Wednesday, December 31, 2014

2014 done and dusted

Not sure what to make of 2014 just yet. In many ways it has been a very challenging year. Our youngest is not a good sleeper, a consequence of some health issues associated with his difficult birth. The year has been so draining, emotionally and physically. Tonight I sit here feeling drained. Tired. Knackered. In many ways tortured – sleep deprivation is after all a form of torture.

Could it be possible that I wake tomorrow morning miraculously refreshed ready to start a new year?

Unlikely.

I don’t feel like I have been my best self in 2014. I am determined to change this next year. Determined.

Lots of awesomeness happening in 2014 too. First steps, first concerts, first wicket. A family holiday to Denmark (not the one in Europe) and other adventurous day trips. I also started teaching people to knit and crochet – professionally!!! This was very exciting.

The end of this year has been unbelievably busy. The year ends with some pretty big question marks hanging over 2015… but I’ll discuss those at another time. Exciting, scary, stressful, hopeful things await in the New Year.

This blog somehow got hijacked by the 52 project. I haven’t posted the portraits for a few weeks now. I’ve been taking them because I am stubborn like that. I’ll post them over the next couple of days. It all stared to feel like hard work rather than a creative endeavour. Finished it though. No doubt I’ll look back on it in a couple of years with fondness, but I won’t be doing it again next year.

I’m looking forward to getting my blog back tomorrow. I love my children very much. I’m stoked to discuss them here in this space, to share the things I make for them and my parenting highs and lows – but the 52 project saw them taking over this space… and frankly they’ve taken over enough parts of my life (in a really good way!) but this blog is about me, my thoughts, my creations, my growth… things going on for me that I’d like to record (which will inevitably involve them!)

                                  

             

… see you tomorrow?

Sunday, December 28, 2014

52/52

ace - little beach babeode - natural born hairdressermae - playing with Christmas lootebe - loving a cracker of a joke

a portrait of my children, once a week in 2014

                     

ace – beach lover. You spend your days vertical now, so much so that you can flatten the sand castles I make with a single determined stomp. Being outdoors brings you an inner peace – always has.

ode – natural born hair dresser. Father Christmas must have got word about cutting your sister’s (and your own) hair. Practise with the play-doh for now hey?

mae – so wonderful to see you retreat to your room and play on your own. You’re content and happy. Thriving too!

ebe – my my you do love a good joke! So stoked to get the purple Freo hat in the cracker too.

                           

                   

Posting late.

Sunday, December 21, 2014

51/52

mae - intermission at the balletace - my sweet pixie elf ebe - not really sure what to think about Santa

ode - so much fun at the pool

a portrait of my children, once a week in 2014

              

mae – we had such a lovely time together at the ballet. I wasn’t sure if you’d make it through the entire performance, you were quite wriggly! There were questions about when it would finish too. But then you danced and danced all the way home – even through an alley way where by chance we encountered a flash mob rehearsing.

ace – my wee pixie elf. Love you my sweet sweet boy. Thanks for adoring me as much as you do. Sometimes I don’t feel worthy, and there are a handful of moments when I think it wouldn’t be so bad if you shared some of the adoration with others. For now I am without challenge your number one. It is an overwhelming privilege that I feel so very blessed to have.

ebe – my thinker. The Santa Claus question has you a bit perplexed these days. You wonder if it is really your parents. I respond by asking you if you really think we’d buy you all that stuff. So you’ve discounted your parents as Santa. At this moment you don’t believe in Santa but you do believe in Saint Nic and Black Peter??!?! What the? You’re mind works in some marvellous ways. I suspect your on a trajectory to be a conspiracy theorist. (I’d also like you to note that I have never explicitly lied to you. Answering questions with more questions isn’t strictly speaking a lie, misleading yes – lying no.)

ode – water baby much!

                                   

                

Posted late.

Sunday, December 14, 2014

50/52

ace - gift openingode - not that relaxed getting his face painted ebe - satisfied with a book from St Nicmae - 6yrs olda portrait of my children, once a week in 2014

           

ace – still not completely sure what to make of unwrapping gifts

ode – not looking particularly relaxed getting your face painted by Saphy and the ‘elephant school’ Christmas party. You will miss ‘elephant school’ next year. Saphy looked after you when you were in the toddler room. You loved her very very dearly.

ebe – pleased with the book from father Christmas. You stared reading it immediately, in the car on the way home and had it finished before I’d managed to get your younger brothers to bed.

mae – six years old. *sob*  Being five wasn’t that easy – but I just know that you’re going to rock six to its very core. You’ve grown so much. I just adore the person that you are. It is such an honour to be your mother.

            

                  Posted late.

Sunday, December 7, 2014

49/52

ebe - still climbingmae - do you wanna be a snowmanode - the was a little boyace - pleased to see Grandma go   a portrait of my children, once a week in 2014

                

ebe – you are full of mischief and delight. A natural born climber… I think I eventually told you off about climbing this structure. I wish I hadn’t.

mae – my precious ballerina. Your debut performance at the Perth Convention Centre was an awesome success. You were brilliant. My heart burst with pride as I watch you. Bravo!

ode – my own Nan used to recite a poem about a little girl who had a curl … when she was good she was very very good and when she was bad she was horrid. Dear son, you’ve been a bit like this of late. I know that testing boundaries is an important part of your development but my my could you take it down a couple of notches.

ace – this photo captures your very first smile for Grandma. She is about to get on the plane to return to Sydney after a four day visit. You sure were pleased to see the back of her.

                     

Posted late.