Babies, babies and some babies too.

I am feeling VERY pregnant today. I'm now so big that I have to squish the Bun a little to pick up and put down the girls, and I think I need to officially put all the shoes with laces into early retirement. Its daggy uggboats and slip-ons from here on in.

Unfortunately the girls are still not walking and have just entered that ultra clingy please-mum-carry-me-everywhere phase. I've had to become a bit of a hard arse and just let them cry a bit. Jess and I however have a great way worked out of getting across the house on the floor boards. She sits on her bum and I waddle along behing her pushing her forward with my feet. We are both highly amused by this.

I think there are only about 8 weeks left now until the Bun is here, and the closer we get to the due date the more time the T-man is spending interstate on buisness. He got back from a 2 day buisness trip on Friday night and is leaving again on Wednesday. The Wednesday trip is a one day thing. Leave on a flight to Mount Gambier before the sun comes up and get home hopefully sometime before midnight. Then on Sunday night he flies out again and comes back late Tuesday night. Heaven help me if I get bored and want to leave the house while he's away. The front tyre of the stroller exploded on Sunday so we aint goin nowhere.

Okay enough complaining. Good news. Um, T-man is applying for a job in Canberra which would be beyond awesome if he actually got.
My parking skills are improving slightly, but there will be plenty of time to practice. I think I need about another 25 hours (including night driving) of practice before I can even apply for my P plates.

And

And I took a huge step (well a huge step for me anyway) and I let someone watch the girls for the first time, for a couple of hours. I have been so scared to let someone baby sit because even their own father has trouble keeping up with them. But, they survived and so did I. It may even happen again.

Oh....wait.....baby.....hospital....right.

In that case it will definately happen again.

Poor traumatised baby girl

The weirdest thing just happened. I think that the Tman and I have both realised just how alert the girls have become to the things that are going on around them, and just how much Thing1 love love loves her baby born doll.

The four of us we're sitting on the floor in the girls bedroom playing and getting them into their pj's. T1 kept crawling away and wriggling so I told Tman to give her her baby to hold. Now, she loves her baby. She won't sleep without it. When she gets up from a nap or just up in the morning her doll must not be left behind. She kisses it (licks morelike) on the head and actually rocks it in her arms. And when she's crying she wants Mummy or Daddy AND dolly.

So Tman tries to get the doll from her bed but doesn't want to get up off the floor so he tries to pull it through the slats at the end of the crib. He gets the body through but the head gets stuck.So he starts pulling on the dolls body really hard and its head it hitting against the crib fairly violently. He's such a lazybum.

All of the sudden their is the most horrific bloodcurdling scream. Thing1 is pointing to what her Daddy is doing with one hand against her head screaming and shaking. T looks at her and while still pulling on the doll says "oh my goodness, whats wrong with her, whats wrong?" to which my response is "stop hurting the doll!" He quickly clicks and stands up and gives Thing1 her doll. She immediatly stops screaming and starts cuddling her doll and sobbing. Poor girl.

It was such a strong reaction as if she was watching someone hurt her sister not just a doll. The boy and I later concluded that her attachment to her dolly is quite possibly not only on the same level as her attachment to her sister but stonger.

More money please

A funny thing happened (and is still happening) today. The Tman's employer is advertising a job that is over in Melbourne. Its online and in the papers.It is basically T's job at a lower level. As in they would be reporting to him and doing much easier work. Now jobs in Melbourne generally pay a little higher because the cost of living in Melbourne is higher. Its one of those job ads where they give out what qualifications and hours are required and then ask you what you think you should be paid if you do get the job.

The funny part is they have had over a hundred applications coming in all day. And there is one thing that most of them have in common. The annual salary they are all asking for is about 10 grand over what the Tman is currently getting paid.

This is awesome because his bosses are not able to pay this new person, whoever they decide on, a higher wage than T's. It has become obvious to everyone now that he is being underpaid bigtime. Which has ment that they have been forced to reasses his wage. Hopefully (but not deffinately) a pay rise will follow.

Don't worry I know that things might not change, and we're not going broke by any means. Also I know I shouldn't be greedy cos we're lucky to have an income. I just like the idea of getting rid of the mortgage that bit sooner.

Hair cuts and catch-ups

We have been mega busy today. First thing this morning the girls had their first official haircuts. I say official because I have made several attempts at doing it myself which have failed misserably. Thing1's hair only wants to grow one way and that's over her face. No amount of styling can change it's mind. Plus it's very thick. This is why we pay professionals :p We went to PriceAttack and they did a pretty good job. I can see T1's face properly for the first time since she was about 4 months old.
I'm not sure $17 each is really that great a price considering they spent about 3 mins per child, (maybe next time I'll shop around) but if it saves the girls from losing an ear its worth it. We did Thing2's hair at the same time, just because. She didn't need it that badly, it was just a tidy-up for her. The T-man took pics with his mobile so I'm not sure how to upload them yet, but I'll figure it out later.

Also we caught up with T-man's brother and his wife and son. They came down for a wedding so we saw them for about 2 hours. Its a very quick visit. I think they arrived this morning are returning tomorrow morning and S ( the brother) will be back to work about 2hours after they land, poor thing. He works as a camera man on a bunch of different tv shows, first of the day will be a morning news/entertainment show, so hopefully he makes it in time.

Oh well thats it for me, I'm going to go pig out on some of the T-mans delicious bolognese. I don't know when that boy learnt to cook but I'm sure glad he did.

Photo tag

The T-man and I have been having lots of fun dealing with crazy toddlers today. They ham it up something fierce when daddys home. Right before bed time tonight I picked up Jess for a cuddle and she literally started to drip all down her leg and onto the floor. I told the man that we had a problem and his response was something like "I'll take care of this one while you clean......OH MY GOODNESS! WHAT THE?!". Alex had just peed all through her clothes and onto the T-man at the same time.
What are the chances.
They were both soaked through completely, tops and bottoms, and so were we. They had peed so much that the diapers just couldn't hold in any more liquid. It occures to me now that they both drank huge cups of water about an hour before.
Diaper failures have become more and more common since the girls started drinking from sippy cups instead of bottles. I think its because they regulate their own drinking and they don't seem to drink much all morning and then they drink a huge amount after lunch.

I don't know if that explenation made much sense?did it?

Since this post is feeling like such a fail and isn't exactly flowing smoothly from my mind onto the screen I'm going to use this opertunity to finally do my picture tag.

I was tagged for this a long time ago but kept forgetting about it. You've probably seen this before.

1) Choose the 4th folder where you store your pictures on your computer

2) Select the 4th picture in the folder

3) Explain the picture

4) Tag 4 people to do the same

NO CHEATING! (cropping, editing, etc!)

So here is mineMy friends cat. She has two Burmese that are almost identical and I think this one is Chubba-butt. It is taken in their computer room where he has climbed into his owners wolf slippers tucked into a book shelf and behind a pile of laundry.

So thats that. I tag my only two followers if you can be bothered.

Fat mama

I have to confess to not having read anyones blogs/emails for ages, well about a week. Things have gone crazy around here. My kids have learnt to bite! The T-man has been working like crazy and its only going to get worse. There are alot of interstate trips coming up for him. Oh and I got fat!!! No, I'm not talking big and pregnant. I mean FAT. I grew a whole new chin, apparently the first one got lonely and needed a friend. It occurs to me that this KFC habit I've picked up, thanks to baby girl three, may have something to do with it.

So those are just a few of my excuses for being down and unenthusiastic (spelling?) lately. So in order to cheer myself up a little and do a bit of showing off of my lovely girls, here come the pics!

(Oh, and I promise, no more exclamation marks). Ah, yes. I drop food. I drop food I just spent 1/2 hour preparing. Luckily
I stained our ugly coffee table so the T-man said we could get a new one in
October (Birthday). Unfortunately I also ruined our new carpet.

Just to prove how un-fun I am atm.
I am avoiding side shots at all cost in an effort to hide the chin.

Today is the girls 13month birthday. So I thought I'd take a stroll down memory lane.
Me and Chelsee getting huge together.

One month ago today, man they were small. And don't you love Jess's enormous diaper?
Today, a year later.
Alex. Total stunner. I think she gets it from her dad.
Jess. Looking as innocent as ever. Trust me, if you looked up the word gremlin in the dictionary, this is the picture that would be next to it.
But every gremlin has her weak spot. For this one its her baby doll.
Our hero. T-man must feel like a celebrity when he comes home to a reception like this.

Well I'm gonna crawl off to bed now and try to be a bit more enthusistic tomorrow.

The wild adventures of thing 2

Little Miss Alex has been the centre of attention around here lately. About three days ago she created a stir by FINALLY cutting a tooth. And then about 5 seconds later we realised that she had cut both bottom teeth. It took 11 months, now we just have to wait for Jess to catch up.

But now Alex has totally outdone herself. Yesterday morning the Tman got out of bed to heat up the girl bottles. He always gets up about 20 minutes before me so I can hang my head over the sink and get the first round of morning sickness out of the way before I cuddle the girls. While he was out of the room I could here some groaning and giggling coming from the girls room. A couple of minutes later he walks in to find both the girls in the same cot. Which means Alex somehow managed to scale the side of her crib and drop into her sisters (the cribs are side by side). I'm a little in shock and really really glad she didn't decide to try escaping from the other side because she would of had a nasty fall.

First Post

Its so hard to think of what to write in a first post. So I will start with the basic intro. WE are Xoe-the mum, T-man-the dad, Jess- the oldest child by a whole minute, big sis and the boss and owner of anything she can reach. Alex- little sister, but not literally, she is a whole kilo heavier then Jess and gets into about twice as much trouble. And last but not least is the one on the way, affectionately known as little fish at this stage or point five.

Thing1 and Thing2 are mere weeks away from their first birthday and the party that goes with it, so busy times ahead.