Word Vomit

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You know I like to over share right? Right?

Well here I go again...

* I have spent way too much money lately on the little guy and none on myself I should add. We are trying to finish off his nursery so we've bought some very cute jungle prints, are stalking looking at Etsy for two wall decals for his room as well as a new rug of some description.

* I have imposed a no nappy buying ban on myself. Refer to the above point of spending too much money.

* Looking at booking flights to Cairns for FIL's 60th. Holy hell talk about expensive. Flights (two I should add making a 6+ hour day of travelling with a 14 month old!) + accommodation + car hire = ohhh I don't know about $2000. Holy feck!!

* Have replaced one breastfeed a day with formula so I can look at returning to work when I stop procrastinating and call my manager. Feeling guilty and sad. Must keep telling myself it's just milk.

* Got a text message from Mum asking if I'm angry at her, and if I am to please call her. What the feck!! Passive aggressive much?

* Took the young one to the GP yesterday as I found a lump on his neck. $70 lately I find out it's just a lymph node post viral infection. Though I did learn you have lymph nodes on your head as he also has a raised one there too. Feeling like a dumb nurse that I didn't know that.

* Off to the dentist Tuesday. FFEECKKKK!!! Have not been for way too long. Is it weird that I'd rather birth a baby then go sit in that dental chair? My heart is racing just thinking about it. Though this dentist is all for sedation. Hmm might tell him to get all the dental work over and done with at once or I'll chicken out and won't go back!

Do you have a fear of the dentist? Any tips for travelling with a toddler?

And the judgements continue

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I forget which one of my favourite bloggers was speaking about something similar the other day.....

Anyway.

A recent debate about vaginal births and c sections has gotten me thinking, why aren't we happy unless we are judging or criticising or putting someone down?

It feels to me like if you say ' I had a drug free vaginal birth' it's in some way something smug to say. Is it not just speaking the truth? Can we not be happy for this person, if they achieved the birth they wanted?

If someone said ' I had a c section' are we quick to judge that Mum and perhaps think 'they took the easy way out' or 'they were too posh to push'. Why do we not just think that she made the right decision for her and her baby?

It just seems like whenever the word children is mentioned, whether it be in regards to birthing said child, feeding the child, disciplining the child there is never a moment when you are not judged.

Have you felt the judgement of others recently?

Big FAT fail

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Our first big proper on our own as a family of three holiday was so totally crap. Whoever said holidays with a baby were easy were LYING!! Malachi got a pretty nasty cold on about day two of our week long holiday. Cue needy whinges, 2 hourly boobie feeds, pacing the floors rocking and bouncing a baby to sleep and not much night sleep.

Oh and I was about ready to divorce hubby!! We were both looking forward to a week of relaxing and chilling out. Reconnecting and all that jazz. Instead we were hit with the utterly exhausted stick, and were just snapping at each other over stupid things.

Oh and that's right it was raining, windy and overcast the entire time we were away so me being the good Mummy didn't want to take him out much in the cold. Guess it didn't help that I thought it didn't get cold at the coast so I didn't really pack many warm winter clothes WHOOPS!!

We went to the pharmacy as I left all my cold stuff (euky bear, nasal drops etc) here and they thought he could have croup. Went and saw a useless doctor who could barely speak English who was trying to tell me he had conjunctivitis. Um idiot it's just a blocked tear duct! So he wrote a script for some eye drops (which I just thought meh whatever dude) had a listen to his chest and said 'if it's whooping cough or croup you'll know tonight'. Thankfully it was just a cold. BLAH bloody useless doctors.

The cutest thing was we were sitting having dinner at a golf club, wolfing down our meal as the little one was so super duper cranky and whiny. A little old lady, who would have been around 80 came over and said 'oh you must never get to eat in peace I'll take him for a walk'. I thought it was adorable. Hubby on the other hand thought that a) she was going to run away with him or b) drop him. So the little old lady only got a 5 minute hug before hubby rescued Malachi away from her.

So we're home now. Totally unrelaxed and just as exhausted as we were before we left.

Looks like we'll be looking into another holiday sooner rather than later. Maybe for my birthday (which cough is in less than two weeks. April 3rd incase you wanted to send me a little parcel).

Please tell me holidays with a baby/toddler/small child gets easier?

Let's go shopping

Shopping ain't what it used to be. I used to just do my hair and make up, grab my bag and out the door I went.

These days I get ready, I get the baby ready, I make sure I have the 100 essentials packed in my nappy bag, I change the baby, because we all know they like to poo just as you're heading out the door, put baby in the car, drive to shopping centre, take baby out of the car, put him in the pram. And by this stage I'm well and truly over it, he's normally grizzling I just do a quick shop and go home again.

Gone are the days of leisurely browsing to my hearts content.

So I have started online shopping, well browsing at this stage. I'm so tight with my money I baulk at the prices.

Here's what I'm loving at the moment...

Fossil Blue Floral Clutch

Bag from Novo Shoes

Matilda Jacket from Jackie E

Knit Jumper by Just Add Sugar

Airforce Anna Dress by Friends of Couture



Sigh... a girl can dream right?

A non Valentine's day post

** Yes I know it's Valentine's day but really, it's just another day for this here little blogger **

The lovely Racheous and Nicole awarded me this I'm sure you've seen it floating around:

My requested tasks to receive this award are:

* Thank and link back to the person who gave me this award.
* Share 7 things about myself.
* Pay it forward to 15 recently discovered great bloggers.
* Contact those bloggers and tell them about the award.

 7 things about me:

1. Since having Master M I have taken to drinking all hot drinks out of my travel mugs. Not only do I get double the volume, which let's be honest who doesn't love a super sized coffee, my drink also stays hotter for longer. Win win I say.

2. I was a gymnast for 7 and a half years. I called it quits when my boobs got too big and the red witch arrived I decided to focus on high school instead.

3. I have been vegetarian for almost 10 years. I did try a chicken nugget about four years ago but the texture and all that chewing was enough to make me want to barf.

4. I always thought I'd have four kiddies two of each of course. I have since revised that back to 3 though I am yet to convince the husband about it! Ever the rational one he wants 'as many as we can afford' which is looking more like two.

5. Hubby and I met when I was 15 and he was 19 and we were working at the local Maccas together. He was my first serious boyfriend. We've been together for nearly seven years.

6. I am such a sook when it comes to creepy crawly things probably not a surprise if you knew me in real life. I duck and swerve when I'm outside so that bees, wasps, dragonflies and all those other nasties don't bite me.

7. I've turn into a cloth nappy snob loving Mumma. I feel like such a sucker when I have to use a disgustable disposable. I can't help but think I'm just throwing money down the drain.

Now I'm a bit of a loser and I don't have 15 blogs to pay it forward to so I'll just pass it on to those I love

* Cate at Keep Cate Busy

* Lauren at Ninja Tales

* The lovely Mama Bear

* Amy at Things I never knew

* Zoey at Ramblings of a wife and mama

* Amy at Love, bubs and life on our little farm

* Tamsyn at Max and Me

Wishes for your Friday

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I wish:

* I had a tasty biscuit to dunk into my morning coffee. Heck I'd even take a muffin right about now.

* I was a super smart wizz at HTML so I could make me a new blog background, button and what not. Not really loving the look of my blog which is probably why I've been a super slack blogger of late.

* It wasn't so hard to get a childcare place! 12 month wait at a few I've rung. WTF SHIT! Staying home isn't an option as we need the money *sob*

* The most perfect super duper gorgeous affordable car is just waiting at a caryard, begging us to take it home this weekend.

What are you wishing for right now?

Any amazing plans for the weekend?

Holy Moley Man - a post for Lauren :-)

I've been a super duper slack arse blogger. I do have a few excuses reasons though:

* The young one and I made our first ever solo trip on an aeroplane together to visit the fam. It was shit average but Malachi loved seeing his Ma and Pop (hubby's Mum and Dad) and I'm missing them like crazy too!

* The boy also decided to cut his first tooth the night we got back from said holidays. We Hubby was up from midnight until 4am rocking and patting and soothing the very distressed bub.

* He also decided to catch a viral infection at the same time which saw temps hovering around the 39 degree mark. The viral infection saw the boy turn into a fresh air-atarian (as my friend Sarah called it). He went off milk, solids and water.... stressful fun times had by all.

* As a result of said fresh air-atarian diet my milk supply plummeted and I'm back popping pills like a druggie on the fenugreek and blessed thistle to increase my supply again.

* I went and saw my GP. I love have oodles of respect for this man.

I told him I thought I was struggling with PND. I told him I saw another GP whilst he was off getting a tan while he was enjoying his holidays and she wanted to put me on Zoloft AND Xyprexa AND she wanted me to stop breastfeeding (as according to this piss ant GP there's no benefit in breast milk after 6 months).

I think poor Richie nearly fell off his chair! But any woo, we have a plan. I need to find me a psych, he'll write me a mental health plan and I'll hopefully be back on track and loving life again soon.

* I've been too busy loving everyone else's blogs that I couldn't be arsed run out of time to write my own.

I'll try not to be so slack.... promise!