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When we were kids, we used to have an ongoing battle at the start of each swimming season to see who would be first in the Grandma and Grandpas pool.  Although it was never talked about openly (apart from the back seat of the yellow bus), we were usually upset if one of our cousins beat us in – and we would vow to do better the next year.

The other day the girls and I were visiting the Great Grandparents (Mary & Bert as Maisie calls them…) and it was quite warm so we thought that we would just “put our feet in” in the pool to see how the water was feeling. It ended up with Maisie nude and Tali in her nappy and Grandma having to jump in the water to try and keep them on the steps.

The next time we arrived Maisie greeted them both with “I put my feet in the pool maybe?”, again ending in a full swimming session. So, I can proudly say to my siblings – we were first in the pool this year, but it looks like we wont be able to go back to the “put our feet in” now!

I am not one that really understands all the carbon footprints that we are making and the positions our country on global warming or how driving greener cars really makes a difference and all these “new ways” of trying to make the world a better cleaner safer place.

I signed up to get our electricity turned on at the new house and the company offered a special deal of using “green power” instead of “black power” at only a $1.00 more a week in which I would be saving the environment by using the “green power” and somehow offsetting  70% of my carbon footprint.

So, I thought about it and said yes, I would be happy to sorce my “green power” from windmills and other environmentally friendly things and then when she was done connecting both the gas and electricity I said “So, will my gas and electricity bill come on the same bill because they are now both thru the same company” and she said “umm, no they wont they will come as separate bills”. So I asked “Well, can I have them emailed to me” and she said “ummm, no, they will come in the mail”.

Back in my day saving the amount of paper that we used seemed like an important thing to do and recycle recycle recycle was the message that we got drummed into us, but now it looks like there are “better” ways of making the world a better place – and it comes at a cost of $1.00 per week…

Is a question i keep asking myself this week…

Being pregnant, packing and moving is annoying, but I know that it will all be over soon.

Being pregnant and having hayfever is also annoying, so I hope that they hayfever clears itself out soon – I had forgotten about the evil pollen dust that we had escaped when living in Sydney.

Being pregnant with two under two is interesting, especially when a one year old girl coughs all night long and decides at 11:30pm that its time to be wide awake and wants to play with her Mama for about an hour (which did stop the coughing for a little while, so that was good).

Being pregnant and almost to the 34th week with no real labour or hospital stays is AWESOME – it has been a milestone that I was hoping that I would get to after the dramas with Tali, so I am more than happy to keep being pregnant for as long this baby wants to stay warm and snug (although I may not feel that way in 6 weeks…).

Diet coke just doesnt hit the spot and it tastes really weird.

I hate making decisions. I am really bad at it. It does my head in.

I am about to head to Sydney for a 48 hour “all about me fest”.

I have not been thinking too much about this trip, as we have had so much going on here in the past few weeks, that the weekend has crept up and grabbed me by surprise, so I really have not thought about what in fact I will be doing or where I will be going – all I know is that I am getting on a plane this afternoon and I will be flying back home on Sunday night.

So much to do and so little time to do it in – but I’m sure it will be fantastic fun.

Call me Esme if you will, but today a strange event took place in our street and it ended in a visit from the Top Cops of Wagga Wagga.

I was on the phone just looking out our front window when I noticed two punk kids walking down our street with sticks in their hands. They walked past our house and then stopped about 10 metres down the road and then turned back and walked back towards our neighbours house that live across from us. They stood around for a couple of minutes and then one of them ran up the driveway, grabbed a 3 wheeled scooter and then they both took off down the road. I got some shoes on and ran across the road (whilst still on the phone) and knocked on my neighbours door, but no one was home. So, I ran back home and decided to call the police.

Now, I know that its not 000 that I should dial, as it wasnt an emergancy – but the phone number for the police station wasnt anywhere in the front of the book, so I flicked the pages of “P” and finally found it, was put thru to a “hotline” and then told the lady the above story. She said that they would send a car out to investigate and that they would pbly pop around here to ask some more details.

When they arrived, Maisie and Tali sat on the window sill and amused the both of them whilst I re told the story. They told me that they had caught the kids and had the scooter back but the problem was – which kid was the kid that actually took it! They re took my details and said that I may be called apon to make a statement if our neighbours decide to take further action and then they left. It was all very crazy and all happened very quickly, and Maisie has been quite excited about the policelady and policeman that came to visit.

This morning the girls woke each other up at about 6:20, which is the earliest either of them have been awake in a very long time. Its also the earliest that I have had to get up in a long time.

Whats weird is that Cade gets up at 6 every morning, and has been telling me how light it is getting and I smile and agree – as I know I dont ever want to see it- but this morning I finally know what he is talking about. Not that it makes it any easier to get out of bed!

I complain about not finding enough time over the weekend to relax and unwind from my crazy week, but as soon as I have some time to myself, I find myself walking around the house “looking” for things to do – I cant just sit and relax like I want to, because all of a sudden there are 1000 things to do (that have been there all week) but I cannot stop thinking about them.

I also feel like I spend so much time with the girls, that I need a break – but when I get a break I cannot stop thinking about them and wonder what they are doing and wanting to see them and play with them.

Both of these things tied into one last weekend when I announced on Friday night that I would be having a sleep in on Saturday morning… Well, as soon as the girls were both up – I ended up getting up just because. My body ached for me to stay in bed, but my heart said “get up sleepy head and enjoy the delights of family time on a sunny day”.

I assume that this is normal and everyone else in the world suffers from similar situations… Well, thats what Ill tell myself to make it feel better!

Usually (this is most, not all) we Whitbourn girls get up around 7:00-8:00am. Now, there are occasions when its both of them up early or both of them up late, but more recently it is one or the other up so I can get away with staying in bed longer with one of them by my side having a snuggle time.

I have never been a morning person, I dont think I ever will be. I got Cade to “drop” Maisie into our bed this morning as she had woken up at 7:20am and I couldnt pull myself out into the cold morning air. As we lay together snuggled under a pile of blankets I was telling her about when she was a little baby and I used to bring her into Mummys bed in the morning after Daddy had gone to work and we would play and sing and then have another sleep before getting up for breakfast. She lay there listening to me with a tiny little grin on her face – and I couldnt help but wonder what she was thinking about… We lasted in bed until 7:50am, when she sat up and announced that it was “time to get out”, so my morning then finally had to start.

Now – I am not complaning at all – as I am very well aware of children (im talking about you Eli!) that feel the need to wake BEFORE 7am – which is really just punishment! I am thankful for any extra sleep that I can squeeze into my mornings and I do enjoy having a snuggle with my precious girls – as I know that it has a limited time frame!