Dog farts and giggling fits

Here's a little moment from our day yesterday.  Two small boys giggling their butts off over dog farts.  Offending dog not pictured.  But it was bad, real bad.

Little steps

It's difficult to know where to start or how to explain my absence from this space without just coming right out and saying it.

 So. Because I want to share it and because it's been an experience so huge for me that I can't move forward without acknowledging what we've been through I'm going to tell you just where I've been.

A few short - but long, so, so long - days ago we were preparing our family for a new member. I was 16 weeks pregnant. Four months. I'd been writing my blog post to announce this wonderful news in my head for weeks but in the mad rush to Christmas and the level of crazy that life takes on during the festive season - on top of morning sickness and general pregnancy weariness - I never got the chance.

Now, sadly, I haven't such joyful news to share. I lost my baby 2 weeks ago, at home, supported by my wonderful midwife. The story of my too-soon birth is huge. Too huge for here. But let's just say that physiologically it's been one hell of a journey...so much so that my heart is only now beginning to catch up to the loss of my baby girl as I lay in bed, new iPad in hand :), recovering from anaemia.

 I could say so much more but I wouldn't know when or how to stop. I could begin a rant and rave about the stark difference in my care between my beautiful home birth midwife and the hospital staff whom I sought help from when my body needed it. Or I could tell you instead about the storm that was brewing but never broke the evening we buried our daughter. Or about my wonderful mum moving in to take care of my boys and I while I build up my blood supply and begin my journey of recovery. Or the amazing support of my friends who have provided meals, child care, a shoulder to cry on and shown such kindness and love I could never repay them. Or.... See? Where to stop? Too huge.

So now I am taking little steps. Back to Normal Life. To blogging. To leaving the house - 17 days and besides hospital and doctor visits so far just one outing....to the pet food store for cat food yesterday afternoon. Big moment! Back to reading my boys their bedtime stories, feeding them and playing with them. Back to my body which no longer contains a new life, a wee baby who should have been entering our lives in June.

 Little steps...

A Doily Ornament

I snuck in a little time at the sewing machine the other day.  To finish off those stockings.  Which are still a work in progress but close, close to completion.  Of course the kids followed me upstairs and set to creating their own little creations.  Here is Hugo's 'Christmas fire engine'. 

And my, Dexter out did himself with this embroidered Santa ornament don't you think?!  I helped a little with the final sewing together, it's tricky business turning fabric in a circle while sewing when you are only six- though he is becoming more and more a master of the sewing machine every time he uses it.

Beginning to look like Christmas...

Growing up we always decorated our tree on my sister's birthday, December 1st.  This year was no different.  What is different though is we've left the fake Christmas tree in it's tub under the house and instead bought this lovely living tree from the nursery.  We'll hopefully one day plant it in the ground, though it may have to wait until we move house as our little garden is about as full as it can be for now.  It's a Norfolk Pine, how about that you guys?!

Dexter and Will put up some fairy lights outside on the weekend...

I began a project that has been on my to do list every christmas for years now.   Home made stockings! Cut from an old table cloth I found at the Salvo's a few weeks ago.  Do you think I will be able to finally tick it off my list?  Fingers crossed, it's still sitting exactly like this on the floor, but I should be able to find a couple of hours to sew them all up and perhaps even hand embroider our names on each one sometime in the next two weeks.

I whipped up this little bunting the other day.  A quick easy sew, just the kind I should probably stick to if I ever want to finish something!

The birthday that just keeps giving...

Deter turned 6 last weekend and what a great weekend it was.  Daddy arrived home from Ethiopia after what felt like the longest 2 weeks of our lives.  Presents were unwrapped and played with, assembled, adored.  The day ended with a pyjama party/disco by black-light!  Next day the celebrations continued with a pool party with beloved cousins and freshly arrived grandparents and included ice-cream cake!  What a treat!

 Favourite present by far a build your own windmill.  

 Modelling clay.

Dance party by black-light complete with geofix necklaces and white paper wrist and ankle cuffs.

Pool party and ice-cream cake with the cousins.

A few days before Dexter's birthday Nanny and Pa came to visit and took Dexter to the Zoo for the day as a birthday treat and then took him to a jewellery shop to buy Dexter his very first watch.  Further celebrating took place this weekend when we went out to dinner at Dexter's favourite Vietnamese restaurant with one of his besties and her family from our home-school group.  This Friday Granny Kim is taking Dex to the toy shop so he can pick some Lego for his birthday present.  And just this morning a notice arrived for Dex that he has a parcel to collect from the post office which we're about to go and collect... this birthday just keeps giving!  Dexter has been pretty chuffed at this drawn out birthday fortnight!

And now it's time to buckle down and get going on all this Christmas business...completely unorganised in that regard.  So much for getting started on the Christmas gifting back in October, haven't done a thing since then. Doop de doo.

Freestylin' with the 'speriment stuff

So this is a post about a tidy house, though these pictures seem to indicate otherwise.

On Tuesday - officially known as Experiment Day around here  - I gave the kids free rein over their "experiment ingredients".  It's been a long week, actually two, for this flying solo mama.  The house had got into such a state one couldn't walk across the floor so much mess was on it.  My brain was about to implode if I had to endure another minute of wall to wall Lego, tiny pieces of snipped paper and crafty goodness, the up-ended dress ups basket strewn around the boys bedroom, Jenga block towers, every single cushion and pillow from the entire house piled up into a precarious lean-to cubby house in the centre of the kitchen...you get the idea.  Mama needed to tidy up! Oh and yeah, my folks were on their way for a visit.  

So with the need for these boys to be out from under my feet for an hour so I could get in and clean the pigs sty that had become our house I set them up outside on the deck, explained a few basic rules - don't get stuff in each other's faces,vinegar stings etc. - and left them to it.

They played with this stuff for TWO HOURS! Two hours people!  I couldn't get them to sit in front of the telly for that long.

Bicarb, vinegar, corn flour, balloons, water, bottles, funnels, spoons and bowls...

Bubbling, fizzing, sloshing, mixing madness.

It was messy.  They were completely engaged with it.  Completely.  We had a clean house afterwards, inside at least.  (And outside after 2 minutes with the hose).  Ahhhh, I could breath again.

Sleepless days

It's been a tough week round these parts.  Fragile first born who is missing his daddy (Ethiopia this time.  The adventures never cease)!  Crappy bedtimes every. single. night for oh, a week now?  As in the little one not falling asleep until after 10pm.  What?!  Me feeling sleep deprived and generally stuck in a grumpy solo-parenting mood.  Really, not much to blog about!  However, having just downloaded photos from my camera, I can see it's not been all misery.  

Frozen fruit whips.  Yum.  Love the start of the summer fruits don't you?

Extra cuddly night times (when they finally fall asleep that is).  Dex has declared that he needs to sleep with Hugo and not on his top bunk while dad is away because it helps him to not miss daddy so much. Naw!

A somewhat last minute but very much needed playground picnic dinner with friends last night.  A totally delicious meal of BBQ chicken sandwiches on olive and rosemary sourdough, zucchini slice, salads and to finish off watermelon and cocoa and coconut bliss balls.  (Most of which were made by my lovely friend, my contribution was the bought chook.  Yeah, I'm in solo-parent mode for sure).  

So far my grand plans to fill my Will-less evenings with giftmas sewing after the kids go to sleep haven't eventuated...but I'm hopeful.  It has to happen soon, these boys can't keep up this 10pm bedtime thing for much longer surely?