In Summary:

April YOR sucked.

Blogging every day is just not my thing.
But you know what I DID learn? I learnt that I don’t blog for other people. I just can’t. I can’t write something just for the sake of someone else having something to read. I CAN, however, write something because I feel like it, I can put something out there when I feel I need to, and I can blog whenever the hell I like.
Which is a good thing! This whole YOR is all about me trying out new stuff and learning from it, right? Ok granted I have already failed miserably at some of them (and no I’m not going to link them, because I suspect some are pretty obvious), but that’s ok, because here we are about to jump into month number 5, and um, yeah I haven’t decided what to do for the next one.
I suspect it will be something along the lines of posting a photo every day. I’ve seen people using people BlipFoto and it looks pretty good…or maybe I should actually just open the account in the first place and aim to post every so often…maybe 4 times a week? Doing “” on flickr was pretty good fun, so something similar, maybe?
I don’t think it would be pics for JMP, just pics for me, mostly like Tara’s Gallery; just to take the pressure off. Hmmm.
But yeah, in summary.
It’s been a crazy month for blogging. A post came from nowhere and made me realise that actually, I blog because there IS no pressure on what I want to say. I know there’s more like that to come; talking to a friend recently made us both realise that there’s potentially a monster outpouring ready to go, but only when we’re ready. So no, I’m not going force that anymore. Didn’t even enjoy trying it.
But that’s ok. It’s a new…month, right?

The Gallery: Portrait

Sometimes it whizzes by in a blur. It’s a rough and ready ride.
Sometimes it seems to move at a snails pace. Everything grinds to a halt.
Sometimes we’re thrown out into the middle of it, to find our own way out.

Sometimes we’re given a companion to share and learn with, and discover new things.

But sometimes? When life starts to get the better of you? Smile. And it becomes a tiny bit easier. (The boys advise me that sticking out your tongue and laughing scores bonus points.)

We all have places to go in life. Just don’t forget where you came from. :o D
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Go.

Vote.

NOW.

If you do I will return your pet.
If you do it before 5pm, I’ll return your pet unharmed.

He Can’t Talk Very Well But…

…he sure knows his stuff when it comes to singing along with the Wall-E soundtrack.

The One Where You All Hate Me

It is currently 7:04 p.m. on a Saturday night. D and I have just finished “The Bedtime Routine”, which we start pretty much every evening at 6:15 p.m. Both Noah and Isaac have been fed, bathed, had a story, brushed teeth, kisses, cuddles and “goodnights”…

And we won’t hear from them again until the morning, around 6:45 a.m. Noah reads books until we go to him, Isaac lies there with his thumb in his mouth until he sees we’re awake (when he’ll promptly start talking to us).
The routine goes like clockwork, every single evening, regardless of who does it (whether one of us is out, or we’re both out and a grandparent does it). They are both in bed by 7 p.m. And no, we don’t keep going back to them once they’re down. Sometimes Isaac will shout at his cot a bit. Sometimes Noah gets up and decides he wants to sleep with every single book in his room, tucked in with him in his bed.
But they don’t fuss.
And it’s always been this way.
Noah slept through the night from around 6 or 7 weeks. Isaac slept through from about 2 weeks. Both would wake for feeds, fuss a little, then go back to sleep.
So what is it? Did we get lucky? Are we jammy bastards? Are we bloody good at what we do? Are we jammy bastards? Are our kids very easy? Are we jammy bastards?
Don’t get me wrong; early on with Noah, we had stretches where he would not go to sleep without our help. His dummy wasn’t enough, and he had to have his back rubbed and patted until he fell asleep. And if his dummy fell out in the night, we were up and down shoving it back in every half an hour.
Until we did a few nights of cry it out (which was sheer hell, and would never wish on any living human being, ever). But even so, this still very early on. Maybe 4-6 months old?
I feel awful when we have a night where one of them fusses through, like last night. Isaac has some awesome FOF going right now (it was caked up all over his face this morning, kinda like a face mask) and so he was really struggling to breathe, plus he decided to poop around 3 a.m. So I was up to sort him out. And so when I mention it on or facebook, because I know there are SO MANY PARENTS out there who are pretty bloody lucky to get a stretch of 3 hours sleep. On a good day.
We regularly get 7 hour stretches. We’d get more if we would just go to bed on time.
How does it all work? Is it us, the parents? Is it them, the kids? Is it a joint effort? How does it work in your household? If it does work, what’s your secret? If it doesn’t work, what would you change?

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