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Deaf head.

I’m counting down to turning 40.  I have had grand visions of treating myself to a break away from these bast… the family, and chaos, just a bit of me time to let my mind settle.  However these things take planning, around six months is the usual time frame for me to get a day off, and usually the very next day after I get home there is little doubt that I will be required to accompany a child to hospital, and spend three days camped in an uncomfortable chair next to a cranky kid.  Man I’ve racked up the care flight chopper miles lately.

But I digress.

Turning 40 people! Can’t wrap my head around it.  At the age of 41 my

mum became a grandmother. I can’t be that old can I?  My eldest turned 18 this year, I must be.  I was thinking about my mum and wondered was she thinking the same thing then, as I am now? I can’t possibly have an adult child.  These are the things you come to realise only when you are older, our parents would’ve thought the same thoughts had the same fears hopes dramas, yet at the time we just figured they had old people thoughts.  Because we (as teenagers) thought they were like 100 years old, and not in their late 30′s.

My 12 year old daughter thinks I’m ancient and uncool. Also my music sucks

. When did she turn on me? Oh well, the rest of the kids under 10 in the house are rocking on to whatever I play, or make them watch.  They will love all forms of sci-fi or I have failed at parenting.  I already have them quoting Hyperdrive.

Anyways…. you might be wondering what on earth the title was about? Deaf head.  That is me.  Yup I’ve gone deaf.  Before I turn 40 I have had to get hearing aides, yep that deaf. (Damage caused by antibiotics, but that’s another story for another time)  They are the most expensive earrings I’ll ever own and they don’t even have diamonds on them!

So all these little things keep getting in my way of planning my 40th birthday, expensive things.  Must find a way to remedy this.  When my mum turned 50 I took her away for the weekend to a posh hotel, as I realised

that her 40th went unnoticed. This coming year we roll around to her 60th, and now she really doesn’t seem old to me.

 

 

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My baby is 2

My last baby, Charlie turned two today.  Soon there will be no need for nappies, bottles and such like strewn about the house, car and my handbag.  I should be happy about this right?  Everyone has a last baby, and I’m sure I’m not the only one who wants their last baby to stay little for just a while longer.

To celebrate his birthday I thought I’d share an old post, back where Charlie’s story began, on twitter… Charlie’s birth story tweeted.

Happy Birthday Charlie!

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My Birthday Boys

January now has two birthdays in our household.  This year see’s our littlest man turn 1, sigh my last baby is 1.  And our big Autie boy Thomas turned 11. 

Where did that last year go.  I’m not ready for either of them to age just yet!  Charlie is almost walking, and Thomas is almost talking.  Yes you read that right.

I felt the desire to post some pictures of my birthday boys.  So, here they are.  Hover your mouse pointer over them to see the captions.

  

  

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Happy 1st Birthday to my over-looked middle child Austin.

It’s your birthday kiddo, time for a party, time to make the most of being the cutest and smallest in the family – ah wait a minute, sorry kid that train has left the station, because what did mummy do eight weeks ago? Brought home someone smaller and cuter!

What can I say? You were so cute we just had to make another one.  Mummy is sorry buddy, I hope you don’t feel to robbed.

It’s been a big year for you my big headed little man hasn’t it. You had a shaky start but came through it all okay, reaching every milestone as you should and now I think you are just days away from walking – as long as you can hold up that head of yours, which has been quite the counter weight when it came to crawling – sorry kid, blame your father for the head, but trust me you’ll grow into it.

I’ve been thinking all day about your birth and the drama’s that happened that day, and I know that we are enormously lucky to have you here with us. So don’t think for one minute that because you are one of many that you are any less loved. From the first born to the last, I love you all the same – you are all very precious to mummy and daddy, and despite how busy things get around here I want to you to remember that always.

So Happy 1st Birthday Austin – I hope you have fun today, and just remember that down the track lot’s of siblings means lot’s of pressies.

Here is the boy opening his present this morning.

Follow this link if you’d like to read Austin’s birth story:  Australian Baby Guide.

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Birthday ramblings…

So I turned thirty-six two days ago. Thirty six. Am I really that old? I can remember when my mother turned thirty-six in the year that I was 16. I am sure she looked a lot older than I do now. I just cannot fathom that forty is only four years away from me. My gorgeous husband did his best to make it a good day despite him having to work, he bought me a ring. Which is the one piece of jewellery I’ve been angling for for years, he finally got the hint. Okay so I may have left a jewellery catalogue in the bathroom for around a month. I actually wanted the ring as my push present (for those who aren’t in the know, apparently getting a pressie for pushing out a baby is the done thing these days). And I figured that after pushing this many kids out for him I deserved something, having only ever received a card from him when I had our first son and nothing since, no not even flowers. So I started asking him for said present at around three months before baby arrived… “Come on honey show me some love, the kind that doesn’t end up with me stretching my girly bits over a rockmelon forty weeks later.” Come labour day and contractions were around five minutes apart and closing he says “You can’t have the baby yet I haven’t got your push present yet”. I am pretty sure he chose that moment to tell me because he knew I wouldn’t be able to respond.
Moving on to a week before my birthday I ask him what he has in mind to get me, because there was a couple of things I needed and was intending to get those myself to save him the effort of having to go shopping, make a decision, make the effort. But he tells me it’s sorted. (insert raised eyebrows here), and asks if it would be okay if this present covers my birthday, valentines and my push present (insert second set of raised eyebrows here). But not being one to look a gift horse in the mouth I say yes, but wonder how he’ll feel if I pull the same stunt on his birthday. “Here you go Honey, Happy Birthday/Christmas/Easter/Hannuka/Valentines!”.

So here it is my birthday/valentines/pushing present…  Yay, he gave me jewellery!

Then we got a heap of chinese takeaway and follow it with cake, that’s all a gal needs really ;)

Happy Birthday to Me!

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