Author Archives: Jen

luck what a bitch

we knew our luck would run out sooner or later I just dont’ understand why it has to be my beauties that get to suffer.

This is the end of this blog I can’t write here about what has happened this blog was so full of hope and dreams of my growing babies inutero and their birthdays once they’d joined us.  We are all alive don’t worry but we’re not the same at least find that sameness is going to take a lot of work.


Attention DinoD

While I’m up for a good witch hunt and ceremonial burning at the stake, in this instance I feel it only fair given your advanced years to let you off… just this once woman.

Your missing comment is lurking on Belle’s page under her photo.


No no need to thank me I live to swerve .    🙂


Surely it hasn’t been that long?

I’m forgetting what that felt like to fail so completely at getting pg, to produce dozens of eggs and have maybe 2 at transfer if I were lucky. Canceled cycles, blood tests, tears, fears, anger, sadness it was my life but I’m sitting here and I know that it will always be a part of who I am but it’s not all I am anymore.(more I want to say on this another time)

I can raise my eyes to level and see the blobbies in the backyard with water pistols (yes I’m an evil mother I enjoy listening to my kids laugh whilst brandishing guns) squirting each other and poor Sam (dog) who can’t move quite fast enough to get away from them and Hairy who is doing his best to pretend they are in trouble, they are having a ball out there.

That’s my life now and while we have concerns and fears occasional glimpses of sadness and latent anger it’s minor and fleeting.  Has enough time really passed that saying I’m HAPPY really means I’m happy not just lip service? stuff knows really but wow it feels good.

Now the object of my affection and the best medicine there is…. My blobbies at 2years 1 week (adjusted age) oh Jack’s head really isn’t wonky my  phototaking skills are rather lacking.

Blobbie Birthday #1

Today the blobbies turned 1 did you read that ONE my babies are a whole 365 days old.

Time has flown by and I’m finding myself stunned that they aren’t only at most 4 months old.  Both continue to be mega stars in the eating sleeping playing depts. they eat everything so far we haven’t, no wait thats a lie, I did find one thing they don’t like, salmon.  but who can blame them I’m not a fan either.  Sleep as always is not an issue down for the night at 7pm up for the day between 7.30 and 8am with 2 solid naps during the day allowing me time to whirlwind thru the house righting the paths of destruction they’ve created.

Jackybear is growing up so fast, he’s our calm mover and shaker of the two.  If theres a pillow to climb over, a lap to be sat on, or a weird new implement of torture errr toy to play with he’s there first every time.  He loves his mum and is the proverbial mummas boy.  I love it.  something so wonderful about bubba snuggles.  He is standing up cruising the furniture, he will in fact if you stand still too long attempt and succeed in pulling himself up to stand beside you.  I’ve since stopped wearing flowy hippy type elastic waisted skirts because far too often he’s managed to leave me standing there sans skirt.  As I said he’s a mover and shaker, so it goes without saying he was also the first one to come to harm.  I heard a fleshy thud turned around and said the usual, you’re ok up you get jackybear, only to notice that the inhale was rather long. Now all you mums already know that the longer the inhale the louder the scream to follow it.  I scooped him up checked him over … nothing… then it started, a nose bleed.  man can noses bleed.  No lasting harm done but now I know the dif between a oops i fell on my bum thud and a omph nose meet floorboard thud.  He’s language skills are on par for his adjusted age, he has the usual mumma mum mum thing down pat, the dada, the uh oh and assorted vowel sounds but he also sings whenever music is playing and a song comes on he likes he sings along bounces his little chubba bubba body about and gets into it. (by sings I really means makes noise.  I’m a proud mum but hey even I know what the dif between singing and noise is.  Jackybear now sports an impressive set of chompers 5 thru with one on it’s way to being more than a sharp little corner poking thru. the opposite of Bellabird his are two on the top with four on the bottom. all the better chomp a finger with.  He is the typical boofy boy weighing in at a respectable 11.5kilo he’s at the 95%tile for his age

Bellabirdy our drama queen is beyond funny, she’s hilarious everything with her is OTT, a smile or giggle HAS to be accompanied with arm/hand motions or sound effects with Bellabird her whole body smiles and laughs along with her. Lately she enjoys pretending to choke first few times it had me worried now it’s just her little game, cough choke cough giggle laugh squeal etc. Like Jackybear she is a love muffin. She dances a lot, her fav songs to dance too include such all time classics as “I love aeroplane jelly” “row row row your boat” and “happy little vegemite”  Bellabirdy crawls properly and scoots around faster than her brother but is all too often side tracked on the way by highly desirable tid bits like, oh i don’t know a speck of dust so more often than not, she gets to the toy/treat/lap/whatever long after Jacky has claimed it as his own. So far there haven’t been any accidents with missymoo. She is very careful and is our plotter and thinker.  she watches everything and doesn’t attempt anything until one day suddenly she’s crawling properly or sitting up on her own she never ceases to amaze us.  Her vocab is probably twice what her brothers is.  Again she’s hilarious they’ll be on their way somewhere important like under the kitchen table.  Jacky will cut her off or crawl over her or something like that, she’ll catch up with him (eventually) get right up in his face and tell him off.  No idea what she’s saying but the volume and the tone are unmistakable. he’s getting told then she’s all smiles and giggles and life resumes for her.  Bellabirdys tooth count is the same as Jackys only she has two bottom and three and a half top teeth.  Our little girl is all girl while her weight is 11kilo she’s not at all boofy or chubby looking just nicely rounded out she too is at the 95%tile for age.  Her eyes are a beautiful blue and oh boy does daddy melt when she turns them his way.

Not a day or hour goes by that I don’t thank the holy green jellybean for these two blobbies.  Other than for language skills we no longer adjust their ages and haven’t done so for some time now.  I so miss the tiny itty bitty bubbas that they were but I can honestly say each stage brings with it more fun and enjoyment and I wouldn’t change anything for the world.

Happy Birthday my beautiful birdybears.

purple monkey highchair

Or some title that relates to whatever I’m about to dribble out.

As we are moving interstate (join me in screaming yippeee) and leaving this arctic wilderness known not so fondly as the arsehole of the world. I’ve had to start culling my collections.

Ever make bargains with yourself? You know the kind. OK self you can have 2 xlarge vac bags for the blobbies precious can’t give away clothes and thats it. But then find yourself renegotiating that limit? OK 3 vac bags and that’s it more. Oh but look at this XYZ it was his favourite romper oh and these 5468410867 dozen bibs etc she looked so cute wearing see it has ladybirds and you love ladybirds.

HOW do I give this stuff away and cull down to a manageable level without breaking my own kneecaps because I can’t stick to my own self agreements?

in other news of the meh variety. we have Highchairs now and we use them they aren’t just a decoration for a dusty corner. Mind you I still heart the bumbo chairs they rock like nobodies business.
After much research and almost daily treks around various outlets trying the blobbies in so many chairs that my brain is still in denial I ended up going with the cheapest one I found.  Not for the price but because it has no bloody ruffles the seat cover comes off for easy washing and they fold up almost flat so storing them isn’t an issue.  I admit I was in love with a chair I found at one of the baby stores here, but honestly it was the same love/lust I feel at seeing shiny things in a jewelers window.  Pretty doesn’t always equate to realistic or useable. I also figure at the price these were I can ditch them without any pocket pain if we eventually find the booster seats, someone recommended (mental note to self it’s not that hard to bookmark a blog post for later referal)  so they can sit at the table that I fear may only be availabe to the USA crowd, sucks honestly sucks to see all these things and know there is a fat chance of ever getting them here.  What is available here that I’ve seen is shit.

picture of the day. = Jackyboy has taken to crawling over bellabird whenever he gets a chance, just lately he’s taken to laying over her so he can play with whatever has caught his eye. Note the messy floor? yeah I can see it too, but meh babies make mess it’s what they do.

oomph get off me

oomph get off me

9 months

Somehow we made it to 9months wonders never cease. nor I imagine, will your amazement that I’ve actually got off my arse and posted an update.
Both blobbies have 4 teeth, both eat well sleep well play reasonably well and I’m busier than ever, trying to find new things for them to eat/do/experience.
The incredible thing I almost spoke about last time didn’t follow thru but that’s ok I have everything I need and more than I could ever have imagined having. life is still bloody good.

Just a little light reading before lunch

life is just so freaking good when you can bounce

look into my eyes, you are getting sleepy

damn that hypnosleep talk really works.

but wait theres more, for my next trick I need you to set me free

because my lovely assistant is sleeping on the job

better late than never I guess

Mothers day came and went with little fanfare in this part of the world. Oh we enjoyed it, we even went so far as to *get out of the house* and have a picnic. The weather was shit it was cold and drizzly for much of the day but hey I’ll take that over any one of the years of perfect temps blue skies and empty arms.

On a whole we don’t go in much for the commercial gift giving thing, but this year I got something incredible. What having the blobbies isn’t incredible enough? oh it is trust me it is but I also got a gift. No photos or blogging about it just yet since for now it remains one of those warm secrets you hold close without saying a word lest it be spoilt and lose it’s shine.

I’m not going to say I’m a bad blogger because lets face facts I SUCK at blogging, really can’t be arsed to spend the few minutes I get to myself during the day to sit here and type away what amounts to drivel to everyone but me.

Blobbie news, Isabella and Jack are now the proud owners of chompers, these bastid teeth have played hell with them. They are the kind that go up almost break thru and then resume their place under the gum line. Now however the blobbies are sporting pearly white finger mashers Bellabirdy has 2 bottoms ones and Jackyboy has 2 bottoms and I think 1 top one on it’s way.

Jack is commando crawling with a vengence now he’s unstoppable or would be if he could work out how to get over objects I place lovingly in his way to prevent him from you know playing with the wall  heater n stuff. Bella is well she’s a queen she can do the commando crawl with almost as much ease as Jack but she prefers to lay on her belly doing an impersonation of a sky diver and demand to be moved. LOUDLY demands to be moved. Oh wait it wasn’t the pink bouncer, the blue rocker, the jumperoo or the jolly jumper you wanted? no? it was to rest your head on the blue teddy? why didn’t you say so!

The monday after m’day we had to let our old man beej go. God that was hard, for so long he hung in there and even “appeared” to put on weight but reality was vastly different. It wasn’t weight he gained but gut rotting growths. Hairy was and is beyond sad. I wish I could have gone with him to the vets but it wasn’t to be.

Last bit of news, the blobbies have colds. Oh yeah I did the unthinkable I spoke out loud too soon. What I thought was a cold was only the lead in, as sick as they are they are still happy little munchkins for the most part. There I go again tempting fate. Is it wrong that I don’t mind they are sick and only want cuddles? I don’t want them sick but man I’m loving me some blobbie cuddle time.

hmm think thats it for news from my side of the world. thrilling stuff huh! oh yeah and we’re moving several states away from here later this year for sure. spose I should start thinking of getting rid of stuff so it isn’t a mad rush later but meh I need a few more hours of blobbie cuddling today.

Mother's Day Pic