“A portrait of our children, once a week, every week, in 2013.”
Did I mention the twins are STILL teething?
It’s been two months of hell. They don’t sleep, they don’t eat and they won’t wean. (Or stop biting). Hence the lack of written blog posts.
Sometimes I fantasise about hitching up our Airstream and skipping town. Just for one night of unbroken sleep…
“A portrait of our children, once a week, every week, in 2013.”
Our children don’t play with toys. We’ve given up buying them these days.
They have an amazing ability to make their own fun out of the most mundane items.
I just wish: a) they weren’t so destructive and b) they would learn to pick up after themselves!
“A portrait of my children, once a week, every week, in 2013.”
“A portrait of my children, once a week, every week, in 2013.”
It’s been a hard week. Cranky, teething, sick kids = a tired, cranky mum.
“A portrait of my children, once a week, every week, in 2013.”
With three demanding little ones, its impossible to commit to a daily project (like some of the fabulous 365 collections out there) but I’m definitely up for this smaller challenge.
A photo a week, times three. That’s still a lot of photographs.
(I’m a late joiner, so there will be two posts this week).
We finally have our Airstream out of Quarantine. Hooray.
She’s a little beaten up from the sea trip and has some aesthetic issues, but nothing too major.
The kids had their first play in her today and it was a complete nightmare.
They all fought over the LED lights.
The twins climbed into the bathroom sink, opened the oven, pulled off the bedroom fly-screen and generally wreaked havoc before setting their minds on escape.
To sum it up. Not child proof. Oh what a small space. OMG. What the hell are we thinking?
Happy first Birthday to my darling little boys.
This is the first chance I’ve had to say it – I’ve spent most of the week cradling your flu-ridden little heads on my chest and covered in snotty green slime and festy yellow pus.
Thank you for a wonderful, topsy turvy, magical year and for teaching me how strong I am and capable of loving, even with only two hours sleep. Your cheeky smiles and sweet kisses make it all worth it.
To watch how you interact with each other – already fighting over the same toy, lovingly stroking each others heads and holding hands, competing for me to pick you up first, racing each other up the hallway, laughing hysterically at your sister – is incredible. Your papa and I are very lucky to have you in our lives.
Please will you start sleeping through the night now? Love Mama xx
“It does sound like they have teamed up to form a gang of evil super villains who suck life, destroy souls and deprive mummy of sleep. So if you want me to hate them I will.”
I am still chuckling over some of the responses I received to my sleep-deprived rant threatening to give my children away.
No, please don’t hate them. I don’t. Ever.
Sometimes they’re fun. And they’re certainly happy little super villains.
It has been one of those months.
The kids have barely slept. The most sleep I’ve managed in a row is two hours. In total about five hours of broken sleep a night.
The twins are teething and they’ve developed separation anxiety. J is suddenly scared of the dark. Did I mention that makes three whiny, whingey, crying children waking me up at night? And they’ve been doing a brilliant job of tag-teaming.
No wonder it has taken me almost a month to decide on a fabric colour for the dinette cushions in our Airstream. I can’t make a decision to save myself. I feel so cranky I just want to scream at the world, “why didn’t you warn me children are blood sucking leeches?”
To get through this, I’ve started taking more photos. I barely have time to reach for my camera these days, but I’m making a concerted effort to capture some of the fun moments to remind myself that: a) my kids aren’t always rabid and b) I don’t want to give them away.
