I’ve had a chance to go through the photos taken yesterday. There are some lovely ones of the children, however, the photo I love most is the one posted below. I thought it was funny at the park but it’s even more funny now.

The tree has boobs.

I need to get out more.

Now that I’ve got that out of my system. There really were some beautiful pics of the kids:

Poss.

Rhubarb.

Grub.

Three little faces.

Pudding on a duck hunt.

Well, we had such a fun day today that I thought I would post about it. Actually to be honest, it didn’t start off fun. Pudding and Grub woke early and Beefcake is tired and grumpy from a bit of overtime he’s been doing so no-one was all that cheery. And well, actually, Beefcake and I were having a bit of a disagreement yesterday that sort of carried over into today so that didn’t really help.

So, there’s this very awesome Sunday farmer’s market nearby that we have been going to (we went for the first time last week) and I wanted to go so we tried to get all showered and dressed. Now, Rhubarb had a rowing try out, for the school he’ll be attending next year, later in the morning so we were sort of pushed for time. This (of course) meant that no, Pudding did not want to get dressed but instead wanted to thrash around on the floor hysterically until “oooh, Daddy’s going to have a shower, I’ll have a shower”. So, fine Pudding has a shower and is just about calm and then it’s time to get out. Another half an hour or so of yelling and tantying and thrashing ensued. Issues that were causing a problem for Pudding were:
- I want to turn off the tap
- I want Daddy to get naked again and then get dressed with me (WTF)
- It’s all your fault Daddy
- I want to go shopping
- I want Daddy to cuddle me* (whilst Daddy was driving the car to Farmer’s Market)

Needless to say we were calm and relaxed when we arrived at said Farmer’s Market and headed around trying to grab what we needed in about 25 minutes. All of this with the undercurrent of grating tension between my lovely Beefcake and I, delightful.

We raced home, I gave Grub a quick feed and then we headed off to rowing. It was cool. Beefcake and I made up and Rhubarb was quite good. I soooo hope he likes it enough to do it next year. I think he’ll be good at it.

After rowing we headed home and had lunch then intended to hang for a while but we realised it was back to school tomorrow for the big kids. We wanted to do something fun for them so we bundled them into the car and headed for a National Park, which is only 15 minutes or so from our house.

It was great. The kids had a fabulous time and it felt so good to get out into the “bush”. We got some gorgeous pics of the kids and we all felt really energised by being surrounded by “nature” – can you tell were really outdoorsy types, hehe.

You see, this was brilliant on our part as we now have exhausted children who were happy to go to bed.

Ahhhhh. Peace.

*Note the slight Daddy obsession at the moment.

Hi there, right then. Yesterday’s post was good, it got me started without too much stress and now I feel I can make another post, I feel happy about it, cool, ok.

So, I’m a mother, a mother of four, count ‘em, four kids. My eldest, a boy, will be called Rhubarb for the purposes of this blog as that has been his nickname since he was a very small boy. He is now fast heading towards his 13th birthday (oh my fucking god) and is getting scarily big. Next is Poss, she just turned ten, she’s beautiful and imaginative and a just a little bit odd. Next is Pudding, he just turned 3, he’s beautiful and brings us all unbelievable joy every day but he is also completely insane, he’s practically feral, he’s really, really three. Finally, there is Grub. She is about four months old. She is divine. She spends practically her entire life in a sling against me or in my arms and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

You may have noticed there is a largeish gap between kids 1 & 2 and kids 3 & 4. That would be because I was married to someone else, he fathered Rhubarb and Poss, for that I am grateful -’nuff said.

This brings me to the love of my life, my darling husband, who for the purposes of this blog shall be called Beefcake. He’s not happy about that btw (long story, involving work Christmas drinks and drunken female coworkers) but I think it suits him so, there ya go!

I’m a SAHM, have been since I was heavily pregnant with Pudding. I have a university degree, which I’m not sure I want to use any more. I’ll have to figure out exactly what I want to do about that when I decide I want to work again, but for now, I just want to chronicle my kids lives and my thoughts in this blog and enjoy it.

OK, so this is my first ever blog post. You’ll have to bear with me as I am a little freaked out by this whole blog thing. You see, I want to blog, I think it’s a nifty idea to have a place to put down my thoughts and ideas and rant about things. I think that it will be good for me to have an outlet that can be anonymous(ish) and help me to just work through all my daily crap. The thing is, I am a very nervous person. The idea of writing something, myself, that will be from the mind of me, and putting it up on the internet for people to randomly access is scary. I’m scared, but I dare myself to do it. I dare myself because I have a theory that it will get easier and that by repeating the process of write, publish, hide under couch, I will overcome this feeling of freakoutedness which I currently find myself experiencing.

So, this is my first post. It says nothing. That’s OK, I might say something tomorrow.