Today I had a bit of a dilemma, I was trying to make a decision about something which has been bugging me for a few days. I was feeling very uneasy and losing a bit of sleep and decided that today was the day to decide yes or no. I wanted to think it through properly before talking to the boy so that when I did, I would make sense. In order to do that, I needed to bounce off someone and that someone was and usually is either my mum or my sister. I didn't want to bother my sis as she is not feeling the best at the moment, so I rang Mum. Surprise, surprise, she wasn't home, but Dad was. I talked to Dad for about 1/2 hour and as usual, he was full of wonderful advice and whilst he did not once tell me what to do, he did make me feel relaxed and comfortable with my decision.
I guess the point of this is to say that whilst I don't often speak to Dad about issues and such, when I do, he is always there, always willing to listen and always gives great advice. I wish everyone could have a Dad like mine, he makes me thankful every day that I was gifted a Dad like him. I am also glad that my boy is a Dad cut from the same cloth.
I love you Dad.
Friday, September 25, 2009
Sunday, September 20, 2009
Mmmmm Spotlight
Seems I may have gone to Spotlight today. Seems I may have come home with LOTS of fabric. Seems I now have lots of sewing to do, but at least at the end of it I will have 2 very happy girls.
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
Another Noticable Difference
Today as I was sitting on the bus traveling to pick Paige up from school, a random thought occurred to me...the girls are very different when it comes to what they wear. Not so much the clothing choice since alot of what Charli has is hand-me-downs which have come from Paige, but the way in which they express their opinions on what they want to wear.
Paige was very clear very early on, about 2 years old, about what she wanted to wear. She mostly would wear skirts or dresses and there was always a HUGE drama if she didn't get to pick her own clothes and put them on herself. Often she was a completely mismatched mess, but the point was that she picked out her clothes and dressed herself. She is still like that now, she decides what she wants to wear and it takes a bit of coaxing and discussion to get her to wear something different and it takes a massive effort to get her into jeans or pants rather than a summer dress in the middle of winter.
Charli, on the other hand, doesn't seem to care. She will put on whatever I give her to wear, she doesn't care if it is a skirt, dress or jeans and she could really care less about what colour it is. Getting her to dress herself is a major drama as she would much rather muck around while I try to get her clothes on her. Occasionally she will express an opinion about what she wants to wear, but generally she doesn't care.
It is funny that as they are growing up and getting bigger, I notice more and more differences between them and their personalities, but also how alike they are and how much they love each other.
Paige was very clear very early on, about 2 years old, about what she wanted to wear. She mostly would wear skirts or dresses and there was always a HUGE drama if she didn't get to pick her own clothes and put them on herself. Often she was a completely mismatched mess, but the point was that she picked out her clothes and dressed herself. She is still like that now, she decides what she wants to wear and it takes a bit of coaxing and discussion to get her to wear something different and it takes a massive effort to get her into jeans or pants rather than a summer dress in the middle of winter.
Charli, on the other hand, doesn't seem to care. She will put on whatever I give her to wear, she doesn't care if it is a skirt, dress or jeans and she could really care less about what colour it is. Getting her to dress herself is a major drama as she would much rather muck around while I try to get her clothes on her. Occasionally she will express an opinion about what she wants to wear, but generally she doesn't care.
It is funny that as they are growing up and getting bigger, I notice more and more differences between them and their personalities, but also how alike they are and how much they love each other.
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
Better Be Home Soon
J went to Thailand last Thursday, it sounds like he is having fun, but I am ready for him to come home. He has been gone for 6 sleeps so far and I still have 1 to go. And yes, it is me that is counting down the sleeps, not the Hobbits. The problem is that when he is not here, I have alot of trouble sleeping, I can't go to bed until late and then I can't get to sleep for ages and I wake up really early. The result is that I am getting about 4-5 hours of sleep a night which for me is not enough, by a long shot.
The other thing that is not helping the sleeping situation is that both of the girls feel the need to share the bedroom with me and half way through the night, when Paige steals all of the doona from Charli, she comes into bed with me. Normally that would be fine, with J there, she would squish up with me and go back to sleep. The problem arises from the fact that she has half of the bed to herself and what results can only be called sleep gymnastics. This morning I was woken at approximately 5am by a leg being thrown across my face. I had just gotten back to sleep after that shock when I had another leg thrust into my back.
I know it is a bit corny, but I can't wait for him to come home and have my regular sleeping partner back so that I can kick the girls out and back into their room and have my sleeping back to normal. Also, he is bringing presents.
The other thing that is not helping the sleeping situation is that both of the girls feel the need to share the bedroom with me and half way through the night, when Paige steals all of the doona from Charli, she comes into bed with me. Normally that would be fine, with J there, she would squish up with me and go back to sleep. The problem arises from the fact that she has half of the bed to herself and what results can only be called sleep gymnastics. This morning I was woken at approximately 5am by a leg being thrown across my face. I had just gotten back to sleep after that shock when I had another leg thrust into my back.
I know it is a bit corny, but I can't wait for him to come home and have my regular sleeping partner back so that I can kick the girls out and back into their room and have my sleeping back to normal. Also, he is bringing presents.
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