Do you still think of yourself as a blogger when you are too busy to blog? I compose my thoughts in the shower. I take pics of moments as they catch my attention, and I think I might write them up.
But then somebody needs a cuddle or a new nappy or an arrowroot biscuit with butter on it, and another hour has passed. Suddenly, the end of the day appears, we finally get everybody off to bed and vanquish the washing-up, and there is a brief period in which Keith and I can do grown up stuff. Sometimes we hang out on the couch with duelling laptops, and I manage to post. But often the bath is calling a siren song and I need to soak my sore bones. And then it's bedtime again.
So much is happening, and I itch to record it here; preserving some moments, releasing some tension, revealing myself to myself through words. Writing my life.
Alas, I'm a little too busy living it right now. I think this blog will be a little neglected for the next while as I juggle all these balls.
But right now, it's Saturday night. Keith is off at a rare party in the city, the kids are asleep and George, too, is down for a while. It's the end of a jam-packed few days of baking and craft and Christmas prep while Keith has been in Canberra working. Time for this Mama to relax-ay-voo, go through a few photos, and and then kick back with a cup of tea and some Real Housewives. Party time!
Here's a random selection of what's been happening lately:
Ivy rocking one of her party outfits. I think this hydrangea headband is beautiful.
She's really into taking pics with my phone. Here she snaps me and little Gigi.
There's been lots of craft. Mainly about flowers. Here, some butterfly flower action.
Some Pippi Longstocking inspired floor-scrubbing sponge-skates.
And lots of toe-counting needed to fill out one of Dad's homework sheets.
Ted, here, captured in a rare pensive moment with his baby sister. (Currently, he is more like a newborn baby giraffe, all super-powered, uncontrolled limbs. At three, he is equal parts heart-melting and crazy-making. As in: 'Mama, I am growing every day like a flower, you know,' followed by 'Mama, I did get three fingers in my poo nappy!' ) George, meanwhile, is travelling really well, doing everything she should be and bringing us enormous happiness with her great goofy smiles. Her first follow up appointment with the neurosurgeons is this week.
Ivy really loves these comedy glasses. I don't know where she gets her nobby sense of humour.
Here she captures Ted in them too.
This week, a fabulous Xmas Mamabake with Jen and Lizzie making lovely little bits and pieces to be boxed up as teacher gifts.
The T-Bone hardly ever takes this hat off, but usually he teams it with nudity. Less is more.
Late at night, feeding, I visit all my favourite blogs often, but one-handed, I find it difficult to comment. I'm feeling very much like a lurker, but I have run out of the time to commit, although I am thinking of many of you struggling with stress and illness. I send you all my love and best wishes for joy and happiness and hydrangea headbands this Christmas.
...and the baby wakes
...and so it goes.
