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Kid Life 365 {Week Fourteen}

::One hundred and four:: These two! 

::One hundred and five:: She's singing selamat ulang tahun to her brother, which is Indonesian for Happy Birthday. Pretty sure she's mid "tahun" here. My goodness, this kid!!!

::One Hundred and six:: Oh look at that, I forgot to take pictures during the day, snoozing babes it is. Though I don't think it's really a bad thing, because tiny arms flung above a gigantic head? There's nothing better.

::One hundred and seven:: Hugo M. Bear's first ride in the big-kid stroller. Though was swiftly dethroned by his sister who was feeling pretty poorly so we'll forgive her.

::One hundred and eight:: Poor Stella was pretty sick, she missed a great Good Friday celebration with her favourite people. She was so sick she couldn't even muster the energy to play, so we watched iPad in the hallway as a tonic for cabin fever.

::One hundred and nine:: Hugo M. Bear looks skeptical of our lazy Saturday screen media binge.

::One hundred and ten:: Easter egg hunting on the lawn. Pro tip: if you live in a tropical paradise, freeze your Easter eggs pre-hunt and they'll stand up to that blazing sun. Australians taught me this, because, well, duh.


Overwhelming. Beautiful.

I was dragging my big kid around the grocery store on my back. My 15 KG weeks-away-from-four-years-old big kid in the Ergo carrier. She was screaming at the top of her lungs “I WANT BREAD!!!!!” because I wouldn’t buy white bread for the sandwiches that we don’t even eat. 


All this was was after she threw herself on the ground next to the tomatoes, pounding the floor tiles with her feet. This was after I put her back in the stroller for the fourth time. After I told her for the eighteenth time, I know you’re upset and angry, but in our family we don’t eat white bread. After I got a staredown from several passers by. After a man in a business suit scowled at us. After I wondered how I was going to manage how I would get everyone home, but we really needed milk, so ugh, soldier on.


I picked her up, swung her onto my back, clicked on the Ergo closed, and pressed on. I pushed the stroller, dragged the basket, lugged the diaper bag, and got the groceries. BREAD!!! I WANT BREAD!!!!!


And then next to the cookies, I burst out laughing. Because what else was there to do, really? My very big kid, streaming with snot, strapped on my back, hollering at the top of her lungs about bread. Me balancing a basket and a diaper bag, pushing a stroller, while the infant sat, oblivious to the mayhem behind him, contentedly playing with his blanket. 


I laughed because this is just real life. You can dress it up in pretty pictures and perfect outfits, but still. Kids lose their shit in the vegetable aisle next to the tomatoes. Parents try to hold it together, sweating through their shirts while they lug around a child, to big really to be luged anywhere. Parents lose it too, collapsing in a fit of anxious giggles, or frustrated tears, watching in as words they thought they’d never say tumble out of their mouths, “Would you just give me five minutes of peace, PLEASE!” after a stream of mummy?! mummy?! mummy?! x infinity for two hours., and my god I just need to hang up this laundry and buy a carton of milk, and when exactly is bedtime?


And then thirty minutes later you’re browning butter and making cookies. Tracking down a bed sheet to build a fort, mummy!? mummy?! mummy?! aaaaarrrrrrhhhhhhhh!!! cuddling and then reading a book and then shouting JUST PUT THE TOYS AWAY NOW, PLEASE and then sticking a band-aid on a stubbed toe, wiping away tears, and I know baby, it hurts, I’m here, then brushing teeth and ready for bed.


That’s what real life looks like these days. Messy and overwhelming in beauty and frustration, and constant need of something, mummy?! mummy?! mummy!? Can I tewl you someting, mummy?! . 


A few weeks ago we did a family photo shoot. My friend Becks came round one morning and captured our real life; messy hair, crying babies, stray coffee cups and all.  I love the pictures she made because they speak of how we really live. They show our kid glued to the iPad, breakfast eaten crosslegged on the floor, the paints on the table, the pompom on the couch, the kid who wasn’t in the mood to pose for pictures, or brush her hair, the half-closed eyes, the faces not quite turned to the camera. It’s the beautiful imprecations, the overwhelming gorgeous real life we live. 

My friend sent them to me this evening, and they came on the right day, after the screaming and the snot and the sore back and the constant movement and ever present need, and the cookies, and books, blanket forts and stubbed toes. I needed that reminder that the overwhelming is beautiful and it's all overwhelmingly beautiful. 

I’m so glad we took these pictures. They’ll stay with me and remind me of this time in life when Hugo was three months old and just had his injections, and Stella wanted to go on a picnic, but only wanted green peas and Easter chocolate, and I still had baby weight to lose, and everything was messy and real and so very perfect anyway. 


You can see the whole shoot here. And you probably should, beacuse, yowzers. 


10 on 10

I've noticed this Ten on Ten project pop up amongst the blogs I read, and thought this month I'd join in. Because, god knows, I need another photo project. I guess I just really love taking obnoxious pictures of my children? Alright, whatever, here we go. 


Early morning jumping on my bed. Though, if truth speaks, this can't really be THAT early, because she's dressed. so.


Putting her brother down for his morning nap. Or perhaps, waking him up. Yeah, that's more like it.


Folding laundry, putting away diapers.


Just back from a run. I'm really trying hard to lose the baby weight. 


I'm also trying hard to be virtuous. See large glass of water and the New Yorker. (Again, truth time, prolly was reading the iPad.)


Afternoon naps.


We took a quick trip to the mall for coffee and various other important things. Like frilly skirts.


See. She talked me into it. I couldn't say no.


Getting the boy ready for bed.


A little TV time before the girl heads off to bed. Here she is watching her first Disney movie. Planes. It was a big day.

Linking up with Rebekah for 10 on 10.






"a portrait of my children, once a week, every week in 2014."

Stella: Having a built-in baby entertainer makes life infinatly easier.

Hugo: Who said dressing boys was boring? I'm having so much fun with this litle guy.


Some favourits from last week include this depiction of baby- / toddlerhood that is so real life; two little boys blue; this cozy morning scene; and this golden girl, sun halo perfection. 

Linking up with Jodi. 



"a portrait of my children, once a week, every week in 2014."

Stella: Paper crowned and pouty lipped, and totally great this week. We're working on the idea that "Different families have different rules", and she's getting it!

Hugo: Bandaged and cranky. He got his three month shots this week, and they were not his favourite. He was out of sorts for a couple of days afterwards, but thank goodness, is back to his cheerful self. 

Linking up with Jodi.


May Day. Labour Day.


We celebrated May Day yesterday with plans to host six adults and seven small children in our 90 square meter apartment. 


Hugo gently fussed through the pre-dawn hours, and I woke to discover an inadequate diaper and soiled sheets. The traffic circle in front of our building was blocked with thousands and thousands of demonstrators, bullhorns and base blaring. The road leading to our place was choked with busses carrying protestors, bringing traffic to a standstill for kilometres and kilometres.


In my kitchen, the tart shell shrank. I burned the veggies. I didn’t have enough eggs, or coffee cups, or chairs at our table. 


The skies, which had been clear, began to cloud over and threaten rain. I thought to myself, the signs don’t look good. This might just turn into a disaster. 


But it didn’t. We ate. We drank. (BREAKFAST WINE!! PS, It’s a thing!) We laughed and lounged. We cooed over babies and told stories of living. The kids played, and swam, and made messes, ate, and played some more. They found the iPad and shared it around. There was not one squabble amongst the seven of them. 


Somehow the day came together, lazy and long, and perfectly lovely. I had cooked for a crew. I tidied the house. I organised a gathering, and accomplished it all with a little baby on my hip. 


The first of May marks Labour Day. And Hugo’s three month birthday. I think it was fitting. A small celebration to close the door on the “fourth trimester,” the labour of the newborn days is behind us, and we welcome a new phase. Life with two kids. A new normal. Getting out and living again.


It was a good day, the best kind. 


Kid Life 365 {Week Thirteen} 

Ninety-seven // Hugo is wearing a sleeper that was given to me him by one of my all-time favourite people from all the way on the other side of the world. And I love that.

Ninety-eight // Stella is, perhaps, just a bit over-vigorous in her attempts to bounce Hugo. He stares wide-eyed, obviously a leeeetle freaked out by big-kid caliber play.

Ninety-nine // Stella is always worrying at her fingers. Mama I have a nail! Cut my nails, mama!

One hundred // A rainy day kept us indoors.

One hundred and one // Bedtime cuddles, and another day in which I conquer double-kid bedtime. 

One hundred and two // The afternoon sun has been streaming into our west-facing windows now that the clouds of rainy season have mostly dissipated. 

One hundred and three // Eating lunch pool-side with Abio.


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