Stuff to Do

is just one big ball of crazy.   In the last few years, I've been through more major life events than some people get in a lifetime.   Moving? (domestic and international) Tick. Tick, tick, tick, and tick. Pregnancy? Tick. Miscarriage? Tick. Divorce? Tick. Marriage? Tick. Buying a house? Tick. Death of beloved family members? Tick. Tick, Tick, Tick, and Tick. Getting in contact with my estranged brothers? Tick. Finding a half-brother who used to be my second cousin? Tick. Finding another nephew? Tick. Childbirth? Tick, Tick. Toddlerhood? Ticking.   I guess what I'm trying to say is that even though it seems like a lot when you look at it all at once, these things didn't happen all at the same time. And they've all refined me, to some extent. I'm such a different person than I used to be. I can play different songs on my daughter's toy xylophone. I know the words to Wiggles songs. I often go out with unidentified stains 

We've been extremely busy this week, hence the lack of posting. Monday morning, we went for a walk with our pram walking group, and afterwards one of the other mums brought her littlies to our house for morning tea. She stayed until lunchtime, which was really nice. Afternoon was spent cleaning while kids were asleep, in turns. Tuesday morning, I had a doctor's appointment at 9AM, followed by playgroup at 10, then the girls and I had lunch, a brief sleep, and immunisations for Pippa in the afternoon. Wednesday was supposed to be Bible Study, but I was feeling the effects of another late night, and needed to stay home and rest. So we did. Wednesday was also library night, but that was later in the day after I'd had lots of rest. (As if anyone can rest with a sneaky, curious toddler around!) We also took Charlie Brown to the Early Childhood nurse for a checkup, which was fine. She recommended leaving toilet training until summertime, and also not worrying about getting her to

And then last night happened. And I have no one to blame but myself. We went to my Bible study group, which was fine. Philippa is going through a bit of a growth spurt (?) or something, so she now wants to feed all the time. Not a problem, if a bit uncomfortable unless we're at home, sitting in bed, with the pillows. So we come home, put Philippa in her bassinet, and get lunch for Charlotte. Clean Charlotte up, chuck her in the cot, then sit down for a cup of tea. What? It's only been an hour - why is Philippa crying? Check the nappy - well okay, I'd not want to sleep in that either. Still crying. Up on the shoulder for some burping action. This baby can burp from either end like a grown man, but after 15 minutes, when my hand is going numb, nothing is produced. Okay. Still crying. Dummy? No freakin' way, Mum. Still crying. Okay, you win. Out comes the dairy, except that she is so frantic by now that she's all over the place and has trouble attaching.