I’m always telling Poppy that he is my one loyal reader. Probably the only person who checks to see if we’ve posted every day. Work gets slow sometimes you see 
Anyway I thought I’d test the theory. And invite him over for roast dinner TONIGHT. The 25th of August.
You can let Tim know via text and he will let me know. I promise…it will be roast like you had when you were little. None of that funny stuff….just roast.
I will need to know by 4pm so I can cook for two extra.
I doubt I need to explain this one!
Last week he was barely crawling.
Now he keeps up with us about the house!!
I think I’ve mentioned here a few times now that when I got pregnant with Jaxon I joined an online forum of woman who were expecting their babies in the same month as me. That was back in April of 2006. Now, five years on, we are still the best of friends. I have not met a single one of them, until now.
Jeannette is from South Africa. Her first born son James, was born 7 days after Jaxon. She and I have spoken on the phone, sent texts and emails. But finally, she came out to visit us!!
I was so nervous! What if she doesn’t like me?? Because a computer personality compared to an “in person” personality are two very different things. I had planned out my day perfectly. I was going to do some cleaning in the morning then shower and blow dry my hair in the afternoon. I was going to put on some make up and smell all pretty. I was going to go across to Coburg to buy Turkish food for them because it’s my favourite food in all of Melbourne. It was going to be special!
When the day finally arrived I had a shit of a night the day before. Tim, Jaxon and I were all sick with the flu. Jaxon was up coughing and spluttering all night and Dexter of course needed a bottle or two over night. They tag teamed me ALL night. So I decided I was too tired to sit in the car to get the Turkish (given that the entire trip would be spent in agony at not being able to move my leg to stop it hurting) and got Tim to pick up a hot chicken and some nibblies on his way home. I had a nap. I set an alarm for three, since she was arriving at 4pm. I was going to get up, have a shower and do my hair. But when I woke up at three and Dexter was still asleep and Tim and Jaxon were having fun together…I slept. Until I got woken by the door bell!
There was Jeannette, at MY front door! I didn’t have Turkish food to feed her. I didn’t clean the things I wanted to clean. I probably smelt really bad and my hair was a mess. But it was still special.
We sat and talked for hours like we were old friends just catching up. Not once did we run out of things to say. Tim and George hit it off with conspiracy theory’s and James and Jaxon didn’t bother us all night! They were so good to each other and played nicely all night with very little yelling from the adults. It was a fantastic night and we were all very sad that we couldn’t have spent more time together. Tim and I wanted to go along with them for a day or night but couldn’t because of my stupid leg and back.
It’s funny. Because a year ago Jeannette did a tour of the US where she went and met almost everyone off our forum. I kept imagining that it would be intimidating to meet all of those new people when you’ve known each other for so long via the internet. Would they have certain expectations of me given what they know of me already. I would NEVER have wanted to do it because in my mind it was going to be a bunch of awkward moments. But now, having met Jeannette…I want to go and meet all of the woman from our forums!!
It’s going to take quite a few years to get there. We have 2 and a half years left to see Tim through his degree in Engineering. Then we’d probably need to sort out our finances once he got a job. But THEN, we can start saving for the trip of a life time! The kids will be older and it will be a great experience for them. I am 100% confident that the woman I am friends with now will be very close friends for years to come. We chat every day about random bullshit. We lean on each other through rough days with the kids. We comfort each other during hard times. And we laugh, so hard. It’s a very intimate group of woman and I can’t imagine my day not including some word from someone about how they’re doing, whats happening in their lives.
I can’t wait to have photo’s like this of ALL of my girls! Perhaps, all in one spot! They’ve already had to meet ups and I’m always missing out. One day I’ll be there at Myrtle Beach!
You thought I was joking, didn’t you Poppy??
My mother in law made us a new quilt for our bed. She put a LOT of time and effort in to it and it certainly deserves a mention here on the blog.
I’ve never had a quilt and didn’t know how I’d feel about sleeping with it on. But it’s surprisingly, ok. It’s also made it so I HAVE to make the bed every day. A doona can pull off the unmade look but this quilt does not!
It also looks awesome under our ultraviolet light in the bed room…
Well, it’s very hard to believe that 6 months have gone by. Needless to say though, they have been very long months!
Dexter is almost 9 kilo’s in weight now and in Double zero clothes but growing out of them and just started eating solids like he’s always been having it. He’s now a pretty happy go lucky kind of baby and he’s always smiling and giggling at us now.
The only complaint I have right now is he’s a SCREAMER! Man, the boy has LUNGS on him!! Even Jaxon cringes when he gets right up there. It just goes on for ever some days. Its not just one scream. Its scream after scream after scream.
Jaxon LOVES his little brother and is slowly learning how to “play” with something that lays on the ground rolling from side to side all day. But it shouldn’t be too long before he’s crawling! We’ve discussed this thing called crawling with Jaxon a few times but we still don’t think he understands just how much trouble we’re in for once Dexter can FOLLOW us!
I spend all this time not posting and then I start inundating you with posts. From MONTHS ago!! There is a perfectly logical and sane reason (other than pure laziness) for this and I WILL get around to writing about some of these things…but for now I’m just looking through the photo’s I’ve taken over the past couple of months that I SHOULD be sharing here!
It’s been yonks since I’ve updated here and let me tell you…I’ve missed it! I have so much to share, so much to tell you and yet…I’m not going to.(yet)
I wanted to give you a LIVE Jaxon’ism!!!
The other day my friends brought us over their old TV unit and it’s become Jaxon’s new toy. He is OBSESSED with cleaning it.
He get’s his wet cloth and he wipes it down from head to toe at least five times a day.
Today though, while I was cleaning the kitchen and he was cleaning his TV Unit he started giving me instructions.
“Hey Mummy. How about I stay here and clean and you go to the shopping center and get Daddy some milk. And me some milk. And me an egg. I’ll stay here cleaning. And you need to go to the hospital (hostpital) because Rory has a sore leg. And I’ll stay here cleaning. Ok Mummy?”
Just in case you’re not in the know…Rory is from “Rory The Racing Car” Cartoon. He’s one of Jaxon’s many cartoon imaginary friends.
To make sense of this story I first have to tell you about two different stories from my childhood.
In the first, on a walk I once took with Mum and Dad when I was very little. Perhaps I was 5 years old. We were just up by my primary school at the end of our street. Walking past some pigeons. I don’t know exactly why he said it but it was probably because I begged them to get me one for my birthday. Or just because.
My Dad told me that if I wanted a pigeon all I had to do was catch one. I could keep it if I did. And to catch it he said, all I had to do was throw salt on it’s bum. This, apparently, makes it so the pigeons can’t fly or walk. Because the salt on it’s bum stings and its bum muscles squeeze in real tight and they can’t walk properly. Then all you have to do is catch it.
For YEARS I believed him. I actually thought it was true. And in grade five, I had other kids convinced of this too.
In the second story I am seven years old. I was yabbying under the bridge at the Euroa caravan park. I had thought it a good idea to leave my line with it’s steak on it over night. To see if I could catch something in the morning. That was all good and well except that when I went to check my line in the morning there was no yabby. Instead, when I pulled on the line it seemed to be stuck. So I pulled harder. And when I finally got the line to move closer to the surface, there at the end of it, holding on to that bit of steak for dear life…was a turtle.
From that point on, for the rest of our 5 week holiday, I begged Mum and Dad to get me a turtle. They DID!
I, being the original character that I am, named it Myrtle. Dad and I built it a pond with a fence around it and I would wonder on down each day to feed it.
I don’t know how long we’d had this turtle when we went to my cousin’s 7th birthday party. I don’t think it was long. But when we came home, Myrtle was gone. It ran away. It climbed it’s little fence (I vaguely remember that it COULD climb the fence) and disappeared. Never to be seen again.
And now to present day. Where I start wondering about my turtle. Thinking about the salt and the pigeons and the turtle. Wondering, if maybe my turtle died. But Mum and Dad didn’t want me to get upset so maybe they lied and said it ran away instead. Just like you hear people telling kids about their dogs who “ran away” when really Mum or Dad backed over it in the drive way. All the while, the kids are so young and trusting that they believe everything their parents tell them. Like, how you can catch a pigeon by throwing salt on it’s ass.
Yesterday I had to know. Because if I could believe Dad for years that I could catch a pigeon by throwing salt on it’s behind, then how easy would it be to believe my turtle “ran away”?
I sent both Mum and Dad a text asking if Myrtle had died and not run away. Now that they’re divorced they’d either both say the same thing, or they’d each tell a different story.
Dad replied first. He tells me the turtle really did run away. And when I said I didn’t want to be one of those gullible kids that believed their turtle had run away when it was actually dead and that I was having trouble believing him because of the pigeon story, he STILL tried to tell me you could catch a pigeon with salt…as long as you got close enough. But the turtle really did run away.
Then Mum replied. Like Dad, she swears the turtle ran away and that we never did find it.
I’m still unsure. They each have told the same story. But Tim and I discussed this and perhaps, when I was very little and lying in bed, Mum and Dad stood over me with dead turtle in hand and one said to the other “She can never know about this”
Or maybe, when they got divorced it was a part of their settlement. You can have the couch, but the girl never finds out about the turtle. Take it to the grave.
I just have this image in my head of my head stone when I die. It will probably read something like this.
Here lies Boo.
Wife. Mother. Daughter.
Gullible turtle owner to the end.
Jaxon: What’s this Mummy? (Holding up a play-doh mold to make a pumpkin with)
Mummy: That’s a pumpkin.
Jaxon: What’s it for?
Mummy: We eat them. Pumpkins are for eating.
Jaxon: No Mummy that’s silly. Pumpkins are for putting faces on.
We decided to take a quick trip to Grandpa’s before Tim returns back to school. On the way we thought we were in for trouble. Jaxon kept insisting that Dookie had to come home with him. We actually thought we might have to fight Jaxon to leave him there with Grandpa. But within the first minute of our visit we knew we were safe. That was the minute of Jaxon’s blood curdling screams as he CLIMBED UP Tim’s body as Dookie very innocently came rushing out to greet them.
We had a lovely day. We had lunch. Two walks to the beach. Two walks to the park. And one of us got to see a burning car on the drive home (that would be Tim, who, being the driver of the car…had to keep his eyes open)
Sometimes, Jaxon says or does the funniest things that make us laugh until we cry. And yet, mostly, it’s just one funny line. Or one funny expression. It’s hard these days to write up a story for you about the things he says and does so I’m going to start up a new category.
These posts will likely be short and sweet and right to the point. For example, at 4am this morning Jaxon woke me up and said “I need to sleep together with you because my blanket is tired and I’m cold”
Jaxon is quite obsessed with boats. Last year, when it came time for us to VOTE I heard Daddy telling Jaxon that he needed to get dressed so we could go. Minutes later Jaxon came dashing in to me yelling “Mummy, we’re going on a BOAT and I’m going to catch FISH!”
Recently we decided that it was time Jaxon got some alone time with just Daddy and I. So we gave Dexter to Nanny for the day and headed to the local ferry, which travel’s an hour each way in to the city. When we finally told Jaxon we were taking him on a boat he lit up with excitement. And then asked to go and get his fishing rod.
We had a fantastic day and I’m sure this will be a wonderful memory for Jaxon. We got to see a sea plane take off, a black swan, a big ship, lot’s of bridges, the city and of course…we got to go on a boat.
Jaxon got to drive for about 15 minutes. Before the boat came in to dock I pointed out the man in the white shirt as the Captain. We entered the cabin and the second the man in the white shirt came in Jaxon yelled out to him “Hi Captain!!!” Minutes later, once we had been turned around and were heading out to sea the Captain came and got Jaxon and put him in the Captains seat. He stood there talking to him and let him take the wheel. Jaxon would steer us off course and the Captain would ask to have a turn to steer us back. Then Jaxon would steer us off course…and the Captain would steer us back. And so on. He had a ball!!
On a very hot and humid night a week or two ago we had our very first night of calm AND awake Dexter. Normally, the two don’t go together. He’s either awake and crying or awake and eating…or asleep. We sat on the bed in our room with the window’s open for the breeze and got Jaxon to read a book to Dexter.
He does pretty well. The first page reads “Grug had saved enough money to buy his first bike” and then Daddy laughs on the second page because Jaxon is ad libbing. When we read his book to him each night we sometimes get bored and make up our own words. Jaxon laugh in hysterics. Essentially the book is the same but we change the minor details. The book states that Grug buys a bright yellow bike. And Jaxon has changed it to bright blue boat. Just as we would have if we had been reading it. He’s a very clever boy, though it might be a while before he gets through the entire book! (the pages that he did “read” were spot on)
Jaxon has accepted Dexter in to his home and heart as if he has always been here. I didn’t think it was possible but the way he loves his little brother has made me love HIM even more. My brother was my best friend and I was blessed to have such a close relationship with him so I’m so thankful that so early on I can see that Jaxon is never going to let anyone or anything hurt his little brother. Just like Terry did for me.
I know it’s been a long time coming but the beauty of the blog is, I can post it just as if it was written last month…at the appropriate time!
Dexter is here. Without going in to too much boring detail, I was induced at 36 weeks for high blood pressure. They started it all off at 3.30pm on the 30th of November and he was finally born via emergency c-section at 6.24pm on the 1st of December 2010 (weighing 2.96 kilo’s) I failed to progress past 6 cm’s.
It’s all a bit of a blur now that it’s said and done. The main things I remember are the sweet sweet gas and pethidine and screaming at my OB “get your fucking hands out of me” and crying through the most excruciating contractions for hours without drugs because the midwife had checked to see how far along I was and thought I was fully dilated. She said she was confident she could talk me through the birth without the use of drugs. But four hours later when checked again, I was still stuck at 6 and had been for hours.
Having a second c-section obviously had not been our plan but we don’t regret that it happened. In fact, I sort of wish I’d saved myself the pain and done it from the start!
Jaxon is being an AMAZING big brother. If not annoyingly so. He wants to kiss Dexter all the time, cuddle Dexter all the time and play with him all the time. That, can be annoying when you’ve just spent the last five hours trying to get Dexter to sleep and when you finally do, his big brother plants a kiss on him somewhere only to wake him up for another two hours.
I will try to blog more often. I have photo’s and little Big Brother stories to share. But we are dealing with yet another crying baby…the Dr’s and health Nurses say it’s colic, so forgive me if I can’t be shagged!
36 weeks 4 days pregnant
Sweet Sweet Gas!
Dexter first born. You can see he has a cone head from being stuck in my cervix for hours. He also had a love bite kind of hickey on his head!
Love at first sight. Daddy and Son meet for the first time. Tim tells me that he and Dexter spent the two hours waiting for me to wake up from the surgery walking the hall ways chatting up nurses
Dexter's natural knot in the umbilical cord. This caused much frustration for both us and the nurses because they could not hear Dexter's heart beat properly through the monitors and I was not allowed to moved off the bed through contractions while they were trying to find it. For three hours. Grrr.
Dexter's weight. 6 pound, 10 ounces
Hours old.
Big Brother lays eyes on Little brother. Not once has Jaxon been jealous of the extra attention the baby needs.
You have no idea how close we came to losing the family blog. I have been SO UPSET all week.
The reason we wanted to change hosts was because our contract with the old host had expired. They sent us our new bill and I looked around for a better deal. Instead of having to pay $7.95 a month to host with the old host, I found a new one to host for only $3.25 a month.
So it’s logical. To save some money, we decided to change.
We followed all of the directions down to the last letter on how to change hosts. We backed up our database and files. And according to the new and old hosts all we would need to do would be to restore them in the new host control panel.
Well! We did that. And it did not work! If you’ve visited since Monday you may have come across a number of different fatal error warnings.
The new host is local to us. Australian. They boast 24/7 support.
They LIE!!
Each time I would send an email off and tell them exactly what I had done and what was happening (or not happening) because of that. And they would take their sweet time to reply. If you have 24/7 support, how can it take 8 hours to reply an email? I would say “I have done x,y and z and now I get a fatal error that says a,b,c. I don’t know why that is happening. Can you please tell me what I need to do to fix this?” and they would reply “Yes certainly we can help you. Please browse your web site again. And feel free to let us know if you have any further queries”
It seemed the angrier I got about their lack of support the less they replied. So I started calling them and even then, their support was anything but.
Last night, I decided that the only thing to do would be to renew with the more expensive hosts. I did not want to risk leaving my old account so long that they would delete discoverboo from their servers. So this morning I got up, tranferred the money from our savings account and paid up.
And here we are. Two hours later. Back. On. Line.
Crazydomains can go to hell. I would not recommend them to ANYONE.
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You’ll have to excuse us for a moment, or three.
We are currently changing web hosts and this may or may not take us off line. We don’t know yet.
Since we have no clue what we’re doing (this is far harder than running a blogger blog where everything is done for you) this may take longer than it would take someone else to do.
If you visit over the next week or so and we’re not here, there’s a good reason for it and HOPE it doesn’t mean we’ve LOST the site!
I don’t post about being pregnant often. And that’s because up until about 8 weeks ago, I really had no reason to.
Jaxon’s pregnancy was fairly tough. With cramping so painful I couldn’t walk, a threatened miscarriage, heavy swelling from 18 weeks on and of course gestational diabetes, I would have had plenty to bitch about back then.
But this pregnancy has been rather mild. All until I hit the second trimester. When the gastritis, heart burn AND MORNING SICKNESS STRUCK!!
Of course it’s any time of day sickness around here. It could be early morning, late night or even middle of the night.
I am SO over throwing up and still feel like I have so long left before baby arrives. I don’t know how I am going to cope with all this chucking and indigestion!?
This is by far, the nicest photo I have ever managed to snap of Tim.
See that thing on his face?? The smile?? Not often I get that. I had to say something really funny to get that smile and though it’s totally suitable for your ears and Jaxon’s ears and anyone’s ears that might be close enough to hear, I’m not saying what it was.
I shall just remember that for next time. And Tim, there WILL be a next time. I love seeing you smile!!
Grandma came to visit all the way from Darwin a couple weeks ago. I KNOW!! You don’t need to remind me of how slack I am getting. But all I can say is that after nearly 4 years of blogging…it gets HARD!
I took these photo’s as an absolute last minute thought. We went to the Melbourne Aquarium, had a BBQ come surprise baby shower at my old friends house and did all sorts of little things during her four day stay and yet I didn’t take many photos. I even FORGOT to take the camera to the Aquarium… a photo opportunity that I normally would not miss. Boy was a pissed at myself!!
In the days to follow I’ll try to get you catched up.
I’ve been thinking about this post for a LONG time now.
I just haven’t come up with a fun or witty way to put it forward to you. So I’ve sat on it, waiting for that perfect moment in my head where everything just fall’s in to place and the words just flow effortlessly from my mouth.
Some people suggested I just leave it until such a time that, well…it would just be very old news. But that has never been my intention. So I wont do that.
It started out as waiting for the “safe” period to pass. And then, week by week…it’s increased to “ridiculously late for letting people know”
So I have decided that the perfect time for me to tell you has long since past. And that the perfect words are probably never going to just flow from my mouth. So here it is.
Drum Roll please….
I’M PREGNANT!
Ta-Da!
Every night Tim, Jaxon and I have a big bath together. We don’t all squeeze in to a tiny little tub. We have a two person spa that fits us all perfectly.
Recently, Jaxon took an interest in my, a-hem…nipples.
I didn’t lie to him when he asked what they are. I told him they were nipples. And I pointed out that he has nipples…and Daddy has nipples. We all have nipples.
Well, for some reason, he called them kettles for a few days. He would point them out on me, and Daddy and himself and say “Mum has kettles, Jaxon has kettles and Daddy has kettles”
He’ll even rattle off every other person he can think of asking “Does so and so have kettles?”
Well!
The other day we visited Nanny and Poppy. And we told them all about the nipple/kettle conversation.
Towards the end, he ever so politely (manner’s and all) asked Nanny to show him her nipples.
For some reason, she didn’t.
I was sort of glad for a while that he was referring to them as kettles. It meant that I wouldn’t get a call from day care telling me he needed to be picked up and that he was suspended for asking his teacher to show him her nipples.
So over the last few months, Tim and I have found a small selection of foods and drinks that should not be given to Jaxon.
They include musk sticks, licorice (that long stuff, not the small chunky stuff) and lemonade.
If Jaxon has those things, he JUMPS OFF THE WALLS! He’s unbearable to deal with. Not because he get’s all moody or anything, but because he’s way too hyper and way too smiley and LOUD.
It’s just….annoying.
So last night when he started jumping off the couch and springing right back up, or running back and forth from his bed room to the lounge room…Daddy looked at me as if to say “What did YOU give him!?”
So I say “I swear, all he’s had is a freddo frog and some cordial”
And Jaxon, as if to say I was lying started squealing “frog and corrrrdial frog and cooordial frog and cordial” over and over and over again like maybe he’d had a kilo of chocolate and a liter of cordial without water in it.
I swear.
It was JUST a frog and cordial. But we shall keep in mind for future reference that perhaps the combination of freddo frogs and cordial should be left for times when he’s visiting family. Without us.
In light of my last post, the warning about the doom and gloom to come…I should say, that it’s not just doom and gloom.
But FRUSTRATION too!
As a result of Tim’s MS we get a 17% discount on our power bill. It’s called a Medical Cooling Concession and basically it’s because for people with MS, heat tolerance is drastically reduced. The 17% discount is presumably to help cover the extra cost of cooling over summer.
So the other day we’re sitting at home and get a knock on the door. Not two days after that 17% discount has been added to our bill and we feel a little better about being able to pay it.
The man at the door is about to install a smart meter. Having a smart meter installed means nothing at all to us. But it sends our electricity usage to the company’s every half an hour, instead of having the power meter read every three months.
At the time, we have a friend over. And she tell’s us that they had a smart meter installed a few months back and all it meant to them was a 30% increase in the power bill.
WELL! That pisses me off. Because we’ve only just got the 17% discount and if what she says is true, then it’s been made completely redundant by this stupid smart meter. No matter how you look at it we’re getting a 13% increase.
So she also tells us some ways of saving money on your power bill. And these seem fairly easy and well, regardless of what our bill is or the discount we’re going to get…I get to thinking that it couldn’t hurt to save some money right??
Right!
All she does is turn everything off at the power point when they’re not in use. The microwave, so you don’t pay for the clock. The DVD and TV so you don’t pay for the little red light they have to say they’re on standby. Everything but her fridge and freezer get turned off at the power point over night and if they’re out. She said it has saved them heaps on their electricity bills.
So I woke up the next day determined to make a difference to our power bill. When we left the house for a considerable amount of time, I switched the DVD player and the TV and set top box off at the power.
We came home three hours later, and when we tried to turn the DVD player back on…it wouldn’t. It was BROKEN!
I cried for half an hour. And on and off all night I would break in to spontaneous tears. Because I was simply trying to make a difference. Trying to save some money. And all it got me was another bill. A DVD player replacement bill.
It just seems to me that some times, when you really try to make a difference, something works against you.
I held my arms up high in front of me and I yelled….why do I bother!?
(side note: that didn’t make a pinch of shit of difference. It didn’t even make me FEEL better about having to fork out money we don’t have for a new DVD player. But I did it anyway!)
I came across a wonderful blog, written by a woman who also happens to live in Australia. Who also happens to have a young son and who also happens to live with depression.
I was incredibly impressed with her writings. Not because she’s out of this world good. But because she tells the truth.
There’s this saying I’m sure you’re well familiar with.
Laugh and the world Laughs with you.
Cry, and you cry alone.
I’ve always hated that saying. But the sad thing is…it’s true.
I can’t help but go back to a time when my life was so bad that I no longer wanted to live it. A time when I was cutting my own flesh because the pain of a physical wound was far easier to deal with than the shit that was going through my head. I remember that I lost a lot of friends during that time. And I also remember, that after my second attempt at suicide, those same friends would say to me “Why didn’t you tell me?”
The truth?
I had been telling them.
And they didn’t want to hear it.
Because I wasn’t laughing.
Well recently, I’ve felt the need to only put the good stuff up here. Because I don’t want to bring people down. And the truth is, not everything about our lives right now is good.
We HAVE suffered a huge blow. We went from moving closer to family and getting a better paid job…to a diagnosis of Multiple Sclerosis and loss of said job. We’ve gone from having a few very good friends, to having barely anyone to talk to. We’ve gone from floating just enough to be able to do things with a little spare money, to having no money at all.
And it has been HARD.
I’m a highly emotional and passionate person. And that passion and emotion very often comes out in my writing. Writing it down stops me from wandering down a path of self destruction and hurting the people in my life that I love and that love me.
So from now on I just have to write it as it is. I’m not saying that we’re looking down the barrel of a doom and gloom blog from now on. But at times, I need to write to get it out. And the place that I choose to put it is here.
This blog is and always has been about our lives through my eyes. Good or bad. Not putting it all here is cheating myself. Only putting up happy snaps because I have nothing good to report, is a big lie.
It was terrible weather. Windy, rainy and COLD!
But the family had spent most of the day locked up inside and we needed to get out.
We packed a lunch. Jaxon’s went to the “squeegulls” whom he decided very quickly he did not like.
Has well and truly started in this house hold.So far, so good. I think.
I just thought I would drop in and say that I find it funny that Jaxon demands absolute privacy when he’s on the toilet. But thinks nothing of asking Mum for a HUG while she does her own thing.
Daddy and I can’t be within “looking distance” when he’s on the loo. He demands that we leave. And he wont do his thing until we’re out of sight. But then the minute either of us need to go to the toilet ourselves…there he is.
“What ya doing Mum?”
“I’m on the toilet Jaxon”
“Can I have a cuddle Mum?”
I couldn’t help but post this since I watched Shrek the 2nd with Jaxon tonight.
Has anyone else noticed the resemblance of the human Shrek…to Jack Arnold (Dan Lauria) from The Wonder Years?
Tim and I have been having the toilet training talk with Jaxon for quite some time now.
It started almost 1.5 years ago when over summer, we left Jaxon in undies.
But we think the issue with that was he HAD AN ACCIDENT and he really REALLY didn’t like it.
So for the past few months we’ve been bringing it up on and off with him with absolutely NO success at all.
Until today. While I was cooking and Jaxon was doing his own thing I happened to sneak a peak at him in his bedroom. There, I found him walking around with a potty on his head. I’m sure we’ve all been busted doing that at some point in our lives right??
Then, about half an hour later I saw him run from his bedroom to the bathroom with no nappy on. And then…HE PUT UNDIES ON!
This is HUGE!
Seriously, if I’d told Jaxon three weeks ago we were done with nappies and all he could wear was undies he would have been clinging on to my feet as I tried to ignore him screaming the house down “NEEEEED NAAAAAAAPPPPPY!!!”
So for the rest of the evening Jaxon wore undies. And nothing else.
But then came dinner time. Yet another thing we’ve been discussing with Jaxon for some time now.
The issue is, he doesn’t want to eat. And for a while we would say to him “You eat your dinner, or you GO TO BED!”
And the evil little genius that he is, would get up and go to bed. Don’t laugh. He has also been known to throw his OWN toys in the bin if we threaten that we will throw them out if he doesn’t pick them up and look after them.
Tonight we figured, since he doesn’t seem to mind getting told to go to bed, then we would force him to stay at the table.
He told us “Can’t eat dinner. Too tired” and we ignored him time after time.
This is how our new direction went tonight.
This is the first time Jaxon has ever fallen asleep at the table. I don’t think he even slept on the boob for those few short weeks we got to breast feed.
(side note: I wasn’t going to put that last photo up, given the position of his hand. But then, I just got all proud of him for doing it with his right hand So it stays, as a milestone post )
This afternoon Jaxon and I had to go and wait to see an ear, nose and throat doctor.
Jaxon is such a friendly, talkative kid that he’d made quite a few friends in there. He tell’s them all about the “new shoes” he has (the one’s we bought him back in January) and all about the rainbow he got to see today (the one he saw the day we went bowling) and all about how Daddy is at school.
He’s talking to this one lady about Daddy and he turns to me and he says “Mum…Dad at school??” and I say “Yes, Dad is at school practicing for exams ”
Then clear as day Jaxon repeats what he has heard. Only all he says is “Jam practice?”
The friends that he has made, and many of the various strangers that have been listening in on his conversations around the room all simultaneously erupt in to laughter. And it doesn’t stop when Jaxon continues on to say “got toast too Mum?”
Jaxon’s Nanny made him a rug.
This is what he does with it for some of the time.
The rest of the time it’s being lugged from room to room. He hides under it, he rolls on it. He sits on it. He loves it!
Thank you Nanny!
These past few weeks I’ve been getting in the habit of locking the car in the garage. Normally, we don’t do that. But for some reason, I’ve started doing it.
Perhaps it’s a gut feeling.
Perhaps it’s because I’ve seen those news reports where they tell us all about the three year old kid who took Mum and Dad’s car for a joy ride.
Perhaps, my son is just too clever. This is something I don’t need a lot of imagination for to see that Jaxon could be that child.
And it would be just my luck…to be THAT mother!
Jaxon is well and truly capable of going in to the garage undetected. He knows how to open the car. He knows what the keys do. He even knows how to open the garage door with the remote.
So yes. Now we lock the car and hide the keys away when we get home.
I’d rather my fifteen minutes of fame not come from Jaxon getting pulled over for speeding.
We went to see my Dad last week for a couple of days. He and I were busy out in the garage building things when I spotted this very cool tugboat shaped jar. Immediately I thought…FISH TANK!!
We bought Jaxon two gold fish. He has named them various things over the last few days. Memo (Nemo) seems to stick, but the other fish get’s delegated a different name each time we ask him. It’s been called “Daddy” and “Dago” (Diego) and “Dori”.
I’ll let you know when he’s settled on one name
Jaxon had his first Easter Egg Hunt at Nanny’s. I don’t know that he got it this year, though he was excited about finding eggs. I think next year with him will be a blast!
OK, OK. So I haven’t posted for AGES! And now my many fans are starting to notice. You should see the bags upon bags of hate mail we’re getting every day. You’d think the world was coming to an end. People should just learn to live without me
So you can rest easy knowing that I am in fact starting to feel a little like posting again. And to warm you in to my many words of wisdom and dribble I thought I’d share a few photo’s and perhaps a video or two of the last month or so when I’ve not bothered coming here to let you know I wiped my ass.
I did my first paid photo shoot for a friends family. It turned out OK, and it certainly taught me how hard it is to get four people (two of which were not so good at taking directions) to look at the camera at the same time.
I took Jaxon to a local skate park, just for shits and giggles. He had a ball climbing up and down hill’s.
I asked Jaxon what he wanted to do one day and this is what he wanted to do.
We spent a good hour of our morning looking through junk mail.
Jaxon fell in love with DORA!! Our friend works for the place that is doing the nation wide tour of Dora.
Jaxon and I went to the Silver Circus. He wasn’t that impressed until the Ball of Death came out. He thought the motor bike rider was Daddy
If you look just to the right of the “H” in the photo with the NO SMOKING sign in it, you’ll see Jaxon’s head popping out from behind the chairs. This was his way of spending the half hour intermission.
Testing….testing…one, two and three.
Yes, it seems the blog is still working. Perhaps it’s me that’s broken?
We’re finding that with this parenting thing we have peaks and troughs with who has dominance in the family. Mostly it’s us. But every now and then Jaxon up’s the antes and it takes a week or two to figure out how to deal with it.
So the last week he’s totally had it over us. But tonight I think we finally got it back (for now)
He didn’t eat his dinner. And he didn’t ask to leave the table. And normally, he might get away with that and maybe even get some kind of snack later on if he was hungry.
But tonight, we made a point. He got sent to his room twice. Preferring to play with Mack and Lightning McQueen than sit at the table with us.
In the end, he didn’t eat his dinner. But we made it very clear that after dinner there would be nothing else. And if he got hungry, then we would reheat his dinner for him.
I locked the fridge, I shut the pantry door. But two hours later when he found a bag of tiny teddies somewhere and wanted them I refused. I reheated his dinner.
He ate it.
Control. Bring it on Jaxon!
I must admit, that there was a little bit of guilt on my part, when the whole Dad getting stuck with the animals thing happened. A dog is for life, not just for Christmas… that kind of thing. I felt really bad that originally we’d just intended for him to have them while we lived with Nanny and Poppy and then all of a sudden we’re accepted to rent a house that doesn’t allow pets and he’s left with them.
We offered to find them all new homes. It wasn’t what we wanted but I wanted to make sure he got the chance to say, no, I can’t have them all.
But he wouldn’t have it. And now that I think about it, and see just how much he LOVES Dookie…I don’t think we were ever going to get them back.
Now Dad tells me that the minute Dookie first jumped out of our car when we arrived back from Queensland he KNEW this was his dog. He says that Dookie came bounding up to him and though we couldn’t hear it…Dookie was yelling out “Daddddyyy I found you!”
So if in a year, we move and we’re able to have them back…I don’t think I’d have the heart to separate them. Dad didn’t think he would ever have another dog after his last two Marley and Max died. He didn’t think he could love another dog as much as he did those two. But now he says that Dookie will be his last dog. And in a way, I’m glad I gave that gift to him. Dad, like me…has always loved dogs and from my point of view, they have made his life richer.
Dookie is in good hands.
Jaxon, until now, hasn’t been to the beach.
I was wondering how he’d like it, since he’s pretty funny about the pool sometimes.
But he loved it!
When I first met Tim way back when, I was partially living with an ex boyfriend of mine and his brother and girlfriend Michael and Kylie. As friends. Michael and I were very good friends…but when I met Tim it sort of became a little uncomfortable to be visiting an ex with a new boyfriend. So slowly (or rather quickly actually) I stopped visiting Bill (the ex) and as a result, I didn’t see Michael much anymore.
I hadn’t spoken to him for 7 years. But then, by chance and through the magic of “reply all” on one of Bill’s many rant email’s about the injustice that is having your license taken off you for multiple offences, Michael and I got back in contact.
Well it turns out that Michael and Kylie have been married, and built their own home. Which, I kid you not…is one street away from us! And Bill no longer lives with them. SO! We get to see each other again and we’re all very happy again.
Jaxon though, has taken a very strong liking to both Michael and Kylie. To the point of obsession.
He yells at us if we pass the little street that leads to their house on our way home.
He asks each and every morning if we’re going to see Michael and Kylie.
Sometimes, when he’s hurt himself and we’re trying to comfort him…he asks to see Michael and Kylie.
And when we visit them, he doesn’t want to leave!
On New Years Eve, I had to take Tim home because he’d had his injection and wasn’t feeling very well. So I told Jaxon that I was leaving and he was sitting at the kitchen bench having a drink next to Michael. All I got was a “Bye Mum” with a wave.
Tonight, when we were preparing to leave he was sitting on the step outside with us all chatting away to Michael. He was telling him, in a matter of fact kind of way that “Mummy and Daddy go home now” and we could see the “hmph, I guess that means I’ll have to go with them” in his posture. He was devastated that he had to leave!
Other than Nanny and Poppy I don’t think I’ve ever seen Jaxon so taken by any one person for longer than 3.2 seconds. It’s just amazing. He loves them to death! And might I say, it’s GREAT to have friends who are also so in love with Jaxon. They adore him. If Jaxon could have Godparents…Michael and Kylie would be top of the list!
