a bit of this and that

This weekend was great, my husband didn't work the WHOLE of Saturday... Yay!

We got to catch up with a dear friend who has been diagnosed with Breast Cancer at 32 years of age. She seems to be doing well. You are in our thoughts Keri, besides you are now Keri Born-a-hero so we know that you will kick the Big C's butt in no time. I do ask that when Keri goes for her next chemo you all say a prayer and wear pink (I will post the date shortly)

On a lighter or should I say on a weirder note.  
True Story Moment -Later Saturday afternoon, there I was chatting, chilling and enjoy life as Bebe A lay on the blanket next to me pretty much doing the same thing. A guy walks up to me and girl friends and says "oh how old is your baby?" I respond in a proud mama voice "3 months".
"Is she obedient?"
I reply "Well when I leave her somewhere she is there when I get back"
I then give myself a firm talking to "be nice"
The weirder note is when he asks quite loudly "Are you breastfeeding?"
Unfortunately no quick witty responses from me this time.

Token Team Player for Rent and Im free

It all started with a phone call. On old friend of mine - by old I mean I have just known her forever - calls and asks if I want to play indoor volleyball. Without thinking I say sure.
This doesn't sound bad right? wrong! I haven't participated in any team sports for 1 year and 7 months, for some people (those who have actual ball sense) going out onto a sports field is a boring day in front of the TV.

There I was, breaking into a sweat (okay that isn't abnormal but I prefer to say I glow instead of sweat), my stomach literally goes into knots and I feel nauseous.

The reason for this breakdown in my Psyche is simple. I do not have coordination, it is that simple. Ball sense is as foreign to me as an English fly landing in French soup. I was that Kid at school - the Kid who was picked last at games. I tried, I really did. #insert sad music here please. When I played softball my position was "right out" this is a real position.

Getting back to my story, by the end of the day I was feeling sick, my nerves where finished. In case you thought I was over exagerating at my ball skills or lack thereof my "lovely" old friend tells the other newby's who are helping out her team not to worry cos I am playing.


When it gets to my turn to serve the ball no matter where I stand behind the line, the ball manages to deflect to the right in a banana-shaped way. When it came to playing, one of the most memorable moments was when the ball came straight at me and somehow I managed it to guide it along - straight into my face. How do I do it you may ask, but I am really gifted that way, the way to make an arse of myself. At this point in my "feel-good-Hollywood-movie" the underdog/token player saves the day sadly I am more of a Reality Show person.  I actually did manage to touch the ball and even get it over the net, the rest of the game was relatively drama free but filled with so much laughing.

What a jol.

I really don't mind being the fill in player so feel free to ask me to help out when you are a player short I love to try new things. That's how I roll.

Bathing & Talking S$#@!

I have been reflecting back on my first 3 months of motherhood and what a journey it has been...


One of our favourite times during Bebe A's day is Bath time, such a special bonding time and it is especially great when by the end of the day your baby is in serious "sensory overload" (thank you to all the books I read I now sound like a right "mommy-know-it-all") So sensory overload is when your baby and you have just had too much *(ok you both are crying)... Bath time is filled with singing and chatting and such cute happy moments.

I have learnt the following though when it comes to bathing your baby:

Baby Pooh

• Do not have a bath with Baby if there is no one at home to take baby from you when you are ready to get out. I resolved this by having to put baby on the floor and then getting out. I had a towel on the floor so do not judge and do not judge me for not having abs - you try getting out the bath without the use of your hands. Bath time was still a success, I believe anyway.

Second attempt at bathing with baby went as follows:

• Dad home to take baby from you once baby was bathed (tick).
• Whilst bathing Bebe, I look ahead and say to Baby "didnt daddy clean the bath before he ran our bath" a few seconds later still contemplating why there could be floating bits in the bath,  I look down and yes you better believe it, Bebe A had a nice green/yellow pooh on my lap... At this point as previously mentioned it is difficult to just jump out the bath - so what do I do, I yell for my husband in my most loudest, quietiest yelling voice (can't scare baby you know?). As luck would have it he is on a very important business call so there we wait until Dada A finally makes his appearance.

Does my obsession with my Baby's pooh end there? -NO!
I have to mentally try not disect (verbally) every Poo that Miss Bebe A has to anyone - getting a personality after Bebe is a whole other conversation.
But if someone could answer this? Why does Bebe have to make a poo just after I have changed her nappy?

Testing...

Hello can anyone hear me?
Yes I am alive and almost awake... there really is a difference between lack of sleep due to jolling and boozing and the lack of sleep due to new baby

The days have been filled with sterilizing bottles and changing nappies and sterilizing bottles and changing nappies...

Happy New Years Everyone - I would like to make a toast to you "May all your dreams and goals be a reality"... So I am asking really nice *insert sweet, imploring voice* Please let me know what you would like to achieve in 2012 from big to small... I need the inspiration...

I will start
1) Sleep... zzzzzzzzz