Getting to know your Husband after Kids
I met Mr Point Five in September 2006. We were engaged the following April, pregnant in June, married in December and with child the following March. If you do the math we had only known each other for 18 months before we were thrown into being new parents. We only went out club dancing once, we never did karaoke, went to one ball (but I was preggers and we were home by 11pm), never went camping, never got drunk together, never played a board game together (except one game of scrabble but he cheats so we don’t do that anymore) or...
What if Today was the last day you had?
I was watching the News last night and I haven’t been able to stop thinking today about one of the stories. It was about a young man who got pushed out of a window in a Pub and died. Over a year later, his parents were being interviewed. They said “we love our son more deeply now than we ever have“. I cant stop those words going round and round in my head. How sad is it that you can love your child more when they are gone? I want to love my child to the absolute height,...
Rising six and breaking hearts.
This is our G Man. He is now rising six. He is a little sweetheart, our good child, our angel. He loves to have rules to follow and is eager to please. We have never had to discipline him, so very different to his little brother who is just plain mischief and pushes all our buttons! He has severe dyspraxia which we initially thought was ASD and we had him assessed when he was three. Some of the traits which led us to these thoughts were behaviours brought on by his inability to communicate due to his dyspraxia; shyness,...
Ten Things I love about my Husband.
Now I know I bag out Mr Point Five quite relentlessly on this blog. In fact, my Father in Law recently asked how my blog was going. I said it was going just dandy, thanks for asking. He asked if my latest post was another bad story about his son. I assured him it was – after all, where the fodder lies…… BUT There is nothing quite like hosting our little big boys fifth Birthday Party in the rain that makes me appreciate my husband more. After a emotionally tumultuous 18 months with my Dad and losing my BFF,...
Rising Five
This Little BIG Boy….. This is G Man who is rising five. Over the past few weeks it seems he has grown so much, it makes my heart swell with pride. But lately, every time we call him our little boy, little angel, little guy, little lamb in conversation, he immediately corrects us with “I’m not little, I’m a BIG BOY. Every. Single. Time. Doesn’t miss a beat. This coming from my sweet baby, who still needs a band-aid for a sore finger breaks my heart. When did he get so big and how does he know, just now, that he...
My Marriage is as good as my box of chocolates…
I think the MOST important test when it comes to long term living compatibility with a partner is chocolate. Specifically, what ones you like and what ones they don’t. For marital bliss, these two things need to be the SAME. Chocolate is what makes everyone feel better. When we get given a box of chocolates as a gift it is win-win on all accounts and I LOVE that! No leftover chocolates and you always get the ones you want. I love cherry ripe. He doesn’t. He loves anything caramel. Yetch. I adore peppermint. He doesn’t. He loves peanut brittle. Tastes burnt to me....
TROUBLE with a capital J!
This little boy is trouble! Thursday nights in Cranbrook the Sports Club does Fish and Chips. Its the only place in town to eat apart from the pub which is overpriced and underspiced so we go every week if hubby isn’t working. Mr Point Five says its my “night off” – isn’t he chivalrous??!? Now some may ask why I don’t just go with the boys, even if Hubby is working and to that I say ARE YOU FREAKING CRAZY??? Do you not remember THIS from early this year??? Yeah well, he is still that same boy – TROUBLE – and I wouldnt go sans hubby if you...
Stop Hubby snoring in four easy steps!
The snoring night dance – you all know how it goes. You go to bed, kiss each other good night, he puts his earplugs in and you roll back to back. The first few hours are OK, you are both desperately tired so you fall into a deep slumber but something, you don’t know what, disturbs you at about 1am and you are awake. You are acutely aware that your husband is flat on his back and has morphed into a rabid snoring monster Your eardrums are assaulted in no regular pattern that could possibly be soothing. The blend of chainsaw and choking...
I had a person….
I had a person. A Christina to my Meredith. We were both only children and yet we were each others sister. We had known each other since my Dad accosted her on my first day of High School at the train station. She was wearing my school uniform and my Dad asked her if she would “take me to school”. She had been riding the rails solo for many years and Im not sure what she thought of me needing an escort. Even though she was still in Junior School and it was my first year in High School, she showed...
Fields of Gold in my Backyard
I have been in love with the colour yellow for a very long time. You cannot possibly be grumpy whilst standing in a field of yellow. Yellow makes me smile. If I won the lotto, I would buy a lemon-yellow Monaro. I sniff with delight when the first, if a little overenthusiastic, wattle tree comes into bloom in late winter and gape in amazement for the rest of spring at her glory and beauty. I could drink in the blooms forever, the soft powder puffs nuzzled against my cheek. I would fill my house with them, if thy would...