Posts Tagged ‘baby’

Ok, so technically this isn’t a photo, but I still think it’s appropriate for this week’s challenge because in this blank page I see endless possibilities – the possibility for a fantastic novel, or for the (seemingly inevitable) crippling writer’s block that strikes whenever I actually have the time to write. Which is not very often these days.

I might blog about this soon but just in case you don’t hear from me for a little while, these are my current excuses:

  1. I have several major assignments due for Uni
  2. I am in the process of moving house
  3. Lil Miss Awesome is turning 1 in a few weeks so I have her very first birthday party to plan
  4. My mother-in-law is coming up from interstate to stay with us for said birthday party

And, of course, all of these things are happening at the same time – and during a period where Lil Miss Awesome has decided that sleeping is a waste of time! They say if you want something done, you should give it to a busy woman, but, if you want it done right you should probably give it to a well-rested busy woman who isn’t notorious for procrastination and being easily distracted…

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It seems to me that babies are experts at making themselves comfortable, so for this week’s photo challenge I decided to let Lil Miss Awesome demonstrate “Comfort.” I couldn’t stop at just one photo, though, because she’s just too cute!

 

It is my great pleasure to announce that
I’ll Come Up With a Title Later, I Swear
is now an *** AWARD-WINNING *** blog!

The Hobbler absolutely made my day today by nominating me for The Versatile Blogger Award, and I can honestly say that this blog would never have achieved such extraordinary heights without her influence. All kidding aside, I somehow stumbled upon Hobbling Around while I was still toying with the idea of starting a blog, and I’m glad I did. Witty humor, advice, nudism – her blog just has it all, and although The Motivator gets the credit for inspiring me to start my blog, I probably wouldn’t have kept it up if it hadn’t been for The Hobbler signing up as my first subscriber (before I really had any content, mind you – how’s that for optimism?) and leaving an encouraging comment. So thank you very much Hobbler, keep up the great work – and for anyone who hasn’t already done so, go check out her blog!

Now, apparently to accept this award there are a few things I need to do. Here goes…

The Rules:
  • Thank and link to the person who nominates you.
  • Share seven random facts about you.
  • Pass this award on to five new blogging friends.
  • Contact and congratulate the awarded bloggers.
The Random Facts:
  1. I’m a sleepwalker (when I do actually get to sleep). So is my husband. It looks like Lil Miss Awesome is doomed.
  2. I love horror movies but I refuse to watch them in front of Lil Miss Awesome because I don’t want her to grow up to be as twisted as I am*, so – since she seems to think she doesn’t need sleep – I haven’t watched any horror for a long, long time. Which is probably a good thing considering I have to get up so many times during the night…
  3. My eyes change colour depending on what mood I’m in. Really, they do. For example, if my irises are green that means I’m in a good mood, if they’re dark blue then I’m most likely upset (or about to be hit with a killer migraine), and if they’re black/red then I’ve probably been possessed by some demonic spirit… either that or I’m slightly annoyed… I don’t know what colour they turn when I’m really angry because nobody’s ever survived to tell me.
  4. I haven’t quite figured out what I want to be when I grow up, but I’m working on it!
  5. Prior to pregnancy there was only one movie that ever made me cry (‘Goodbye, Mr Chips’ – the 1939 original, not some crappy remake). Since then, there have been several. Warning: DO NOT mention the movie ‘Up’ in my presence unless you have a box of tissues on standby. And, yes, I do realise that Up is a kids movie and that it’s not supposed to be sad.
  6. I hate poetry (well, at least all the poetry we’ve studied as part of my English major) but when I was a teenager I wrote a couple of poems that ended up being published in an anthology. I keep waiting for a good opportunity to throw the fact that I’m a published poet back in my creative writing teacher’s face – you just wait, next time he complains about me being closed-minded about poetry he’s gonna cop it…
  7. I’m not scared of spiders, snakes or even Freddy Krueger…but don’t get me started on cockroaches, leeches or *gulp* oompa loompas…

* I should point out that my parents did not expose me to horror movies as a child, I’m just naturally twisted.

And The Awards Go To:
  • Blond Zombie I’d say that I have a lot in common with Blond Zombie – but that’d just sound like I was talking myself up.
  • Classy Gallie Ok, so most of her posts make me feel old and uncool but she cracks me up nonetheless.
  • H.E. Ellis A great blog and hopefully one day I’ll get around to reading her book, The Gods of Asphalt.
  • Mommy-fied I love this blog because my baby is roughly the same age as Mommy-fied’s so I can totally relate to her posts.
  • Typical Tracy I’d actually be very surprised if Typical Tracy hasn’t already received the Versatile Blogger Award, but I’m nominating her anyway.

And an honourable mention to Brooke’s Random Ravings – hopefully she gets around to posting some new ravings soon 🙂

It’s true. I’m sure this will come as quite a shock to anyone who has only known me post-pregnancy (when hormones and sleep-deprivation started turning my brain to mush) but once upon a time I was a fairly intelligent person, capable of such impressive feats as: holding actual conversations and *gasp* constructing full sentences without even breaking a sweat. Hard to believe, I know. Nowadays, even when I can somehow manage to organise my thoughts into words, the signal seems to get disrupted somewhere between my brain and my mouth so that everything I say comes out as gibberish. The same goes for my writing; last week I had to write my first formal essay since having Lil Miss Awesome and not only did it take me about ten times longer than it would have in the old days, but by the time I finished it I’d gone off on so many different tangents that I completely forgot what my argument was supposed to be. The whole thing really needed to be rewritten but since I only had 25 minutes before the submission deadline, I had no choice but to hand it in as it was. I’m really dreading getting my marks back. Not so much because I care about the grade – the idea of doing Honours seems to have lost some of its appeal – but because my lecturer for this course didn’t know me back when I was smart. I feel like I should have sent a cover note with my assignment, something along the lines of:

“Please find attached my assignment. This essay took more effort than any other I have ever written…unfortunately it is also the worst essay I have ever written. Sorry. I’m not really a moron, I swear!”

*Sigh* I really miss my old brain.

Some of the other things I miss about my pre-motherhood life
  • Sleep!!!  Including, but not limited to:
      • Averaging more than 3 hours of sleep per night (or at least having the option to put my insomnia to use on one of my many unfinished projects)
      • Having the option to go to bed earlier than 11.30pm without being woken up 45 minutes later
      • Blocks of sleep lasting longer than 45 minutes
      • Sleeping-in on… well, any day would do
  • Long hot bubble baths that aren’t interrupted by an attention-hungry baby…
  • Being able to set my own schedule without having to allow for play time, nap time, feeding, changing etc
  • Being able to leave things to the last minute because I can always make time later…

Oh, and being allowed to take my migraine medication would be nice too…

Things that I now couldn’t do without
  • Being greeted every morning with big smiles, cuddles and kisses
  • Having someone actually enjoy my singing!
  • My own personal entertainer – who’d have thought that peek-a-boo was so hilarious?!
  • Having an excuse to watch Monsters Inc. and various other kids’ movies
  • Listening to cute babbling stories punctuated with giggles
  • The excitement of hearing my little darling call me “Mama” for the first time 🙂

As much as she is driving me mad at the moment, choosing to have Lil Miss Awesome is still the smartest thing I’ve ever done, and I wouldn’t trade her for all the brain cells and luxuriously long bubble baths in the world.

Although a couple of hours’ sleep wouldn’t go astray…

Today’s post is a special one for me for a couple of reasons. Firstly, it’s been one month today since I posted my first confession and I have to say that I’m very happy with what I’ve accomplished with this blog so far. So what if I don’t post something new every day and that I don’t have 100 subscribers? That was never the point of this exercise, anyway. This blog is inspiring me to write whenever I get the chance and I’m incredibly grateful to all my subscribers (all 10 of you!) for encouraging me to continue.

The other reason this post is special is that today is my birthday. Typically, my birthday is a day of reflection for me. I look back over the past twelve months and think about the things that went well, the things that didn’t go so well, and the things I might have done differently if I’d known back then what I know now. This past year I have done a lot of things that I am incredibly proud of – most notably, giving birth to the most beautiful baby in the universe, Little Miss Awesome (not that I’m in any way biased) – so overall it’s been a very good year. Unfortunately – and unsurprisingly – the list of things I would do differently is still much, much longer than I would like it to be. Looking back I realise that I’ve wasted far too much time stressing about negative things that were completely out of my control and I haven’t spent nearly enough of my energy on the things that make me happy. There have been so many things that I’ve wanted to do and have even ‘planned’ on doing but have managed to talk myself out of. This is a recurring problem for me, particularly with my writing and other creative goals. So, for the past couple of days I’ve been wondering if maybe I’m just kidding myself thinking that I could ever write something worth reading. Writing a novel requires commitment and a significant amount of discipline, and that’s not something I’m generally known for. Do I really want this bad enough? Or is it time to finally admit to myself that I’m just not ‘hungry’ enough and to be more realistic with my goal expectations?

And I’ve made a decision. In the words of Will Smith:

No! I’m not going to give in to self-doubt, and no I’m not going to give up on my goals! Most people make New Year’s resolutions on January 1 but I’m making mine right now.

Today is the start of my new year and I resolve to make a change.

 This year I’m going to get hungry!

And with that in mind, I’ve just made my first commitment to my goals for this year (my new year) by taking up The Daily Post’s challenge to post something on this blog at least once a week. Welcome to The Procrastinator’s Post-A-Week 2011!

I’ve always been a night person. No, that’s not quite right…

I’ve always been a bit of an insomniac and I just try to make the most of it. That means that when I do actually get around to writing – whether it’s for Uni or for one of my stories – I tend do my best work at night (probably because most of the time it’s ideas for writing that are keeping me awake in the first place).

Unfortunately, Lil Miss Awesome seems to be a ‘night person’ too (at least tonight she is) and I don’t write/type well one-handed while simultaneously trying to settle a whingeing baby.

So I thought now would be as good a time as any to point out that it’s not always my procrastinating habits and short attention span that stop me from getting things done as planned. For example: I had every intention of writing another post for my confessional tonight (although technically it’s morning now where I am) but after about a dozen failed attempts to get LMA to sleep for more than twenty minutes, I am so well-and-truly distracted (not to mention exhausted) that it’s just not gonna happen right now…

Stay tuned!