Three Ring Circus

In the spirit of the season…

A big thank you to all my new friends out there in the Aussie Community.

This idea originally came from Sue.

Stay tuned for the International linky love Christmas (coming to a blog near you).

 

T’was the night before Christmas,

And all through the house,

You could hear the blogger typing and clicking her mouse.

She wanted to sho - ow how much she did care,

So she sent linky love into the blo - og - esphere.

 

There is Trish and Tracey, who give her new life,

Mountainmama and Kelley (who is always in strife)!

She loves to read Kim and  Ka - ate and Joh,

Three Aussie chi - icks who go with the flow.

 

Me - eg and Snoskred have taught her so much,

Abou - out Community and keeping in touch.

Cellobella and Karen, Leigh and Megan too,

Their writing lifts you u - up when yo - ou are blue.

 

Veronica, with Amy has slee - eepless nights,

A ki - indred spirit in sleep deprived writes.

Mad Goat Lady and Kate and their animal friends,

Kee - eeps this mum from going around the bend.

 

Andrew and Kim are grea - eat new reads,

Julia has two blogs that fill my prem baby needs.

Thank you Aussie blog friends, may you season be bright,

Happy Christmas to all and to all a blog filled night!

Happy Happy Birthday my gorgeous Ivy and Noah!

At two Noah can:

Speak up to six word sentences.

Run.

Jump.

Dance.

Feed himself with a spoon (this is a very messy affair though).

Take his own nappy off (and his sister’s).

Tease his sisters ( a pre requisite for being male and having sisters, I think).

Climb into his own bed.

Draw (scribble).

Release himself from the confines of the house by unlocking the front door. (don’t worry, we’ve installed bolts now).

Likes;

Sleep.

Has a distinct penchant for plastic jewellery, dresses and pink handbags.

Books and having them read to him. Actually, seems to obsess over one book for days at a time. Prefers his reading experience this way.

Trucks, cars and particularly diggers.

To kick a ball and splash in the paddle pool.

Loves;

Chocolate.

Noodles.

His teddy.

The Wiggles.

Hugs and kisses.

Doesn’t enjoy;

Vegetables.

Sharing a room with his sister.

Not getting his own way.

Shopping.

Sitting for too long.

 

At two Ivy can;

Talk in two and sometimes three word sentences.

Feed herself with a spoon without making much mess.

Dance, dance and dance some more.

Run.

Jump.

Take off her own nappy (and her brother’s).

Draw (scribble… on paper, walls and herself).

Have womanly mood swings.

Likes;

Bok bok (her chicken)

Climbing.

Playing in water.

Dirt and getting dirty, making mud pies and playing in anything that is gooey, squishy or tactile in any way.

Loves;

Hi - 5

Any form of jewellery.

Helping her Daddy get dressed in the morning (shoes).

Having a make - up session with her sisters.

Rice cakes.

Doesn’t enjoy;

Sitting still.

Meat.

Sleeping.

 

Well, dear readers, it’s the day before my little cherubs turn two. We have had many ups and downs over the last 24 months (most of them chronicled on this blog).

My little guy is amazing, social, easy going, talkative, has a gorgeous dimpled smile and a wicked sense of humour, loves routine, kisses and cuddles. He lights up my life with laughter and joy. He is my second chance and I love all that he gifts to me.

My little girl is petite, beautiful and strong. She is a complexity of character, socially shy, yet cheeky and free spirited with those she is comfortable with. She has stolen the hearts of many. She is the full stop at the end of a very long chapter in my life. I’m glad that it was her. She completes me.

Here is Ivy and Noah’s birth story. Written about five months after their birth.

Here is a little movie montage for anyone who has five minutes.

Tomorrow for all those with a love of all things Ivy and Noah there will be another one.

 

20 weeks in utero

 

Newborn

 

1 year old

 

2 years old on Friday

View more Wordless Wednesday here.

Okay, breathe.

There are still four days to go, five until their party.

I’m not ready! I’m not ready! I’m not ready!

It’ll be okay. It will all come together. It always does.

You’re disorganised for a reason. It’s because you’re not ready for this, for them to turn two. For them to lose their baby faces, their chubby baby arms.

Why didn’t I feel this way when they were one?

It was such a whirlwind year, it literally was a blur. Do you actually remember their birthday last year?

I was definately more organised.

You need to see this for what it is. The end of your baby making. Never to have that squirming life within you, never to breathe in that earthiness of your newborn, look into their eyes for the first time. It is the end of a right of passage.

There is so much to do, to get ready. I haven’t wrapped presents, haven’t done party shopping, haven’t done anything much, just sat and watched them play, listened to them talking, babbling to one another, me.

You’ll be okay, you’ll get through this. It hurts, oh I know it does but there will be new passages to cross, new stages to take your mind away from losing your babies to the ever moving circle of life.

It only seems like yesterday that we welcomed them into our lives.

Yes but now it is time to move forward, enjoy the here and now.

Okay. Tomorrow. I will start fresh tomorrow. Tonight, I need to remember their tiny little fingers wrapped around my one clumsy pointer and my heart. I need to remember the journey we travelled to get to this point. Is that alright? Just one more night to think of them as my babies? Then I will throw myself head on into toddlerhood… and making cakes.