Mum’s the Word

Following on with more exciting 1 year old news, B can now also say “mum”! It’s more of a short sharp and loud “mum”, but I’m going with it.

B has also grasped the concept of “no” quite well, although I don’t usually say “no” to him – I use “uh uh!” when he is doing something he shouldn’t. He uses the sounds “uh uh!” and “uh ohh” well enough. He often uses “uh uh!” or just “UHHHH!” in combination with shaking his head and waving his hands whenever I try to get him out of the bath. He loves bath time. He also uses “UH!” when one of his sibling gets in his personal space and tries to whack them, or uses that same sound when he is about to touch something he knows he shouldn’t – the cheeky little bugger!

I remember that C’s first word was “WOW!”, but to be honest I don’t remember what T and E’s first word was exactly. They all went through what I call a “wiggle wiggle” stage, which is the sound they make when had a dummy in their mouths. Well, not long now and B will be talking back to me like the rest of them! ;)

Cane Rocking Horse – Recycled!

rocking-horseA couple weeks ago I bought an old can rocking horse of a Facebook ‘Buy,Swap,Sell’ page. I’d never seen anything like it before, and it had a chair type seat rather than the traditional saddle seat of a rocking horse, ie. it had side and back support.

I told myself I would glue any bits that needed fixing and paint it, but once I got it home and had a good look at it I realised it need a new seat base. I was going to buy some cane webbing and re-do it that way, but that costs about $20 a sheet (plus postage, because nobody sells that stuff around here – what us country folk would do without eBay, I don’t know), and it also takes a little more time than I had planned to invest.

My mother gave me a lid off an old cane basket she had and told me to try gluing that on as a seat – and it worked! Well enough for now anyway. My mother is like McGuiver.

I went to Bunnings and picked up some Rustoleum spray paint that I’ve been hearing about for the last year or so. I got some light/bright bluey-green colour (obviously I am too lazy to check the name on the tin), and it cost me $10. This is much cheaper than the spray paint I bought to paint a metal bed with. I had gone to a paint store looking for Rustoleum and the salesperson assured me this other brand would work just as well. It did work okay, but now that I have tried the Rustoleum brand I can see what I chump I was to believe the word of a salesperson. This stuff works great!

I really should have taken a before picture. The cane was very weather-beaten, the colour of an old fence, covered in spider-webs and a touch of bird crap. But now it’s blue! With blue spider-webs and blue bird crap. Because I couldn’t be bothered cleaning it first (all that stuff is on the bottom anyway – “time-efficiency”!!).

I had planned to cover the seat with a cool fabric and maybe do a rag mane like you see on those crafty hobby-horses, but I’m not sure I’ll get around to it. IMG_4333

Like a Boss

boss babyI woke up this morning to the sound of Yo Gabba Gabba. Not unusual, as the kids always put the TV on the second they wake up (and, if they are feeling daring they might put the Xbox on – they are totally obsessed with Minecraft at the moment). However, this morning the TV was a little too loud for 6am, so I called out from my under my covers for “them” – whichever one it was – to turn it down. This didn’t happen, so I reluctantly dragged myself out of bed and into the living room, only to be greeted by some sort of Boss Baby, B, sitting there with the remote, kicking back watching TV.

B is one. God they learn these things earlier and earlier!

That’s right, B turned one this month. He has also a fine walker now, having taken his first steps in the weeks leading up to his birthday. My birthday. We share the same birthday.

It’s been a whole year. My baby is now a toddler.

Sleep in your own bed!

I’ve never had much luck with getting babies/kids to sleep, so I was surprised when Baby #4,  was easy to settle into a routine. Unfortunately, it wasn’t to be. Now I’m back to square one and I don’t know what to do!

All my children have slept in their cot from the beginning and B was no different. At bedtime I’d just tuck him in and he’d easily settle himself to sleep. He wakes up for his feed, then he’s straight back into the cot and settles again. I’m not sure what happened, but now things are different.

Ever since he was able to pull himself to stand in his cot, he just despises being in there. Even at nap times during the day now too. I put him in bed and he just cries, rolls over and gets up. Proceeding to wail until I collect him. And he can cry for a good hour.

The only time I can get him into his bed to sleep is when he is already asleep. Even then, he has to be well zonked in order to placed in bed. It’s like he has this built in height sensor, and can tell when he is being lowered and will wake up before he even touches the mattress!

He wakes up only once a night for a feed, but now once he is finished I cannot get him to go back to sleep in his own bed. I have a mattress on the floor next to his cot, just so I can lay down with him and get him back to sleep. It’s a habit I’m struggling to break.

In addition to this, I also have the other 3 kids alternating sleeping in my bed with me. So each night I go to my own bed, sharing with one of the 3 older kids, then in the middle of the night I switch to the babies room.

I think once B starts sleeping through the night I won’t have this issue anymore. But my other children didn’t start sleeping through until they were 2 years old! What will I do!? What would you do? When did your babies start sleeping through?

Only in my dreams – Part One

I have pretty screwed up dreams sometimes so I thought I would try to write one down. This is as far as I had time for today, but hopefully I can find time to write the rest before I forget what happened!

ON a grassy mountainside by a river, a small crowd was gathering. “Nothing is more persuasive than eating a part of a family member”, the man whispered to a young woman as he stood her at a fence. Opposite her, only a few meters away, stood a man with a knife.

“If he doesn’t agree to my terms, you will eat this and then he will probably cut it from your throat”, the man said, with a dirty smirk on his face. In the woman’s hand was a non-descript meat, wrapped in a thin pastry. She looked in despair to the man with the knife, silently pleading with him, telling him she had nothing to do with whatever was going on here, but he looked like he was ready to cut her throat in an instant, if it came to that. By the stubborn look on his face, you could tell he wasn’t about to agree to anything the first man had put to him. “I won’t do it!!” the woman shouted as she tried to run, but the first man grabbed her and threw her to the ground.

Struggling beneath the man, something in the sky caught her eye. A flash of white, that was getting bigger by the second. The woman screamed. “There’s something in the sky! It’s going to hit us!!!”, people in the small crowed began looking around. “I’m not falling for that”, the man said with disgust as the flash passed over them into the distance. Flash! Again, another white object came into view,  this time falling faster than before and directly the at them. The woman screamed again and thrashed violently in an attempt to get free. Moments later a huge piece of debris crashed into the earth only meters away, shaking the ground with its impact. People ran screaming as more flashes filled the sky and debris came raining down.

The woman  now free of her captor, began running up the mountain in the direction of the falling objects in an attempt to get through the place they were landing, but it was no use, it was too late. She ran back down again dodging hunks of metal as the crashed down all around her, and headed for the river.

The tree-lined riverside had been made into a make-shift village. Log huts and shelters were poorly built, as though no-one had planned on being here long-term. Not that it mattered now, as the village was about to be rained on by debris.  As the woman approached the  riverside she saw that  so far it was untouched, the hunks of metal had either sailed over the top of the village, or had been embedded too deep at the top of the mountain that it hadn’t  made it to the bottom. The impact of the falling objects, however, was no match for the poorly constructed shelters. The woman witnessed a family, who had been sitting at a sheltered table on the riverbank, slide right into the water, still in their seats. She ran to them and as she frantically tried pull the remains of the shelter off of the family, some bystanders came to help. With their assistance they were able to retrieve the family from the water.

Looking back to the sky, the woman could now see whole aeroplanes flying overhead, but not at a normal speed; they were falling. “I need to get out of here, now”, the woman thought to herself. She ran to a nearby hut that was partially intact and found a backpack. She grabbed some flasks of water and through it in the pack. The only way she could go now was along the river. The riverbank on the other side was impossible to climb out of and would only take her further into the landing place of debris, and those whole aeroplanes. She jumped into the water and swam to the other side and found herself a small crevice she could use as resting place. It was too muddy to climb, but she could hold herself there slightly out of sight.

Back on the mountainside a small aircraft came into view momentarily before seemingly disappearing. The woman watched as the ship made itself invisible, a ripple in the sky the only indicator it was still there. It began heading toward the riverside village.

Now terrified, the woman knew she had to hurry. Keeping as close to the riverbank as she could she let the current take her down the river. The village was still in sight when a ship crashed over the top of the mountain, still upright but dug deep into the earth. It slowed for a moment, but then began sliding down the mountainside towards the village, and the river. “When that ship reaches the river..”, the woman thought to herself and began swimming as fast as she could. She reached a bend where the river forks off into a small creek. She followed the creek, which soon dried out, and then she started to run. The creek bed went through an almost cave-like crevice in the hillside, with the entranced partially covered by trees. Passing through the trees she came across a small group of people.

They were instantly suspicious of her. It looked as though they had been hiding out there for a while. Without saying a word, the woman slowly took a flask out of her bag and offered it to the group. They cautiously accepted it, and then allowed the woman to enter. “We’re about to get flooded,” the woman said to the group, “we need to move now.”. Without hesitation, the group quickly gathered themselves and they all began to move. They ran out the other side of the crevice, out into relatively flat open fields. Looking back from the middle of the fields they could see the river water pouring out. They continued to run.

Suddenly a small plane appeared from over the hillside behind them and from around the side of the hill came a few men on horseback, heading straight for them. The plane flew low, and the men on horses began snatching people. The woman ran toward a tree hoping she could take shelter there, but a man grabbed her and pulled her onto his horse behind him, then threw her bag away. Still afraid, but glad to be heading further away from the flood waters and raining debris, she held onto the man as they rode across the fields.

The headed around a hill into a forested area and rode through the trees until the sounds of crashing began to quieten. They rode silently until they reached a clearing and a tower came into view. It was old, covered in moss and vines. The woman thought it looked as though it was partially constructed of children’s play equipment, with its bright colours, metal bars and plastic shapes.

“Wow..”, the woman said in awe of the unusual structure before her. The man turned his head to look at her, “You like it?..”, the man asked her in a confused tone. He slowed the horse to stop by the tower. “It looks like…fun? To climb, I mean.” said the woman, in an equally confused tone. It had been some time since she had considered something to be fun. It touched on a vague memory, but she shook it away.

“What’s going on?” she asked the man as helped her down off the horse. “I can’t tell you”, the man said as went inside the tower. She followed him inside and found that the tower had a very high tech set up inside. Lights, buttons, dials – it reminded her of a pilots cockpit.