Mushroom loves banana's.
Like honest to goodness true love.
If we're swinging past the bench and he happens to glance at the bench and sees them in the fruit bowl he will try to launch himself out of my arms and onto the bench. He gets all excited and yells 'NANA' at the top of his lungs.
You can only imagine what it's like at the supermarket when we go past in the trolley. The look on his little face when he sees that pile of yellow bananery goodness. His little eyes light up and he starts hooting and carrying on....everyone around us just goes 'awwwwww'
Probably the cutest thing the little man does...that and exist of course. But I'm bias.
6 Oct 2013
5 Oct 2013
Serious
It's time to get serious about my life and where I'm going.
I'm going to make a number of statements and then I'm actually going to try and stick to them. It's called commitment or not being a procrastinator. I don't know what the word is for not being a procrastinator.
When you work and you have an 11 month old, sticking to anything is hard work. Housework, washing, general Mummy maintenance like shaving legs and keeping eyebrows groomed. I won't go into the finer details. Suffice to say, things have been slipping for quite some time, but I actually believe that if I wasn't at work, things may be worse as there's no sense of urgency with these things.
I have started so many posts in the last 4 weeks and they are just sitting there. Not finished. And I've re-read them and feel like I'm waffling so am now tempted to delete them. Short and sweet is going to be my new motto. The Mushroom also broke my laptop a week after I purchased it which has contributed to my lack of posting as well.
Excuses, excuses Jess. Geez!
So here are goals... it's scary putting them out there like this
That's all I've got for now. But they're a big deal. I am going to be positive. I will try to stick with this. I mean, how hard can it be?!
I'm going to make a number of statements and then I'm actually going to try and stick to them. It's called commitment or not being a procrastinator. I don't know what the word is for not being a procrastinator.
When you work and you have an 11 month old, sticking to anything is hard work. Housework, washing, general Mummy maintenance like shaving legs and keeping eyebrows groomed. I won't go into the finer details. Suffice to say, things have been slipping for quite some time, but I actually believe that if I wasn't at work, things may be worse as there's no sense of urgency with these things.
I have started so many posts in the last 4 weeks and they are just sitting there. Not finished. And I've re-read them and feel like I'm waffling so am now tempted to delete them. Short and sweet is going to be my new motto. The Mushroom also broke my laptop a week after I purchased it which has contributed to my lack of posting as well.
Excuses, excuses Jess. Geez!
So here are goals... it's scary putting them out there like this
- I will post on my blog three times a week
- I will research then commence an online course about how to make my blog spiffy and cool
- I will enrol in a cake decorating class
- I will speak to my partner without acid in my tongue - I'm a real B these days!
- I will endeavour to walk with the Mushroom three times a week
- I will stop comparing my life to other's.. (Syria, Sudan, Afghanistan, Somalia... suck it up Princess. There are millions far worse off than you!)
That's all I've got for now. But they're a big deal. I am going to be positive. I will try to stick with this. I mean, how hard can it be?!
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| My little inspiration xox |
1 Oct 2013
Pestilence
Last week we had our first case of the dreaded hand, foot and mouth disease. I mean gross. It sounds disgusting (mad cow disease anyone?!) but actually wasn't as bad as I thought. I think we got off lightly. Touch wood.
According to trusty ol' WebMD it takes a few days to get the tell tale blisters and this is usually after a lengthy 'incubation' period. Double gross.
Basically we hung out with our usual little dude friends on the Thursday, he was fine. I went away and had my party weekend (more on that later) I got back and he seemed fine. Didn't sleep much but the Juffin put it down to me being absent and Mushroom just generally being a cranky one. On Monday the Mushroom went off to his Meme's house like usual. We'd had a bit of a disturbed evening but I thought teething again. Tuesday was when all the drama went down.
After 3 hours sleep on Monday night I really should have known that he was sick. I mean what kind of bad mother am I? Again, I just assumed it was teeth. I mean teeth are to blame for everything!
I dropped him off at daycare after being cried at for an hour. We were half an hour late. And he fell asleep in the car on the way over there. He NEVER does that. He then STAYED ASLEEP when I put him down in his portacot. Wow.
I went off to work, thinking holy shit, glad that's over. Around 11.15 I got a call from the daycare Mum saying that he was inconsolable. I could actually hear him screaming in the background. She wanted to know if ok to give paracetamol and I said sure, but wasn't convinced that that was exactly why she'd rung. She sounded stressed. I immediately said I would come and get him but she was all coy and like no it's ok we can do this, but I wasn't convinced.
I raced out of work and picked him up. Poor little Mushroom had the reddest face and his eyes were all puffy. Apparently he just wouldn't settle all morning. Crying, wouldn't calm with cuddles, stories, dummy nothing. She seemed to think it was teeth too, but just said he was off all morning. In that moment I just felt like the shittest parent in the whole World. I mean why the f am I going to work when my boy is crying at someone elses house? Why didn't I just stay home that day when he kept crying at me? Why didn't I know that something was wrong?
On the way home we stopped in at the chemist and I got some baby paracetamol as his little head felt a little hot as did his chest. He had a rash on his legs but Juffin said that they'd been playing in the park and it was just irritated from the grass.... um, no. First sign of disease is a rash douchebags.
The afternoon was pretty uneventful, I had to lay down with the Mushroom in my bed to get him to have an afternoon nap but he seemed ok after paracetamol and cuddles with his Mum. He was then up for most of the night, hot, crying, wouldn't settle. Egads. This was terrible. I went to the Dr first thing on Wednesday morning as there were blisters on his feet now. Obviously hand foot and mouth.
I was off work for the week. The whole week with my sick little Mushroom. And the sad thing is, even though he was sick, he seemed happier. He was happy playing by himself, he slept very well during the day (let's not talk about the night sleeping) and he seemed much happier overall. No screaming at me from the floor of the kitchen, no crying when I put him down and left the room.... It just made me feel even worse about working and leaving my son with other people for 5 hours of every weekday.
I'm hoping that I can win lotto. Or find a money tree. Or discover that I'm actually really good at something that I've somehow missed in the last 32 years and capitalise on my awesome special skill... I'm pretty sure eating pasta in record quantities ain't going to make me no money!
According to trusty ol' WebMD it takes a few days to get the tell tale blisters and this is usually after a lengthy 'incubation' period. Double gross.
Basically we hung out with our usual little dude friends on the Thursday, he was fine. I went away and had my party weekend (more on that later) I got back and he seemed fine. Didn't sleep much but the Juffin put it down to me being absent and Mushroom just generally being a cranky one. On Monday the Mushroom went off to his Meme's house like usual. We'd had a bit of a disturbed evening but I thought teething again. Tuesday was when all the drama went down.
After 3 hours sleep on Monday night I really should have known that he was sick. I mean what kind of bad mother am I? Again, I just assumed it was teeth. I mean teeth are to blame for everything!
I dropped him off at daycare after being cried at for an hour. We were half an hour late. And he fell asleep in the car on the way over there. He NEVER does that. He then STAYED ASLEEP when I put him down in his portacot. Wow.
I went off to work, thinking holy shit, glad that's over. Around 11.15 I got a call from the daycare Mum saying that he was inconsolable. I could actually hear him screaming in the background. She wanted to know if ok to give paracetamol and I said sure, but wasn't convinced that that was exactly why she'd rung. She sounded stressed. I immediately said I would come and get him but she was all coy and like no it's ok we can do this, but I wasn't convinced.
I raced out of work and picked him up. Poor little Mushroom had the reddest face and his eyes were all puffy. Apparently he just wouldn't settle all morning. Crying, wouldn't calm with cuddles, stories, dummy nothing. She seemed to think it was teeth too, but just said he was off all morning. In that moment I just felt like the shittest parent in the whole World. I mean why the f am I going to work when my boy is crying at someone elses house? Why didn't I just stay home that day when he kept crying at me? Why didn't I know that something was wrong?
On the way home we stopped in at the chemist and I got some baby paracetamol as his little head felt a little hot as did his chest. He had a rash on his legs but Juffin said that they'd been playing in the park and it was just irritated from the grass.... um, no. First sign of disease is a rash douchebags.
The afternoon was pretty uneventful, I had to lay down with the Mushroom in my bed to get him to have an afternoon nap but he seemed ok after paracetamol and cuddles with his Mum. He was then up for most of the night, hot, crying, wouldn't settle. Egads. This was terrible. I went to the Dr first thing on Wednesday morning as there were blisters on his feet now. Obviously hand foot and mouth.
I was off work for the week. The whole week with my sick little Mushroom. And the sad thing is, even though he was sick, he seemed happier. He was happy playing by himself, he slept very well during the day (let's not talk about the night sleeping) and he seemed much happier overall. No screaming at me from the floor of the kitchen, no crying when I put him down and left the room.... It just made me feel even worse about working and leaving my son with other people for 5 hours of every weekday.
I'm hoping that I can win lotto. Or find a money tree. Or discover that I'm actually really good at something that I've somehow missed in the last 32 years and capitalise on my awesome special skill... I'm pretty sure eating pasta in record quantities ain't going to make me no money!
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| A sick little Mushroom sleeping on his Mama |
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