...she loved the introduction to food...grabbed her t-spoon from her Daddy and navigated the porridge to her little gummy mouth.
Playing together
Gioia is three years old, and Isla is just over 3 months old, and here they are playing together in sweet sweet harmony. Gioia chats and educates and Isla watches and listens. Johan also managed to capture our eldest having a bit of a fit...classic face when she doesn't get her way.
Monday, January 9, 2012
...so far
Isla is nearly 4 months old. In other words, we have been a family of 4 for nearly 120 blurry days. I am back at Sparky Marks Crossfit gym, so now I can blog, because the fog is clearing in my head. I love motherhood. I adore being a mommy to Gioia and Isla, its my true calling. This being said, its the hardest calling on earth. It truely is a thankless job that requires you to perform at your best at all times, unlike a 9-5 in an office where you can slack off as the day draws to an end, or when the boss is distracted by the new PA. I am the boss, and the office staff is made up of two darling little sparkles who are shaping up and growing up in an environment that I am, sometimes solely, responsible for creating. A loving nurturing caring environment. In order to maintain a nest with these qualities one has to sacrifice daily. I cant recall the last time I sat down to blow wave my hair straight, I hardly ever shave my legs, and most days, when I walk out the front door I cant remember if I put on anti-perspirant or not. I am overwhelmed daily. Sometimes I wonder about the origin of parenting. Would love to lay a little pink or blue egg and send em on their merry way once their feathers have arranged themselves on their string bean arms.







