With Daniel’s birthday behind me, and me struggling through all the emotions that are now catching up to me. I thought I would indulge in some of the memories that are more vivid. One being that I baked a cake in the shape of a bus for his “Wheels on the Bus” themed birthday. What? Rewind! Yep, you read correctly. I BAKED his bus cake. And in all honesty although there was a lot of huffing and puffing. It really wasn’t that difficult, and guess what! You can too! No really! I’m gonna break it down really quickly! (more…)
This last week has been a bustle of birthday, which meant baking, shops, and all round busyiness. By the end of Thursday Daniel’s birthday my legs and back were actually burning. I got into bed at 11:30pm with a to do list the size of my arm for the next day. Literally closed my eyes and then the alarm went off again. The rest of it was a blur. I forgot to be emotional and sad about DJ turning 1, I was too busy to realise that his baby stage is now gone. I wasn’t present. When constantly moving for the next thing, wishing for the next planning for the future. How can you be present?
Tomorrow is Daniel’s first birthday. Our little baby boy is turning one. Fifty two weeks, three hundred and sixty five days of life to be celebrated. I am emotional. Happy, excited, sad and nostalgic. So much to say so little words to say it in. And so I write, in hopes of releasing this build up and find someone else who shares this feeling somewhere. (more…)
“No Daniel, don’t play with the wipes!” I motioned for Ian to help me. Daniel’s little fingers can do some real damage. “He is so naughty.” I continued as Daniel laughed. He is 11 months old, and as much as I think that he does things to get reactions out of us. I KNOW that he is in fact NOT naughty.
Naughty is definted as badly behaved, disobedient children.
My boobs and I have a love hate relationship because of breastfeeding. Now I’m not talking about the kind of “hate that I love you”, that Rihanna and Neyo have. The kind I’m talking about is where there are literally days where I am counting the minutes till it’s over. Yep, your lows are THAT low, I wrote about it here and here. I have spent a lot of time hating on it actually. Many many minutes of sighing and wishing for it to be over. (more…)