30 January 2012

School ... almost

I took MissyMoo1 (5) to school today for her Best Start session with her teacher. It's a one-on-one session where the teacher and child do a few activities together so the teacher can learn a bit more about the child and what s/he can do before school begins. MissyMoo1's school is doing this all week with the kindy kids and then they start school next Monday.

MissyMoo1 was very excited and really enjoyed the session. She loves her teacher and her classroom and she can't wait to start next week. When we arrived, she saw all the bigger children playing in the playground (grades 1 to 6 started today) and she was happy when I told her she would be able to play there at lunch time next week.

Part of me just wants next week to roll up so we can get on with it, as the school preparation has been creeping along for a few months now. But that's just me being a bit excited about it all. I am actually very happy about the way things are right now and I think it's great that the children are introducted to different aspects of school gradually, as it's such a major life event for them. I'm glad the school is taking the time for the teachers to be able to spend time with the students individually before classes begin. I'm glad to prolong this phase of my life with all my children at home, even if it's just for another week. And I'm glad to have a bit more time to get organised - I haven't labelled any of her uniform yet (but at least I have adjusted the length - I surprised myself there, as I'm usually a huge procrastinator with sewing)!

28 January 2012

Movie Night

Last night Hubby and I watched a movie together without ads or interruptions.

It doesn't sound too exciting except that I can't remember the last time I watched a movie from beginning to end without being pulled away for one reason or another.

So last night was the night. After we put the big MissyMoos to bed we went to our room and watched the movie on the tv in there. MissyMoo3 (4 months) was with us but I just held and fed her, so she was no trouble. She was asleep for most of it.

We watched "Horrible Bosses". Hubby wasn't sure if I would like it; he thought there might have been too much swearing in it for my liking. But I only don't like my kids hearing swearing - in the context of the movie, I thought it was really funny! The movie was cringe-worthy in parts, just because of all of the stupid situations they got themselves into, but I thought it was great, very funny.

A great movie with great company on a big(enough) screen without having to leave the house - can't beat that on a Friday night (well, actually, I'm sure you can, but not when you have three little kids in the house!).

27 January 2012

Australia Day

Yes, I'm a day late, but I did have a lovely Australia Day.

In the morning Hubby, the MissyMoos and I went out and ate hot chips by the lake. MissyMoo1 (5) and MissyMoo2 (2) loved feeding the seagulls and running around on the grass.

In the afternoon, we went to a friend's place to hang out. It was relaxing and lots of fun. Great conversation with friends we've known forever and now that we all have kids, it was a scene I'd been looking forward to for years: the parents hanging out while our kids played in the backyard. And, to top it all off, there were no unmanageable meltdowns from MissyMoo3 (4 months).

To continue with the Australia Day theme, I lifted this from a friend's Facebook status:


  •  You believe that stubbies can be either drunk or worn.
  • You're liable to burst out laughing whenever you hear of Americans "rooting" for something.
  • You pronounce Melbourne as 'Mel-bin'.
  • You believe the 'L' in the word 'Australia' is optional.
  • You can translate: 'Dazza and Shazza played Acca Dacca on the way to Maccas.'
  • You believe it makes perfect sense for a nation to decorate its highways with large fibreglass bananas, prawns and sheep.
  • You think 'Woolloomooloo' is a perfectly reasonable name for a place.
  • You're secretly proud of our killer wildlife.
  • You believe it makes sense for a country to have a $1 coin that's twice as big as its $2 coin.
  • You understand that 'Wagga Wagga' can be abbreviated to 'Wagga' but 'Woy Woy' can't be called 'Woy'.
  • You believe that cooked-down axle grease makes a good breakfast spread. You've also squeezed it through Vita Wheats to make little Vegemite worms.
  • You believe all famous Kiwis are actually Australian, until they stuff up, at which point they again become Kiwis.
  • Beetroot with your Hamburger... Of course.
  • You know that certain words must, by law, be shouted out during any rendition of the Angels' song 'Am I Ever Gonna See Your Face Again' And "Living next door to Alice".
  • You believe that the confectionery known as the Wagon Wheel has become smaller with every passing year.
  • You believe that the more you shorten someone's name the more you like them. 
  • You understand that 'excuse me' can sound rude, While 'scuse me' is always polite.
  • You know what it's like to swallow a fly, on occasion via your nose.
  • You know it's not summer until the steering wheel is too hot to handle and a seat belt buckle becomes a pretty good branding iron.
  • Your biggest family argument over the summer concerned the rules for beach cricket.
  • You shake your head in horror when companies try to market what they call 'Anzac cookies'.
  • You still think of Kylie as 'that girl off Neighbours'.
  • When working in a bar, you understand male customers will feel the need to offer an excuse whenever they order low-alcohol beer.
  • You know how to abbreviate every word, all of which usually end in -o: arvo, combo, garbo, kero, metho, milko, muso, rego, servo, smoko, speedo, righto, goodo etc.
  • You know that there is a universal place called "woop woop" located in the middle of nowhere...no matter where you actually are.
  • You know that none of us actually drink Fosters beer, because it tastes like shit. But we let the world think we do. Because we can.
  • You have some time in your life slept with Aeroguard on in the summer. Maybe even as perfume.
  • You've only ever used the words - tops, ripper, sick, mad, rad, sweet - to mean good. And then you place 'bloody' in front of it when you REALLY mean it.
  • You know that the barbecue is a political arena; the person holding the tongs is always the boss and usually a man. And the women make the salad.
  • You say 'no worries' quite often, whether you realise it or not.
  • You understand what no wucking furries means.
  • You've drank your tea/coffee/milo through a Tim Tam.
  • You own a Bond's chesty. In several different colours.
  • You know that roo meat tastes pretty good, But not as good as barra. Or a meat pie.
  • You know that some people pronounce Australia like "Straya" and that's ok.
  • You have a thong tan...not on your arse!
  • And you will forward this list to other Australians, here and overseas, realising that only they will understand!!!
Happy Australia Day!

24 January 2012

Night time is for sleeping, get it.

Last night was what I consider the first real test of our new living arrangements. To recap, Hubby and I have our bedroom downstairs while the MissyMoos sleep upstairs. The main downside we had foreseen was my having to get up through the night to feed MissyMoo3 (3 months). The monitor works well, so I can hear the MissyMoos when they need me - it's just the actual getting up which is made slightly more difficult by the stairs on a bad night.

At around 12:30am I woke up to MissyMoo2's (2) screams. They were the kind of screams which could easily have been heard without the monitor, but with the monitor on, it was like hearing them in surround sound. I sprung up, hoping I could get to her and calm her down before she woke the others. She was standing near the gate at the stairs, wailing. I scooped her up, held her tight and took her to bed. I wiped away her tears and swept her hair out of her eyes with my fingertips. I can fit in her single bed with her so I lay next to her. MissyMoo2 was wide awake for quite a while. It was a hot night and I was extremely uncomfortable with my little hot water bottle next to me! I must have dozed off though because it was about an hour later when I got up and went back to my bed.

About two hours later, MissyMoo3 (3 months) woke for her feed. She's such a good girl. It was all done after about half an hour.

A bit after 5am, MissyMoo2 called out again. I thought she'd said "I can't find my dummy" so I went up ready to help her out. She was lying in her bed, dummy in hand saying happily: "I find my dummy!" Happy for her, but annoyed that I had gotten up, I couldn't contemplate going back downstairs, so I made a beeline for the couch. I switched the stairs light off so I could sleep, as it's near the couch, resulting in more yells from MissyMoo2 (too dark). So it was back to her room to open up her curtains, as dawn was beginning to break. I finally collapsed on the couch when I heard The Fat Cat begin to climb the screen nearby. I let out a moan and just thought, "ignore her, Hubby will feed her when he gets up". Phew, night over.

At least the couch is comfy.

23 January 2012

MissyMoo3's special day

On the weekend, MissyMoo3 was baptised. We had family and close friends along to share it with us, some from far away and others from just down the road.

It was a big day. I didn't realise how intense it was until we had some down time at home afterwards. It wasn't wedding intense, with months of build-up and a loooong day, but still full-on in a different way. It was a special day for somebody else, but for somebody who is completely dependent upon us and won't remember it herself. So the responsibility fell to Hubby and I to not only make is as special and memorable as we could, but to record that for MissyMoo3. Luckily we had some help in the photo and video taking department!

The baptism took place at our local church. We've been going there for five years now, since we moved here, and the other MissyMoos were baptised there too so it was nice and very comfortable for us all. It was a full house - six babies / children were baptised that morning including our MissyMoo3 so it was noisy and went for a little while, but I love seeing a church full of people - much better than an empty one.

Rather than having the conventional one Godmother and one Godfather as her older sisters did, MissyMoo3 has two Godmothers. They are two wonderful women who have become close friends of ours in a relatively short space of time and I have no doubt they will be fantastic role models and guides to my little girl throughout her life. Remember Gina from MissyMoo3's birth story? She is one of MissyMoo3's Godmothers :-)

After the ceremony, we went to a local club where we had hired out a room. We had some finger food and cake, great conversation and the kids had a great time running around and being as rowdy as they wanted to be. MissyMoo3 received some beautiful gifts which we opened there. And best of all, no cleaning up at the end!

It was such a special day and made all the more memorable for our whole family as all of the MissyMoos' Godparents were there. MissyMoo1's are Uncle J and Aunty J; MissyMoo2's are Zio P and Zia V; and MissyMoo3's are Gina and B. As they are all from different sides of the family and outside the family, getting them all together in the one room is not something we expect will happen too often.

The gown

My grandparents bought this gown for my cousin's baptism 33 years ago. My cousin wore it, I wore it, my sister wore it and MissyMoo1 (5), MissyMoo2 (2) and MissyMoo3 all wore it. What a lovely family tradition.

The bib and candle

The bib was provided by the parish and put on MissyMoo3 during the baptism ceremony. The parish also provided a different candle, but Gran got this one for MissyMoo3 so we used it instead.

It was a very special occasion for MissyMoo3 and our little family. We're very lucky to have so many wonderful people in our lives.

21 January 2012

Fiorello - back in time to 1993

I've been loving You Tube lately. Since we've had the computer in our lounge room after rearranging the house, we've been taking advantage of having the internet at our fingertips by playing old songs from You Tube clips.

One which I searched and listened to today I couldn't help sharing here: Fiorello - Puoi

I heard this on my first trip to Italy in 1993. I was 12 years old and had a few cousins in their early twenties who I looked up to. Despite the language barrier, they were warm, caring and friendly. One of them, I can't remember which, gave my sister and I a tape of Fiorello's album "Spiagge e lune" and this song, "Puoi" was my favourite on the tape. When we returned home I would listen to it over and over again. I just loved the music itself as well as the memories it evoked of an amazing trip we'd had on the other side of the world.

20 January 2012

Indulgent morning tea part 2

We went out for gelato this morning. Don't worry, MissyMoo1 (5) and MissyMoo2 (2) got one each too!

I love it that there's a place locally that sells actual gelato, and chocolate gelato at that. I love chocolate gelato - perfect on a summer's day! (Actually I've even eaten it in winter - on a trip to Italy seven years ago, the fact that it was the middle of winter didn't stop me visiting a gelateria at every available opportunity!)

Indulgent morning tea

Hubby bought me Tim Tams, mmm. After making MissyMoo1 (5) and MissyMoo2 (2) eat bananas for morning tea, I sat down to this. What?! I'm a parent, I'm allowed to create double standards! Anyway, I'm breastfeeding (my excuse for many things at the moment).

Seconds after taking this photo, I was sprung by the big girls!

19 January 2012

Hip Hip Hooray!

MissyMoo3 (3 months) got her pavlik harness off today, yippee!!

I had thought about blogging yesterday in anticipation of the appointment, recording my hopes and fears. But I didn't. Yesterday I didn't want to think about any of it. I was too worried that things might not go well. I was worried that the harness might have to stay on for a few more weeks or, worse still, that MissyMoo3 would be put into a fixed brace.

This morning arrived and I tried not to let myself think about the possibility of having a harness-free baby. At this morning's first nappy change, I caught myself at the beginning of a thought about how easy it would be to change nappies without the harness on. But I didn't let it linger, just in case.

AtMissyMoo3's ultrasound I didn't look at the screen where the sonographer measured the angles, instead, I concentrated on keeping MissyMoo3 calm and distracted. At the end, the sonographer mentioned that things had improved so, having been given this opening, before being able to check myself I asked: "Are the angles close to 60 degrees?" and her reply was that they were around 60 degrees.

The magic 60 degrees.

A smile escaped onto my mouth.

But there was still an hour until the appointment and the doctor would probably be running late so I didn't allow myself to think on it. It was a mammoth exercise in self-control but I knew that if I even let a tiny drop of hope to linger, it would attract another, then another, and build up to something that would end in a waterfall of tears if the outcome wasn't as I had hoped. So I fed MissyMoo3 and read a book to pass the time, not entertaining original thoughts of any kind. Then Hubby arrived and we made our way to the doctor's appointment together.

Finally, after almost an hour of waiting past the appointment time, we received the news we were so longing to hear. The ultrasound was normal. Her hips felt fine.


It has only been a few hours but oh my how I have enjoyed them. So many small blessings.

I have fed her normally and held her close to me. She seemed so comfortable and at ease. Her soft little body fits so cosily into mine. Oh the cuddles! Nappy changes are so easy now - no manouvring under straps. She had a bath at home and thoroughly enjoyed it. After her bath I dressed her in a pretty outfit she received as a gift and had not been able to wear. I gleefully looked through her chest of drawers at all of the cute little outfits which no longer have to be buried under "wearable" clothing - it's all wearable now.

Another happy thought: MissyMoo3 will be harness-free for her Baptism.

Aah, It feels like I have my baby back. And she seems huge - now that her legs are stretched out she looks so much taller.

I have noticed lately that the fog over my eyes, mind and mood has been gradually thickening. I was aware of it, but I couldn't do anything to stop it. I had been on edge, just getting through day by day, feeling that I was trying my best (most of the time) but that it was not good enough. When the harness came off, it really felt like the fog had lifted. Everything was clear; I was seeing my baby again. My beautiful MissyMoo3, not hidden behind a contraption of treatment - just her.

I felt joy.

I also felt pride. I've said it in my head so much that I have three children, but this afternoon I really saw my family with three children; not two children and a baby in a harness. For 11 weeks now, Hubby and I have been looking forward to this day. Now it has come, and we can put that hurdle behind us and get on with enjoying these crazy kids a bit more easily.

16 January 2012

Poor blanket

The big, soft, cosy blanket which I lovingly knitted for MissyMoo2 (2) when she was born suffered a mishap this evening. I'm not quite sure how it happened but it got a really big ladder in it - the wool was pulled out and two rows are now really close together. I have a feelingMissyMoo2's plastic Dora the Explorer doll's hand or foot may have been involved...

I'd be lying if I said I wasn't upset about it. After all, a lot of time, effort and love went into making it just right. But, it serves me right for knitting something with such loose tension for a child. It's still fine to use, it's just that it has seen better days.

On the upside, I now have a "brilliant" (i.e. fairly simple and functional) idea for my next knitting project. I won't say too much more just yet - I'm still thinking it through ;-)

15 January 2012

Moving (in)house

When we were preparing for MissyMoo3's arrival, Hubby and I toyed with the idea of re-arranging the house to fit everyone in a bit better. But, for the sake of our sanity, we decided not to do anything straightaway, and to just see how things panned out after MissyMoo3 was born.

Yesterday, for the sake of our sanity, we rearranged the house.

Hubby and I now have our bedroom downstairs in what was our second living area. This has meant that the MissyMoos now each have their own bedroom upstairs. This in turn has meant a lot less clutter in the lounge room, as the toys have been divided between the three children's bedrooms. I love it!

As part of the move, MissyMoo2 (2) has now moved on from her toddler bed into a big girl bed! And the toddler bed has been transformed back into a cot for MissyMoo3 (3 months). No more bassinet!

It was an exercise requiring a lot of planning and preparation and it all went well on the day. Hubby and Par did a lot of lifting of furniture up and down the stairs, Nonna looked after the MissyMoos and I moved some not-so-heavy stuff. Then MissyMoo1 (5) and MissyMoo2 went over to Nonna and Par's for a sleep-over so Hubby and I could carry on with organising all the rooms.

It was so weird sleeping in a different room. Good weird. It felt like we were in a different, bigger house. Going upstairs to feed MissyMoo3 through the night wasn't too bad either. There will be some inconveniences, but I think it will be good for us in many ways. And, after only a day, it feels like my legs are more toned already!

12 January 2012

Little Cinderella

It was a lovely sunny day today, so this afternoon I had the idea that we might eat our dinner on the back deck. I mentioned it to MissyMoo1 (5) and MissyMoo2 (2) and they were both very excited. As soon as I said it though, I realised it would be more work, as the outdoor table really needed a clean.

Then I had a revelation to use a labour-saving device of which I don't take nearly enough advantage: my eldest child. She is always begging to use the spray bottle, but she goes a bit overboard inside so don't usually let her. But outside it's a different story. So out she went with a spray bottle full of water & white vinegar and a roll of paper towels - she had a great time and she did a great job, for a five-year-old.

While she was cleaning she called out excitedly: "Mum, I feel just like Cinderella!" And afterwards she got to play dress-ups - a bit like Cinderella.

... and another step back ...

Another outing, another meltdown. Poor MissyMoo3 (3 months), the little pumpkin gets so worked up and then we can't settle her. That's five days / outings in a row. She's pretty good at home though. I think we might stay home for the next few days.

08 January 2012

Step forward, step back

Just when I think I'm getting the hang of having another new baby and managing leaving the house, I have an outing like today.

Let's just say we had to leave Uncle J's restaurant birthday lunch early because of a hot, tired, uncomfortable, screaming MissyMoo3. We knew it would be difficult, but preparation didn't make it any easier.

I felt completely useless, a feeling amplified by the stares and attention of complete strangers. At least Hubby eventually managed to calm her down.

She's much happier at home.

Too hot for clothes...

... so I'll just sleep on Mummy in my harness thanks.

07 January 2012

Trolls - they're cute ... in an ugly kind of way

Anyone remember these? I found them in a cupboard today. They were all the rage when I was in early high school. Now the MissyMoos enjoy playing with them.

Big bath day

On Thursday, I took MissyMoo3 (3 months) to the hospital for her bath, as we are not allowed to take her harness off and bathe her at home. We do this weekly, but I don't think I've described the experience before so here we go:

Nonna came over in the morning to look after MissyMoo1 (5) and MissyMoo2 (2) so I didn't have to take all three MissyMoos with me. But about half an hour before we had to leave, MissyMoo1 begged to come too. As she's usually pretty helpful, I agreed to take her. So MissyMoo2 got Nonna all to herself! MissyMoo1 quickly ate her breakfast, got dressed and then off we went.

Thankfully, at this time of year there is not really a peak hour, as a lot of people are on holidays. We managed the trip in a cruisy 35 minutes and found a car park with no trouble at all. MissyMoo1 and I had a lovely chat in the car while MissyMoo3 slept. It was really nice to have some one-on-one time with MissyMoo1.

Once at the hospital, we made our way to the paediatric physiotherapy department. Our physio took MissyMoo3's harness off and I did the honours with her nappy. MissyMoo3 was then weighed - she had put on 300g in a week! And that was after 200g the week before! I believe it too, she's always feeding :-)

Then it was bath time. I put MissyMoo3 in the baby bath and she nearly took up the whole bath, my adorable growing girl. MissyMoo1 and I washed her together, while she smiled and did huge kicks in the water, taking full advantage of her new-found freedom. By the time her bath was over, the front of my shirt was all wet and there were big puddles on the floor.

I dried MissyMoo3, put on her nappy and then the physiotherapist put a clean harness on her. The poor bub wasn't impressed. She kicked and struggled as she does every week, but the last couple of weeks have been a little easier, as I have been able to distract her from crying by chatting to her. Before that, it was always a full-on scream-a-thon and only a feed would calm her down.

I then put her clothes on over the top of the harness and all was done for another week. Aah.

04 January 2012

A little bit of baby blue

I had some wonderful news this morning. My cousin in Italy (well actually she's my mum's cousin but she's not much older than me - we'll call her Cugina C) just had her first baby - a little boy! He was born a month early so it was a little unexpected, but everyone is doing well. And they called him Francesco - nice name!

Even though they're on the other side of the world, I was so excited to hear the news. Cugina C and I have seen each other and hung out a few times over the years, the last time being three years ago when Nonna, MissyMoo1 and I went over to Italy for her wedding. And now they have a baby :-)
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