Oh man, can you believe it? Kenzie is already three months old. Like seriously, I know I’ve said it before but time really does fly. It feels like we only brought her home. The whole three under three thing is still pretty chaotic, some days are good days and some days are still sitting in your pj’s eating custard creams until 4.30 when I can be found running around like a headless chicken to make it look like we’ve actually done something useful with our day before daddy gets home.
The babog is thriving, she literally just smiles, eats and sleeps all day. Well, she used to sleep all day. She’s waking up out of her newborn-ness and soon she’ll want to play. The wobbler is dying to ‘play’ with her. Last week I was making coffee #4101 and when I came back into the sitting room the wobbler was in the babies bouncer ON THE BABY. She literally just climbed in on top of her and made herself comfy. She loves to give her kisses and hugs but in reality, she just headbutts her and gives her hugs of death. She also likes to slap, I mean tap the top of her head saying ‘ah ba ba’. It’s cute really.
The toddler couldn’t give two shits, he’s just waiting for me to turn my back to be mischievous and then blame it on the wobbler. And the big kid, man it’s like looking in the mirror or talking to myself. She does her own thing, she doesn’t listen to a word I say, ever. For example, I found her painting her nails in bed at half nine last night, and yes it was my nail polish, one that went ‘missing’ over a year ago! She’s learned how to do a plait this week too so I haven’t a hair left on my head. She certainly won’t follow in my hairdressing footsteps, she’d be done for grievous bodily harm.
Early last month I began feeling a bit sorry for myself, you know the whole nappy, bottle, nappy, boob, four walls closing in on you feeling. Joe works overtime to keep us going financially and it can get very lonely especially that none of my close friends have kids. So I’ve met up with loads of people I met through this blog, it’s amazing what this blog has done for me mentally, I’ve made so many life long friends. I could see myself going down a slippery road and treating myself to these little things have really perked me right up. Now I don’t think twice about heading out once the kids are in bed, Kenzie in tow of course or having that bath or taking a walk around the block. I even bought my first book in years. It’s The Unmumsy Mum for those of you wondering and she is bleeding hilarious!
The kids are grand, well apart from the hand, foot and mouth virus that landed in our house over the weekend. Like we take all the vitamins, eat healthy enough and drink gallons of water, it has to be the big kid bringing all the yuck home from school. The poor wobbler had it first, a mild dose, she’s back ripping wallpaper off the walls as of yesterday but the toddler has a bad auld dose. He woke up this morning full of beans and I thought he was on the mend and just after the school run, he was at rock bottom again. Poor kid. Measles last months. Hand, foot, and mouth this month. What’s next? Chicken Pox?
I hit my breastfeeding target on Saturday, and what a rollercoaster it has been. It only took me, four kids, to successfully breastfeed. It’s gas like, you have all the support and guidance in the hospital but once you cross through those doors you’re on your own. No bloody wonder breastfeeding rates are at an all-time low in this country. I have very little at-home support when it comes to breastfeeding, other than my MIL who breastfed six kids over twenty-five years ago I have nobody close around me who breastfeeds. I do however have huge online support, without my blogging pals I sure as hell would not have reached my target so I just want to say a huge thank you to Tracey, Sheila and Laura for all the chats and support, to Deborah for answering ALL my questions and all the advise. And to Lisa, my cousin’s friend for advising me through a rough patch. Another thank you to a reader that for the life of me I can’t remember your name (sorry!) and Emma for recommending the HaaKaa pump and to Nuby for the electrical breast pump, it’s whopper! And finally to Joe for telling the toddler to call me ‘boobie’ and to ‘moo’, cause he does. Every single day. And sometimes he likes to do it in public, like when we go out for dinner or from the other side of the schoolyard. You would want a thick skin around these woods. Anyways without all of you guys we would never be where we are today so thank you so much!
Apart from winning Best Parenting Blog in the Maternity and Infant awards (thank you so much, you guys are the best ever!) I think that’s everything, it’s been a mad three months and I can well and truly say three under three and a six-year-old is the best contraception anyone can ask for.
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