Teeth boobs and words

I have yet again been very slack with this diary. I read in awe of Averil's diary and the fact that she always has entries every week. Ugh I am a hopelessly slack blogger.

Dylan now has 15 teeth not that he will let me touch look at or clean them. After months of battling with him to let me clean his teeth I had started to wrap him up after his bath in his towel and brushing them around the screams and the wriggling, it was all too hard. I did try giving it to him in the bath, having me and hubby do it at the same time, etc, I have now resorted to using a dab of children's toothpaste on the brush and he does a little scrub scrub but mostly just eats the yummy minty fresh paste, sigh! I wnat to protect his darling little teeth. Dylan is still to get one more eye tooth and his 2 year old molars and then it will be over, the snotty nose, the bad nights, the moodiness, yay, bring on the end of teething.

I finally weaned Dylan off his morning "mumma boobie" time last weekend and it has been hard on both of us. I used a combination of distraction and bribery to do it. I was hoping he would wean himself but it became apparent that he loved mumma's pillas too much. The first day was ok he didn't seem too fazed but pretty much every day since he has asked for the boobie in his Dylan way, by pulling at my top or just pointing to them, and he does get a bit sad about it. Me too. I have had a few tears about giving it up but it was time. I feel as though my body is hanging on to weight that it doesn't need so it was time to stop. My boobs though have been sore since day two which is very annoying especially because I like to spend some of my night sleeping on my tummy and Dylan doeslike to climb all over me and poke me and that hurts. I didn't think they would continue to be sore for so long. Unless I am pregnant??!!?? Doubt it.

Lots of words are coming out of our little man's mouth, There are new ones every week. Plus some two word sentences have started, the first was "bye bye daddy" he also says "Mumma dat" and "Mumma more". He has such a cute voice I need to get him on video more. He is also having lots of conversations with us not that we can understand them but he does these long sentences of babble and I am sure one day very soon they will turn into sentences that we can understand. Hopefully.

A post about Dylan

Wow I am as hopeless with this blog as I became with my EB diary, oh well!

Dylan is such a joy. I think I love 18 months! He is saying more and more words, here is a list of what he can say that I can understand:
Dat - that
Mumma, mummy, mum
Dadda, daddol, daddy, dad - why does hubb gets more, sniff, haha!
Eyee - Elly
Eyo - Elmo
Doo doot - any train, car, any vehicle basically
Owwwwwwwwwwww - For Tasha our cat and any cat in general
Yeah
Kewl - I think this means cool
Bye
Howo - Hello
Hi
Ee saw - see saw
That's all I can think of but he also speaks to us in sentences which of course only he understands. He has the most beautiful gorgeous sing song angelic voice I have ever heard. I just melt when I hear that little voice say all the things he can say. Especially when he looks up at me and says "Mumma" oh my goodness I am a puddle of love when he does that.

Dylan is also singing a lot and they are usually little made up ditties of his own but today I swear that he started to sing Twinkle twinkle little star as I heard him sing the first two notes, then after this he was singing Jingle bells but not in the right tune but definitley the correct phrasing "Mm mm mmmmm mm mm mmmmm mm mm mmm mm mmmm!" what a cutie. I did say when he was born and they handed him to me and I looked down into his wide open screaming
mouth that he was going to be a lead singer. Of course my mum has his destiny mapped out as a concert pianist, ballet dancer, writer and doctor!!! I hope he will be into music but if not oh well it is his life to live.

He is running a lot more and runs while we walk. He hates to be in out arms being carried while we are out and much prefers to walk/run althugh at home he is very willing to be carried around.

He does such grown up things at times, like this morning he reached up to the sink and grabbed one of his sippy cups and brought it up to me while I am here on the computer and asked for juice I mean not in those words but i knew what he meant. Not that I give him juice very often in fact it is very rarely that I will give him juice he just loves his water too much.

He has done a poo and a wee on the potty, what a big boy.

He is divine and handsome and lovely and loving. He will come up in the middle of playing and have a hug and a kiss with me and then go back to playing. I look at him now and I looke at him as a tiny baby and I get so clucky and can't wait to have another baby and I hope he or she will look just like Dylan.

I love my boy so much.

A new year a new us!

We have had some very hot weather here recently and it has upset Dylan's (and mine) sleep a bit although last night was pretty good I was asleep by about 9 and Dylan slept through so I did too, yay. We are moving Dylan into his own room today. The room that took longer to paint and carpet than it took the pyramids to build. We have put some of his toys in there and his change table/chest of drawers and I have been telling him that it is his room but today we are putting his cot in there and he will have his first night there. I am just going to be positive and hope that he goes down well tonight. I am fearing that I might get a bit of seperation anxiety from the experience. We will see. I will post a photo of the new room as soon as it is complete. It is like I am decorating his nursery (at 18 months) and it is very exciting.

The new year new us business is because well it is a new year that being 2008 and I am hoping that some good things will happen for us this year. Weight loss for me. The start of a new course for me. A job for hubby. Quit smoking for hubby. A house for the three of us. My/our finances in order. Some pretty big things there.

I enrolled in a course yesterday which is a certificate 3 in children's services which I am doing by correspondence and hope that it will lead me into a Dip Ed in primary or early childhood, I am hoping the latter. The course is for 24 months and as I was hoping we would start TTC in July this year I am considering delaying this until early next year. But we will see. I am sure it would be harder to complete the course with a newborn and a toddler.

Anyway it is an exciting new year and I hope these things will happen for us.

Christmas and all that jazz!

Christmas came and went so quickly there is always such a long lead up to it and then BAM it's over. Our Christmas was wonderful. Christmas morning Dylan awoke at his usual just before 7am yawn! Then we played for awhile and had breakfast and waited to wake Daddy up as Daddy likes to sleep in, so we waited not so patiently until 9 and then went and jumped on Hubby. I took all the presents from us and 'Santa' into the room and proceeded to give Dylan his gifts. Hubby armed with the video camera and me with the digital camera, I wanted every little bit captured for our memories! And Dylan did not disappoint, he ripped open wrapping paper left right and centre like an old seasoned pro he even tried to open my present from him. He looked at his gifts with delight and he wanted to play with everything all at once.

After all the present shenanigans we all got ready and went off to Grandma and Papas aka Hubbies parents place where we were greeted with more gifts and a platter of seafood, mmmmm, and I discovered my little darling boy has expensive tastes he loves smoked salmon and prawns! Me too. Dylan had his nap and during his nap we sat down to a lovely roast lunch and as we sat down Dylan decided that 40 minutes was enough of a sleep for the day and up he was. After much eating, drinking, and napping was done Hubby's brother arrived with his wife and their 3 boys and we had more present exchanging. (note I got my own way and all the adults received presents yay!) I was a bit disappointed with my 6 year old nephews reaction to the present we gave him, it was from the national geographic shop and is a shark game where you have this plastic shark and you open it's jaws and then each player pushes down a tooth each turn and then randomnly the jaws snap shut, it's a game of chance. I think he was afraid of it and did not look impressed. I usually do so well with the kids pressies., oh well. From his grandma and papa Dylan received a clam shell sandpit/pool which he loved playing in on christmas day.

We then had to drive to my mum's place where we had dinner with mum and my brother who is currently single. More presents of course! We discovered that Dylan is very sensible and discerning when it comes to presents, my mum gave him the least interesting present first which was clothes and he started unwrapping it but as soon as he saw what it was it was tossed away in favour of more exciting packages, funny little fella!

After all of the attention and food and presents my little darling was pooped and so we headed home and he went to sleep dreaming of all of his new toys (but not the boring clothes from Gran, which I might add were pretty cool, well they would be I picked them out)!!! So another successful Christmas we all got spoilt, our tummies full and our families happy we were together. Next year I dream that we are in our own home and we can have a tree and I plan to do Christmas at our place with everyone invited, ooohhhhh it will be so gorgeous.

A cold, sniff!

As the title suggests I have a cold, sniff, snort, blow, cough! It is disgusting and although I don't feel all that sick I sound horrible. What makes it especially bad and kind of embarassing is that I work on the phones for my job and so to customers I sound like a sniffly little girl and to my colleagues they just see me as a collection of germs to stay away from. I kept getting looks of sympathy and disgust as I hacked up a lung all day today, yuck! I hope it is gone by Christmas day.

Thankfully Dylan has not caught my cold as yet and neither has hubby, lucky for me as both are big babies when they are sick, one of my boys can be forgiven for this behaviour as he is a baby well a toddler but the other one has no excuse.

I managed to finish my Christmas shopping on Tuesday along with getting Dylan's photo taken with Santa, which was not as much of a nightmare as I had anticipated. He did not smile but he did not cry which is what I had feared. I have also finished and posted my cards, wrapped all the presents, selected a lovely Christmas Day outfit for myself to wear and decorated the flat, sort of, well as much as I can with no tree. We have our work Christmas/End of Year breakfast tomorrow at none other than The Pancake Parlour where I worked for five years, aaaggghhh (that story is to be dedicated to another diary entry) and we are all participating in a Kris Kringle which I am excited about, tomorrow night I have work drinks which I am 'allowed' to go to! Then bring on Santa, yay yippee. I have left Hubby with a hint or two for my present. I cut out a pic of the book I want, which is the new Paullina Simons one and I have also requested a new wallet as my beautiful Mimco one was vomitted in by my darling son! Let's see if hubby, I mean Santa delivers.

I love Christmas!

I love Christmas in fact I adore Christmas. I love presents both giving and receiving them, I love wrapping them and having them out on display with a myraid of coloured wrapping paper on them. I love thinking about presents and compiling a list of who is getting what. I love shopping for presents. I love all that encompasses the idea and the delivery of presents. I always spend too much on my dear ones (i.e. hubby and bubby), though this year I have restrained myself a little. I love Christmas trees and little baubles and tinsel and mistletoe and the angel on top or the star, I love door decorations and fairy lights. I love sending and receiving cards. I love Santa and in fact I am going to brace the crowds and attempt to get a photo of darling Dylan with Santa. I love the food the festivities the pudding the lollies the nuts the seafood. I love the looks on the kids faces when they see Santa and open their pressies. I love it all. Ooooohhhh I love love love it! I love people who love it.

I have wonderful memories of Christmases at my grandma's house she would have a little tree but it would have lots of presents underneath it. Her presents were usually pretty average but it was the thrill of the surprise that maybe this year would be the year she would get us something good. She lived right on the beach and her living room was on the second storey and she would have her christmas lights pinned up on the wall facing the street shaped like a christmas tree and if you walked or drove past you could see it. It was magical. She would always do a traditional Christmas lunch, seafood cocktail for entree, roast turkey and cold ham with all the vegies for mains and pudding with coins in it for dessert. Plus she would have all these ridiculous extras on the table which we rarely ate like nuts in the shells where you would have to use a nutracker to open them, glace fruit, and so on. We would stuff ourselves and then walk on the beach or have a nap and then we would stuff ourselves some more for dinner. Then on Boxing Day we would often see our dad and our other grandma and our grandpa and auntie and cousins and there would be a big tree and bags full of presents and more stuffing of our faces. Ahhhhh sublime. I have always loved Christmas.

But I seem to be in a family that doesn't love it as much as me, sigh! My mum does not have a tree anymore, she doesn't cook a hot dinner or a pudding. We do see her but she would gladly not see us if I didn't insist. She does buy presents but she doesn't wrap them anymore she puts them in a bag, a nice christmassy bag but a bag none the less. In fact she said to me the other day "I am just not a Christmas type of person" and that made me quite sad. On the other hand my in laws do do Christmas quite well, we always have Christmas lunch with them and they do a proper hot lunch with all the trimmings (although it is very rarely turkey) they usually have a seafood entree and wine/champagne, plus my fave plum pudding with lashings of cream, mmmmmmmmm, my mouth is watering just thinking about it. They also do presents well they always wrap them and my husbands brother and his wife do it well too, BIL will often be wearing a Santa hat, there will be crackers and we all tell the jokes and get excited about the plastic trinkets and we wear the hats. The one drawback is that they don't usually have a big tree, just a small one on the table. My husband is not into Christmas either and doesn't get the same thrill or childish excitment as I do. He would probably be happy to do without like my mum but I insist with him too and in fact I am going to try and get him more exicted because now we have a child and last year we decided together that we would bring Dylan up with Santa Claus as he and I both had growing up. So need to work on the hubby a bit. Even my brother who is down in the dumps about two break ups this year will not be in the Christmas spirit as he usually is. One year him and his now ex girlfried even dressed up their pets and took photos. I suppose I don't blame him for being a bit over it he has had a rough two years relationship wise and Christmas is better when you have someone to share it with!

This year the adults on my hubands side have decided (I wasn't consulted) that we are not 'doing' presents not even a KK, when hubby told me I almost broke down and cried I was so sad. But instead I got mad. I said "No one tells me who I can and can't buy presents for!" And I was also a little sad that I wouldn't be getting any presents as they are good at presents. But I have rebelled and have bought FIL a present I intend to buy MIL a present and in fact I may even buy the other adults one to stick it in their faces, in a defiant act! One other sad fact about this year is that we just don't have the room at our place for a large, deliciously pine smelling, festive tree as our little flat is just so cramped with all our stuff I have seen some small plastic (eeek) ones around so may get one of those. I would love for Dylan and any other children we have (read want two more) to have wonderful Christmas memories growing up and if they can't get them from the grandparents as I did then I will have to create these memories for them at home. And I have already started. If no one else is excited I will be and I hope that Dylan will be too.

The photo at the top is of 'Christmas Dylan' from last year. He is in the spirit already yay!

I am fat!

Well I have decided to keep blogging as encouraged by a friend who I know from an online mother's group I am in, she has a blog and I have read a bit of it and I have decided I am into it, yeah!

Last Friday I had my work Christmas Party and I had brought a tunic/dress from home that I had never worn before and so was not sure what would look good with it tights or leggings. So after much consultation with my work colleagues it was decided tights. So I had to go shopping to buy some tights and found this small sock shop in Melbourne Central with an even smaller japanese woman working there. I went in searched for a while and then asked if she had any black tights, she pulled some out of a box and passed them to me. When I asked what size they were she proclaimed "You need big!" and pulled out an XL-XXL. Well I was shocked and saddened but really she was right. When I tried them on later they did indeed fit. When I saw a photo of me from the party I saw a girl in a gorgeous top with a big belly sticking out and I saw someone who is incredibly unhappy with her weight and tries to do something about it but keeps relapsing into bad eating, sigh! I didn't see the confident, slim, happy girl I used to be.

I was a skinny child. I was a slim teen. I even went and tried out for some modelling agencies when I was about 17. One told me to cut my waist length hair. Another told me I needed to spend money to get a portfolio done but I didn't have any money for that. Also being only 5 foot 6 I really wasn't tall enough. So the modelling career never happened. Then I repeated year 12 and stcaked on the weight. I was eating for two me and my brain. I wanted to improve my VCE score and indeed I did, in fact I doubled it. I gained a University place but I also gained almost 2 stone. After being at Uni for two years and realising boys did not like the new fat Cassie I went on a diet, my first and I lost the weight. I then gained the boys and that was great. So I went through my 20's being super slim and it was not because I was watching what I ate it was because I was going to Uni, living out of home, working in hospitality, partying, being poor. It was great. Then I met Jimmie. I was still super slim but then I got comfortable and put on a bit of weight and it was while I was trying to lose it that I fell pregnant with Dylan and now I am still not even back to my pre-pregnancy weight which was way more than I like to be anyway. I must work harder I want to be 57-60kgs but I am 70kgs. I have so far to go.

I don't equate happiness with skinniness I equate happiness with healthiness of mind and of body and at the moment I do not have that.