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What it feels like to be a mother

Women go through all gamut of emotions when they enter motherhood. I thought I’d share some of the strange and wonderful feelings I’ve experienced during the past five-odd years.

That feeling you get when you `do it’ for the first time without protection when deciding to start a family.
That feeling you get when you’re still doing it eight months later with no result.

That feeling you get when you feel your child kick inside you for the first time.
That feeling you get when you realise it’s somehow got to come out yet.

That feeling you get when your baby finally crowns. Um… ouch.
That feeling you get when you hold your child for the first time.

That feeling you get when your child says their first word.
That feeling you get when your child just won’t stop talking.

That feeling you get when your child heads off for their first day of school.
That feeling you get when school holidays arrive.

That feeling you get when your child draws a masterpiece on their bedroom wall.
That feeling you get when your child puts their arms around you and says “I love you’’.

This is just an overview of some of the feelings I’ve had during the past five years. Li’l Holly is about to turn two and Princess Ella is about to turn five. As @dufussy tweeted this week: “the days are long, but the years are short’’.

What are the standout feelings from your time as a mum?

September 12, 2012
Fishing in the toilet bowl – or something like it

A few days ago, just as the girls were about to get into the bath, Ella popped herself up on the toilet to do a whizzer. Li’l Holly decided she wanted to know what the fuss was all about with this weeing thing and so stuck her head in the toilet, behind Ella, to take a look.

Midway through Ella’s twinkling, Holly decides to talk about the wonderment of wee while her dummy is in her mouth. Which is not a good idea when your head is over a toilet bowl. As expected, she drops her dummy… and all hell breaks loose.

Ella panics and jumps off the toilet. Mid wee. The wee, however, doesn’t stop. I try to coax her back onto the toilet, with no luck. I reach for t-shirts, trousers, dresses and towels – anything – to stick under her.

From the corner of my eye, I then notice Holly is reaching into the toilet for “dum dum, Mum. My dum dum’’. Noooooo. I take a deep breath, plunge my hand into the deep dark depths of the toilet bowl and retrieve the little sucker.

Saved.

There is silence for a good 60 seconds.

Seriously, this never happened pre-kids.

Have you had to retrieve dummy’s from wee-filled toilet bowls before? Or worse?

August 2, 2012
Guest Post: Who would ever believe

It’s almost 18 years ago since you were placed in my arms. Perfect and so small, yet you had your own way of doing things. Even from the moment you came home from hospital. It was almost like you had been here before and you had your own set rules.

Never did work out what those rules were but let’s look back on what you have managed to achieve in the last (almost) 18 years!

Woody’s Oldest Son

You walked at 10 months. Actually you ran… it scared me so much that we decided not to have six children – I guess we almost made it!

You could climb 6ft wooden fences with your bare feet – and that was scaling them in seconds from the tender age of four.

Broken bones? Yep… we have lost count! Your first time was falling off a slide in a playground – you insisted on standing instead of sliding down. But guess what – you were built to last. That adventure ended up in a hospital trip, three different doctors’ interviews, many questions and one pink cast. Why so many doctor questions?

Well, you never said anything for a day (or maybe two!) so we hadn’t taken you in straight away because we didn’t realise it was broken.

Then there was the time you were running through the house. And you mis-judged the hallway. You sure made a good impression on the wall – literally! You left your statues in that house (with your head imprint on the dining room wall)

Then there was the time you said “Watch me, Mum” – where you grabbed some rope, swang on it from the trampoline, smack back into the wooden fence. YES. You did that, and you laughed. You went back to do it again even when I said “no more”.

Can you also remember the time you climbed a paper bark tree? Sure, the climb was easy, reaching for your lost ball. But the slide down was not something that you will surely repeat again? Your stitches in your leg may have healed, but I still remember the day clearly. So does the neighbour who used to live next door to us…. I have never seen a grown man jump a wire fence before!

What about your football smashing good times? You so loved to get out onto that field, and run towards boys double your size. You might have been small but you sure could play as part of the team.

I even remember you sneaking out of the house to run away… we found your note and guessed where you were. Out on the field – with one broken arm… nothing was able to stop you!

Over the years we have watched you grow, and said a little thank-you (maybe more than little) to your guardian angel. She sure is working over-time. Yet you manage to find your way.

There are no set rules when it came to watching you grow, but gee are we proud of all you have achieved, and we are so delighted that you are about to turn 18!

We can’t wait to the day you have your own family (just not yet please!). Maybe then you will one day realise how many of your fun crazy filled adventures sure helped your Dad’s hair to fall out, and mine to go grey. But hey, at least we get to say “Yep that’s our son”!
Lisa Wood brought a motorhome from eBay and then had to tell hubby afterwards. Lisa and David have five boys, four of them are travelling and living together in an old school bus that is being given new life! She blogs about her travel at New Life On the Road and you can connect with her on Facebook.

June 6, 2012
Would you like to be my guest?
I’m looking to start a series of fun posts from fellow mums and mum bloggers on “Life and Laughter” to run every Friday. There are a few reasons behind starting the series, including giving mums a place to post outside their own blog or Facebook page and hopefully drive a little traffic and Google ranking their way.

If you’re interested, you can choose any of the “new’’ sub category topics under “Life and Laughter” – “new’’ because I deleted ALL my categories the other day accidentally and so decided to start from scratch. So pick a Life and Laughter sub category topic from the homepage sidebar (apart from The Bloke in The Shed – unless you have manly bits) and inform, educate or entertain us. Note: we’re also adding a “Looking after mum’’ headline if you’re interested in posting on that topic as well.

There are a few guidelines:
- Aim to keep your post between 300-700 words.
- You can be witty, serious, write in list form, use an image only or story format (although, note, short sentences and some images help prevent the “grey slab of text’’ look).
- Include at least one image, but you’re more than welcome to include more.
- End with a short bio and a photo of yourself or your blog button. You’re more than welcome to leave a link to your blog and one social media site.
- I’m happy to hear if you’ve got keywords you’d like me to use.
- The post can be submitted as text in an email with images attached or html in a Word Doc file, whichever is easiest for you.
- Please refrain from making the post an ad for your business or brand. We won’t run content we don’t believe fits in with the style of the blog. I know, we’re mean, aren’t we?
If you’re interested in taking part, email the idea or the post itself to us and we’ll get back to you.
May 21, 2012
Hairdresser’s appointment leads to eyebrow raising moment

By The Bloke In The Shed
The question hit me right between the eyes – literally.
It was unexpected, I’d never been asked it before and it was just a little unnerving to be asked quite loudly in a crowded hair salon by a hairdresser who looked like she’d not long ago graduated from fingerpainting and play lunch.
“Now, would you like me to trim your eyebrows?’’ she said innocently.
Calmly, I replied “no, thank you” but deep down I felt like someone had slammed me in my hairy forehead with a sledgehammer.
My mind was racing.
“Is that normal? Is she serious? Are my eyebrows that bad? Have my eyebrows become an eyebrow?’’
When I turned 35 I think I had a mid-life crisis which lasted about a day.
Now, at 37, one innocent question from a hairdresser sent me into a tailspin.
It led me to post –

Um, hairdresser asked me if I wanted my eyebrows trimmed. What the? #gettingold #monobrow

– on Facebook.
One “friend” said I should only be worried if they asked to trim my ear hairs.
I would have found that funny if only a few months earlier I hadn’t found one rogue hair growing one full centimetre directly out from one of my ear holes.
Another mate said the same question had surfaced for him at age 35 and yes, he still answered “NO!”.
Another suggested I should tell them to trim my nose hairs.
I would, but it’s rather hard to attack a rainforest with a pair of garden sheers.
I came home from the salon and told Princess Kel my sad story.
She laughed.
And laughed.
So much for support.
Oh well, at least in my old age, I’ll have my ever expanding optical warmers to keep me company and who knows, if I live long enough, I might have my own portable knee warmers.

Have you heard of someone being asked this before?

Photo credit.

April 12, 2012
When Ella’s view of the world suddenly changes

The call I’ve been dreading for the past six months came through this afternoon. “You can pick up the prescription when you’re ready.’’ To be honest, I think I’ll be ready the day Karl Stefanovic wins a Gold Logie. While my little issue is pretty insignificant in the scheme of what some of you deal with on a daily basis, it still didn’t stop a little tear today. OK, so maybe it was full on, snotty nosed sobbing.

While there’s great relief in knowing Princess Ella won’t ever look like this:

(Yep, don’t you just feel sorry for that kid… Ahem) she will have to go tomorrow and pick out her first pair of glasses. She wants purple ones. We could be unveiling the modern-day version of Esme Watson come 3.30pm.

Since heading to the opthamologist last week for the follow up appointment, I’ve been trying to ignore the idea of her two eyes multiplying. If you don’t know the back story of the mad rollercoaster ride we’ve been on with Ella needing and then not needing glasses, then brace yourself for the full story here.

However, the clincher, and the reason I’m now quickly getting over my hang-ups with her wearing glasses, is that as if her eyes overcompensate her slight vision impairment there’s a chance the eye could turn in. This is me.

Source: cbsnews.com via Jacqui on Pinterest

Well, not that photo exactly, but I do have a lazy eye that will never be straight without glasses or contact lenses. I’d never forgive myself if my petty reasons for not wanting her to have glasses caused this.

Thankfully, Ella doesn’t give two hoots about my concerns. She even said to her Dad tonight: “Yay! I’m getting glasses, Dad. Mum’s really sad about it. Are you?’’ The combination of not needing “raindrops’’ at last week’s appointment– her term for eye drops – and running into a friend with glasses in the waiting room, has made her super keen to sport specs. All the cool kids are wearing them, it seems.

“I loved having the little windows on my eyes, Mum’’, she said after the opthamologist put lenses over her eyes to check her vision. Apparently, the “windows’’ made everything look brighter. As long as she doesn’t think she gets to hold up little lenses to her eyes all day. That could make going to the toilet difficult.

As for me? I just need to get over it!

So tomorrow afternoon we’re going shopping! Any tips for buying glasses for children? Are there things I should be aware of?

March 19, 2012