: "Go get sushi?" <br />
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Wow, that's not quite what I was asking for at his age!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8611385026907987998.post-71745689176729097042015-02-02T14:37:00.004+11:002015-02-02T15:27:42.279+11:00Happy Birthday Eli - TWO<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Dear Eli,</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">It's hard to believe you're two years old already. It feels just like yesterday you came into our lives.... :-(</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">We are so proud of the big boy you have grown into. You are such a spectacularly wonderful human being. ...Too much pressure? :-)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">2014 was a rough year for you in comparison to the super fun 1st year that you had. On 1st Jan Mummy found out she was pregnant and soon became quite sick and very very tired. I had grand plans for your 1st birthday party, but spend the week beforehand utterly miserable. Fortunately it all came together with a little help from our friends! </span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">But things got worse as time went on. I even vomited on the street one day after picking you up from daycare, you were so terrified about what was happening, and a stranger had to carry you to the car for me. We stopped swimming as much or doing as many fun things. From May onwards you refused to sleep in your cot in your own room, and insisted on sleeping in Mummy's bed, in Mummy's arms - nothing else would do. </span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"> I spent my pregnancy with one baby inside and one sleeping on top of me! Your 18mnth old teething was very painful for you. We all got bronchitis. Both mummy and daddy got very busy and stressed at work. </span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"> It was a long, long winter. And then your sister came along and suddenly you got a lot less attention. But you are a resilient little man! Most of the time you didn't even notice that Mummy was sitting in her chair sick. You just wanted lots of love, and you have always had lots of that.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">As soon as you learnt to walk I started letting you walk anywhere you wanted. Around the department store, around the park. You're such an independent little man. You loved the short walk from the carpark to daycare, so many "bike!" and "bus!" to see on the way. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">At 13 months I took you to NZ to visit your cousins. You adored cousin Basty and had the most fun time. I really enjoyed travelling with you. </span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Around 15 months of age you became obsessed with books. You would carefully go through your bookcase selecting the next book, and bring it in to us excited. I kept telling Daddy you'd get through that phase soon - but in the meantime we read literally dozens of books each day, and most of them several times each! I would whisper "It's Daddy's turn!" and send you trotting off into the study to get him to read to you. But around 18mnths Daddy introduced you to a new love - toy cars! You still love books but you're down to a much more reasonable 1-3 per different books per day now.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">You are really, really smart. Around 18mnths I realised we hadn't really done numbers with you, so I started counting, and we continued singing the alphabet together. Pretty soon you could count to 10, skipping the odd number. For awhile "seven" was the number you always skipped and never said! When Ziva was 3 days old we drove to pick Nan up from the airport. As I drove up into the multi-level carpark I heard you call out "Five!" as we drove past the level 5 pillar. That was the moment I realised you didn't just know things by rote, you actually recognised them individually. By the time Aunty Ju came to visit in November you knew all of your numbers and letters perfectly. And within a few days of her arrival you had suddenly mastered your colours too! You also became extremely articulate all of a sudden, with your vocabulary expanding to the point I really believe there is nothing you can't say. You certainly like to repeat everything we say! Recently you've been causing a bit of a sensation when we are out in public. You and I still have our cafe dates (just with a baby in the pram!) and little old ladies stop to admire you and ask how old you are. Being short makes you seem even more brilliant than you are! I admit I encourage it a little, I asked you to count Ziva's toes on the bus and you confidently counted each one to ten. "He's counting to TEN!" the little old ladies practically shrieked. I love having conversations with you. Recently you've been a huge fan of "I Spy". Late last year we used to play it with me picking the letter and telling you the item, and you would point to it. Now you often know the item just from the letter - "T" for "Truck" or "Tree" is a favourite. "<i>More I spy with little eye?</i>" you will ask me. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">The adoration you have for your little sister is beautiful. You are genuinely helpful to me - fetching nappies, putting dirty nappies in the bin, playing games with her to distract her, giving her toys and dummies. Even checking to see if she's awake for me! She dotes on you, nobody can make her laugh the way you can. In the mornings whether you wake up in our bed or climb in, you always lean over and say "Oh! Baby! Hello Baby!" in a delighted tone of voice. I hope you continue to be close as you grow up together. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Daddy is so immensely proud of you. When I was pregnant you often went out together on the weekends - going to bike shops or to Wildlife World! It was such a nice break for me and you always had fun with your Dad. </span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Daddy also became the one getting up to you at night and taking care of you - he was still fetching you middle of the night bottles until I put a stop to that in March! </span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">You spent two nights just with Daddy while I was in the hospital with new baby Ziva. You got your special big boy bed in October and Daddy would sometimes lie in your room with you for 1-3 hours to get you to go to sleep. Lately Ziva sleeps more so I'm spending more time at night with you again. You still love your middle of the night cuddles! You seemed to realise that we needed more of a break as Nov to Dec you started earlier nights and sleeping in your own bed, it was heaven. You're back in our bed again now though - I wonder how long until you leave it for good! Recently you said at bedtime "I NEED to sleep in Mama's bed!" how could we ignore that plea? </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">We also moved house in November. You still call this house "New house" so I wonder if you will realise soon that we're not going back to the old one. You love it here though. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">As you grow older and smarter and more aware I'm more terrified that we will do something to scar you. You remember everything and have become so smart and slightly cautious. Gone is that baby who would fling himself down the slide without a second thought. Now you frown and say "<i>Too big! Mama help!</i>" I think it's a sign of your intelligence, you are thinking through consequences. Perhaps you worry too much, just like your mother. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">I'm starting to understand why they call it "the terrible twos". Not because you're terrible, but because you're testing out your new skills constantly. And that can be terribly frustrating at times! You definitely keep us on our toes. I love that about you! </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">You are very, very funny. You make little jokes all the time, and love to play pranks. My friends love hearing stories about things you say and do. Even when you're at your worst you are truly delightful. I often say that's the compensation we get for your lack of napping and staying up so late - at least you're fun while you do it! So daddy and I will be collapsed on the sofa exhausted while you party all around us. Very, very common occurrence sadly!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">And now a cute story: the day of your 2nd birthday party, Jan 31st, I put Ziva on the bed for a moment while I popped into the bathroom. I heard you climb up next to her (as usual!) and thought how nice, you would distract her. Then I hear you cooing "<i>Helllooo! Helllooo</i>!" again, quite usual. Then it turned into "<i>Hello munch-kin! Hello munch-kin!"</i> awwwwww! You are such a cutie pie. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">I really couldn't be more delighted with you. Everyday you have something new and wonderful to share with us. I love you son.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Love always</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;">Eli is lying in bed saying stuff like "you want sausages? Yeah! You want grapes? Yeah! You want <mumble> NO!!"</mumble></span></div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8611385026907987998.post-10866068040274027292015-01-09T09:20:00.002+11:002015-01-09T09:20:48.713+11:00<br />
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Push car?<br />
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Mama's got to go make dinner now darling, I'm making chicken for dinner tonight<br />
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And meat?<br />
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Well yes chicken is meat<br />
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And salad?<br />
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We're having veges tonight<br />
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And salad?<br />
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Ok I'll make a little salad<br />
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And meat?<br />
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Yes we'll have chicken<br />
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And carrots?<br />
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Yes I'm cooking carrots<br />
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And ku-mama? <br />
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What?<br />
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Ku-mama?<br />
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Yes I'm making kumara<br />
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And meat?<br />
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Ok you really have to let me go make dinner now...Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8611385026907987998.post-15114163322011993992015-01-09T09:20:00.001+11:002015-01-09T09:20:29.970+11:00Playing letters with Eli this morning, he found an H and started saying "ere! Ere!" I was looking puzzled so he reached out and patted me head. Oh! Hair! Oops.<br />
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He's never wrong - we had a similar mix up over "Q for Quail!" last weekend. I was staring at him confused and sure I was mishearing. Then I remembered his NZ ABC book has quails in it!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8611385026907987998.post-68802263246192206202015-01-08T23:39:00.000+11:002015-01-08T23:39:26.566+11:001130pm and me and my boy are partying. Sigh. For some reason when Shane is out Eli definitely doesn't sleep. Which is nuts seeing he is such a good sleeper now - four stars on his new star chart to prove it! Four out of five nights down at bedtime, it's a start. Ziva was down shortly after 10 as usual. <br />
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Anyway, when I shower he has started passing me my exfoliant which I keep on the lower shower ledge. Just now he followed me into the bathroom to wash my hands, and a minute later in the kitchen he's holding out my exfoliant saying "Want some?" Hehehe. Nope, I did not. <br />
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Another special moment tonight - he was watching home videos on my laptop, and suddenly I heard him laughing his head off joyfully. He was watching a video of him and me playing that Shane took on New Year's Eve. There's almost no videos of us playing together - it's usually me videoing him or him with Shane - I think it's the first time he's seen really candid footage of us. Love his reaction! Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8611385026907987998.post-53891263627684685662015-01-02T21:47:00.003+11:002015-01-02T21:47:59.307+11:00Yesterday in the pool "ooh mama little undies! And boobies!" Last time I wear a bikini in front of the boy! I wouldn't usually anyway but we had the shelter over the pool so no sun and nobody else was there.<br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8611385026907987998.post-8613455583271295772014-12-27T08:06:00.001+11:002014-12-27T08:06:10.521+11:00I think Eli just constructed the longest sentence of his life thus far: "Mama get up! Mama get up and sing five little monkeys!" <br />
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Spoiler alert: I didn't.<br />
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In my defence, his dad was already up.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8611385026907987998.post-75121724349839505842014-12-26T20:52:00.001+11:002014-12-26T20:52:57.937+11:00<div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;">
<span style="font-size: 12pt;">Shane offered to cut Eli's potatoes and he yelled "no no no!" so I said "Eli you really need to learn to be more polite". He replies "please?" Me: "yes please and thank you, but also when you say no say it nicely, say no not NO!" So then he sits there eating his dinner and softly and politely saying to himself "No. No daddy? Cut it. No daddy cut it. Yes." Practice makes perfect but I bet we are back to no no no tomorrow! </span></div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8611385026907987998.post-45156552173039464922014-12-26T13:09:00.003+11:002014-12-26T13:09:58.204+11:00Another lovely Christmas! That's two in a row now, pretty happy with that. <br />
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Eli was so excited on Christmas Eve, this is the first year he's really understood that something special is happening. He pleaded with me to open presents, with his best puppy-dog eyes, but I stood firm. So he went to bed instead! Shane and I stayed up late chatting.<br />
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After midnight Eli started to sleep really restlessly, we're not sure whether it was nightmares or teething. Shane got up for him several times but everytime Eli seemed to go straight back to sleep. I eventually got up at 2:30 and as inevitably happens Eli decided to come into our bed. He then ended up lying across the foot of our bed and fell asleep, rolled onto the floor with a crash. Oops. :-( His screams then awoke Ziva for a feed so it was all very dramatic. Got back to sleep at 3:30am.<br />
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So on Christmas morning we all awoke in our bed, but all Eli wanted to do was say hello to his baby sister and give her a cuddle, I couldn't convince him for ages to go open presents. Finally he went to his bedroom and found the duplo train to open, he was so excited! In fact he really loves all of his presents. We had a wonderful day with friends, it was relaxed and stress-free. Here's to many more like it!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8611385026907987998.post-39834209735118467122014-12-10T12:50:00.002+11:002014-12-10T12:50:38.610+11:00Napping napping<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Eli has gone down for his nap and Ziva has still not woken up from hers (a couple of hours now) so I have some mama time! Yay! I never get Mama time as if Eli does happen to nap, Ziva has her feed / party time.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I'm so proud of Eli's sleeping now, we suggest it is time to sleep and he trots off to his room, lies in his bed with his dummy and bottle, says na-night and we shut the door and go. Works for naptime or bedtime! So amazing after a year and a half of rocking and night-time sleep battles. Of course, now starting to work on number two so our evenings are not reclaimed - her sleep habits so far as the same as his were. Can't get her into bed before 10pm, and then sleeps in our bed late in the mornings. It gives Eli and I time to play together in the mornings though which is nice! </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I look forward to the day they are in the same routine.</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8611385026907987998.post-82444549114730361532014-11-27T19:47:00.003+11:002014-11-27T19:47:59.042+11:00<div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;">
<span style="font-size: 12pt;">You know how some kids at school have to put up with living in their older siblings shadow? Whenever I go to Reggio Emilia with Ziva the staff come up and say things like "Hello little Eli-lookalike!" or "Ooh it's like baby Eli again!" It's terrible! Oh well, later next year she can make her own mark with her fabulous personality. :-). He's their little brainiac and the class clown so very memorable.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;">"Are you eating your corn Eli?" "Daddy's corn!" Well at least he's honest about whose plate he's stolen his third corn cob of the night from!</span></div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8611385026907987998.post-51770899055491260582014-10-26T13:29:00.000+11:002014-10-26T13:29:11.791+11:00Such a lovely morning. It's what I call an "Oliver" morning - one where I find myself singing "Who Will Buy" (This Beautiful Morning) over and over as I go about my day. <br />
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Shane and I woke up before either child did, alone in our bed. I can't remember the last time that happened! So had a nice lie-in, before Eli got up and played in his bedroom for awhile. Ziva woke up and I pulled her into bed for a feed. Eli came in after awhile asking to watch "Bob Train" so Shane got up and put that on for him and came back to bed for some extra sleep. Ziva went back to sleep too, so I left her and Shane there together and went outside to put some washing on, soon joined by Eli who played in his fort in his pyjamas. After a nice play we came inside, and I was making toast for breakfast, Eli opened up the pantry and pulled out a packet of unopened pasta, and started excitedly asking for "Pasta! Pasta!" so I thought why the hell not. So I got a pot and put water in it, then I let him put pasta into the water. He seemed to understand that it would take 10 minutes to cook, and happily went to eat his toast while he waited. In the meantime Ziva woke up again so I went and fed her and then Shane served Eli his pasta. So he has officially cooked his first meal! Go boy.<br />
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It's a gloriously sunny, way too hot day. The house is immaculate because we had an open home yesterday. The kids are being good and we are all well and happy. So not a thing to do except relax!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8611385026907987998.post-60620868472650785352014-10-02T19:51:00.001+10:002014-10-02T19:51:47.904+10:00<div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;">
<span style="font-size: 12pt;">Eli has a favorite animal. His pronunciation is still a little off though. So he spends a lot of time calling out "Oh Fock! Oh Fock! MORE Fock!" I'm immature so it makes me giggle. </span></div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8611385026907987998.post-15616786259661572532014-10-01T09:59:00.001+10:002014-10-01T09:59:36.766+10:00<div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;">
<span style="font-size: 12pt;">This kid is awesome! The wind blows the peg bucket down onto the grass "Uh-oh!" Runs across, picks it up, puts the spilled pegs back in, runs off to his next mission. </span></div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8611385026907987998.post-72258821618096871272014-09-25T12:09:00.001+10:002014-09-25T12:09:08.208+10:00Three weeks today! As usual, I'm constantly full of good intentions to write blog entries, but rarely remember to sit down and do it.<br />
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We are loving being a family of 4. Our beautiful princess fits so perfectly into our family, it feels as though she has been here forever. That's what I kept commenting on the first couple of weeks - the only "weird" thing was the fact that nothing was weird, life felt completely normal. Ordinary even.<br />
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Ziva eats well and sleeps well. She was born Thurs evening and on the Friday slept all day, and then decided at 7pm - right as I finished dinner and settled down to sleep - that she wanted to eat all night. Which she did. I was exhausted on Saturday! Then Saturday night she slept beautifully. Sunday she slept all day, and oops another busy night! After that I learnt my lesson and started unwrapping her during the day (it was cold, I was instinctively keeping her swaddled!) and encouraging her to stay awake for short periods during the day for love and snuggles. Since then she has slept beautifully at night, waking for just a feed and then straight back down. Some nights she does 4 to 4.5 hour spacing between feeds which is lovely. So feeling fairly well rested! Unfortunately Elijah has been teething quite badly so we have had that in between waking us up. Harder on Shane than on me though as he is the one getting up to Eli while I'm feeding Ziva! Plus he has to get up for work the next day. <br />
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We are still sleeping in a fair bit, except on the days that Shane and Eli get up and leave at 7:30 for work/daycare, sometimes I can't get back to sleep afterwards. Shane gets Eli up and dresses him, but some mornings I wake up and help, particularly if Eli is already awake while Shane is trying to get himself ready. I do enjoy the two days Eli is at daycare (Mon & Thurs) as it gives me more quality time with Ziva. It's nice to just put my feet up and relax. I did intend to do either drop off or pick-up (one end only) on some days as it's a long day for Shane, but haven't felt inclined to yet, particularly as it means walking to the train station carrying Ziva. We get out and about a lot on the in between days, by the time Eli is at daycare I'm due to put my feet up and watch some TV! <br />
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Mum is still here and doing all of the cooking, cleaning, laundry and everything else under the sun. Quite full on but very generous of her! <br />
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This entry is a bit disjointed as I have her next to me sorting out cupboards and asking me every few seconds whether I want to keep a particular item, or where it should go. But hey, it's a start! <br />
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Loving life, loving my beautiful family. :-)Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0