It's winter, baby!

Leg warmers, Papuchi (slippers) and indoor activities.  It's winter baby! I know most cringe at the thought of crisp mornings and icy cold nights, but I love winter.  Always have.  Cosy socks, hot chocolate and cuddles on the couch, reading, drawing... Winter is the most intimate season, I think that's why I love it so much.  It encourages us to get closer to the ones we love.  Winter just begs for hot soups and crusty breads and baking delicious cakes, and we all do it together.

(leg warmers and papuchi on my bebe)

I passed on one of my all time favourites to my baby today.  Lamingtons and hot milk. 

 (shirt says: I'm the cutest alarm clock - umm maybe not at 6am when its 5 degree's outside, my love)

(LOVES it!)

I find it fascinating how some things which are considered an acquired taste, can be so easily loved by first bite by a toddler!  Vegemite, olives, chili/spicy foods to name a few. 

But winter does not come without it's disadvantages of course.  The winter snot monster has already reared its ugly head (by that I mean a snotty kid at the play center we went to) and my baby caught it! blah! So we add tissues and chamomile tea to our list of winter.  

I find motivation to get creative and organised too.  My next project:

(its currently finished and hanging in her room.  I'll take a pic when the snotty bebe wakes from her slumber.)

ohhh speaking of the little booger, she wakes :) Going to greet her crusty snotty face right now.

Cuddle your bebe's, you know thats what i'll be doing!

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There's nothing like getting together with friends and not being afraid to talk everything 'baby'.  Whoever invented play dates was genius. Not that I don't enjoy spending time with my 'babyless' friends, but its such a relief to just talk teething, poop and target specials without trying to consciously think of other things to talk about! 

           (You want me to do what, mum?)

                   (OH a kiss, yeah i'm totally down with that.  I'm a pro, really)

Looking at those pictures makes me sad.  Because my child looks like a giant :( and to me, she's still my baby girl.  Everyday as mothers, we battle through these conflicting emotions.  We feel so extremely proud and welcome the first steps, new words, new skills... whilst desperately holding on to those older memories, sounds, smells of a newborn.

 

(Is he not one of the most cutest baby boys ever!? Little Mr. C.)

She's growing.

Into a little girl.

 

And it wont slow down and I can't rewind.

 

                                                                             (Squishy face!)

So I try to cherish every little moment while it lasts.   Every giggle, every baby talk babble, every tantrum, every snuggle. 

 

I leave you with my homemade pumpkin soup little girl.

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While I'd love to say I have time to post every single day, the truth is, well... I probably do.  But I'd rather be spending my time doing this:

(Note: pudgy pillow foot!)

So we sat outside in the sunshine on this chilly Autumn day, drawing with side walk chalk.  Ok, so I was drawing... 

And she was covering me with bark and dirt:

 Which by the way, is so much more fun than sidewalk chalk.  I love how she teaches me things.  I find myself questioning my decisions everyday.  'No Ella, we do not run around the house with the toilet roll, leaving squares in every room'.

But why not? Because honestly, the 2 minutes it took to clean that up was so worth the fun and smiles and giggles which make up the best memories. So she teaches me to let go, laugh and play.  Because one day when she's grown up sitting at the dinner table, I want to remember the memories we made, not the ones I prevented.


Speaking of memories, my all time favourite:

Morning bed hair, milky morning breath and sleep wrinkles.  My favourite time of the day.  She's oh so snuggly, still half asleep but so refreshed and excited for the day ahead.  Remember that feeling we used to get in the mornings when we were kids?  We'd wake up and just the thought of a brand new day was so exciting.  Sleep was boring, we wanted to stay awake as long as possible, and then wake up as soon as the sun came out to play.


Now, all we want to do is sleep.

So on with the new day.  Mama-baby pedi day :)  She so badly wants to paint my toes and yells at me to give her the brush.  But mama knows best, one day when her dexterity isn't as erratic as a jack hammer, i'll let her paint me some dinosaur toes. 

She had two naps today! which gave me time to finish this:

I love when I get time to be creative.  If I could choose to be a stay at home mum, with the laundry and the dishes and the vacuum attached to my hip I would.  I couldn't think of anything more comforting than running my own home for my own family.  Wearing that apron and baking with little feet running around me.


I love making my house feel like a home, and I love spending lots of time at home. Home is where my fondest memories of my mother are, and I want my child(ren) to feel the same. 

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I don't have a picture for today, actually I don't think I will ever have a picture of today's 'grateful'.   Because today I am grateful for my job and there will never be a picture to capture everything my job entails.  Completely unpredictable, no two days are ever the same.  I go to sleep at night not knowing who the next day will bring, what the next day will bring or how I will face it.  I feel there is a sense of security in that, being completely oblivious to the day ahead.  Besides, who would want to know that their day ahead involves holding a grieving relative while they cry, cleaning the vomit from the walls/desk/floor/ other various objects or  being belittled by a 'know it all' surgeon all because you asked something for the benefit of THEIR patient. 

Us nurses, we complaint, A LOT.  All the time in fact. We're very good at complaining.  Seldom do we ever voice how wonderful our job really is.  Mostly because we're far too busy, knee deep in *insert pun intention here*.   So today i'm going to say it, I LOVE being a nurse.  Love it. Sure I complain too.  Like the fact that the other day, I got to eat my breakfast at lunch time, or that some days I don't even see the walls of the staff toilet.  Yes, we are THAT crazy busy.  But in amongst the aggressive relatives, the shift inflicted urinary tract infections and numerous bodily fluid handling, I love that I am solely responsible for the care of my patients.  I love that they can trust me to nurture them and provide them with the empathy they deserve.  I treat every one of my patients as if they were my own mother.  (God help the nurse who one day will be giving care to my my mother, because I would be the aggressive relative from HELL).

Today my patient asked me how I could possibly function at home after the whirlwind of a day that he witnessed in this particular four-bedded bay.  But I do.  Somehow, after empathizing, caring, nurturing all day, I come home to my little girl running up to me and it all begins again.  A new burst of caring loving energy, this time for my family.  A dear old patient of mine, whom I will never forget once told me 'You were born to be a Nurse' while proceeding to give me the most amazing marshmallow recipe.  and although I don't really believe in that sort of thing, I soak it up and put it away in my memory.  A few special little words that help me through the worst, even to this day.

(side note: On one of our first dates, I brought Chris these home made marshmallows and he loved them! )

And when my little girl stands in front of her class and tells everyone that her mummy is a nurse, I will be proud. 

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The sun on her flawless face.  Just perfect.  I love how she can look exactly like Chris and I at the same time.  I am so grateful to watch her grow into the little girl she is becoming.  Her little personality is just blossoming and I have never been so proud.   Makes me want to sneak into her room and scoop her into my arms, smothering her with kisses without waking her.  Oh, I love her so.

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Coffee and crappy catalogs, my 'me' time for the day.  No annoying fisher & price songs, no Hi 5 blaring through the TV, no toddler tugging on my leg.  Silent, ohh so silent.

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Night time snuggles while she falls asleep :) Then out of the blue, she'll lift her head up to give me a kiss and fall asleep again.  There's nothing better.