Daddy Daughter Day

Today I had to brave the dentist again. I was dreading it and was trying to come up with ANY excuse to convince Mr H that I couldn't go and I had to stay home to look after Moo. Needless to say he sent me on my merry way to town - while he had Moo for the day.

They had such a terrific day and they BOTH loved having one-on-one time. Moo did give Mr H the fright of his life when she decided to be an escape artist with her cot - but they live to tell the tale!! I could tell when I got home from the dentist that Moo just loved her time with her daddy. He is usually SO busy so it's so nice for them to enjoy each others company without having Mummy nagging them about putting a hat on, etc etc!!

So what do Daddys and Daughters do?



They play, they explore and they play some more! Daddys don't worry about the dishes or the washing or the vacuuming - they just PLAY! Perhaps a great lesson to learn from them....to just enjoy the moment as the dishes will be still be waiting for you - but your kids grow up SOOOO quickly!!

So guess what....I have declared that there are going to be a few more Daddy/Daughter Days....and guess what....I had absolutely NO protest from either Mr H or Moo!! :)

Friendship....

I know that I go on and on about how fabulous my friends and family are....but they REALLY are.

Look what I received in the mail from my gorgeous friend today....



a Thank You card....thanking me for our friendship. What a beautiful surprise!

It made me wonder how many times I have thanked the special people in my life? When I took the time to do a random act of kindness.

This friend is so special. Even when life keeps on handing out the shit (no other word for it) cards, she continues to smile. Her happiness is infectious and even on the cloudiest of days - she shines. I thank my lucky stars that life has brought us together and look forward to watching our little ones grow old together. Thank you for letting me be your friend - I will cherish it forever. X

I can hear clearly now.....

In the past 6 months I have noticed my hearing decline at a rapid speed. It scared me and I found myself wondering what my 'hearing' future had in store for me. I was saying the usual 'Huh' and 'What' too regularly and consequently driving people insane with having to repeat things!!

Obviously we have been seeing so many specialists with regards to Macie's hearing and much to my annoyance - the conversation always reverted back to me being told that I need to get my hearing tested, my voice sounded flat, blah blah blah. The conversation usually ended with me about to rip the specialists head off and then politely telling them that the appointment was for Macie and not her mother. This is the USUAL outcome - however, unfortunately our ENT's (Ear, Nose and Throat Doctor) comment on Monday was the final straw and as per my Mama's observations....I ripped his head off with my eyes....I was so mad that my Mama actually patted my leg to try and settle me down!

Yes - I know, I try to live the mantra of being happy, living life like Teflon and then with soul. But there are a few things in life that make me angry - and an Angry Hannah is not a pretty sight. My Mama commented that I have such a fiery streak and it's true...but I associate fiery with passionate.

Why was I so mad you ask?

After so many years of speech therapy, tutoring and hearing support....I think that MY speech is great. Just think what it would have been like without all this intervention. I think I have come a long way and instead of being told that I need this and I need that....I suppose I would like to be told by all those specialist that 'Hey Han - you have done such a great job.'

So....I bit the bullet and went for a hearing test. I was nervous - I felt sick. I had the worse case scenario all planned out in my head....the results would say that I need a Cochlear Implant and I would have to learn sign.....yep, I wasn't in a great mental place at all.

Then, I met the most beautiful audiologist EVER - I am her biggest fan.

The first thing Lisa said after I told her my issues was 'You have done so well - your speech determination is fantastic, you should be so proud of yourself'.

I nearly cried.....happy tears of course.

So we popped some new moulds on my hearing aids and had a hearing test....and the results showed that there was no real decline in my hearing as I had suspected. My right ear was getting into Cochlear territory however due to my speech determination being so good - I would never be a candidate (not that I want to be).

So guess what was inhibiting my sound?

MY MOULDS! My tubing had gone hard which was limiting the amount of sound that was coming through to my ears. Obviously the tubing was deteriorating over the past 6 months which made me feel like my hearing was getting worse and worse as the days went on.

So after doing a happy dance and releasing all my bad thoughts - I was then told even better news.

I could get new hearing aids....if I wanted to. Check these babies out....




Aren't they awesome? You can hardly see the mould and the tubing is so thin and unobtrusive. They don't whistle (mine whistle endlessly throughout the day!) and they are water resistant meaning that if I get caught in the rain - it won't be the end of the world!

They come with a hefty price tag of $3350 EACH - so I have started to save. These aren't a necessity....more a luxury and hopefully one day, I will be able to proudly wear them.

After my appointment I was so overjoyed.

Firstly I rang my Mr H to tell him the good news and he was just as excited for me. It never ever occurred to me just how concerning it has all been for him too. Never once did he pressure me to go and have a hearing test....he just loves me for me.

Then I rang my sister Emma. I know that Em has been feeling the same way with her hearing - too scared to go for the hearing test and not wanting to know the result. Her moulds are old too so she is off for a hearing test and some new moulds too! We BOTH feel like there is light at the end of the tunnel now....and it's just the best feeling.

I said a special prayer that night after celebrating with my Mum and Dad with a vino. I have so much to be thankful for....especially my hearing.

Fuelled up on love....

Moo and I have just got home from a beautiful loooong weekend spending time with my family while Mr H stayed home and played 'bachelors'....and had some well deserved sleep ins without the Moo morning call!

I feel completely revitalised after my weekend away. I feel so blessed to have so many terrific friends and family - the kind that pick me up and refuel me with love, soul and life.

It was just simple things like sharing a vino and a laugh with my Mama and sister Emma while cooking for Emma's bridal shower, long mornings in our PJs drinking tea and solving the worlds problems, picnics in the park soaking up the sunshine, and simply watching how much Moo loves being with her family that she doesn't get to see all that often.

One thing I noticed over the weekend was the gorgeous relationship blossoming between Moo and her Poppy. We would all wonder where they were and then would find them playing in the garden, reading a book or just having fun. Things like these make my heart nearly explode.



I never ever underestimate the power of family - and although I do love MY life with my Mr H and Moo on the farm....I also miss each and every one of them - every day.

On another note - here is desert table for the bride to be, Emma! We had pink cupcakes, I-Heart-Mudcake with choc dipped strawberries, pink lollies, and lots of other goodies. The big hit of the day was the special chest being 'Wishes for Emma'. I hope Em had a great day - she is so gorgeous and I can't believe that she is going to be Mrs Woods in 7 weeks. SO exciting!!

Bear with a sore head....

For some reason....I feel cranky...like a bear with a sore head....

I have been trying to process my feelings and work out what negative events are flying around my head and realised that a couple of things have been irking me....but nothing serious. I try to live the mantra of 'Be like Teflon - and don't let comments or events stick' but a few comments and happenings over the past few days have really got me cranky. I feel like I am being torn between making PEOPLE happy and instead of making ME and MY family happy.

So...as I write this - I am erasing the frown and putting a smile on my face. I am focusing on the positives and have decided to change FIVE things to limit the chances of getting cranky (as Mr H reeeeeeallly hates it!).

Here they are....

1. Structure a plan that works for ME involving family time, Moo time, Dalli (sewing) time, Mr H & I time and the all important ME time. My 'Me' time will involve special things like coffee with friends, sewing something SPECIALLY for Macie (which I have been wanting to do for the past few weeks) and even go all out and get my eyebrows waxed....or should I say my monobrow?

2. TRY not to let people's silly comments or actions upset me. Even though I CHOOSE to be friendly and warm - that doesn't make everyone else like that too. By one simple comment, I felt the negativity from that person suffocate me....I hate that feeling.

3. CHOOSE not to be involved in other people's drama. The latest 'Mummy War' (as it has been dubbed in the media) in blogosphere has really upset and disappointed me. As usual, the debate has travelled so far away from the initial message.... while reading about it last night I didn't know what I felt....and then I realised....I felt sad. Blogosphere was the ONE place I felt like I could distance myself from the bitchiness, fights and negativity.....and then there it was - staring me point blank in the face. Mr H finally told me to CHOOSE how much I want to be involved....it was then, I took two steps away and declared myself in a 'no mans land'....there is no room for 'wars' in my world.

4. Take the time to log out of WORK and enjoy the small things in life - simple things like enjoying a drink with my Mr H after he comes home from work, or snuggling on the couch and watching our favourite TV shows....the kind where we laugh and joke together. Although I am a WAHM - I really need to give myself a 'knock off' time!

5. BE ME - no matter what. A very special friend told me this week.... "The people that mind, don't matter - and the people that matter don't mind!" Very sound advice if you ask me.

So the question is, when do you take time out to process your feelings? If you do - do you admit to yourself that you need some changes? I feel liberated with my changes....and I hope that you do too. X

BREAKING NEWS....

THE TOOTH FAIRY IS BACK ON THE JOB....

Sometime during the wee early hours of Saturday, the tooth fairy decided to pay a visit to Baby Moo to deliver not one but TWO little top teeth. To comment that her parents are overjoyed is an understatement as their worries of having a gummy girl were starting to intensify.

Along with her teeth have come a lot of chatter....she obviously wants to tell the world (especially her Mamamamamam and Daddadadadada) that she will now be able to chew on her vegemite toast instead of sucking it!

The teeth didn't come in peace as per her Mama's request....however after ONE long night of tears and LOTS of cuddles from her Daddy (he cuddled her on his chest from 1.30am to 5am) she has been relatively happy and chirpy. Unfortunately, her Aunty Jen and Uncle Grant may not agree with this statement as they came to visit for that ONE night of tears......and consequently Macie has put them off having a child for another 3 or more years as they experience the aftermath of sleep deprivation!

Great to see the Tooth Fairy back on the job. No comment or statement was released from the Tooth Factory as to her whereabouts....perhaps we should speculate.....where do YOU think she has been??

Leave a comment and make Moo smile....you may just get a glimpse of those very special teeth!

10 things I love about my Mr H.....

I am back in the land of living after an awful four days involving lots of pain, tears and cuddles from my Mr H. He was so amazing - giving me painkillers around the clock, constantly warming up my heat pack and giving me lots of cuddles and kisses while I cried and felt completely sorry for myself. He tended to Baby Moo's EVERY need and when she cried out for me - he would just cuddle her and tell her that he loved her and Mummy would be better soon. I only had to wince during the night and he was up and asking me what he could do for me....I always knew I was lucky....but the last four days just highlighted to me just HOW lucky I really am.


There are so many things I love about Mr H.....so I thought since my blogging creativity is a bit hazy....I thought I would share my top 10.....

My Mr H....

I love the way you kiss me like it may be the last one,

I love the way you ignore the mess when the housework hasn't been done.

I love the way you cherish every single moment we have alone,

I love the way you have dedicated your Sundays turning our house into a home.

I love the way you smell after a shower and a shave,

I love it when you don't realise just how gorgeous I think you are and I think you are extremely brave.

I love the way your face lights up when I have cooked your favourite meal,

Or when we negotiate and compromise on everything and kiss to seal the deal.

I love to watch you with Moo - in my eyes you are 'Daddy of the Year',

I love to love you no matter what....and I promise to for the rest of my years.