What they don’t tell you about being a parent

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If you’re anything like me, when you made the decision to become a parent then you did a whole lot of googling.

You read about the joys of being a parent. The first smiles, the first steps, the first words, hearing them say “I love you” for the first time.

You read about the trials of being a parent. The sleepless nights, the nappy blow outs, the tantrums, hearing them say “I hate you” for the first time.

But what you don’t read about, what no one tells you – is that it can be absolutely heartbreaking.

Your child is like a raw nerve walking around on the outside of your body, and every time they hurt, you hurt ten fold.

Every time they have a hard day, and you see the stress in their little eyes as they hold back the tears… your heart absolutely breaks and you have to keep it together and tell them it’s going to be okay. 

When they fall over and scratch their knee and you watch them trying not to overreact and holding back every instinct to swoop in, when you let them get up and dust themselves off because you know that they need to decide if they need you for themselves… it’s the hardest thing.

Being a parent, it’s incredible. Most days you go to bed feeling totally fulfilled about the little humans you are sharing this life with.

But some days you find yourself up at midnight worried about an event that upset your child that day, more worried than you would ever be if that excact thing happened to you.

Because your children are your rawest nerve, and no matter how much you protect them it’s inevitable that they are going to have shitty days.

And as their parent, it’s heartbreaking to watch. Even though that we know this is a part of life, an important part of life, it doesn’t make it any easier… 

Coming December 31 2015

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There’s something we’ve been dying to tell you…

We’re having a baby! Due December 31 2015, happy new years to us. 

We are just so excited for the journey ahead.

Gender coming soon…

Time is a four letter word.

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Time, I actually have none.

Okay, very little.

It's not about having time, it's about making time.

Okay, truth bomb. My motivation to make time for things that I should do, but don’t necessarily have to do is very VERY low.

Like food, we have been eating crap. It’s awful. It’s disgraceful. But it’s so easy. And exercise, seriously at this point in my life I have NO idea how I ever fit it in. Oh and laundry, I have about three loads of clean washing to put away today. I should be doing it right now, yet here I am.

Some days, I wake up and I feel like shit. I honestly feel like I am failing, because I’ve gained a few KG and my house isn’t spotless. My chest gets really tight and then I promise myself I will do better.

And then Oliver comes it, he’ll normally ask for a cuddle, and thank me for the activity we did the day before, or asks what we are doing today, or just generally beam with happiness. And then I’ll dress him in all clean clothes, brush his teeth, pack his bag and head out for the day.

And when we come home, our house might be a mess, and our clothes might still be folded in their baskets, and we might not be eating super foods for every meal.

But we’re happy. Oliver’s happy. And our days our filled with special moments, not instagram-able bedrooms. Whilst I’d prefer the two, I’ve learnt to be okay with this for now.

Oliver is only a kid once, and I can have a clean house for the rest of my life.

How did you learn to let go of your old priorities?

Is your child a good sleeper?

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So, does your kid sleep through the night? What about getting them into bed, how does that go?

Don’t worry, it will all change in a heart beat anyway!

Us? Well I used to be able to set my watch by Oliver’s bed time. Every night he’d wake up at 3am, and resettle after a feed.

This was how it was from the time he was six weeks until he hit two years.

And then, he’d sleep all night. From 7pm to 7am. Straight to bed and straight asleep. No worries.

I was pretty bloody happy about it. And yes, I told all my friends about it. The good sleeper at the party, I thought the sleepless nights were something in our past.

Boy, was I wrong.

He stopped going to bed on his own. Then he started begging for 2-3 milks per night, so most nights he’d leak through his nappy and end up in our bed.

Then he just started sleeping in our bed.

How quickly my bright eyes were replaced with deep bags, and my bragging rights were replaced with complaints.

Oh, how I miss the days on the easy bedtime routine!

It’s only gotten worse in the past two years of sleepless nights, and it really puts a huge strain on each of us.

Three days ago, we decided it had to change. It’s not the first time we’ve decided this, but this time it has to work,

So, we decided to use a tried and true method: bribery.

I went down the street and purchased a whole heap of knock off ‘MySpace’ Lego (pretty sure they’re minecraft characters but it’s okay Ollie can’t read yet!) and told Oliver if he sleeps in his own bed each night, he gets a new toy.

So far, we haven’t given him any.

BUT, for the past 3 nights Oliver has fallen asleep in his own bed at 7pm. Wowsers. And, although he made his way into our bed each night, this morning he slept in until 6:30am.

That sure beats the 10pm-4am we’ve been running on recently.

Three nights of actually spending time with my husband. Three nights of sleep. Three days of a well slept child.

Oh gosh, I hope this lasts.

How do your kids sleep? And how dies that affect your life?

D.I.Y. Bird Feeder

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Oliver and I have settled into our part time work/ extra time at home life and we have been getting into some serious crafting. 

This is one we created today and it was so simple and a lot of fun! 

 What you need:

  • Bird seed
  • 1lt bottle
  • Wooden spoon x2
  • Strings
  • Scissors  


  • Cut four holes into the bottle. This one is not for the kids. Make sure the one hole is always slightly higher than the other to allow the seed to flow downward. 
  • Insert spoons into the bottle. 
  • Using and a4 piece of paper as a funnel, full the bottle to the top with seed. 
  • Replace bottle lid.
  • Using string, tie your feeder to a tree.

Voila! Your very own bird feeder. 



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05.04.2015- 12.04.2015

Oliver says:

Mummy is Cass, Daddy is James, Ollie is a babe.

Mummy check my muscles.
“Wow Oliver, so strong. Check mine.”
Hmmm… maybe eat some salad.


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23.03.2015- 29.03.2015

Cheeky grin

Oliver says:

Oliver, how did you get so strong?
Chips and M&Ms.

I wear my PJs, I need to show the guys!

After I put the beanie on him.
Mummy! You ruined my cool hair!