tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64719200247295394922024-03-14T18:10:18.304+10:00My (not so) Perfect LifeTamsynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14800218969854372400noreply@blogger.comBlogger211125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6471920024729539492.post-11997435337727472452011-06-29T08:55:00.002+10:002011-06-29T08:56:56.234+10:00Hi ThereHi!!<br /><br />Quick question for you all.....<br /><br /><br />What are you still doing here?!<br /><br />I'm blogging over at <a href="http://maxandmeblog.blogspot.com/">Max and Me</a> now. Come on over and say hi :)<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://s1007.photobucket.com/albums/af198/TamsynRiley/?action=view&current=sig2.jpg" target="_blank"><img style="width: 150px; height: 65px;" src="http://i1007.photobucket.com/albums/af198/TamsynRiley/sig2.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a>Tamsynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14800218969854372400noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6471920024729539492.post-40707502647779523702011-01-29T22:01:00.002+10:002011-01-29T22:04:57.047+10:00Max and MeHi everyone.<br /><br />First of all a big THANK YOU for still being here. I've been a terrible blogger of late.<br /><br />I haven't been feeling the love for this blog lately so I've started a new one.<br /><br />Check it out at <a href="http://maxandmeblog.blogspot.com/">Max and Me</a>.<br /><br />It's the same me. I've just moved house!<br /><br />I hope you can pop on over and say hi. Don't forget to update your RSS feed while you're there.<br /><br />Thanks again xx<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://s1007.photobucket.com/albums/af198/TamsynRiley/?action=view&current=sig2.jpg" target="_blank"><img style="width: 199px; height: 86px;" src="http://i1007.photobucket.com/albums/af198/TamsynRiley/sig2.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a>Tamsynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14800218969854372400noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6471920024729539492.post-53445868279717347602010-12-02T20:52:00.006+10:002010-12-02T21:21:33.643+10:00Happy Birthday Max!My gorgeous little baby boy turned one today. Such a huge milestone!<br /><br />The Big Man and I both worked today, but we still managed to have an awesome day with Max and squeezed in plenty of celebrating.<br /><br />We started the day off super early (5am early) so that we could open his presents. Although Max did insist on having his morning bottle first. This kid has his priorities set in concrete!!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFInrJDzDj2vUyF4ULwa2VYVOtJlVm7XUslfVAuo3W-KED0p3SgOfL6tkbg5D4bAmb7MmO-IufQnTXLwL6Gsqcq_GnoMK4oRwT1ulvbBaSIrjg_M-XyV9ytebEixuex8LBaJIEHNGo204/s1600/1+Max+and+Cooper.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFInrJDzDj2vUyF4ULwa2VYVOtJlVm7XUslfVAuo3W-KED0p3SgOfL6tkbg5D4bAmb7MmO-IufQnTXLwL6Gsqcq_GnoMK4oRwT1ulvbBaSIrjg_M-XyV9ytebEixuex8LBaJIEHNGo204/s400/1+Max+and+Cooper.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546040098389839010" border="0" /></a><br />After the bottle was done and dusted the Big Man helped Max open his first present. It was a truck, one of Max's favourite things at the moment. He seemed to really enjoy pulling at the wrapping paper and finding out what was under it. His reaction when he realised it was a truck was way too cute.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhw9ka3hPHXE0yb7tRkg3xLtDuupSnmMWhEAl8cVtlpiqOwhFkDDr3CuezzTnS8kdiYrO730a2TsTOHEWg3atVYT9rwEGg9AkB9oC_iD8kv-KnFl-gydcrw9nVf6HDdtfUdwN65Q6-osBM/s1600/2+Max%2527s+First+Birthday.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhw9ka3hPHXE0yb7tRkg3xLtDuupSnmMWhEAl8cVtlpiqOwhFkDDr3CuezzTnS8kdiYrO730a2TsTOHEWg3atVYT9rwEGg9AkB9oC_iD8kv-KnFl-gydcrw9nVf6HDdtfUdwN65Q6-osBM/s400/2+Max%2527s+First+Birthday.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546040109437574658" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLX3XI_kAH_rlU1LDVr3rCnrDweN_ckSnuzbFzbGulgqhhha46ah2FwzagIq82Dk70kvaZ-9BuEr2AkagTMpB9vKuUilAAoUUhsnEAszdf5laLt2dPhIvWzn6hjkRQQx5kXdVb6a48M5Q/s1600/3+Max%2527s+Present.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLX3XI_kAH_rlU1LDVr3rCnrDweN_ckSnuzbFzbGulgqhhha46ah2FwzagIq82Dk70kvaZ-9BuEr2AkagTMpB9vKuUilAAoUUhsnEAszdf5laLt2dPhIvWzn6hjkRQQx5kXdVb6a48M5Q/s400/3+Max%2527s+Present.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546040100244131122" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje7_ACmCk8VS0Ea44-8DNk2pQ44qJU2llnpVj3vvpFqfnaZxgfwJJCa3Fq_x44ZD9tePd33kLsCtrA1QEzOjGx2FStnL9Dd23VdfB-9clBxE89VMnUew1N-LQk8uWx0Nr0bawUH6dsfUY/s1600/5+Max%2527s+Birthday+Truck.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje7_ACmCk8VS0Ea44-8DNk2pQ44qJU2llnpVj3vvpFqfnaZxgfwJJCa3Fq_x44ZD9tePd33kLsCtrA1QEzOjGx2FStnL9Dd23VdfB-9clBxE89VMnUew1N-LQk8uWx0Nr0bawUH6dsfUY/s400/5+Max%2527s+Birthday+Truck.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546040116763225842" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9k762qTxfeG7ViW5KTlhKIfJ55lvLI0AxdBd5n9hN2fVvyUb_c46VzqemkMfgUDsGeElJeq0Lk8Zzbplp8GupHthQej77RifXSoeBsOsLLmtShzo-DtNUahyphenhyphenNTXQC-QQc_9gq701rn4E/s1600/4+Max%2527s+Birthday+Truck.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9k762qTxfeG7ViW5KTlhKIfJ55lvLI0AxdBd5n9hN2fVvyUb_c46VzqemkMfgUDsGeElJeq0Lk8Zzbplp8GupHthQej77RifXSoeBsOsLLmtShzo-DtNUahyphenhyphenNTXQC-QQc_9gq701rn4E/s400/4+Max%2527s+Birthday+Truck.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546040113937744738" border="0" /></a><br />After work/daycare the Big Man and I took Max to sizzler for his birthay ('coz we're all class in this family!) and he loved that too. I loaded his plate up with all sorts of yummy foods and tried to sneak in a few things he hadn't tried yet like broccoli and mushrooms. He decided that he liked the potato salad and cheese bread best.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZt1WUS-qlBTLG7eAEgi2sUe7g8Yn3Z1_xEaHTMfF5aXuyP6E7FYSkjokfXuMlo-Kq9meY7mjp_Mr-6lqZVFRDJRL6PoEsYe-8jR6RIZ_3bfYXrCWQ9-P-I7v4Pp1TY76i7AA2CpAq2Ec/s1600/photo.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZt1WUS-qlBTLG7eAEgi2sUe7g8Yn3Z1_xEaHTMfF5aXuyP6E7FYSkjokfXuMlo-Kq9meY7mjp_Mr-6lqZVFRDJRL6PoEsYe-8jR6RIZ_3bfYXrCWQ9-P-I7v4Pp1TY76i7AA2CpAq2Ec/s400/photo.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546041216339293458" border="0" /></a><br />After dinner I gave him a tiny bowl of ice-cream. Check out the video if you want to see my baby on a sugar high! He sure did love it :)<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZt1WUS-qlBTLG7eAEgi2sUe7g8Yn3Z1_xEaHTMfF5aXuyP6E7FYSkjokfXuMlo-Kq9meY7mjp_Mr-6lqZVFRDJRL6PoEsYe-8jR6RIZ_3bfYXrCWQ9-P-I7v4Pp1TY76i7AA2CpAq2Ec/s1600/photo.JPG"><br /></a><iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/YpPTnOisqWw?fs=1" frameborder="0" height="344" width="425"></iframe><br /><br />...<br /><br />On Saturday we're having his first birthday party, so hopefully he will have another fun day with just as many smiles!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://s1007.photobucket.com/albums/af198/TamsynRiley/?action=view&current=sig2.jpg" target="_blank"><img style="width: 203px; height: 89px;" src="http://i1007.photobucket.com/albums/af198/TamsynRiley/sig2.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a>Tamsynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14800218969854372400noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6471920024729539492.post-41839578035788909822010-11-15T10:45:00.003+10:002010-11-15T10:59:01.641+10:00Feel Good MondayThis morning this sweet little guy,<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPVJBNmDTfCK_Qdxp608kHoDgmrKaNq485auTKl5aq-id6ggavSEHRF6C6dDAMnMXhnnge30V_Gmeoznu7eVX8apHgektQ-LJNplzlXuQaIWGdJWdjXeoleFWSD9WaNIW_svkYJkQdzR4/s1600/Max+poking+his+tongue+out.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPVJBNmDTfCK_Qdxp608kHoDgmrKaNq485auTKl5aq-id6ggavSEHRF6C6dDAMnMXhnnge30V_Gmeoznu7eVX8apHgektQ-LJNplzlXuQaIWGdJWdjXeoleFWSD9WaNIW_svkYJkQdzR4/s400/Max+poking+his+tongue+out.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539574263204340530" border="0" /></a><br />this adorable fluff monster<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdQtGtB2mya0mQT8x9n-9N0Tw7R6Fh6_mFzo_xYz5aXmxuxkAaVcVsJgd5RQDlpCkl6Mz5DjdY2McHUdbT6Qmpb7WG8gQXze414AeKcXgej04G-cNTX0hwyjZvuElKtKVM8G0K7H6q0yM/s1600/150410.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 251px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdQtGtB2mya0mQT8x9n-9N0Tw7R6Fh6_mFzo_xYz5aXmxuxkAaVcVsJgd5RQDlpCkl6Mz5DjdY2McHUdbT6Qmpb7WG8gQXze414AeKcXgej04G-cNTX0hwyjZvuElKtKVM8G0K7H6q0yM/s400/150410.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539574276807504514" border="0" /></a><br /><br />and I are hanging out on the floor in Max's bedroom.<br /><br />Max is happily playing with his favourite toys, Cooper is snoozing , I'm reading my favourite interiors blogs and we have our feel good songs playing.<br /><br />A perfect start to the week.<br /><br />I hope you're Monday is just as perfect!<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://s1007.photobucket.com/albums/af198/TamsynRiley/?action=view&current=sig2.jpg" target="_blank"><img style="width: 201px; height: 87px;" src="http://i1007.photobucket.com/albums/af198/TamsynRiley/sig2.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a>Tamsynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14800218969854372400noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6471920024729539492.post-44069653857526400522010-11-13T07:39:00.002+10:002010-11-13T07:43:40.307+10:00This morning, for the first time Max pulled off his nappy and pooed all over his cot.<br /><br />I only have two things to say.<br /><br />1. Thank goodness for plastic backed mattress protectors.<br /><br />and<br /><br />2. OMG the smell. I think it has seared into my nose, I can still smell it.<br /><br /><a href="http://s1007.photobucket.com/albums/af198/TamsynRiley/?action=view&current=sig2.jpg" target="_blank"><img style="width: 202px; height: 88px;" src="http://i1007.photobucket.com/albums/af198/TamsynRiley/sig2.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a>Tamsynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14800218969854372400noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6471920024729539492.post-49972886271765372132010-11-08T07:34:00.005+10:002010-11-08T07:55:44.622+10:00Kisses From KateLast week I took Max over to my friend Nat's place for a play date with Baby Kate. Normally when I take Max around there he is tired and cranky from a busy week of catching up with my Hervey Bay friends and family and he just sits on the floor and cries when Kate comes near him. Not this time! I fed him lunch as soon as we got there and then he was super happy to play.<br /><br />They did a lot of alongside playing, but they also interacted quite a bit. They even gave each other a couple of kisses. It was so sweet!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqZUGk8kmDb6KYPO-RcISpmtSumnqdOMBk7WJeqNhh0v6zTcTNXLkEkznCVzUWYbcpwkVu63IaY60NNPrwnAFo4NSyhtZVqj1PecsQIpUPsJ-p4X7lKm-DXV5WtADmAUotq-tENaMQYhA/s1600/Max+and+Kate.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqZUGk8kmDb6KYPO-RcISpmtSumnqdOMBk7WJeqNhh0v6zTcTNXLkEkznCVzUWYbcpwkVu63IaY60NNPrwnAFo4NSyhtZVqj1PecsQIpUPsJ-p4X7lKm-DXV5WtADmAUotq-tENaMQYhA/s400/Max+and+Kate.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536928996733283042" border="0" /></a><br />Kate is walking already and I was hoping that she might inspire Max to give it a go, but he just crawled around after her. He's a champion stander, but shows no interest in walking!<br /><br />It was really nice to see them happily playing for the first time without bucket loads of tears :)<br /><br />After a couple of hours we put them both down for a nap so that we could have a grown-up catch up and lots of snuggles with little Emily.<br /><br />A perfect day, thanks Nat!<br /><br /><a href="http://s1007.photobucket.com/albums/af198/TamsynRiley/?action=view&current=sig2.jpg" target="_blank"><img style="width: 202px; height: 88px;" src="http://i1007.photobucket.com/albums/af198/TamsynRiley/sig2.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a>Tamsynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14800218969854372400noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6471920024729539492.post-39140749611100515582010-11-06T08:40:00.000+10:002010-11-06T08:41:05.651+10:00A Busy WeekThis week I'm on annual leave from work and Max & I are up in Hervey Bay. I booked the time in so that I could spend time with my sister and her new baby girl. I'm also loving catching up with all my Hervey Bay friends and family.<br /><br />I'm trying to fit as much as I can into the week that I am up here and we ended up having a huge day on Wednesday.<br /><br />We started out the day at the local library. <a href="http://twitter.com/#%21/Jen_T">Jen</a> had the great idea to take Max to the under 2's reading session. It was called the Rhyme and Rattle class and max absolutely loved it! We sang songs, shook maracas, danced, read a story and did lots of clapping. I loved it as much as Max!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjxIJokdvnTZWHqIJOO14t_CL3h7Qy9kS20dh-GndRvp76etxrIhpQKyjaIG40iyo1An0NaiQmhUsTxjK4Wvs_J-PCdXz9lHHZbvshzVT1qbNUkO4FMKDSzbC9F5gYseYZjshG-gXq3dE/s1600/IMG_0426.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjxIJokdvnTZWHqIJOO14t_CL3h7Qy9kS20dh-GndRvp76etxrIhpQKyjaIG40iyo1An0NaiQmhUsTxjK4Wvs_J-PCdXz9lHHZbvshzVT1qbNUkO4FMKDSzbC9F5gYseYZjshG-gXq3dE/s400/IMG_0426.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536193081527482034" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPoNqjPLq6RNLghdGjberEEjXeS43PbiTXjAtbyba8JFY-onUnK-sVGGz_WEXHwGq9GYLh9SB1NRoWuYTAtdGzOrbCEsM_mKJPAgkno39kKadXa9F01Kpw4PSJK2qA2nDyv1F6g_PW2cM/s1600/IMG_0418.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPoNqjPLq6RNLghdGjberEEjXeS43PbiTXjAtbyba8JFY-onUnK-sVGGz_WEXHwGq9GYLh9SB1NRoWuYTAtdGzOrbCEsM_mKJPAgkno39kKadXa9F01Kpw4PSJK2qA2nDyv1F6g_PW2cM/s400/IMG_0418.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536193074357186482" border="0" /></a><br />After that I took Max home for a 25 minute power nap before we went out to <a href="http://2ndkitchen.com.au/">2nd Kitchen</a> to have lunch with <a href="http://lifeincatspyjamas.blogspot.com/">Cat</a>. Max was on his almost-best behaviour and lunch was delicious. Plus I got to catch up with one of my favourite girlfriends. Good things all round!<br /><br />Max was absolutely exhausted after lunch so I planned to take him home for a real nap. On the way back to the in-laws (where I am staying this week) I remembered that I promised to take Max into their shop so that the girls could see him. Whilst I was there my brother-in-law asked if I could take him grocery shopping (he doesn't have a licence at the moment). So I did, cos I'm nice like that :)<br /><br />Next up Jen and I packed our kids (Max, Ava and Emily) and took them out to have a play date with another of my favourite friends and her two gorgeous boys. The three older kids got along beautifully and Max spent the whole time trying to join in with them. When Max wasn't following the kids around he was pressed up against the window 'talking' to Ange's dog. So cute!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFNCbatu6ZJEaDQlvCwxqu2OTLNw9ag2lWWDxw0L1iJ2afQ9kI2wH4j3Hh7Tr0WzW5aoUUOqSDinyOMnx8zdsDIMOQ8Zh-hTpJvZ2kjLOfKC3iTjAmiEbqEDey87TFi5EUsgDH90J15fk/s1600/Ange+and+Emily.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFNCbatu6ZJEaDQlvCwxqu2OTLNw9ag2lWWDxw0L1iJ2afQ9kI2wH4j3Hh7Tr0WzW5aoUUOqSDinyOMnx8zdsDIMOQ8Zh-hTpJvZ2kjLOfKC3iTjAmiEbqEDey87TFi5EUsgDH90J15fk/s400/Ange+and+Emily.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536196490655587010" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBQA6-woH3MooakVJrCtm9agmtisZhXbD98_x9dKEZ5RArV3B1yeTtVGinmsvGtWKLwDekMBfcYMxmKHUb8CBautHbd2rMalnO1TF19KWtj8VDgnTr5Mabt1YxPG8be5SJLj1gyy4nHFs/s1600/Ronan.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBQA6-woH3MooakVJrCtm9agmtisZhXbD98_x9dKEZ5RArV3B1yeTtVGinmsvGtWKLwDekMBfcYMxmKHUb8CBautHbd2rMalnO1TF19KWtj8VDgnTr5Mabt1YxPG8be5SJLj1gyy4nHFs/s400/Ronan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536196515062715090" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCzKEpP75DDfRTvl08zged50MVTbZZIMKFNmZy3_12VnFvEQX_-gFQErqFTaIUFgC-8m_h35klS2XFIjS4yeLMGxlSiwbmT4NGO3aiHy1IRuw1THeQUqprxcAISapR_OBugtPAw4H_js0/s1600/Max+with+the+Wiggles+Drum.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCzKEpP75DDfRTvl08zged50MVTbZZIMKFNmZy3_12VnFvEQX_-gFQErqFTaIUFgC-8m_h35klS2XFIjS4yeLMGxlSiwbmT4NGO3aiHy1IRuw1THeQUqprxcAISapR_OBugtPAw4H_js0/s400/Max+with+the+Wiggles+Drum.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536196510482112818" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG0PiFhrSwUE3pwrdbQi9APwRAhPNMlljuyJpviQ6_96WsTP2HM5wpbTasazRlPRQya57XWnVWzcGeBFefMgoVPvOfbHGedqoa9IaBVjTg42inUxGywxaZKpWjbHokUBE1KAf09igHN0s/s1600/Ava+and+Tristan.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG0PiFhrSwUE3pwrdbQi9APwRAhPNMlljuyJpviQ6_96WsTP2HM5wpbTasazRlPRQya57XWnVWzcGeBFefMgoVPvOfbHGedqoa9IaBVjTg42inUxGywxaZKpWjbHokUBE1KAf09igHN0s/s400/Ava+and+Tristan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536196495242835106" border="0" /></a>Ange has a cake making business (<a href="http://www.facebook.com/search.php?q=angel+cake&init=quick&tas=search_preload#%21/pages/Angel-Cake/135749556450179">Angel Cake</a>), so we also planned out the cakes for Jen's baby shower. I can't wait to show you the photos, it's going to be gorgeous!!<br /><br />Max fell asleep in the car almost as soon as we left Ange's and slept the 20 minutes it took as to get back to the in-laws. We tried to bath him, feed him and give him some cuddles before bed, but he wasn't having a bar of it. Poor little baby was exhausted!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieahtNDn1PHQgde629dhnVdNTv7rghlHjwACTDHTFuyMw5GdWu6WdomwwZlmyNQ7ldqmrYr9XRDycnWnEH57a6tbCxV6Sskcznp8wN7DLQ5GaaKr4OtJ_eOgN4AUhnMjFB1mRz6Os-_8o/s1600/Max+asleep+in+the+car.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieahtNDn1PHQgde629dhnVdNTv7rghlHjwACTDHTFuyMw5GdWu6WdomwwZlmyNQ7ldqmrYr9XRDycnWnEH57a6tbCxV6Sskcznp8wN7DLQ5GaaKr4OtJ_eOgN4AUhnMjFB1mRz6Os-_8o/s400/Max+asleep+in+the+car.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536196504632334258" border="0" /></a>Two days later I think he is still playing catch up on his sleep. He's needing three naps a day instead of two :)<br /><br />Weeks like this where I get to catch up with some of my closest girlfriends, spend the days with my sister and see Max spoilt by family make me really want to move back to the Bay. It wont be happening though... It looks like we are going to be in Brisbane for at least the next five to ten years.<br /><br /><a href="http://s1007.photobucket.com/albums/af198/TamsynRiley/?action=view&current=sig2.jpg" target="_blank"><img style="width: 199px; height: 86px;" src="http://i1007.photobucket.com/albums/af198/TamsynRiley/sig2.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a>Tamsynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14800218969854372400noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6471920024729539492.post-18303785097730739232010-11-03T12:04:00.004+10:002010-11-03T21:11:52.326+10:00The Social NetworkYesterday my <a href="http://twitter.com/#%21/Jen_T">Sister</a> and I decided to take our babies to the cinema and see The Social Network. I never (never, ever, ever) go to the movies so I was really looking forward to it.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiv-9kTpm81WA-wnrk3pbdXsvUctZnYr7mF76C9cTl3nXIoP4i-hufvmo44sM98HGsnL7FXT8u0DX2tuviX7af3wGit2KZORmWaJ4Pc_Y4KM4wM-IlAqQs2j2S27l4VnMqh_SLBDojMfs/s1600/Jenny+Max+and+Emily.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiv-9kTpm81WA-wnrk3pbdXsvUctZnYr7mF76C9cTl3nXIoP4i-hufvmo44sM98HGsnL7FXT8u0DX2tuviX7af3wGit2KZORmWaJ4Pc_Y4KM4wM-IlAqQs2j2S27l4VnMqh_SLBDojMfs/s400/Jenny+Max+and+Emily.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535143472666170594" border="0" /></a>We decided to go to the 10am session, that way there hopefully wouldn't be too many people there and they wouldn't mind too much if we had our babies.<br /><br />I planned ahead. I kept Max awake through his usual 9am nap, I packed two bottles, I packed a blanket, 5 dummies and heaps of quiet toys. I figured I was pretty well sorted.<br /><br />Nope.<br /><br />While Jen's gorgeous baby Emily slept and fed through the movie. Mine smashed his bottle in record time and then proceeded to yell 'DADA' and other cute things at the movie screen.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5gqh043THXvm-Cst3qSTW-sUNDAxLiza9mJwISzBsQ84C_4Job0QKJXsOn0Pr8fVHfFUlKd-Ts3ixw1MXpFTjOSES_n8RzaR-Gj4H_NrcNdrGb_60XreFUOExzhKyMHAnvi8NJqMbsTQ/s1600/Jenny+and+Emily.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5gqh043THXvm-Cst3qSTW-sUNDAxLiza9mJwISzBsQ84C_4Job0QKJXsOn0Pr8fVHfFUlKd-Ts3ixw1MXpFTjOSES_n8RzaR-Gj4H_NrcNdrGb_60XreFUOExzhKyMHAnvi8NJqMbsTQ/s400/Jenny+and+Emily.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535143464730987186" border="0" /></a>Needless to say Max and I spent most of the movie out here...<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNxwFD6vaH5PGicVfO4WySuT17AuuJFREizCsu4zUxMve1PXEy8yljNiG07n35_lbn6vPL1LAp5R3DgE37oq9PDex6i98MgCLyr08Qps6hJSfZNOxPEYnDqOa3-TCIPhn4ghYzpRe1adg/s1600/Max+the+monster+2.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNxwFD6vaH5PGicVfO4WySuT17AuuJFREizCsu4zUxMve1PXEy8yljNiG07n35_lbn6vPL1LAp5R3DgE37oq9PDex6i98MgCLyr08Qps6hJSfZNOxPEYnDqOa3-TCIPhn4ghYzpRe1adg/s400/Max+the+monster+2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535143500595275858" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVrDkCF18ZzPBrIW2rsaovnJBj4ZGfAzxNqswNldK1v8gJYFM8ZAw6jjLLj3SLV4bSc9jjwP2vQPnMPZXYsxoxTdt5PWRDQhyphenhyphenqCrNbGaBB-wzIeD8SUMMPwZwoCqMxkx2VxjtHxOOK9r0/s1600/Max+the+monster.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVrDkCF18ZzPBrIW2rsaovnJBj4ZGfAzxNqswNldK1v8gJYFM8ZAw6jjLLj3SLV4bSc9jjwP2vQPnMPZXYsxoxTdt5PWRDQhyphenhyphenqCrNbGaBB-wzIeD8SUMMPwZwoCqMxkx2VxjtHxOOK9r0/s400/Max+the+monster.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535143491747592674" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOTH7L-kV8uk6qHT-SFFcAorrDoBZs8J99IZkUmcv8XM61DszsHHCp8Ht81PEkSdSSAlJGoaTF4HRkRo6y7OPusnDUIzDuG0s2PyZuJKt0gpYuQUrIj6RGxzjZuUwpm7_seFdHAIsIsOg/s1600/Max+at+the+cinemas.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOTH7L-kV8uk6qHT-SFFcAorrDoBZs8J99IZkUmcv8XM61DszsHHCp8Ht81PEkSdSSAlJGoaTF4HRkRo6y7OPusnDUIzDuG0s2PyZuJKt0gpYuQUrIj6RGxzjZuUwpm7_seFdHAIsIsOg/s400/Max+at+the+cinemas.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535143487254672434" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCst_fJEZZJgMPCVSq8eVybD9o8ntCV6ahMlDVflPxTN_3CLYvGhdPIs7Nk9oUHaIQ9agxJv7Q18jnJFw098Xuw4zPPn0LeKtQb0XkqXHLLmXFX7CTqJtxU1Jo9LsdG_En8IJ1Y_qzoJI/s1600/Max+in+a+racecar+cropped.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCst_fJEZZJgMPCVSq8eVybD9o8ntCV6ahMlDVflPxTN_3CLYvGhdPIs7Nk9oUHaIQ9agxJv7Q18jnJFw098Xuw4zPPn0LeKtQb0XkqXHLLmXFX7CTqJtxU1Jo9LsdG_En8IJ1Y_qzoJI/s400/Max+in+a+racecar+cropped.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535278933184665474" border="0" /></a>I did get to see the start, a few bits in the middle and the last 5 minutes and it looks like a great movie. I will definitely have to get it out when it's released on dvd.<br /><br />In the meantime I think I will find a babysitter next time I decide to go to the movies!!<br /><br /><a href="http://s1007.photobucket.com/albums/af198/TamsynRiley/?action=view&current=sig2.jpg" target="_blank"><img style="width: 196px; height: 85px;" src="http://i1007.photobucket.com/albums/af198/TamsynRiley/sig2.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a>Tamsynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14800218969854372400noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6471920024729539492.post-2551657143269834222010-11-02T18:11:00.005+10:002010-11-02T19:44:45.001+10:00Puppy Love<div style="text-align: center;">***<br /></div>About lunch time today I got home (to the in-laws) and saw two people and two dogs sitting in the front yard. I didn't think too much of it, but as I got out of the car they came down the driveway with the dogs and asked if they were mine.<br /><br />It turns out that they were just out for a walk when they spotted the two dogs sitting in someone's front yard. On the way back they noticed that the dogs were still out and running around in someone else's yard. They knocked on all the doors in the street and couldn't find anyone that knew who owned the dogs.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGnNkhqBcy5yTnFvb9smuOVWyhf5QVFX_NtIVn2ZWJXDpRylmu1phpOclU4rCxn9bmOw-9hCF-ONOjblaFn6aIt9UA33DWVLiRVkgM4eedyRdMvkjXkcSHGtpc3DYLkscdEs_tsfcAQtE/s1600/Male+Staffy+5+Months+a.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGnNkhqBcy5yTnFvb9smuOVWyhf5QVFX_NtIVn2ZWJXDpRylmu1phpOclU4rCxn9bmOw-9hCF-ONOjblaFn6aIt9UA33DWVLiRVkgM4eedyRdMvkjXkcSHGtpc3DYLkscdEs_tsfcAQtE/s400/Male+Staffy+5+Months+a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534882374498615282" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg23yw5We5JVIhnoW2nuJIajB6EZA_cDVAVSb_5sygW1BQNZ7TTNhleYCxRCqDzVFia0BrzK4wgjWP4UKU4eXpKpW3kAhrII_AnFneDovnSLealFf2CmrW5d6Jq7wHsT_Ex6pebiWmto-o/s1600/Male+Staffy+2+also+5+months+a.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg23yw5We5JVIhnoW2nuJIajB6EZA_cDVAVSb_5sygW1BQNZ7TTNhleYCxRCqDzVFia0BrzK4wgjWP4UKU4eXpKpW3kAhrII_AnFneDovnSLealFf2CmrW5d6Jq7wHsT_Ex6pebiWmto-o/s400/Male+Staffy+2+also+5+months+a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534882369654756770" border="0" /></a>They were ready to give up and head home so I took up the challenge. They were so sweet and I couldn't leave them roaming the street.<br /><br />I put them in the car (much to Max's delight) and took them down to the nearest vet so that she could scan them for a microchip (they had no tags or collars on). Neither had a microchip so she took my details in case anyone asked about them and suggested that I call all the vets in town to see if anyone had reported them missing.<br /><br />I took them back home and put them in the pool area with a big bowl of water. The escaped within seconds and came up on to the back deck to see me.<br /><br />I had no luck locating their owners though so I ended up calling the pound and asking them to come out and get them. The guy that came out was super nice, I was really upset to be sending them to the pound, but he said that well cared for dogs like these nearly always get picked up within 24 hours.<br /><br />Honestly they were the sweetest puppies ever. They didn't jump, nip or bark. It's probably a good thing that they were taken from me I completely fell in love with them in less than 4 hours.<br /><br /><a href="http://s1007.photobucket.com/albums/af198/TamsynRiley/?action=view&current=sig2.jpg" target="_blank"><img style="width: 199px; height: 86px;" src="http://i1007.photobucket.com/albums/af198/TamsynRiley/sig2.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a>Tamsynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14800218969854372400noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6471920024729539492.post-60970771308249844262010-11-01T20:15:00.005+10:002010-11-01T20:37:53.355+10:00Emergency Room<div style="text-align: center;">***<br /></div>My poor little baby has a rash. A nasty, spotty, on his face kind of rash. Yuck.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwl_yj1Ac9He9VXaR4irIPyRQN3jx2NuMldxStoIF4VPUwQWYqQ-4eGv_eteaz9oJeYPJpDi1PMnn-PjbxOpiFVWOfxighi3x4iiCdbvLvBmxx6KRJQgqOEzajnylqfm5FtQOf059DGm0/s1600/Rash+2.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwl_yj1Ac9He9VXaR4irIPyRQN3jx2NuMldxStoIF4VPUwQWYqQ-4eGv_eteaz9oJeYPJpDi1PMnn-PjbxOpiFVWOfxighi3x4iiCdbvLvBmxx6KRJQgqOEzajnylqfm5FtQOf059DGm0/s400/Rash+2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534526723919390594" border="0" /></a><br />He's never really had a rash before so I kind of over-reacted when it first came up. It was a Sunday and there were no doctors open, so I took him to the emergency room at the hospital. The checked him out and said that there is absolutely nothing wrong with him. He might be teething or have a cold or something like that. But nothing seriously wrong. Phew. The doctor was really nice about it though, he gave me a few tips on when to worry about a rash and got me to feel some glands behinds Max's ears because they were a bit swollen. A nice change from <a href="http://amixielife.blogspot.com/2010/09/how-dare-she.html">Dr Horrible</a>!<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimCtYGac9qSdPSX9yblV07aidteMcRLLRJafNYjWbmXCo4JeyeprFd8khyJMuWUpsZeKpcxZMxI_2l8IMWCjRdZdZndMY7Pi5BCXdimV-EfqAZ9UlhJTitVqaKuRnJjfEOzjHU1KVqQm4/s1600/Max.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimCtYGac9qSdPSX9yblV07aidteMcRLLRJafNYjWbmXCo4JeyeprFd8khyJMuWUpsZeKpcxZMxI_2l8IMWCjRdZdZndMY7Pi5BCXdimV-EfqAZ9UlhJTitVqaKuRnJjfEOzjHU1KVqQm4/s400/Max.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534526719478598946" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5YP2xH_T7yYN4b6OiGrTa54OfMUZA56LtgFUN3LraO32kNPm3mlshwptfDQzd8LVBIj5gKrJ51IHH7H48L_Wp7gCplh_MoyPwZkHnuAUsoCsKBHC0C2Ga0ep6uQWmx_mcjzjqlOKMiFs/s1600/IMG_0343.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5YP2xH_T7yYN4b6OiGrTa54OfMUZA56LtgFUN3LraO32kNPm3mlshwptfDQzd8LVBIj5gKrJ51IHH7H48L_Wp7gCplh_MoyPwZkHnuAUsoCsKBHC0C2Ga0ep6uQWmx_mcjzjqlOKMiFs/s400/IMG_0343.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534526707461570850" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">{This gorgeous little girl and her Mumma made the hour and half wait fun, more on her soon I promise!}</span><br /></div><br />Anyway, today his rash was worse and he has a temperature as well. We saw a nurse today (whilst the above baby was having a check up) and she also said that nothing is wrong with him. The common thing everyone we see says is that because he is so upbeat and smiley that obviously there is nothing wrong with him...<br /><br />I don't think that is a good indication though. While I was absent from the blog Max got a bad case of tonsillitis and had a temp of 39.9 degrees Celsius. I waited 2 days before taking him to the doctor because he was so happy and normal that I figured nothing was seriously wrong. I felt so bad when I found out how sick he was.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh140t2Z4Gb8NcXyXR0xKHJf5iz5Blx6TgMmeTjCdtfPo5hpTzPGXbUVhv2JGV88KSvKxXLNqZRr3Slmji8bJlKBl_CXWbHXoMusZKwNhancmzhnBil8CdWIvlw5Vt8y3vhyphenhyphenncune8LSm8/s1600/Rash.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh140t2Z4Gb8NcXyXR0xKHJf5iz5Blx6TgMmeTjCdtfPo5hpTzPGXbUVhv2JGV88KSvKxXLNqZRr3Slmji8bJlKBl_CXWbHXoMusZKwNhancmzhnBil8CdWIvlw5Vt8y3vhyphenhyphenncune8LSm8/s400/Rash.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534526730112683746" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I guess I will just wait and see again though. If he still has the rash and a temperature tomorrow I might take him to the doctor for a third opinion.<br /><br /><a href="http://s1007.photobucket.com/albums/af198/TamsynRiley/?action=view&current=sig2.jpg" target="_blank"><img style="width: 199px; height: 86px;" src="http://i1007.photobucket.com/albums/af198/TamsynRiley/sig2.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a>Tamsynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14800218969854372400noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6471920024729539492.post-39806099223812228502010-11-01T08:24:00.002+10:002010-11-01T08:39:09.733+10:006 WeeksNo, not 6 weeks pregnant (just in case anyone else's mind always jumps straight to pregnancy, mine always does!!). It's been 6 weeks since I last blogged.<br /><br />It wasn't intentional and it wasn't necessarily because of my last post either. (Thank you all for your sweet words though, each of you made me feel better and brought a smile to my face.) I have been having a hard time of it though. I didn't think putting Max into care would feel any different than leaving him at home with the Big Man each day... I was definitely wrong about that.<br /><br />It's not that they don't take good care of him, it's just that I miss him like crazy. Max is at such a beautiful age, he wants me close by all the time.<br /><br />He sits on the floor with his arms up in the air saying 'Mumma' when he wants to be picked up. He laughs and smiles when I do pick him up. He sobs when I don't. He loves to sit outside in the grass and help me garden. He loves it when I read to him. The smiles he gives me when I go into his room first thing in the morning are the most beautiful things I have ever seen in my life. My baby loves me and wants me.<br /><br />He's only going to be a baby once and I really feel like I need to make the most of it. So I have cut back my work from four days down to 2 per week and I've done the same with his daycare. Tuesdays and Wednesdays we spend apart and every other day we get to spend together. Happy Mumma and happy baby!!<br /><br /><a href="http://s1007.photobucket.com/albums/af198/TamsynRiley/?action=view&current=sig2.jpg" target="_blank"><img style="width: 201px; height: 87px;" src="http://i1007.photobucket.com/albums/af198/TamsynRiley/sig2.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a>Tamsynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14800218969854372400noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6471920024729539492.post-42763715094970715082010-09-20T12:03:00.003+10:002010-09-20T12:25:38.156+10:00How Dare SheI just had the most horrible experience I have ever had with a doctor today. It was horrific.<br /><br />I am still sick (nausea, vomiting and diarrhea) and thought that seeing as it has been five days I should probably go and make sure that everything was ok.<br /><br />Whilst the doctor was asking questions it came up that I have a baby. Here's what unfolded...<br /><br />Dr Horrible: <span style="font-style: italic;">How old is your baby?</span><br /><br />Me: (obviously proud of the fact that I am a Mumma) <span style="font-style: italic;">He's 9 months old</span><br /><br />Dr Horrible: <span style="font-style: italic;">Well, where is he?</span><br /><br />Me: <span style="font-style: italic;">At daycare. Actually today is his first day!</span><br /><br />Dr Horrible: <span style="font-style: italic;">At daycare!?</span><br /><br />Me: <span style="font-style: italic;">Yep</span><br /><br />Dr Horrible: <span style="font-style: italic;">Does he go there all day.</span><br /><br />Me: <span style="font-style: italic;">Some days he will be.</span><br /><br />Dr Horrible: <span style="font-style: italic;">In a daycare centre, all day?!</span><br /><br />Me: <span style="font-style: italic;">Uh-huh, some days.</span><br /><br />Dr Horrible: <span style="font-style: italic;">Don't you know that they rarely ever hold babies in daycare centres?</span><br /><br />Me: <span style="font-style: italic;">Ummm</span><br /><br />Dr Horrible: <span style="font-style: italic;">Babies need to be held. He is not going to feel loved. You baby needs to feel loved</span>.<br /><br />Me: (holding back the tears) <span style="font-style: italic;">Well, you see I have a job. I need to work. To pay bills and stuff.</span><br /><br />Dr Horrible: <span style="font-style: italic;">And your baby needs to feel loved. He needs to be at home. With you.</span><br /><br />I managed to hold back the tears until I got to reception, but then I started bawling to the girls and the front desk. They were really nice and sympathetic, but didn't seem overly surprised. I guess I'm not the first person that has felt judged by her.<br /><br />I was (and still am) really upset when I got out to the car. I called the Big Man and ended up crying so hard that I threw up in the car.<br /><br />I just feel so angry and so guilty. Angry that she felt the need to judge me, but guilty because part of me thinks that maybe she is right. I should be at home with Max giving him all the love and attention that he deserves.<br /><br /><a href="http://s1007.photobucket.com/albums/af198/TamsynRiley/?action=view&current=sig2.jpg" target="_blank"><img style="width: 201px; height: 87px;" src="http://i1007.photobucket.com/albums/af198/TamsynRiley/sig2.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a>Tamsynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14800218969854372400noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6471920024729539492.post-23468956867248994132010-09-18T10:00:00.003+10:002010-09-18T10:24:51.711+10:00Brain DumpI really don't have it in me to construct a sentences and paragraphs today, so a bullet point brain dump is what you're getting. Sorry.<br /><br /><ul><li>The Big Man started a new job on Monday, so I've taken the week off work to look after Max and arrange some childcare for him. The Big Man has been working from home since Max was 10 weeks old and I went back to work. It's a big deal for me, putting him into childcare... But Max and I spent an hour together at the centre on Tuesday and it does seem really awesome. I'm sure he will love it.</li></ul><ul><li>Ever since Max was born I was adamant that Max would go to family daycare when the time came. It wasn't until I actually had to go and find somewhere for him to go that I changed my mind and decided on a childcare centre. It might seem like tough love, but I kind of like the idea that he will have to become a bit more independent and stand up for himself a bit more in a group environment. Mean Mummy?</li></ul><ul><li>The Big Man has been working really long hours for his new job. He's at work again this morning (Saturday) and has already done 60 hours this week. He's going to need to let his boss know that it can't stay like that, we have a baby and a life outside work. He needs balance. His role is a management position, but I still think that they are asking too much of him. A happy and balanced life will allow him to be so much more focused when he is at work anyway...</li></ul><ul><li>This week has been really rough for me. I started out with a cold on Monday morning, but was all better by Tuesday. Then Wednesday night I started to feel really nauseous and off colour. I have spent the last two days (Thursday and Friday) with an upset stomach, vomiting, constant nausea, and no appetite. Nasty. I thought I was feeling better this morning, but as I got up and started playing with Max it hit me again. Max is napping now and I am in bed with my laptop and bucket :(</li></ul><ul><li>Last night I was feeling my worst, but still cooked the Big Man dinner, did his laundry, cleaned the house, vacuumed the floors and moped the bathrooms because I know how hard he has been working and didn't want him to come home to mess and no dinner. Does anyone else get the cleaning bug real bad whenever they get sick? I think it is maybe my subconscious telling me that my surroundings could be making me sick and I need to scrub all the germs away...</li></ul><ul><li>I am so grateful to my truly awesome friend Emma who took Max for two and a half hours yesterday so that I could have a sleep. I owe her big time!</li></ul><ul><li>The cost of childcare is absolutely staggering. At this point I am struggling to work out how we can get ahead whilst paying those kind of fees... Hopefully I get a promotion and start earning some decent money in the very near future.</li></ul><ul><li>I am really missing my sister, my bff Erin and my Hervey Bay girlfriends at the moment. I would love to be closer to them all and be able to catch up with them on a weekly basis.</li></ul><ul><li>I haven't been taking photos lately. In fact I can't remember when the last time I picked up the camera was. You will just have to trust me when I say that Max is still incredibly gorgeous :)</li></ul><ul><li>I have still been reading all of my favourite blogs, but I haven't been commenting much lately. I still love you all and will get around to commenting soon xx<br /></li></ul>Ok, brain dump over for now. I am going to try and get some sleep before Max wakes up again.<br /><br /><a href="http://s1007.photobucket.com/albums/af198/TamsynRiley/?action=view&current=sig2.jpg" target="_blank"><img style="width: 199px; height: 86px;" src="http://i1007.photobucket.com/albums/af198/TamsynRiley/sig2.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a>Tamsynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14800218969854372400noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6471920024729539492.post-80449997121694179772010-08-22T18:33:00.004+10:002010-08-22T18:44:54.292+10:00An Afternoon in the Park<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKpRLUm_chJwsv6ZgOAo8N3_Pqk7sf4P5ZtJM89zaqdL2e18EeVGA5jW6puIS_gpSaOo7xXtfvALcISAuDlbbd_uJiR1AdIoy3h3VXW_IVNzTCocqvxnRqONM90u0NdnFcxmSyJyYHCI4/s1600/in+the+park.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKpRLUm_chJwsv6ZgOAo8N3_Pqk7sf4P5ZtJM89zaqdL2e18EeVGA5jW6puIS_gpSaOo7xXtfvALcISAuDlbbd_uJiR1AdIoy3h3VXW_IVNzTCocqvxnRqONM90u0NdnFcxmSyJyYHCI4/s400/in+the+park.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508151245264453042" border="0" /></a><br />This afternoon Dez and I decided to take our beautiful baby boys down to the park for some fresh air.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhu41wJOJy-BBOQbIOwnWnr7Elg-SJZRz91az5hX7JbEAR0OXs_ZQlvuiQg1SgTr0X-joUNA5ypp6ib_KPbbwVVK5KAyFzV76tl_gLpMXyuoHnAHKJewPxAkcVRnCgjFgzoYA1EP1e6_sc/s1600/in+the+park2+.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhu41wJOJy-BBOQbIOwnWnr7Elg-SJZRz91az5hX7JbEAR0OXs_ZQlvuiQg1SgTr0X-joUNA5ypp6ib_KPbbwVVK5KAyFzV76tl_gLpMXyuoHnAHKJewPxAkcVRnCgjFgzoYA1EP1e6_sc/s400/in+the+park2+.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508151252068459554" border="0" /></a><br />Ethan is still a bit young to fully appreciate the outdoors, but Max absolutely loved it. He watched the big kids riding around on their bikes, played with the grass, crawled around and generally had a really good time.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqu2fh0TbMCwz0QQmOxtakLU_tr_Sx6cD4GpQCAe0MTwB6QOTHxAmgJwCdv93z__hASzwYbIDk0Elaq9G5GzKl7Q_Dqn48a5XSj2KDhBeBZymrRoejKKD7HnLyCC3k-PDvc7ELSKykAqw/s1600/in+the+park4.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 269px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqu2fh0TbMCwz0QQmOxtakLU_tr_Sx6cD4GpQCAe0MTwB6QOTHxAmgJwCdv93z__hASzwYbIDk0Elaq9G5GzKl7Q_Dqn48a5XSj2KDhBeBZymrRoejKKD7HnLyCC3k-PDvc7ELSKykAqw/s400/in+the+park4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508151273070550210" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0kYlLtsyTRBY4inepk01Jh_WlJSJEPcoDaxlsRpE2WDiznCXq0D7peEKX3776seX8MQyjpcXzMAqtlqyauze0i_OzYZ36f_3_u1rsHtkZJdV7fY90VU6eFG4WK28Tr3Cv38chz3d17fg/s1600/in+the+park7.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0kYlLtsyTRBY4inepk01Jh_WlJSJEPcoDaxlsRpE2WDiznCXq0D7peEKX3776seX8MQyjpcXzMAqtlqyauze0i_OzYZ36f_3_u1rsHtkZJdV7fY90VU6eFG4WK28Tr3Cv38chz3d17fg/s400/in+the+park7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508151691582102370" border="0" /></a><br />It was a welcome change from the usual afternoon play date Dez and I have. Max is normally a bit moody in the afternoons and gets grumpy easily. The change of scenery did wonders and he was too busy exploring to be grumbly.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6eT8UtOmRgOfWqzk2oEgpLppwoEFsgwhIumQDZCtbTi-d5kJxneIS3QBHqd6h0LyE-v-q0grg3XTBoNIivRVZDkUX2d-IyxT3H8twxYgP01QRnaXyoI3fQb86HwIqtFcUHVZKmpXbfg4/s1600/in+the+park5.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6eT8UtOmRgOfWqzk2oEgpLppwoEFsgwhIumQDZCtbTi-d5kJxneIS3QBHqd6h0LyE-v-q0grg3XTBoNIivRVZDkUX2d-IyxT3H8twxYgP01QRnaXyoI3fQb86HwIqtFcUHVZKmpXbfg4/s400/in+the+park5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508151282429695042" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOfWHPPnHW3qVZ8ISlqAZmITFxvDi0QpAL6TByYd0Y1JLwXHKoijEiTjAMN3HtgvhOa91pSQqdPAjlDgr2tBg-2EebzOd44ufiEUxsGDqiBI3A3X5AKapFBXidZJ1m-KMtLmK4Xq8pZFw/s1600/in+the+park6.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOfWHPPnHW3qVZ8ISlqAZmITFxvDi0QpAL6TByYd0Y1JLwXHKoijEiTjAMN3HtgvhOa91pSQqdPAjlDgr2tBg-2EebzOd44ufiEUxsGDqiBI3A3X5AKapFBXidZJ1m-KMtLmK4Xq8pZFw/s400/in+the+park6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508151676353771250" border="0" /></a><br />Something we will definitely have to do more often!<br /><br /><a href="http://s1007.photobucket.com/albums/af198/TamsynRiley/?action=view&current=sig2.jpg" target="_blank"><img style="width: 199px; height: 86px;" src="http://i1007.photobucket.com/albums/af198/TamsynRiley/sig2.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a>Tamsynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14800218969854372400noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6471920024729539492.post-85266477387188210712010-08-22T08:53:00.006+10:002010-08-22T09:10:33.894+10:00Happy Birthday Dad!<div style="text-align: center;">***<br /></div>Last weekend my family got together to celebrate my Dad's birthday. We had a gorgeous time.<br /><br />Lots of family bonding...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinNBqBoUja8UQ36DmiJojT-7jDvry0tiPQW29p4R0nX79vURk7ETA-jAuq11Q3-Phzky7pSb9GyKZe74D6ZR2SSfWit0ZinKT_UWZBtKKBlor8yLhR9Ou8TV52bBansORJVS-jGoMudqo/s1600/Richard+and+max.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinNBqBoUja8UQ36DmiJojT-7jDvry0tiPQW29p4R0nX79vURk7ETA-jAuq11Q3-Phzky7pSb9GyKZe74D6ZR2SSfWit0ZinKT_UWZBtKKBlor8yLhR9Ou8TV52bBansORJVS-jGoMudqo/s400/Richard+and+max.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508003583113767570" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkLP0hG7mmv9AoNZn0-jEDFaSx4ONx_BP2tckmcXEdXALaZH8ddfgGXa-l1CfvG-t5ppJ7fEHjxuCsK1sKsZg-T044yzFWCf5jHCvtXchgUk0NR9cKRFLAECEL92LbRklLYBl-TQOyyN4/s1600/Jen+and+Max.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkLP0hG7mmv9AoNZn0-jEDFaSx4ONx_BP2tckmcXEdXALaZH8ddfgGXa-l1CfvG-t5ppJ7fEHjxuCsK1sKsZg-T044yzFWCf5jHCvtXchgUk0NR9cKRFLAECEL92LbRklLYBl-TQOyyN4/s400/Jen+and+Max.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508001443700121042" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgr1gVVNa4BjkGdJ5NJ84dOXn0On19y_xadUuJCuUdDz14ByOhXHuco00hS3E7fPbgwogJRJWFSgmd5B7Bl_xbxfzafW9pdwaholItCV6feS6hMwtVYyCxV8oV26sKGKHw7NlRAeICXeQk/s1600/Sean+and+Ava.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgr1gVVNa4BjkGdJ5NJ84dOXn0On19y_xadUuJCuUdDz14ByOhXHuco00hS3E7fPbgwogJRJWFSgmd5B7Bl_xbxfzafW9pdwaholItCV6feS6hMwtVYyCxV8oV26sKGKHw7NlRAeICXeQk/s400/Sean+and+Ava.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508002561715267394" border="0" /></a><br />Eating of food...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZa6y9HAIMFTty7pHeSOzgWJuOd1IxaJQFQ3lhOzHEXPGfVU5wOIRmWHCaA653QA55Kc8njP6E13FPpOK1BFstzVAws20SfCvPsNKPrvxMNhF_6o2uU9u5CbQRpUIZqB2t2Ywful9ODrE/s1600/Ava+and+Me.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZa6y9HAIMFTty7pHeSOzgWJuOd1IxaJQFQ3lhOzHEXPGfVU5wOIRmWHCaA653QA55Kc8njP6E13FPpOK1BFstzVAws20SfCvPsNKPrvxMNhF_6o2uU9u5CbQRpUIZqB2t2Ywful9ODrE/s400/Ava+and+Me.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508001409499410162" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrq76vFP1a0df53IHMLH38DHXB6qBSwtAWQhyphenhyphen-DIf_DcGo25sI5qxAzPy0JV8llfIc3SlmYWL9u002K-lt6pkxTUyiLTTUbLyukqUnr_NvkOBf-UG0rPjboALtDX5Fa300rOQ1dhBhbas/s1600/lunch.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrq76vFP1a0df53IHMLH38DHXB6qBSwtAWQhyphenhyphen-DIf_DcGo25sI5qxAzPy0JV8llfIc3SlmYWL9u002K-lt6pkxTUyiLTTUbLyukqUnr_NvkOBf-UG0rPjboALtDX5Fa300rOQ1dhBhbas/s400/lunch.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508001456175809794" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8DUiNDfzPi6ubeF3uIlAqIlo4rvYBfhAXLE5HQRqBRvLNwYc-zgco-OeZ8UpDa7bkj0jQkr1MFzC2o9sJkbWkqgNz4c79Z6fmcUEpV5wWDorp6tazbj9m_qn33GkB4n_2hyphenhyphenwikHtIRtU/s1600/Ava+eating.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8DUiNDfzPi6ubeF3uIlAqIlo4rvYBfhAXLE5HQRqBRvLNwYc-zgco-OeZ8UpDa7bkj0jQkr1MFzC2o9sJkbWkqgNz4c79Z6fmcUEpV5wWDorp6tazbj9m_qn33GkB4n_2hyphenhyphenwikHtIRtU/s400/Ava+eating.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508001419419124626" border="0" /></a><br />And of course birthday cake...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgF5Hez4jDjsUysIRB6-B1ELsEp5uZZUpgSnrsR2h3-CMbPdzZgYLb8adS1Hopo6HOUsdLUrjC0K4eo_o81MzEHJwXowlIEd7cQbAMap-um4Q49Uoj_F6u7QoVduvsMwKio4qzG6bN-2TQ/s1600/Dad+Jen+and+Me.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgF5Hez4jDjsUysIRB6-B1ELsEp5uZZUpgSnrsR2h3-CMbPdzZgYLb8adS1Hopo6HOUsdLUrjC0K4eo_o81MzEHJwXowlIEd7cQbAMap-um4Q49Uoj_F6u7QoVduvsMwKio4qzG6bN-2TQ/s400/Dad+Jen+and+Me.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508001432372435186" border="0" /></a><br />Thanks for letting us celebrate your birthday with you Dad!! xxoo<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://s1007.photobucket.com/albums/af198/TamsynRiley/?action=view&current=sig2.jpg" target="_blank"><img style="width: 203px; height: 88px;" src="http://i1007.photobucket.com/albums/af198/TamsynRiley/sig2.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a>Tamsynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14800218969854372400noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6471920024729539492.post-39577044909199767322010-08-19T08:19:00.002+10:002010-08-19T08:24:20.159+10:00<div style="text-align: center;">***<br /></div>My engagement ring broke last night. I was getting down on the floor to dry Max after his bath and my hand slipped and smashed into the door frame. I looked down at my hand and the diamond was missing from my ring. There were a few moments of panic when we couldn't find the stone, but eventually we did.<br /><br />I'm going to drop it off at the jewellers at lunch time today. Hopefully the get it back to me really quickly. I feel a bit naked without it.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDW96UdcfNXVU3FmlAT1Z3WhffNh5K_LiXhSN2avhnPdIzakHN7Yey7rE9EVGnPGMpx7AIaSxxmX1NHPuceqN50bH1HqEVUUInQwmd7vigJgK9wt4VyJOQOx_k-1bvRwfclCk4s5c-EDI/s1600/done.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDW96UdcfNXVU3FmlAT1Z3WhffNh5K_LiXhSN2avhnPdIzakHN7Yey7rE9EVGnPGMpx7AIaSxxmX1NHPuceqN50bH1HqEVUUInQwmd7vigJgK9wt4VyJOQOx_k-1bvRwfclCk4s5c-EDI/s400/done.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506879106293123874" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://s1007.photobucket.com/albums/af198/TamsynRiley/?action=view&current=sig2.jpg" target="_blank"><img style="width: 199px; height: 86px;" src="http://i1007.photobucket.com/albums/af198/TamsynRiley/sig2.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a>Tamsynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14800218969854372400noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6471920024729539492.post-52221552077621238982010-08-18T19:25:00.003+10:002010-08-18T19:44:40.421+10:00A Lucky BabyBeing a parent is by far the most amazing and rewarding thing I have ever experienced in my life. So I can only imagine the feeling when you become a grandparent. Seeing your babies have babies of their own must make you feel like you are going to burst!<br /><br />We we're fortunate enough to have quite a few family members come and visit us last week. First up was my Mum. She hadn't stayed with us for about 8 weeks and Max had so many new things to show her. He crawled around like a demon, stood up (with some help from me), showed his Grandma that he could feed himself and topped it all off with a monster tantrum! Luckily Mum loves him unconditionally :)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbQIVGeKRk8NhXhNgRfru-w-ZyaAvv5hGCZLQfC6hOknauoHjL4ldki-X2K-Xezux3N-6FS1o9M-OmUtkBJIqe2nNTf7ENhYmwLb7KJVms43XBfCQwaHgEldiWDw5kSmXJ_awlQIMAObA/s1600/IMG_0159.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbQIVGeKRk8NhXhNgRfru-w-ZyaAvv5hGCZLQfC6hOknauoHjL4ldki-X2K-Xezux3N-6FS1o9M-OmUtkBJIqe2nNTf7ENhYmwLb7KJVms43XBfCQwaHgEldiWDw5kSmXJ_awlQIMAObA/s400/IMG_0159.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506681942015983650" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaFzYbXG_hbxS4O1y3C5UagrzECaREcP6fbrlMOgWSLLwd5JFQ7H8sqWbbwPaj8g0iDgyXpvkWhTSTUTRoNOHTQGzPLI6RT_ryHj5AsQleWw26Fz2QF0QrIiJSypeTQA1E-Yv4xKhi7aU/s1600/IMG_0162.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaFzYbXG_hbxS4O1y3C5UagrzECaREcP6fbrlMOgWSLLwd5JFQ7H8sqWbbwPaj8g0iDgyXpvkWhTSTUTRoNOHTQGzPLI6RT_ryHj5AsQleWw26Fz2QF0QrIiJSypeTQA1E-Yv4xKhi7aU/s400/IMG_0162.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506681937055252290" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhz0_yGcDe_gPSuVN3YdMIuT5I55SWku2faSspKLxs_Cq_I-X6s0_0qm2enVhyphenhyphenoKZluLJQ4FIv-67veVPcbqXXpJlBBR7cYJOC_bOxNQ6G70Ryue2PFmeRm8C-xVpBwpX8GKhQK7s0bzIg/s1600/IMG_0157.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhz0_yGcDe_gPSuVN3YdMIuT5I55SWku2faSspKLxs_Cq_I-X6s0_0qm2enVhyphenhyphenoKZluLJQ4FIv-67veVPcbqXXpJlBBR7cYJOC_bOxNQ6G70Ryue2PFmeRm8C-xVpBwpX8GKhQK7s0bzIg/s400/IMG_0157.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506681928496883634" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-OknNnfXmIq6U7XaFacp_DONv_w2lxcJWLqtmxFg729L3-LSdlOrinpxhzREaGyBkLasq54LUs9kwXyfbDASvUXmxA4Byw-djWsxnsoJpmXf-kiCXKMfyYkmtq2n251NNKQlilVY9FoA/s1600/IMG_0171.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-OknNnfXmIq6U7XaFacp_DONv_w2lxcJWLqtmxFg729L3-LSdlOrinpxhzREaGyBkLasq54LUs9kwXyfbDASvUXmxA4Byw-djWsxnsoJpmXf-kiCXKMfyYkmtq2n251NNKQlilVY9FoA/s400/IMG_0171.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506681955383812578" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpPwA17aN2ekO-8sv6oqieEIW8sXGTfs1VyIy0rA-ARHqy_nK_MH9ADQGWG-Zv5a3B6Fgap2Xgafs8pNbpWbS_vRG-UirklHvB9YAav9JW_KJkBWIyXPFADNQa0Z7qdM28Vz-ct-r2MbA/s1600/IMG_0167.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpPwA17aN2ekO-8sv6oqieEIW8sXGTfs1VyIy0rA-ARHqy_nK_MH9ADQGWG-Zv5a3B6Fgap2Xgafs8pNbpWbS_vRG-UirklHvB9YAav9JW_KJkBWIyXPFADNQa0Z7qdM28Vz-ct-r2MbA/s400/IMG_0167.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506681947516825858" border="0" /></a>More family updates soon!<br /><br /><a href="http://s1007.photobucket.com/albums/af198/TamsynRiley/?action=view&current=sig2.jpg" target="_blank"><img style="width: 199px; height: 86px;" src="http://i1007.photobucket.com/albums/af198/TamsynRiley/sig2.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a>Tamsynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14800218969854372400noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6471920024729539492.post-90625298706479584492010-08-14T17:17:00.007+10:002010-08-14T18:05:12.207+10:00Saturday Fun<div style="text-align: center;">***<br /></div>Today I spent the entire day hanging out with Max and my adorable niece Ava.<br /><br />Seeing as I am Ava's funniest Aunt (so much fun that apparently she doesn't think that I'm a grown up and double checks everything with her Mum to find out if I actually know what I'm talking about or if I am just making stuff up again...) I decided to plan a super-fun day for the three of us.<br /><br />We started the morning off with the Big Man's famous pancakes. Even Max thinks they are delicious.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVGTwg1KBNPpyIb-nWNM4DsNd0dkCepGimoqvyb5dG3VZOJjimHZyDvv7qp415vKqfduSlzIcun5LkV-Gtc1OgTa3OQ9xJHojPoDn11Vv7xQy3PxrD_ZVtNDI_6Nl3iRWx6W1e2BCie4g/s1600/photo7.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVGTwg1KBNPpyIb-nWNM4DsNd0dkCepGimoqvyb5dG3VZOJjimHZyDvv7qp415vKqfduSlzIcun5LkV-Gtc1OgTa3OQ9xJHojPoDn11Vv7xQy3PxrD_ZVtNDI_6Nl3iRWx6W1e2BCie4g/s400/photo7.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505172525950898034" border="0" /></a><br />Then we hit the town.<br /><br />First stop was the petting zoo. Ava had an absolute ball patting all the baby animals, watching the baby chickens in their cage, getting licked by a calf and watching a piglet having a bottle. Max really enjoyed it to, I think he was itching to get in amongst the animals and touch them.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuJyM12OftcfeA5by33nFhDWrWam1HcwlAvVcncU_BAl1NK6pqvrbphySyeBqJ7CR1TamT2AuQRbE8kKRobbtTW_iIsCzHsCVWLMEstyi57v1AHHYvNA1HAE0pVMSpjRGidtnTO15XwfM/s1600/photo.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuJyM12OftcfeA5by33nFhDWrWam1HcwlAvVcncU_BAl1NK6pqvrbphySyeBqJ7CR1TamT2AuQRbE8kKRobbtTW_iIsCzHsCVWLMEstyi57v1AHHYvNA1HAE0pVMSpjRGidtnTO15XwfM/s400/photo.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505170201668244114" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmvqscRl44kLocJir0kKymO_cMjScMUgIktTAYgygOdqwXApor_ZAFNaaDAqPwkjE35IbQ2WC5DeZI68SKTndU9lNz35R6EaTYlIyXT-EiETu86AAaMJDkBLYt3JpeBnXPXF55i8mKoEI/s1600/photo1.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmvqscRl44kLocJir0kKymO_cMjScMUgIktTAYgygOdqwXApor_ZAFNaaDAqPwkjE35IbQ2WC5DeZI68SKTndU9lNz35R6EaTYlIyXT-EiETu86AAaMJDkBLYt3JpeBnXPXF55i8mKoEI/s400/photo1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505170210114579794" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeqJ5ouf4FKZIgmMu_rGxA3c_9nIhTEO2enS_YRyro38mcq7644LaLgOk-tdOEUPlWd5SjHhb85s0j7x0wV9N-gcwZKL5EDtiilpgJ3W4tL0li1mUYiUlyLyH0eF50c5WyKsow6qMPoP0/s1600/photo4.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeqJ5ouf4FKZIgmMu_rGxA3c_9nIhTEO2enS_YRyro38mcq7644LaLgOk-tdOEUPlWd5SjHhb85s0j7x0wV9N-gcwZKL5EDtiilpgJ3W4tL0li1mUYiUlyLyH0eF50c5WyKsow6qMPoP0/s400/photo4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505170226375906242" border="0" /></a><br />Next up we headed to a huge indoor playcentre. Max and Ava both had a blast here. Max even got to experience his first time down a slide. He loved it so much that he started laughing, so cute!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjb-1hjT2FfJTnb38Bw-4rBZXvHGqiVr4hEwdYvBTA9DdLF4wu1kchAoVaWTvFzmAc084hTYncT1HKoprGW43w3elI-1pRW0X2epYmeh2Lek2z59pXvPk_7djDyQhDh1NFrWFC0tZsjBUc/s1600/photo3.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjb-1hjT2FfJTnb38Bw-4rBZXvHGqiVr4hEwdYvBTA9DdLF4wu1kchAoVaWTvFzmAc084hTYncT1HKoprGW43w3elI-1pRW0X2epYmeh2Lek2z59pXvPk_7djDyQhDh1NFrWFC0tZsjBUc/s400/photo3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505170220276430114" border="0" /></a><br />We topped it all off by heading to Hungry Jacks for a late lunch and more playtime.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8LGFoEAhgs1hJLS2XyTc_6tBXSN7OO858A4QR4fAsug84NxI_MXrLrniT3n3J2o94XGuRgJqwFus8yAUdUjH6MpTOrBEnOeJmQfltfucEJenQon-oaAJAf7DOHfPEOIcM52mF8P7xHbI/s1600/photo6.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8LGFoEAhgs1hJLS2XyTc_6tBXSN7OO858A4QR4fAsug84NxI_MXrLrniT3n3J2o94XGuRgJqwFus8yAUdUjH6MpTOrBEnOeJmQfltfucEJenQon-oaAJAf7DOHfPEOIcM52mF8P7xHbI/s400/photo6.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505170231803349506" border="0" /></a><br />We're back home now, both Max and Ava went down for naps without any fuss at all and are still sound asleep two hours later. Bliss.<br /><br />It was such a fun day, I can't wait to do it all again some time soon.<br /><br /><a href="http://s1007.photobucket.com/albums/af198/TamsynRiley/?action=view&current=sig2.jpg" target="_blank"><img style="width: 199px; height: 86px;" src="http://i1007.photobucket.com/albums/af198/TamsynRiley/sig2.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a>Tamsynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14800218969854372400noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6471920024729539492.post-75801261981191396862010-08-10T21:33:00.005+10:002010-08-10T21:56:48.939+10:00Max Can Stand!<div style="text-align: center;">***<br /></div>Last week my baby boy was just getting the hang of crawling, now all of a sudden he is pulling himself up and standing!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibgCAVTCPUXVwTWq31oy0g15ls5S8x2dIy5Qori3wjKDlkB5BX3LVMOx6puabHWjXH2k8MfTRodkT8XiN-7bNBhEJ_zc-jIoFtGQPnVORc8O9l4Wu4UpI04_aQzftw7MthyphenhyphenBc3VHFzPpc/s1600/IMG_0082.jpg"><img style="display: block; 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margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgB-gCadONFQUCiQLfaEF5Z-TV1cmT1yjT1MpPvhD0v9KUwDQSynezn40lk7RbSRMmyvxd_3AzW4E5oV6EXWYcJ8GZe9S6SH1sLRcTkq5rQVv4MCPKcsQwXLiSVJhRIIblcqUb5vQ75Xuw/s400/IMG_0094.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503745287121224146" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfsHeDMj7dgD8BsCtQvkBZkA0whSlKThOLD6RWQeizGRJB5JtrD00YruhDb7jailQo5gZt9mis51kXahhb2XiBsRBcVXfginFcwoiKuqYgdvyKpDKiIlYANaHTDm_UyYKzIz78uc8uwok/s1600/IMG_0095.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfsHeDMj7dgD8BsCtQvkBZkA0whSlKThOLD6RWQeizGRJB5JtrD00YruhDb7jailQo5gZt9mis51kXahhb2XiBsRBcVXfginFcwoiKuqYgdvyKpDKiIlYANaHTDm_UyYKzIz78uc8uwok/s400/IMG_0095.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503745288407637010" border="0" /></a>First attempt didn't end perfectly....<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQ45idO7E0Xs7pZvhB41DWeXldibD07fLrtqswfePXmG_ankhxws-b0sm3fyOwSaGvAOVqXPKGxdqkzgMI30DmK7Zn7jXpm6OgtLwOwqbCTduMA-MD3-a7pjsWhINUT-m8wGHEhcbSLYM/s1600/IMG_0103.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQ45idO7E0Xs7pZvhB41DWeXldibD07fLrtqswfePXmG_ankhxws-b0sm3fyOwSaGvAOVqXPKGxdqkzgMI30DmK7Zn7jXpm6OgtLwOwqbCTduMA-MD3-a7pjsWhINUT-m8wGHEhcbSLYM/s400/IMG_0103.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503745300184378498" border="0" /></a>Second attempt was much more successful!<br /><br />How did this happen so quickly?!<br /><br /><a href="http://s1007.photobucket.com/albums/af198/TamsynRiley/?action=view&current=sig2.jpg" target="_blank"><img style="width: 199px; height: 86px;" src="http://i1007.photobucket.com/albums/af198/TamsynRiley/sig2.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a>Tamsynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14800218969854372400noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6471920024729539492.post-24409855008760124202010-08-08T17:41:00.002+10:002010-08-08T17:44:25.413+10:008 Months<div style="text-align: center;">***<br /></div>Dear Max,<br /><br />Oh my goodness. Where to start...<br /><br />8 months is everything I imagined and so much more. You are a fun, smiley, happy, laughing baby boy. Every day with you is fun and every day is a new adventure.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGpPRd_XpYXUKU3xTLuybLo_Ws-6DXuNpOykcl4kOfzXCv3VgpNLqazJDVkvhpM9kd0gYWNjdi_xisy-mjdAaKOpIy28cySTHd-cV5VrZn-Jr-Rus4EM_H9GS66QHkIQPcSu2GDwKRpq4/s1600/Max8.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGpPRd_XpYXUKU3xTLuybLo_Ws-6DXuNpOykcl4kOfzXCv3VgpNLqazJDVkvhpM9kd0gYWNjdi_xisy-mjdAaKOpIy28cySTHd-cV5VrZn-Jr-Rus4EM_H9GS66QHkIQPcSu2GDwKRpq4/s400/Max8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502940215501106082" border="0" /></a><br />About five weeks ago you started to show signs that you were thinking about crawling. It started out with you rocking back and forwards on your hands and knees. Then you started to experiment with different ideas. Some days you would be raising up a hand, the next day moving your legs. Every day Daddy and I would look at each other and say 'he's so close to crawling!'. It took a little bit longer than we expected, but one day about a week ago we looked down at our feet and there you were properly crawling around! No more falling down every couple of paces, you really have the hang of it now. You chase after Cooper and go after the things you want. We are so proud of you!<br /><br /><object height="385" width="480"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/55rcyvW4CLs&hl=en_GB&fs=1?color1=0x2b405b&color2=0x6b8ab6"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/55rcyvW4CLs&hl=en_GB&fs=1?color1=0x2b405b&color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="385" width="480"></embed></object><br /><br />The next biggest change we've noticed is playtime. You don't really like to be in one spot anymore, you like to crawl around on the floor playing with your toys and chasing Cooper. You spend ages crawling over to where Cooper is, reaching out and touching him, only for him to get up and walk away. Again and again and again! And you love it :)<br /><br />Your have heaps of toys (mainly hand-me-downs from Cousin Ava) to play with, but your favourite toy in the world at the moment is your plastic fish. Your 25 cent plastic fish. I love that you get so much joy from simple things!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDMZT8E7nkfjo7Ueygiyl1a9lA4amkaopb2WYMWOIoLgWA6cmxCMNKKYs7OjGR1OTXiidAoe1v2aNCSnuTiAuFqRTDSTnipm8ZD-7msyheC6-g1JERenAoUS64FgCUk9ji9wx7V3hDIOA/s1600/IMG_9830.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDMZT8E7nkfjo7Ueygiyl1a9lA4amkaopb2WYMWOIoLgWA6cmxCMNKKYs7OjGR1OTXiidAoe1v2aNCSnuTiAuFqRTDSTnipm8ZD-7msyheC6-g1JERenAoUS64FgCUk9ji9wx7V3hDIOA/s400/IMG_9830.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502940203375789346" border="0" /></a>There is one sad part about you growing up so quickly and that is that you're not a fan of cuddles anymore. You still like being held and sitting in our laps. But snuggly, sleepy cuddles? Not on your life! You push us away and kick up a big fuss, especially if you think there is a chance that we might be tricking you into sleeping. I miss those beautiful sleepy snuggles that we used to have. But all the exciting new things that you are learning help to make up for it.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaWI3q25LKbWISQEcIRgKynRFLp-UeEeLd4nqPrwbMh9XaMwymW1LVXPRQmwf37kfA2hccr7ZntEMnDlRqOoVLG1BkiWGluv6F1UxMASEzGEAewVdwMytiUVif48Hg3WQxPDeXpxUcxvE/s1600/so+cute.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaWI3q25LKbWISQEcIRgKynRFLp-UeEeLd4nqPrwbMh9XaMwymW1LVXPRQmwf37kfA2hccr7ZntEMnDlRqOoVLG1BkiWGluv6F1UxMASEzGEAewVdwMytiUVif48Hg3WQxPDeXpxUcxvE/s400/so+cute.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502940788882927378" border="0" /></a><br />We love you so much Max. You are everything that we could have ever hoped for and so much more.<br /><br />Lots and lots and lots of Love,<br /><br />Mummy xxoo<br /><br /><a href="http://s1007.photobucket.com/albums/af198/TamsynRiley/?action=view&current=sig2.jpg" target="_blank"><img style="width: 199px; height: 86px;" src="http://i1007.photobucket.com/albums/af198/TamsynRiley/sig2.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a>Tamsynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14800218969854372400noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6471920024729539492.post-7130152935253360642010-08-06T16:19:00.006+10:002010-08-06T16:45:07.635+10:00Bath Time<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbr8rivTSusxpqnkWm_TTZQAxfSHEoFi_6kH45WSs5ZBvz3XuP4kC5QYta-7BARHJOxjAa2mAlwenU063eYDuYJjVoMtL4WvUL09b0ZmVoRevXUlMrwRBtNvniYy6w96XF13UjFwg9F7Q/s1600/IMG_9742.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbr8rivTSusxpqnkWm_TTZQAxfSHEoFi_6kH45WSs5ZBvz3XuP4kC5QYta-7BARHJOxjAa2mAlwenU063eYDuYJjVoMtL4WvUL09b0ZmVoRevXUlMrwRBtNvniYy6w96XF13UjFwg9F7Q/s400/IMG_9742.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502181604799466834" border="0" /></a><br />Ever since Max was really little he has been having showers, mainly with the Big Man and sometimes with me. He loves them. He gets to hang out with Mum and Dad and gets to play in the water, perfect!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQD-P1LA8yJVjC6CXxbfPhenn5zmofuGTJQQRkRwmOj0uGQSMCbM2x5j6CfGS84bXAIAUxyBhaOyjX647Ykj_FA3TAQoxlEXMz9lACGeK-R_v_giovqnjmQBQzcY7OvtLuYIMqWvxSPbg/s1600/IMG_9763.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQD-P1LA8yJVjC6CXxbfPhenn5zmofuGTJQQRkRwmOj0uGQSMCbM2x5j6CfGS84bXAIAUxyBhaOyjX647Ykj_FA3TAQoxlEXMz9lACGeK-R_v_giovqnjmQBQzcY7OvtLuYIMqWvxSPbg/s400/IMG_9763.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502181624296627442" border="0" /></a><br />I figured, seeing as he loves showers so much, that baths would be the most fun ever. Wow, how wrong was I! Bath time very quickly became Max's least favourite time of the day. The only way we could bath him without him screaming the house done was to hop in the tub with him.<br /><br />About a week ago that all changed. All of a sudden the bath toys I had been bribing him with became interesting enough to distract him.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVJrDmU_JaEtM10Cz-zTZY2y_Gj5DjPBoYG_Gp2CV6w260RNzrPqSq8xve0BgtiJE0YCLAafDZ129A1YZDu6zypG8iga4SZ6E_ROr5m8ax1Q1fdQFQRlC-FTudk_KdaoUVAf202TrZ4IU/s1600/IMG_9755.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVJrDmU_JaEtM10Cz-zTZY2y_Gj5DjPBoYG_Gp2CV6w260RNzrPqSq8xve0BgtiJE0YCLAafDZ129A1YZDu6zypG8iga4SZ6E_ROr5m8ax1Q1fdQFQRlC-FTudk_KdaoUVAf202TrZ4IU/s400/IMG_9755.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502181611903640098" border="0" /></a><br />Now he loves baths! We get smiles and giggles and the only tears are when it's time to hop out. Thank goodness. I can't imagine a Queenslander that doesn't love the water :)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhYjbTLC8F2y7uvpWcZB1KzazKUzQM973i5bruOzI9F-ZepnsBOC1-KhWFkcPrxonLpXM6pyIh61jNX1wkeWInPSaAI0BEiTn4dXOvE8QHAG29RkAfuvXKJZs1Owvk3QdcfHhzJUPnDnU/s1600/IMG_9759.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhYjbTLC8F2y7uvpWcZB1KzazKUzQM973i5bruOzI9F-ZepnsBOC1-KhWFkcPrxonLpXM6pyIh61jNX1wkeWInPSaAI0BEiTn4dXOvE8QHAG29RkAfuvXKJZs1Owvk3QdcfHhzJUPnDnU/s400/IMG_9759.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502181623113558370" border="0" /></a><a href="http://s1007.photobucket.com/albums/af198/TamsynRiley/?action=view&current=sig2.jpg" target="_blank"><img style="width: 204px; height: 88px;" src="http://i1007.photobucket.com/albums/af198/TamsynRiley/sig2.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a>Tamsynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14800218969854372400noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6471920024729539492.post-57336402197874461462010-07-25T09:17:00.004+10:002010-07-25T09:24:49.634+10:00Max and Cooper<div style="text-align: center;">***<br /></div>Cooper is starting to come around to the idea that Max might be someone fun to play with. He's still not 100% convinced, but occasionaly he will take his tennis ball over to Max and drop it in front of him. Max loves it and will do anything to get close to Cooper. So cute!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFMzSh8JFJYtgNiPd1EO6VWRy3SWXjbGgoz9_wCiqVk2kK1fQFe8wadLixJB1TYFOpf22UbQ1DJUTP1X39GH33oFzrtchhl9VsAe6UeWALCSKxSxkC-ooQ3qOeQnXwAB_vne8M_kKvQ-0/s1600/Max+and+Coop.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFMzSh8JFJYtgNiPd1EO6VWRy3SWXjbGgoz9_wCiqVk2kK1fQFe8wadLixJB1TYFOpf22UbQ1DJUTP1X39GH33oFzrtchhl9VsAe6UeWALCSKxSxkC-ooQ3qOeQnXwAB_vne8M_kKvQ-0/s400/Max+and+Coop.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497617035722455106" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgu-t26GSR1iSobzV-BvhTnva2pAX0Ql8EsyJkuYeeFya7KrUP3J7V7aOfbJ2f8zLywZgHvoluOYCete8q61_7WIw1Gxpw0h2LJchpse894hd6_jsbNrbWy8sZk8GITSeunqTWufaDRKzU/s1600/Max+and+Coop2a.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgu-t26GSR1iSobzV-BvhTnva2pAX0Ql8EsyJkuYeeFya7KrUP3J7V7aOfbJ2f8zLywZgHvoluOYCete8q61_7WIw1Gxpw0h2LJchpse894hd6_jsbNrbWy8sZk8GITSeunqTWufaDRKzU/s400/Max+and+Coop2a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497617036556315602" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXBOe_QFjri0roNr2DJx074GcwV-rHTnYmr65AoFKDJ7NR5JeNH2tZbWFzWkJiLiBgaaqshvW85mrfGgLKOuHtILdIdTurIVgVVO_b5qqpIfjkluNPt4NUogcN_6RMsfgrIQVjBJJahSk/s1600/Max+and+Coop3.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXBOe_QFjri0roNr2DJx074GcwV-rHTnYmr65AoFKDJ7NR5JeNH2tZbWFzWkJiLiBgaaqshvW85mrfGgLKOuHtILdIdTurIVgVVO_b5qqpIfjkluNPt4NUogcN_6RMsfgrIQVjBJJahSk/s400/Max+and+Coop3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497617051955310130" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9Q-wWU2-qN_VcwzxLDM12UdmOejF2ursIdTsVGTUDB5veGTN-sH9f-oURQZAyMDD9RldA7kduL7i-ib92JxqsbxcgTOtfuYsM7sserFD3XFSaGFVLsQukg7ThPZWCNZ3RJhGZJV-DDqE/s1600/Max93.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9Q-wWU2-qN_VcwzxLDM12UdmOejF2ursIdTsVGTUDB5veGTN-sH9f-oURQZAyMDD9RldA7kduL7i-ib92JxqsbxcgTOtfuYsM7sserFD3XFSaGFVLsQukg7ThPZWCNZ3RJhGZJV-DDqE/s400/Max93.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497617059808352482" border="0" /></a>I figure in a couple of months they will be able to keep each other entertained for hours!<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://s1007.photobucket.com/albums/af198/TamsynRiley/?action=view&current=sig2.jpg" target="_blank"><img style="width: 201px; height: 87px;" src="http://i1007.photobucket.com/albums/af198/TamsynRiley/sig2.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a>Tamsynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14800218969854372400noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6471920024729539492.post-41089400463988099922010-07-19T22:25:00.003+10:002010-07-19T22:33:18.324+10:00So CloseMax is almost crawling! He can do it if he really tries, but it's like he kind of forgets what works and has to start over each day. Or he will almost have it, but will then decide to try something else and end up going backwards instead. So cute!<br /><br />The Big Man took this video of him today while I was at work...<br /><br /><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/E-ezqUyMY7w&hl=en_GB&fs=1?rel=0&color1=0x006699&color2=0x54abd6"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/E-ezqUyMY7w&hl=en_GB&fs=1?rel=0&color1=0x006699&color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object><br /><br />My adorable little baby is growing up :)<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://s1007.photobucket.com/albums/af198/TamsynRiley/?action=view&current=sig2.jpg" target="_blank"><img style="width: 201px; height: 87px;" src="http://i1007.photobucket.com/albums/af198/TamsynRiley/sig2.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a>Tamsynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14800218969854372400noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6471920024729539492.post-86304180151839107362010-07-14T10:31:00.005+10:002010-07-14T10:38:17.046+10:00The Dog Knows...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1-3jP4dkVQV8EkozS8oKEtx1UrrKGtDbW13Sqp3u82jXWw56_Fl8mFoB8Q1rLjD4i8iVP6lxZX7Lrga6jU_H723qyE5MsyYtzNIrtaowAvgVYyTXN4yq0CMf3aK6PhRr4hLbQhmWrZqk/s1600/Coop+waiting.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1-3jP4dkVQV8EkozS8oKEtx1UrrKGtDbW13Sqp3u82jXWw56_Fl8mFoB8Q1rLjD4i8iVP6lxZX7Lrga6jU_H723qyE5MsyYtzNIrtaowAvgVYyTXN4yq0CMf3aK6PhRr4hLbQhmWrZqk/s400/Coop+waiting.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493553436590479650" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgV-sfR3kwGRwebxPRF0yQLVpMTqMT4mjQafDNGP76R51730yBBL3a5cYYWRZqYS6RdS_O9y7kwhBMqAQ0oTTGyq4ehQpwOh8WBc2N6Kg8lO5jcb6_Qct4hoHdDTTlGTE3JOvmGwzXArc4/s1600/still+waiting.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgV-sfR3kwGRwebxPRF0yQLVpMTqMT4mjQafDNGP76R51730yBBL3a5cYYWRZqYS6RdS_O9y7kwhBMqAQ0oTTGyq4ehQpwOh8WBc2N6Kg8lO5jcb6_Qct4hoHdDTTlGTE3JOvmGwzXArc4/s400/still+waiting.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493553440012719794" border="0" /></a><br />Cooper is on the couch in the front living room, waiting for visitors to turn up. Want to know why?<br /><br />Because I'm cleaning the house...<br /><br />Cheeky puppy has realised that these days I only clean up when we have visitors coming.<br /><br />Hmm looks like I should probably make an effort to tidy up a bit more often.<br /><br />Lately though every spare moment I have I want to spend with Max, not vacuuming the floors. Do most working Mums have this problem?<br /><br /><a href="http://s1007.photobucket.com/albums/af198/TamsynRiley/?action=view&current=sig2.jpg" target="_blank"><img style="width: 199px; height: 86px;" src="http://i1007.photobucket.com/albums/af198/TamsynRiley/sig2.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a>Tamsynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14800218969854372400noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6471920024729539492.post-18969599378815458382010-06-10T20:26:00.005+10:002010-06-10T20:47:00.111+10:00The Monster Eats<blockquote></blockquote>We've been feeding Max solids for almost a month now and he has been absolutely loving it.<br /><br />These pictures are from the first night that we fed him solids. At first he was not at all impressed. It was like he couldn't understand why we were putting funny tasting stuff in his mouth.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYPfw_goJ74WIhLSy68yv_-K2Mkk_gF8RdPnC_DjAKXiSTNK-wRxnobMYEaUH-VjuDSoB7uwqOLCDpNypLw48_pgMvLWBcCR2fK5nHq2u2pgy2aMKPhhxVyR6TdcU8rO_Zjl6tPT8mzIY/s1600/fooood6.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYPfw_goJ74WIhLSy68yv_-K2Mkk_gF8RdPnC_DjAKXiSTNK-wRxnobMYEaUH-VjuDSoB7uwqOLCDpNypLw48_pgMvLWBcCR2fK5nHq2u2pgy2aMKPhhxVyR6TdcU8rO_Zjl6tPT8mzIY/s400/fooood6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481091545546363634" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDAXjyp5t9y9hOOQg4WLYF08DvlRdfuzHwnL22RM9bixXeVew5r9lUGZOP-bYDi_iXY5cMV9lh_oGVxptxzNS-jY-2JvrjjNLQfwK-ajaH_TfK4jKhyphenhyphenjmTos-7mvlUcxEgMQ1FJzShBmE/s1600/fooood7.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDAXjyp5t9y9hOOQg4WLYF08DvlRdfuzHwnL22RM9bixXeVew5r9lUGZOP-bYDi_iXY5cMV9lh_oGVxptxzNS-jY-2JvrjjNLQfwK-ajaH_TfK4jKhyphenhyphenjmTos-7mvlUcxEgMQ1FJzShBmE/s400/fooood7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481091199870922562" border="0" /></a><br />Since then things have got much better though and there hasn't been a flavour combination that he hasn't liked. And we've tried lots. Chicken & sweet corn, pumpkin, potato and roast beef, apple custard, banana & mango, spinach, pea, apple and broccoli and heaps more. All good...<br /><br />... Until we tried to feed him pasta bolognaise. It was a little bit chunky with tiny bits of pasta in it, so a very different texture to anything he'd eaten before, but considering Max is part Italian we thought he would love it. Apparently not. His reaction was so cute that we taped it on the iphone.<br /><br /><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KZZggXhrzNQ&hl=en_US&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x006699&color2=0x54abd6"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KZZggXhrzNQ&hl=en_US&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x006699&color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object><br /><br /></span>I tried feeding it to him again a couple of days later, but he still wasn't liking it. He'll eat broccoli, peas, apple and spinach but not pasta... go figure!<br /><br />{Sorry for the dodgy camera skills, the Big Man is feeding Max and filming. He's sitting on the table because we still haven't got around to buying him a highchair!}<span style="text-decoration: underline;"></span><br /><br /><a href="http://s1007.photobucket.com/albums/af198/TamsynRiley/?action=view&current=sig2.jpg" target="_blank"><img style="width: 201px; height: 87px;" src="http://i1007.photobucket.com/albums/af198/TamsynRiley/sig2.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a>Tamsynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14800218969854372400noreply@blogger.com8