Friday, July 27, 2012

Sixteen Months

As you can tell, she gets into this drawer often.

Mila will be 16 months next Monday.  An age I feel I largely missed out on with both Ruby and Jenson, as I returned to full time work when Ruby was 12 months and Jenson was 9 months.  I am so grateful now that our situation allows me to be home with them now to witness and help them grow, and that I don't feel like I am missing a good part of this age now.

It's an interesting age.  She's well into everything, as she should be.  Dragging and dropping,  emptying, tasting, opening and closing, leaving a trail of destruction in her wake.  Trying to leave the house in some sort of presentable state is not in any way achievable at the moment.  She chats away in her own language, pointing and exclaiming, and coming to tell me stories in very matter of fact tones.  Walking around with an old ice-cream container as a shoe has been a latest enjoyment.

She has such a wonderful character.  Independent, alert, cheeky and now getting more cuddly than she has ever been.  I do know, however that we are in for some power struggles in the future between her and her big sister.  They share a lot of traits.  They both know what they want and are not afraid to go to any lengths to try to get it, and they both want to be the boss. 

Poor Jenson.  My quiet, tender-hearted boy, sandwiched between two potential alpha-females.  Oh well, Johnny will say, "At least he has two lots of sisters friends".

At least at our last outing she did not resort to saying hello to other children around her size or smaller in what seemed to become her usual manner - by hitting them in the face, or worse, biting a finger!  If she had done it on this occasion, it would have been to her own detriment, as the boy she was playing with was a bit older, and would not have been afraid to bop her back!

But the thing I am finding the most fascinating is watching her develop her own place in the family dynamic. I don't notice her watching and taking things in, but as I witnessed her today try to put a spoon in the sink and some rubbish in the bin for the first time, and completely on her own accord, I realise that she is so much more aware of her surroundings and the way we work than I had thought.  She is becoming less of the baby, and more of the sister.  Willing to help and be involved.  Willing to make her mark, as if she hasn't done already.

She has really surprised me in the last week, and I'm not sure if it's because I don't recall these moments, with the others, or that she has more to watch and mimic with four people instead of two or three.  Or perhaps she's just gone through one of those light bulb stages that infants go through, but I am finding myself amazed by and forever grateful for her.

 Linking up with a a village of gratefuls here

{This Moment}

{this moment} - A Friday ritual. A single photo - no words - capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savor and remember.

Linking Up with SouleMama
You wonder what goes through their beautiful little heads

Friday, July 6, 2012

Grateful for Winter

I'd been whinging last month week.  Sick of the illnesses, the cold, the rain.  Sick of Winter and willing it to be over.

Then I read Jodi's post and it made me stop, think and put things to into perspective.

So, all this week, I have been grateful to Winter for all of the things that it has to offer. 

Things like...

: The slower days with no rush to get out of PJ's, unless of course we have to be somewhere.
: The fact that the kids tend to sleep in longer, like actually past 7am, and sometimes up to 8:30am.
: The kids generally happy to go to bed at 7pm because it's dark.  This, I know, will not happen in Summer.
: We celebrate this special boy's birthday...
: And my birthday...
: And our wedding anniversary.
: It's soup season, which means the easiest and yummiest of comfort foods.
: You NEED to try this cauliflower soup!  It's awesome.
: Mmmm, Comfort Food!
Offspring (even though the season ends next week.  I will be in mourning!)
: We can splash about (but not too much, it's become awfully muddy).
: Did I mention the slower days?  The slower days have cleared my head and made me happy.

I'm no longer willing this season away.  Instead I'm relishing.  Sure we're getting a bit of cabin fever. But there seems to be not much that a cardboard box can't fix.

Happy Mid Winter to you! What are you loving about it?

Joining the Grateful party with Maxabella at Village Voices

Wednesday, July 4, 2012

Snap It {Cold}

This is the coldest I have ever been.

A hoodie just does not cut it in -7 degrees celcius with -30 degree wind chill factor.  (It was actually summer at the time!)

I still recall the pain in my fingers as the blood in them literally defrosted.

One from the archives.  Jungfraujoch, Switzerland, June 2006.

Put your hands around something warm and go and see more Cold Snaps with Sarah.

Sunday, July 1, 2012


My boy turned three on Saturday.  He is growing up.  He's such a charmer.  So caring, so affectionate.  So diligent, so cheeky.

Before Ruby went to bed on Friday night she said to me "I'm excited about Jensons birthday tomorrow".  I smiled and said "Me too".  She was the last to wake on Saturday morning and the first thing she said as she walked into our bedroom where we were all having morning cuddles was "Happy Birthday Jenson".  Johnny and I looked at each other and smiled at the sweetness.  Some times they fight like, well, brother and sister, but they do love each other so.

We celebrated the day with family togetherness, a first trip to the movies for Jenson and Ruby, and more family togetherness. 

Happy birthday my son.  We love you.