Bubba the {future} Vet

I noticed Bella’s elbow was bleeding tonight; a little more than normal, but not enough to warrant a trip to the vet.

She loves to lay on the floor flat out {we call it froggie doggie in our home}. She’s done that since we became family when she was 3 months old. But it means her 8 year old elbows are worn and occasionally bleed.

Bella sick mumma! It’s just a little sore Bubba, she’ll be okay, but maybe we’ll put some cream on it and wrap a bandage around it for a little while so that the cream can work without Bella licking it off.

I got a bandage and some cream. Beary was glued between Bella and Bubba looking a little concerned. She okay Bear Bear. {Makes me think she does really love him!}

Before you look at the photos below, you should know that Bubba has never seen a bandage, let alone watched one be applied to a wound of any kind.

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She’s a natural, right down to nurturing conversation during the procedure, the way she held Bella’s paw with one hand and wrapped the bandage with the other, and then she held it firm to check it once I’d tucked the end in.

Maybe we are looking at Bubba the {future} Vet.

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I can’t love Beary

I’m sharing this because it’s really starting to stress me out. A couple of weeks ago, we were talking at home and I gave Beary a cuddle and said I love you Beary. To which Bubba pipes up: I can’t love Beary.

Now, I know she loves Beary. Obviously. She gives him tickles and cuddles. She shares her peas {and the kid LOVES her peas and doesn’t give them away easily}. She talks about him and Bella when we’re almost home, and runs to them as soon as the front door is open.

She reads him stories.

i can't love beary

But I can’t shake the awful feeling I get each time she says it. I can’t love Beary. I’ve tried telling her that will make Beary sad. I’ve told her it makes me sad {breaks my heart would be more the point}. I’ve told her it’s not nice. That it’s mean. She’s not saying it with any malice, rather just a statement. Sometimes she smiles when she says it.

But she keeps saying it. It’s like she’s now saying it for effect, so this past weekend I tried ignoring it, but she repeated it until I responded. As I held my hands over Beary’s ears so he couldn’t hear her.

HELP!

I am all ears to anyone who may have been through anything similar. Is it really Beary, is it my reaction, does she know what she’s saying or not? She’s 28 months, and there’s nothing in the books about when your child says she doesn’t love one of your dogs.

Sad and confused mumma. All advice gladly received.

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I can’t love Beary

I’m sharing this because it’s really starting to stress me out. A couple of weeks ago, we were talking at home and I gave Beary a cuddle and said I love you Beary. To which Bubba pipes up: I can’t love Beary.

Now, I know she loves Beary. Obviously. She gives him tickles and cuddles. She shares her peas {and the kid LOVES her peas and doesn’t give them away easily}. She talks about him and Bella when we’re almost home, and runs to them as soon as the front door is open.

She reads him stories.

i can't love beary

But I can’t shake the awful feeling I get each time she says it. I can’t love Beary. I’ve tried telling her that will make Beary sad. I’ve told her it makes me sad {breaks my heart would be more the point}. I’ve told her it’s not nice. That it’s mean. She’s not saying it with any malice, rather just a statement. Sometimes she smiles when she says it.

But she keeps saying it. It’s like she’s now saying it for effect, so this past weekend I tried ignoring it, but she repeated it until I responded. As I held my hands over Beary’s ears so he couldn’t hear her.

HELP!

I am all ears to anyone who may have been through anything similar. Is it really Beary, is it my reaction, does she know what she’s saying or not? She’s 28 months, and there’s nothing in the books about when your child says she doesn’t love one of your dogs.

Sad and confused mumma. All advice gladly received.

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The book nook

Bubba has taken on one of Bella’s hiding nooks.

They both love to crawl under the kitchen bench behind our dining table. It’s the perfect size for the two of them. In the past week I’ve found them in there together a few times.

The last couple of days there has been an addition to the hiding space: books.

We all know Bubba is a book-worm, but this morning when I was clearing away our breakfast it got a little quiet. I called out to her, thinking she must have gone quietly past me and be in her bedroom.

I under here mumma she responded.

When I looked under here this is the beaming smile which greeted me. She’s definitely in the right family.

the book nook

Oh hi Bubba. I love your new little book nook.

{Might be time for mumma to get out the sewing machine and refer back to her love bug | play time Pinterest board!}

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Pucker up

Dear Bubba

When did you stop just pursing your lips and pressing them against mine, and start puckering up?

love bug love

I noticed that you did it a couple of days ago, and then tonight you made a point of asking me to come back for a real kiss and did it again.

Maybe I didn’t miss the transition, and this week is it.

Whenever it happened, I love you. And your kisses.

Your besotted mumma
xox

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An incredible gift

Three years ago today I was alone in a hotel room in another state, away on a work trip, when I got the phone call that would forever change my life.

Only then did I fully acknowledge all of the feelings of illness and other signs I’d had. And finally allow myself to pee on the stick. What an incredible gift being a mumma is.

an incredible gift

In the past week or so I have had so many conversations with friends dear, friends near, friends far, and one person I don’t know very well at all … all about the bumpy road to becoming a mumma.

So, while today I want to acknowledge what an amazing thing being a mumma is, and finally hearing those words you’ve been dreaming of, I also wanted to acknowledge these things.

Miscarriages are horrific. Those pregnancies never leave your head or your heart. Most girls I know can rationalise why they happened, and accept that Mother Nature knows a thing or two. But even if you are the most scientific of girls, a miscarriage can weigh heavy on your heart.

Even a day-late period when you’re trying for a baby can break your heart.

Fertility drugs are hard work. And I don’t mean just the injecting yourself part. They make you a little crazy. Or a little more crazy. So if you know someone who is going through it, be kind to them. They are probably beating themselves up on the inside. Pick them a flower, leave a chocolate on their doorstep. Empathy, not sympathy, and the smallest of kindnesses can make the world of difference.

The world sometimes feels like you’re walking around in a 3D movie when you’re trying to conceive. The only things that jump out at you are pregnant bellies, nursing mothers, prams and Johnson’s baby products ads.

So, if you’re a mumma {even if you’re having a bad day today}, please spare a thought and send a cuddle {real or virtual} to all of your friends who are desperately wanting to, but have so far not quite had their dream come true.

I wish, like my friends, all of those girls had someone they felt safe talking to about this gamut of emotions. If you’re reading this, and you don’t feel like you have someone to talk to, know that the person writing {me!} has picked a flower and left it - along with a little chocolate - on your doorstep.

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Puppy sad mumma

This happened yesterday morning when we were about to leave for day care and work.

The television was on - Bella and Beary like a little company during the day - and there was a segment about a dog. I missed it because I don’t actually watch it, but I realised subconsciously that all three of my kids were watching. The dog on the screen appeared to be watching something sad along with his family, and he looked so sad that he could almost be crying.

Love Bug put her hand up to the television. Aw, puppy sad mumma.

puppy sad mumma

What she did next made me an even prouder mumma than I already am: she reached up and touched the screen where his cheek was tickle tickle.

She was tickling the pup to make him happier. Bless.

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