28 December 2010

Nesting ~ How to catch life's curve balls with your teeth!

Change is inevitable. It is the only constant. The single variable seems only to be the rate of change with which we have to deal with.

At one stage or another, change has affected all of us. We greet these minor challenges by readjusting the parameters to compensate for the little things in life that didn't pan out the way we'd planned.

Usually, it's a gradual process consisting of small events over long periods of time. Fate has designed it that way to help those of us with preconditioned mindsets who expect the status quo.

For the most part, we readily deal with this steady unraveling of time by drawing on past experiences and slowly developing new expectations that match the reality we're faced with. Nothing scary, and certainly nothing we can't manage.

Then there are times when life simply catches us unaware!


Fiercely content to take things as they come, or determined to just roll with the punches, we avoid thinking about the other possibilities available to us until one day we are blind-sided by some freak occurrence on an idle Tuesday. These are the kind of events that flip the whole world upside down (so to speak).

It is during these times of uncertainty when reality seems intangible and our future is unknown that we find ourselves facing two fundamental choices: fight it and become miserable, or give in to new experience and bow to the whims of the giant magnet.

At the end of the day, talking about it will achieve nothing, and it's what you do that really counts. In our house, we've had a little bit of both.

Charlotte Lillian is both the catalyst for the Supernova, as well as the steadying force that keeps Michelle and I focused and working together on the every-day.

In-spite of the unknown, the uncertain and the unexpected, we have worked hard this year to come together and put our best foot forward. Our mission: reset, refocus and create a home and nursery we can manage.

On the surface, this may seem a relatively mundane human endeavour - but it's the hidden victories that really count. Not only have we turned the house into a sparkling diamond encrusted castle; but we have also managed to catch the curve balls with our teeth, embrace the sudden change and re-emerge as Charlotte's Mum and Dad, as well as becoming husband and wife.

At the end of the day, actions do speak louder than words and all we can hope for is that history will be kind to us and our actions show just how much we loved being Tiggy's parents as much as we loved being married to one another.

Check out the little Movie we put together documenting the transition of Almon St over the first 12 months we have shared together as a family. When you stop to realise that the physical changes are only the tip of the iceberg - you get a sense of how far we have really come and how much potential lies before us.


Thank you to Michelle for allowing me to disrupt your entire world and create this beautiful little thing called Home. Thank you for your patience, your tolerance and your willingness to make it work. It hasn't been easy to settle into a new rhythm on the other side of the world, but together I'm convinced we'll get there in the end.

May we travel into the next decade with the same positive momentum and grow closer as a family every day. Most importantly, let's do this despite where we have come from - and regardless of where we think that we are going.

Happy New Year everyone - 2010 was a real blast!
xxooxx Will

12 December 2010

Paddington Play Station

Halloween & Tiggy's First Day at Kindy
Aww, check out the widdle Pumpkins!

Just try again tomorrow...


So, I wake up at 6:45am this morning to the baby having a little cry. No problem, one of us (usually Michelle because it takes a bit to wake me up) will jump up, pop her soother in and she drops back off to sleep until we're all up around 8am.

On this particular morning, Michelle stirred and defiantly rolled away from the sound which was her pre-dawn hint to me to get off my butt to go and deal with it. I slid out of bed, stumbled to the baby's room and tried not to fall down the stairwell as I gathered my bearings in the doorway.



There wasn't much time to sort myself out. Charlotte was on the verge of winding up and I knew I had to act - fast unless the baby wakes the missus up! I stumble into the nursery, fumble around in all the blankets for the soother, turn over 50 stuffed toys and glow worms and finally locate a fluff encrusted dummy equals peace and quiet in our house...

Poor girl, Charlotte was so tired and upset that as soon as she took the soother, she closed her eyes and rolled over to try and go back to sleep. One problem. Her nose was blocked, so she ended up mouth breathing around the sides of the dummy that was sucking inwards with each breath and acting as a plug. Sure enough, after two breaths - POP! Out the soother came. The crying starts again - only this time, louder.

In desperation and rubbing the sleep from my eyes, I tried two more times to reinstall the pacifier in the hopes that she would figure it out herself and I would be able to go back to bed. To her credit, she really did want to take it from me and just roll over and go back to sleep, but the whole 'unable to breath' situation was becoming a bit of an issue and eventually the soother came over the side of the crib with a 'rejected' sticker on it, accompanies by an almighty roar...

Okay, so it was time to get up after all. I shook off the last of the drowsiness and reached into the crib to grab the screaming baby. Poor wee girl, she was really upset. Her small body was rigid with fury and who could blame her? She had a really snotty nose! If I could have sniffed for her and coughed for her, I would have... believe me!


The pitch in her voice only reached higher as I laid her down on the change table and started changing her little bum. That's when it happened...

Before I tell you what happened, you need to know the backstory. Lately, Charlotte has been having a little trouble with digesting cereal and other things we're giving her as she moves away from relying on the bottle, and more and more onto solid food. The by-product is some very dry and solid poos! Say no more...

Sure enough, as soon as I release the waist straps in my semi-conscious state, a singular pebbly poo, (similar to that found behind a baby lamb), escapes from the elastic confines of the Pampers 'dual action core', bounces once on the side of the change table, skips off the side of my pyjama leg and slams into the floor before rolling under the crib well beyond my care factor and my reach.

I decided that to find that little stow-a-way, I'd have to get down on my hands and knees and right now, Dad has his hands full with Charlotte, and Charlotte needed her Dad to be paying attention to her. That was a job for the daytime anyway - (so I dealt with that one later)...

Anyway, Charlotte finally stopped her squawking... but the ordeal wasn't over. During my fixation with the elusive runaway baby beans, I neglected to notice that while I was holding Tiggy's ankles above her head to wipe her bum, she now had a steady torrent of warm piddle running all the way down her back!!! Wait, it gets worse...

Without realising, I put my hand in the warm patch which caused me to flinch. Because I'm still holding onto Charlotte I accidentally bump her little head against the side of the change table -  which in turn causes her to start up again, only this time much, much louder...

Man, talk about feeling guilty. I almost handed myself into Child, Youth and Family!


Michelle must have given up on trying to sleep through all the noise and was well and was truly woken by the second round of crying. (By now, I guess I was crying too - on the inside of course).

The wife came charging into the nursery with a concerned and bewildered look on her face which eventually turned to accusation.

After a lot of 'Shushing' and fumbling accompanied with apologies from the old man, I finally had the baby changed, (including all her pee drenched clothes) and was all too happy to hand her off to Mum and run the other way.

"Work!" I thought, "The day can't get any worse than it already is. I might as well go to work!"

"Sorry my girl, I've really gotta go!" Besides, I live here so I can always try again tomorrow...

08 November 2010

Charlotte's First Solid Meal


Speaking of breaking bread - here is a small snippet of Charlotte's first attempt at solid food a couple of months ago and an update on how she's doing now.

You can see just from looking at the photos that she's growing up faster than we can write about.



Go, kid. We'll be chomping Pizza crusts before you know it... don't worry Mum, I promise I won't feed her Pepperoni! xx Will