Whoopxcited

What did you buy from kogan?
I asked while looking at emails.

Pause

Oh.
(it's my birthday soon)
I asked for something that goes clickety click.

Wheeeeee! I'm excited.

2 - tenandahalf

Well here goes! The weekly updates are starting again.

Feeling - happy but tired. All. The. Time. I'm so thankful for daytime naps. I've been lucky again to have a pretty well feeling first trimester apart from a bout of stomach bug last weekend. Feeling excited about smalls but knowing its a long way till march.

Eating - not much. Last weeks bug has made my appetite much smaller. But yes mum I am eating. Just not loads and not craving any unhealthy things which is good.

Sleeping - well between late night worry sessions, mid night bizarre dreams and early morning visits from a squishy girl in a onesie.

Thinking about - baby names. We are sold on girls but so lost when it comes to boys.

He hears. He answers.

There have been so many beautiful things about the news of our little Smalls.
Things that make me weep and laugh.
Things that make me stand in awe of how lucky I am.

But I know it isn't luck. It's not by chance that I am where I am.

You might know our story.
We were told it was unlikely we would have children but because we were young there was more hope.
I cried for the children I thought I may never hold.
I cried out to God, not to give me what I wanted but to make me content with what I got.
I asked him first to make me content and then I told him the desires of my heart.

And that good God, He listened.
He listened.
And listened.

When I felt as though I was speaking into a void, He listened.
Biding his time. Waiting for the right moment.

And then, He answered. At youth camp. Two pink lines. A ray of hope. A little one to call my own.
She grew, and grew, and grew and I felt the tug once more.
Could I be lucky again?
But I know it isn't luck. It's not by chance that I am where I am.

I cried and I wept and I pleaded.
I forgot.
I forgot about the last time when He listened and listened.
I forgot about the last time when he heard and answered. When he stilled my aching heart and gave me hope.
I forgot that He knows good and He knows me better than I do.

But.
Once again. He answered. At youth camp. Two pink lines. A ray of hope. A small one to call my own.

How I sat in awe of His goodness. His goodness to silly old me who forgot.
Silly old me who pleaded like a child who had never seen goodness before.
But he hears. He listens. He delights in answering us.

A prayer for that night.
You hear your little children.
Thankyou God, for answering our prayers.

here's looking at you kid

Here are the first pictures of our Smalls.

Doesn't that little cloudy mass of sweet baby just warm the cockles of your heart?
Just me?

We went along to our first ultrasound thinking we were almost eight weeks along and found out we were only six weeks and four days. Which puts Smalls due date the day before Lucys.
I'm thinking March is going to become the party month!

All is well so far. I was pretty glad there is only one small fry in there. I kept having images of twins. Doable but a bit full on.

One little dancing panda baby.

How to make a girl smile

you're going to want to see this

here is a little terribly made video that I'm sure you'll want to see.

Go on. I dare ya!

And if you like it you could vote for us.

It ain't what it used to be

We went to feed the ducks yesterday.
It was not how I remembered it.
As we scattered bread into the pond along came the cute little duckies...

And the swooping seagulls
And the pesky pidgeons.

It is quite unpleasant to be surrounded by birds. Takes me back to year ten English and Alfred Hitchcock.

Lucy wasn't fazed.
She just ate the bread.

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to bed

We're thinking about beds in our house at the moment.
It's been taking a loooong time to get the little one to sleep lately. Like 2+ hours long.
Ugggh!

Anyway, its got us thinking tht maybe it's time for a bed upgrade?

Have you had two hour sleepy problems?
Did a change of scenery help/hinder?
What do you think of bunks vs beds?

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shopaholic

Lucy and I go grocery shopping every week.
It's one of my favourite things to do.

I remember going shopping with my dad when I was little. I would ride in the trolley and we would pick out all the things we were going to buy.
As I got older, Dad would have me get a bag of apples or the best value packet of cheese.
It was a really great way to learn how to shop.

So now, I'm passing it all on to Lucy.
I give her the groceries and she drops them into the trolley behind her.
She does quality control on the grapes and drops mushrooms into the bag.
She requests lots of cheese and insists on dipping her hands into the ice that cushions fruit salad and freshly squeezed orange juice.
She loves a slice of banana bread for a treat if she has been good.

She smiles at all the people
but sometimes has a little meltdown.

When we get to the counter she loves to use my card and press all the buttons on the eftpos machine.
And when we have to go, she gets a bit sad.*

The best part of the trip is a ride on the escalator.
Again and again and again.