As Baby J’s due date approached, I found myself checking off all the commitments that I had put into the diary over the past weeks and months when I had wondered whether I would really be able to attend any of them. Play group Christmas party? Check. Thank you event? Check. Sunday school helper? Check.… Continue reading 14.And Baby makes 5
13. Ramblings of a sick, 39 weeks pregnant mum
I am considering drafting a proposal to the Australian government. Being a sick mother should be illegal. When a mother starts to feel a worrying scratch in the back of her throat, she should be able to press some kind of alert which ensures that a team of Mary Poppins style nurses and nannies is… Continue reading 13. Ramblings of a sick, 39 weeks pregnant mum
12. Hot and bothered
I have never been very fond of summer. Call me un-Australian, but I would choose mild, overcast weather any day over hazy blue skies and heat that bakes you the moment you step into it. I was rather enjoying some of the cooler, cloudy days last week. A friend (apparently) spoke to me a little… Continue reading 12. Hot and bothered
11. Rollercoasters and other metaphors
At 37 weeks pregnant the exhaustion is quite overwhelming; I am getting very breathless and finding it difficult to stand. Yesterday I told the children that I would not be able to play “you can’t catch me” anymore. What a disappointment I am. I have never felt this tired in a pregnancy before. From my… Continue reading 11. Rollercoasters and other metaphors
10. One month in, one month to go
It has been just over a month since Miss A and Miss L moved into our home. I am pleased to announce that we have survived. Hooray! In one month, Duckling number 5 is due to be born. Wow. Time for a progress report. Daddy Duck: of the whole clan, my husband is probably struggling… Continue reading 10. One month in, one month to go
9. Upon stopping to smell the roses
For many years I have had a somewhat obsessive-compulsive/guilt-motivated relationship with the old “stop and smell the roses” cliché. When out walking, if I passed a fence overhung with roses, I simply had to stop to smell them because otherwise I felt I was not truly ‘embracing life’. The wisdom of the old adage was… Continue reading 9. Upon stopping to smell the roses
8. The strange life of a foster child
Last weekend we took the four little ducks on an outing to the city to visit Wildlife World and the Aquarium. To be completely honest, the whole day was a bit of a disaster. It was long and tiring, filled with tears and tantrums. Miss A complained a lot. Miss L cried often, wanting to… Continue reading 8. The strange life of a foster child
7. Jesus’ calling to an uncomfortable life
This morning we took Miss A and Miss L to attend their first day of childcare (I asked for their start date to be moved forward because I knew that Mr E and Miss R needed some respite). We had attended orientation together yesterday, so they seemed happy to be starting ‘preschool’. As I pushed… Continue reading 7. Jesus’ calling to an uncomfortable life
6. My turn, my turn!
Love is supposed to keep no record of wrongs, but perhaps if I recorded a few petty grievances, it might lighten the load a little… What is annoying me? -These children wake up switched ON. They do not want to ease into the day, and they seem confused when others awaken a little grumpy and… Continue reading 6. My turn, my turn!
1. About Us
This blog is about my family’s transition from two children under 5 to five children under 5 in the space of three months. The main players? Me (Mother Duck), my husband (Daddy Duck), our 4 year old son (Mr E), 2 year old daughter (Miss R) and unborn baby (Let’s just call him “Baby” for… Continue reading 1. About Us
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