24 December 2006

Where the hell is summer?

Thursday, Molly and I drove out to Rakaia for a playdate (great fun thanks Gret, must get one of those tube things for Moo to run riot through here!).

Anyway, on the way, we drive towards the Southern Alps, it's beautiful. But 21 days into 'official NZ summertime' there was new snow on top of them, LOTS of new snow. Plus an awful lot of wind, rain, hail and general yuckiness. Add this to the weather that whipped through the bay last night - I honestly thought our roof was coming off a couple of times.

I'm beginning to think (she says, with a serious face and tongue firmly stuck in cheek) that there may indeed be something to this global warming business, what do you think?!?

Good job we didn't come to New Zealand for the weather eh? feeling quite at home right now. The fairy lights are twinkling in the gloomy afternoon drizzle, the fire is lit (no kidding, it's that cold), the wind is howling and hubby is on his way home for the holidays. All is right in our little world.

20 December 2006

All those good intentions...

So, what happened to keeping you all better and more regularly informed about Miss Molly's life in general? who the hell knows. But I think this picture begins to tell you the story of our lives for the last couple of weeks...

This is Molly after her first christmas party of the season, luckily it was at our house, otherwise she'd be flaked out on someone else's sofa and not ours. She had the best time, but it's all a bit much for her to be honest. She's still recovering from the nastiest little tummy bug she's ever had. Swiftly followed by a good chesty cough. Plus her first two molars are finally making an appearance, and then to add insult to injury this weekend she was soooo constipated we had to take her to the 24 hour clinic for some help. Poor little poppet.

However, even with all these things (sent to try us... but when do we get the rewards? oh right, well that's quite a wait isn't it? anything sooner? no... I'm tired can you tell?), she's such a good girl. I think we got lucky in the temperament department, even if we didn't on the sleep or inactivity areas!!

So, it's almost the BIG DAY. And I think it's fairly safe to say I have gone into complete Christmas overdrive. The tree has been up for a week or so (unheard of for me! DG will be proud) and I even found out a cheesy old Christmas music CD to listen too whilst wrapping pressies and writing cards. You're right, it can't possibly last!

I tried to get a photo of Molly with Santa, but unsurprisingly she was having none of it. Lovely old Santa said, 'Hello Molly, here's your gift', which she took politely and smiled nicely at him (no 'ta' but I didn't want to push it). Then he asked her 'would you like to sit on my lap and have your photo taken', she managed another polite smile before disappearing behind my skirt and saying no, no, no, no, NO! Just in case we were in any doubt as to her intentions she limpeted herself onto my leg (arms and legs tightly clasped) and would not let go. Oh well, what was I expecting eh? She may be a total show-off at home, performing for the camera as often as possible, but when faced with a jolly fat man in a bright red suit and big white beard... it was never gonna work was it? So, I stumbled away with my daughter still firmly clamped to my leg - it's amazing how quickly you get used to walking like this, I have thighs of steel - yeah right!

The PlayCentre christmas party was more of the same really, although she was really more interested in playing in the sandpit as per normal then joining in the singing and dancing. But she's certainly getting the hang of over-indulgence (well, tis the season), she has a highly developed nose for all things bad for you and there's no hiding them from her once she's sniffed them out - I can't imagine who she got this skill from? ha ha!

So, the tree remains standing, most of the gifts are still in one piece, and we have just under a week to go. I'm missing a lot of my dear friends and family, as I always do at this time of year - but Skype is a wonderful thing and is keeping us all a lot closer then we were before. I'm seriously going to try to be better at keeping regular blog entries, and keeping in touch with all those who we miss a lot and see a little. Just in case I don't get back on before Christmas, have a good one everyone! Know we are thinking about you all and wishing you all the best for Christmas and the New Year. Happy Holidays!

05 December 2006

My turn!

Just a quick entry so you don't think I've run off and deserted you all... sorry, you're still stuck with me!

Yeah, so this is the first time I've ventured towards the PC for a wee while, due to the fact that we've had a bit of a sickfest in our house just recently. Molly's been sick off and on for a couple of weeks, as has hubby (well, a couple of weeks back, but he's back up to speed now, just!), and I guess it was inevitable that it would catch up with me eventually, but crikey what a rude awakening!

I hadn't realised quite how run down I was. The doctor wouldn't let me leave the surgery to drive home without stopping for a supervised cup of tea and two glasses of water - I was just a little (read, massively) dehydrated you see. Which kind of explains the queasiness, blurred vision and wobbliness on standing - phew, thought I was pregnant again!!

After 48 hours in bed this weekend - something which I've been fantasising about since Moo was born, (unfortunately it sucked! I wasn't supposed to be sick, just lazy) I'm feeling much, much better. Water bottle at the ready, we can now attack the festive season with double gusto since we're way behind on packing, parcelling and sending, etc.

So, I promise not to be so slack in future. But really all Molly and I have wanted to do for over a week now is cuddle up and watch the Disney channel (Playhouse rocks!). Occassionally she'd have a little dance to the Wiggles (grrrrrrr), or a bit of a giggle to Mickey Mouse, but mostly just cuddles are good.

I knew she was feeling better when she walked over and turned the TV off and bought her Percy the Pig story book to me for the first time in days. OK time to get my a*#e back in gear.

Lesson number 409, just because bubs is sick doesn't mean you forgo meals and drinks to look after her - even if she is attached like a limpet shell 24/7. You can't be a good mummy if you're feeling like crap (direct quote from mr lovely doctor man).