2014 report card

Dear 2014

As far as life’s small moments go, you have excelled. There have been so many perfect every day moments.

As far as the big things: not so much. Improvement needed. Development needed. A huge upswing.

I’m expecting much more *wonderful*, more happiness and less heart stopping big moments.

A very grateful mumma xx

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a perfect moment

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Again I find myself …

Again I find myself waiting.

Another bump in the road.

Another wait.

cookie monster waiting

Waiting. Waiting. Waiting. Waiting. Waiting.

You would think I’d be used to it by now.

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When ‘someday’ becomes today

Little Sister and I were shopping at the Jersey outlet malls. It was 5 years ago {Really? Seems like yesterday and forever ago all at once!}. Five pairs of shoes were purchased in the first store. It was going to be a long day, and our arms were going to be tired from carrying all of those bags if that rate kept up.

It did.

But what I mostly bought were bubba and little girl clothes. For the bubba I had yet to conceive. Did I buy any little boy things? One outfit. As a gift. And some pyjamas that were supposed to be for boys, but were too cute not to buy. Why? Because I knew I was going to have a girl. Deep down I knew.

That day I bought a pair of tights and thought to myself someday.

when someday becomes today

Then someday became today.

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Tasty Tuesday {comfort food}

This past weekend was that weekend. You know the one where the season actually changes? I noticed myself reaching for a sweater earlier in the day, reaching for our warm blankets when Love Bug and I were on the couch reading stories, closing the windows and doors earlier. Drinking more cups of tea. Wondering where all of my socks were hiding?!

Of course, when I decide to make something comforting, the things I most desire are loaded with carbs and cheese {no problem there, right?!} but in an attempt to be a little less reliant on those items for my comfort food fix, I whipped up what started out to be a soup, but ended up being a lot thicker. I could have thinned it out with a little more stock/water and might do so next time around, but the thickness gave it more of a comfort feel and taste. For way less calories than a big bowl of hot chips with aioli would have!

What do you need?
1 large head of cauliflower
¼ leek, washed and finely sliced
1 cup stock {I use Massell chicken stock, which is vegetarian}
¼ cup pistachio kernels, smashed in mortar and pestle {if you don’t have one you can achieve the same effect by popping them in a zip lock bag with a small part of the zip unlocked and hitting them with a rolling pin}, and a couple of extras for garnish
1 tablespoon coconut oil
1 heaped teaspoon nutmeg
1 cup peas, steamed then set aside
2 tablespoons natural/Greek yoghurt {or light cream cheese}
*replace this with coconut cream if opting for dairy free*
Salt and pepper to taste

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Okay, now what do you do with it?
Warm oil then cook leek until tender; add cauliflower, stock and nutmeg and cook until cauliflower is tender. Transfer to food processor/blender, add smashed pistachios and blitz until thick {I left mine a little chunky}. Stir through peas and yoghurt {cheese/coconut cream}, and serve with a few pistachio kernels, a sprinkle of nutmeg. I added a good twist of cracked pepper to mine, but no salt. Obviously this last step depends on your personal preference!

Who knew comfort could taste so good?

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She loves me, she loves me not

I know she loves me. I know I’m the centre of her world. Honestly though? I feel like we’re playing a game of she loves me, she loves me not.

She doesn’t want to talk to me, then she’s clinging to me for dear life crying and begging me not to leave her at kindy.

She’s asking me to tickle her a little bit, then tickling me a little bit too. Until all of a sudden she’s screaming don’t tickle me at the top of her lungs {and not in a giggly fun way either}.

She’s yelling for me to get her from her cot, crawling into my bed saying mumma kiss cuggle, then I reach for her and she smacks my hand away.

no i will not look at you

She wants a snack. We’re on a crowded bus. I have sultanas. I want something else. Again, not in her inside voice, rather one that people in the next state can hear. Over and over again. We don’t have anything else. But I want something else. So at the next available stop I drag her off the bus. For the sake of the other passengers. And because I’m mortified.

I lost count of the number of times I got to 3 counting 1, 2, 3 on the weekend. I also lost count of the number of time outs. I may have hearing damage from the volume of her screams.

I was never going to be this mother, snapping at my defiant, naughty child.

What happened?

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Hugging a rhino

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Love Bug and I were walking through the city and happened by this rhino. Her first response was not the one I expected {although I’m not sure why}.

A rhino mumma! I’ll give him a cuggle.

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When I’m not naughty and you’re not grumpy

When I’m not naughty and you’re not grumpy.

Exactly what you want your three year old to say to you when you ask if she wants to do something fun.

Or not.

It pretty much sums things up at the moment though. And it’s tough.

Daylight savings is really messing with Love Bug’s sleep and she’s up at 5am. Coupled with our nightmares it’s making mumma grumpy and Love Bug naughty.

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I think the terrible twos have come to stay – a year late and a year the worse for wear.

While the fairies clean my house, sort out my garden, paint my room and groom Bella and Beary, I need a weekend in a 5 star hotel. With room service, a massage, a mani pedi, movies, room service and sleep in a king size bed with lots of room for me.

Space.

And more sleep.

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