Ok, it’s been a while. A long while in fact. 7 months to be exact. I am such a bad blogger. I don’t really deserve to have a blog. Truth be told, I’m surprised that you still exist.
I swear I will visit you more often. Life has been busy, you know. I didn’t mean to neglect you. I’ll make it up to you, I promise. We’ll start by sprucing you up a bit. A makeover will make you feel much better. Now all I’ve got to do is remember how to do everything but I will, don’t you worry.
No posts from me for a while. Have horrible gastro and just moving is a mission in itself.
Will be back soon, fingers crossed!
Gosh, haven’t I been quite the slack blogger? No, I haven’t dropped off the face of the earth, nor have the children driven me crazy. I’ve just been super busy. Yes, it does occassionally happen. Every once in a while I have a social life that rivals Paris Hiton. Well, not really but you get the drift. Also doesn’t help that my laptop’s monitor has cracked so I have to share the PC with my husband. His computer just isn’t the same. It doesn’t have my favourites saved and his keyboard doesn’t like typing the letter ‘L’. So annoying.
This blog entry will be all about the ‘dream baby,’ Chloe. Chloe is one of those babies that every new mother wishes for. She’s very chill, obviously takes after her father. Not much bugs her. Until now. Lately getting her to sleep is quite a task. Tonight nothing would work. Bouncing on the fitball, rejected. Bottle, refused. Any attempts to place her in her cot were met with heart wrenching cries. I finally got her to calm down by laying on the bed so she was in an upright position on my lap. She looked at me. I looked at her. It was a battle I WAS going to win. Eventually she fell asleep. Now, this is where my dilemma started. Do I move her to her bed or just let her sleep as she was? I was tired. I wanted to sleep and didn’t want to risk her rolling off. I made the decision to move her to the cot BIG MISTAKE. Her eyes were open quicker then I could blink and the little cries started again. Why didn’t I just let her sleep on me? Why? Why? Why? Selfish Mummy. So, the whole process started over again but this time it was a bit harder to calm her. She finally succumbed to sleep and I moved her so she could lay cradled in my arm. She looked so beautiful sleeping peacefully next to me.
You will be happy to know that I had success the 2nd time with putting her down in her own cot. I have no idea why she was so upset tonight. Just one of those things, I guess.
Been a bit busy of late. Namely busy dealing with the demands of an 18 month old. I’m beginning to wonder when the coronation of Princess Jemma took place as I sure wasn’t in attendance.
At the moment, sleep is optional, meals should be served on the kitchen floor as that is where they end up and don’t even think about saying no *sigh* The temper tantrums are well and truly here. The other day in the midst of one of these outbursts I got asked if she was 2. No, I replied. 18 months. I dread to think of her behaviour at 2 if now is anything to go by.
Lately, I’ve been thinking about my girls and just how different they appear to be personality wise so far. Jem was a reflux baby. She constantly wanted to be held and would scream if you put her down, hell, the girl even knew if you were sitting down when she was asleep as she would instantly wake up and start screaming again. Car rides were stressful. Socialising was next to impossible. I tried not to read about other babies because it would just get me down reading about all these other “perfect” babies. It was hard not to wonder if it was something I had done to make her act like she did.
And then there’s Chloe. Now, Chloe is only 3 months old but I’m already seeing a much more calming personality. Need to get in the car and drive for an hour? No problem, not a peep from her. Crying? Hardly ever. A social life with Chloe would be possible. People ask me all the time how Chloe is and my response is, “She’s a dream baby” because she really is. Of course, this then triggers people to comment that it’s because she is my second and I know what I’m doing. Wrong! I am no more clued in then I was the first time around. I just hit the jackpot and got a baby that has my husband’s personality and not mine (as Jem definitely takes after me in that regard).
Jem has always been difficult so I don’t know why I’m so surprised to see nothing has changed at 18 months. I’m just wondering if I’ll be lucky and Chloe will stay her sweet natured way or if come next March I’ll be writing about her tantrums as well.
Does a difficult baby equal difficult child and vice versa?
Jem having a tantrum. New Years Day. Park was packed. The only thing to do was grin and bear it though I desperately wished that my husband was dealing with it instead of taking photos!
Happy New Year Everyone 
Well, a new decade has begun. Gone are the ‘noughties’ and in its place are the ‘teens’ or whatever they are going to call it? Has it been named yet?
We had a rager of a night. Well, it’s classed as a rager when you’ve got a 3 month old and a 18 month old. Took the girls down to the local park where there was free entertainment, followed by a walk by the river. Chloe didn’t like being up past her bedtime. Jem loved it. I can tell that the child is going to be the cause of many grey hairs in her teenage years.
I can’t wait to see what 2010 will bring for our family. I’m looking forward to watching the girls grow. For me to start that photography course that I have been meaning to do but just never getting around to it. For my husband to learn that his pants do not belong in the lounge room but in that thing called a laundry basket which is located in the bathroom.
2010 – What do you have in store for us?
Ok, so part of the reason why I’m writing this blog is to get the brain stimulated. When we went overseas a few years ago I wrote a travel journal for all our friends and family back home. I enjoyed doing it and was told I did an Ok job of it (family will tell you anything though). Since having kids, my brain has turned to mush and I’m now unable to utter a sentence without it containing the words baby, poo, sleep or no.
At times, it feels like motherhood has turned me into a zombie. I’m on auto-pilot from 7am until 7pm when (hopefully) the last child goes to bed. Even come 7pm, I’ve never fully clocked-off. One ear is always listening. Listening for that little cry that lets you know that your child needs you. Waiting for it to be the next feed time, next nappy change. At times, it seems never ending.
Never ending but very rewarding.
Like today. Today I got to experience my 2 girls giggling at each other for the first time. It’s moments like these that make all those late nights, tantrums and nappy changes worth it.
So, as the title suggests. A blog with baby brain. Can it be done? Will it have a total of two posts and one reader? Only time will tell but I sure hope not.
I’ve had this website for a year now and have finally decided today that I will make use of it and write a blog.
My name is Deb. I’m a 29 SAHM to 2 beautiful little girls, Jemma (18 months) & Chloe (3 months). I spend my days singing the alphabet, telling my 3 month old what a clever girl she is during tummy time & finding peas in the most unusual of hiding places.
I’m hoping that by writing this blog, I’ll be able to find other parents out there that are dealing with the same dramas as I am and let me know that if there was an award for “Bad Mummy of the Year”, I wouldn’t win hands down.
So, please comment, share stories or even email me at snazzysmith@gmail.com. I’d love to hear from you!
Christmas day, 2009
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