After three very hectic and highly eventful years, our wish for 2012 was for peace, selfishly not of the world variety (although it would be nice) but for the quiet variety that affords a bit of a rest.
“Pha! Sorry folks, you don’t get a rest for at least the next eighteen years” said 2012.
And so the year began and our lives were hectic as ever.
In February we moved house, never a fun undertaking, but with small children in tow was highly challenging. At the time G was into Toy Story 3 in a big way, and thank god, or I’d still be packing.
I found the move quite difficult and failed to connect with my new community (and not through lack of trying – where is everyone?). Missing my old life I turned to my blog and took the somewhat terrifying step of joining twitter. My blog gained readers, my stats improved. I discovered the Australian Blogosphere and significantly for me, discovered wonderful blog hops (IBOT and FYBF) that connected me to a group of brilliant, witty, intelligent and thought provoking blogs that inspired and entertained me.
I attended my first blogging conference, Blogopolis, and put faces to the names of bloggers I regularly engaged with, and the world famous Grace Titioka. I met Jodi in the morning and we spent the rest of the day looking after each other amongst the sheer overwhelming awe of it all. I also talked complete and utter drivel to Mrs Woog and Eden, who I’m sure lived to regret sitting down next to me.
Let’s not talk about my wisdom teeth.
My little C was a baby at the start of the year, and is now, very much a toddler. A walking, talking, tantrum throwing toddler. In July she turned 1 and, shortly after, took her first tentative steps. I stopped breastfeeding, which was much harder for me than it was for her, and she started sleeping through the night (on the whole, touch wood and all that). She is a clever clogs. She uses sentences (important things like “I want tea”) and I suspect she will grow up to be something big in communication… or tea…
My husband’s parents travelled down from tropical Queensland and spent a week being run ragged by their granddaughters. We don’t see them as often as we’d like and consequently squeezed as much into their short visit as possible. The water park, playgrounds, our family friendly pub.
In November, with a little encouragement from Kimba, I took part in Frocktober. The experience became hugely significant for me and represented more than a long overdue image change. I rediscovered my femininity, I started putting in a little more effort and I experienced a massive surge in my self esteem. Wearing a dress gave me more confidence and changed the way I carried myself, both mentally and physically. I'm now participating in a self impossed challenge I like to call Frockever.
Oh, and I went to Coles in my wedding dress. That was fun!
G, who was a little slower in her language development (concentrating instead on running and climbing and jumping and terrorising all the other mothers in the playground) suddenly got the hang of it all and hasn’t stopped talking since. She recently celebrated her third birthday (with a special trip to the Opera House and a doggy cake. That’s… doggy… not dodgy).
Like most families with young children our routine revolves around the needs of our offspring. Maintaining an adult conversation is virtually impossible. At the end of a long day, chasing my children round the house (or park, or shopping center, or Target… in my undies… ) collapsing on the sofa with my husband is still the highlight of my day. Sometimes there is wine, sometimes telly, sometimes, even a bit of hand-holding… It’s the only grown up time we get and I treasure it completely.
Sometimes it’s hard to see how far you’ve come. Absorbed in the day to day. But looking back I’d have to say it’s been a pretty great year.
Thank you 2012.
Wishing everyone at FYBF a wonderful Christmas and a peaceful new year!