Friday, August 31, 2012

Happy Fathers Day

This is a special post to pay honour and show respect to all the dads out there. Happy Fathers day 2012!

An extra special mention to the father of my girls. You are wonderful! Thank you for all your help and support. We absolutely love you! Xxx

Remember God is our Heavenly Father, Abba Father, Daddy.

Monday, August 20, 2012


Over the last week I've been reminded to just believe. Believe in God. His goodness. His love. His faithfulness.

I have to remember to that no matter what, he has my back. He will and does protect, provide for and love my family.

Sometimes it's hard to remember this when you're going through a season that's hard. But he never leaves us and he wants what is best for us.

For us now is one of those hard season. But praise God that a season only lasts for a time and then it changes.

Lord thank you for this season. Please continue to help me remember and believe your truth, the Word.

Wednesday, August 15, 2012

He's home!

I'd love to write something like... When daddy's away the girls did play!

But it's more like... mummy is even more tired than usual and all 3 of us are out of sorts because we missed daddy. We don't like doing life without him.

Today I'm very thankful that my dear husband came home from a half week work trip. And he is safe!

I love you hubby of mine. Xox

Tuesday, August 14, 2012

Safety Warning

Oh my goodness! I cannot believe what a morning we had. All by 8.20am.

DH (dear husband) is away for part of this week and the girls and I are holding the fort. This morning while I was feeding DD2 (dear daughter two) some of her breakfast I left DD1 to do her own thing. She'd already eaten and was happy amusing herself. I knew she was chattering away in the kitchen. The very next room.

I started smelling gas. DD2 was in her high chair and I was kneeling down to feed her. Right next to me is an old gas wall heater that we don't use. I thought the smell came from there. I checked it out, opened it up, doubled checked the switches. All off. I instantly thought maybe it's leaking. Should I call a heater guy or the fire brigade?

Then my motherly instinct to protect my babies kicked in. Get the girls out. I walked into the kitchen to get DD1 and immediately discovered the problem. The kitchen stunk of gas. It was strong. DD1 was standing over the stove. She'd used the step stool to get up high enough. Turned one of the stove top gas burners on high - by accident or deliberately? I don't think she knows how. But I should not underestimate what she watches and knows.

I turned off the gas, ran her to the front door for fresh air (I already had a slight headache) and I knew then that we needed to leave the house till the gas cleared. Quickly I opened the windows, grabbed the nappy bag and we were off. DD2 didn't get to finish breakfast. Both girls were in their pj's and let's not even mention my look. But we were safe. Praise God! :)

Accidents can happen so quickly. I'm going to do a good check of the whole house. Be careful peeps.

Note to self: Get DH to put baby gate back up at kitchen door as soon as he gets home.

Sunday, August 12, 2012

Church day

When I was a young child I called Sunday 'Church day'. That's because I knew that we went to church every week on a Sunday. As I grew I looked forward to going to church. Actually even as a young toddler I remember running into mums room of a morning excited because I knew it was church day.

I thank God that my mother made that effort and commitment to get our whole family to church. I love church and it is an important part of my life; past, present and future.

Since becoming a mum I have sometimes found it difficult to have everyone in our house ready for church and then arriving on time each week. As a mum you have to work in and around a baby's (or two) routine. Sometimes that is tricky. Quite often they will fall asleep before we arrive. Or you can have a rough night and really need the extra sleep in or rest.

But it was not until a recent message by a new mum and Pastor, Denae Ioannou that I really started to see and understand the benefits of my mums hard work and commitment in taking us to church every week.

These are some of the benefits that have really stood out to me: Manners, morals, a sense of commitment, a sense of community, values, a deeper understanding of character, vision, purpose, the presence of God and the most important: a relationship (or the opportunity of a relationship) with Jesus Christ.

These benefits (and the many I didn't mention) should not be taken for granted. They may seem normal and everyday. However these benefits are rare and precious. Something you should fight hard for. It's worth it.

I want to and I'm going to make it a priority for my family to be at church every week. No matter what the issue... Sleeping bubba, a winter cold, no clothes to wear, grumpy kids etc.

And you know what? This commitment could be the start of something that changes the world. You never know!

Thursday, August 9, 2012


So this morning I experienced my first 18 month old tantrum. So I now understand the unpleasant-ness associated with them.

I know why it happened...
DD1 is sick with an ear infection. Poor little thing. As a result she is over tired and she wanted something that she is usually allowed to play with when sick and miserable (the family iPad) but halfway through her watching a show the battery died.

Her response...
To cry, moan and whinge and then to tense her body and not move from that one spot. This went on for 30 minutes.

Mummy's response...
Well at first I had no idea! Then a quick think and I came up with this list:
1. Don't give in to her behaviour.
2. Distract her, give her another option.
3. Love her. Don't get angry.
4. Let her have some space to cool off.
5. After she's quiet enough to listen get down to her level and explain the situation.

That did not seem to help. So I continued with my task while continually counting to eight...
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8;
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8;
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8. This worked!

I still don't know if this is right. What do other mums do? I will need to research this. I read at least 4 books about having and looking after a baby but now I need to read a toddler book. I actually have one called Toddler Time by Robin Baker. I'd better get it out and start reading.

What would you all do? Was this a normal toddler tantrum? Oh Lordy help me.

Wednesday, August 8, 2012

Coming Around, Full Circle

Today I got something. Something finally just clicked. Let me explain...

Growing up I had a lot of responsibilities. Some placed on me by people or circumstances beyond my control and others I took upon myself. The responsibility aspect of my life started quite young. I am the oldest of 5 siblings and we come from a single parent household.

The first time I remember the feeling of responsibility was at age five. I won't share all the details but I believe and now know that the level of responsibility I felt regularly was too much and unfair for a child and as I grew, teenager. But for me it was normal and it became a natural instinct. Part of who I was.

As I became an older teenager and young adult people who spent time around me trusted me and saw me as mature and responsible. I liked this. I am a natural leader and I am very ambitious. So I saw those characteristics as valuable.

However after being married a few years and a number of things in life not going how I had hoped or imagined, I found myself in a situation where I really did not like responsibility. The weight and burden of responsibility was too much. I'd had enough of it! I wanted to be fun and carefree and irresponsible. I would often ponder 'why should I be the good girl?' I felt tired.

So for a little while I ran from my responsibilities and commitments. I wasn't the "good girl". And I had the carefree, irresponsible fun that I thought I wanted. Have you heard the Prodigal Son story? That was me... The son. I'm not too proud of it now but it was something that I felt at the time was missing in my life. I was never a wild teenager or young adult. Never went to parties or stayed out late. Never not called to say where I was. And I thought I needed that, I felt as though I'd missed that part of growing up.

As time went on I realised and learnt that life could not be sustained that way. Well not the life I really wanted to live. So a few things changed. I changed. I grew. God took me on a journey. Slowly I had been adding more responsibility back into my life. Sometimes resisting and taking it slowly. Because part of me, my attitude, blamed responsibilities for certain things, events taking place that I didn't like.

Today for me as a mum, wife, daughter, carer & friend was a big day. Just in that I felt stretched. I had a lot of different hats on and it seemed like there was a lot to do. So as I was driving towards one of the big jobs for the day I prayed aloud to God. And to sum it up I prayed "God, thank you for the responsibilities you have given to me." after praying it was like a weight had lifted and my mindset had shifted. I'm not running from responsibility anymore. I'm not afraid. I'm not missing anything. I can handle it. I want responsibility.

What I've learnt in the last four years while on this God journey is that...
1. there is healthy responsibility and non-healthy.
2. that being responsible does not mean you can't have fun.
3. God won't give me more than I can handle

Praise God!

Tuesday, August 7, 2012

Child Like Faith

Yesterday I was having a little chat with my girls. As we were chatting I was watching them play and interact. So cute. DH (dear husband) and I are so blessed! Mid conversation I told each of the girls "you are beautiful".

The youngest smiled in response (almost 7 months) and the oldest (18 months) looked at me as if taking it in. I was surprised. She was thinking it through. Then as if she'd had a little light bulb moment, her eyes lit up and she said back to me with belief and in a matter of fact way "I am boot-a-ful".

Amazing! It made me smile. No more than a minute after I told her she was beautiful did she believe it. What trust in me she must have.

Later on as I was pondering, I heard Him, that voice inside me say 'child like faith'. And it reminded me I need to believe in God and trust God like my daughter trusted me. Instantly believing and verbalising the truth.

Thank you for the reminder Lord.

Saturday, August 4, 2012

Olympic Spirit

I love the Olympics! I love the competition and I love the Spirit of the games.

The first Olympics I ever saw... The 1992 games. I dont remember the actual sporting events but I do remember sitting up on the couch in the dark, wearing my pj's with my mum and a warm blanket. We watched every country walk out with pride. I also remember at my ripe old age of 7 the spirit of the ceremony. The feeling of sportsmanship, peace, a fair go and equality.

Over the last week or so I've been thinking about the games; London 2012 yes but more than that, I've been thinking about that Olympic spirit.

It is a shame that we don't see that spirit or that level of spirit very often during the four years between each games. I am hoping that as a mum I can instill the same qualities of that Olympic spirit into my kids and our everyday life. I don't want it to be an occasional thing but something we strive for everyday. I want them to know and share the spirit of sportsmanship, peace, a fair go and equality.

I believe that if I can help them understand those qualities they can help the world be a better place. A place more loving and peaceful. A place of a fair go for all and equality of all people. They will be my Olympians. Gold!