Let time stand still...

Often I hear myself moaning at the thought of another endless nappy to change, another bottle to make, another sleepless night...

But in reality I catch myself realising that this time will pass all to soon.  The time that I get with you when changing your nappy, it's my time with you, we sing and giggle together.  The times I get to make you another bottle we get to do the "shake it, shake it, shake it" dance, and the sleep I don't get is time I get to to be closest to you, this time will soon be forgotten as we both get older.

Why do I become all to consumed with the stress of life and forget to enjoy the little things like taking turns to sing our favourite songs in the garden, taking walks in the parks and getting the biggest hug when I pick you up from creche.

There is no love like a mothers love and as protective I am of you against anyone or anything that might look to cause you harm, I'm the one causing the biggest harm by not savouring the moments I have with you. 

Stay the little princess you are, sing till your hearts content, tell me to sit, ask for my hand, put cream on my face, ask for kisses and cuddles, scream with excitement, splash as far as you can, for these are the but a few moments that I truly treasure...so I ask of you to be forever the darling that I love, treasure, protect and take pride in, baby girl let time stand still so I may savour but a few more precious moments.

Your father and I love you like no one else ever will, you will always be our princess no matter what...

Serene Motherhood...  

Baby weight...

I am sick and tired of being sick and tired of this baby weight...and I had a hubby throw a intentional, hurtful, but thoroughly truthful spanner in the works...he said "you know, you don't really have an excuse for the baby weight anymore, she's two now!"...ARE YOU KIDDING ME!!!  Are you actually going to stand in front of the lions den and mock him!  Oh yeah baby you better believe it...

Well, I never, what can I say...nothing actually its true :(

So I went to my 15th weigh in class and I lost 1.5lbs, I was chuffed as muck.  Oh but then I got slammed by the weigh in lady..."you know Mummy you should be losing a lot quicker then what you have been"...well I shot her down with a barrage of excuses...oh yeah... shot...her...down!

Sat in my car and realised she was right, I have been excusing my self from losing weight for the past 6 months, at the rate I was going I was going to pick up that loss in a matter of two weeks of more excuses, so it wasn't truly a win...

I'm now on the computer blogging away about my woeful weight issues like every other mother, only to tell you I have lost 7 pounds in 2 weeks...SAY WHAT! I know...my secret, 2 things, actually 3.

I went on a diet of excuses, no more excuses.  Part of the barrage of excuses was the fact that "I have no will power"  boo freaking hoo!!!!  So I am now treating my will power like a muscle, I exercise it everyday...I practise my No's and alternative choices, sometimes I forget to strengthen that muscle, but when I do remember, I don't beat myself up about it I get back into the routine of exercising it...

Speaking of exercise, I have started learning to jog...I believe it has had an amazing result in the phenomenal loss I am currently experiencing...

So checklist for Serene's mother baby weight be gone diet:

- no excuses
- exercise will power
- jog

Ok, easy...

Good luck to all the mothers struggling with their kiddy weight...I feel your inner guilt, inner war with self and continuous determination to eventually get back into your pre baby jeans...

Serene Motherhood...

Naughty corner...

OK, so the day started like any other.  Wakey wakey sleepy head, I peer around the door and there is my angel with a smile from ear to ear.  Milky milky sleepy head, I hand her the bottle and upsey daisy onto the change mat.  Wow, but she's thirsty today!

OK, baby girl, is it going to be Mika(Mickey mouse) or Tink today?  "No, Mama, Dora".  OK, Dora it is.

Aaaahhh this is when I love motherhood...oh hell I spoke way to soon.  She now looks like a contortionist screaming like a demon possessed, Papa comes flying in to the rescue, the 3 of use are playing tug of war with a Dora T-shirt...where did go so wrong.  Stepping outside of this bubble of mayhem, I realise my baby girl is trying to gain her independence by doing it herself...and strangling herself in the process...oh no this little girl needs no help.

OK, we are now all screaming at each other, over a Dora shirt, arms are going through wrong holes, hair is being pulled and tempers are flaring...RIGHT!  THAT IS IT, YOUNG LADY!  CORNER!

"No, Mama, no corner".  Sorry my dear, off you go 2 minutes. 

We have stopped referring to the "naughty corner" and now call it "the calm me down corner (oh yes, very PC)" but in a moment such as this it simple gets shortened to "corner".

I never really believed in the corner, but I have to say, it works like a charm.  She screams for 2 solid minutes, Papa and I calm ourselves down for 2 minutes....rrrrrrrriiiiinnnnnnnggggggggg! And after the bell, I get down to her eye level and explain, Mama and Papa were only trying to help her, that we love her and there is no need for a temper tantrum.  Now hugs and kisses all around and the love is refilled into our home, ahhhhhh.

I love the "corner".  Thankfully I do not need to use it often.

Serene Motherhood...