A little more than one year ago I started this blog. The reasons I started are no longer there. This blog has served its purpose and I am extremely grateful for all that it has done for me and all that my readers have done for me. I don’t know if I will keep blogging here but I guess that’s whats great about it, it will be here when I need it.

I wanted to share a couple of photo’s of myself with you.

This one is taken a year ago while I was on holidays in Port Douglas (read here)

Here I am May 19th in Melbourne at the 12WBT Finale Workout (Which we broke the Guinness Book of Records for the Largest Group Circuit Workout)

Here I am that night in all my glamour

I am very proud of what I have achieved and where I am heading – I am going to be a PERSONAL TRAINER! I have been studying and am over half way through the course. I am very much in a good place at the moment.  Lets hope it stays that way.

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This week I m on holidays with my family. It is wonderful to be able to share the morning wake ups with my husband. Being a dairy farmer he almost never gets the chance to be home when they wake up. The sheer joy in Master 1’s eyes in incredible. He has been clinging to him all morning. Miss 3 on the other hand is feeling a little under the weather. She has only just got out of bed and is now snuggling on the couch with daddy. It’s horrible to see her so despondent, the spark in my little girls eyes is missing. I know she will be fine and I am very glad that she has been sleeping but it’s still sad to see.

The wonderful thing about being on holiday is the ability to just be. I have nowhere I need to go, there is not rushing, no washing, nothing that I think ‘Oh shit I really need to do this and that’. I don’t need to do anything. Hence the chance to blog I guess. It’s quite refreshing to put some words down, I don’t know if they make sense or are even worth reading but I guess that doesn’t matter either.

Strangely as I sit here writing this I am thinking about getting off the couch and getting outside to the fresh air and going in search of the gym, or maybe just going for a run to check out the sights. But you know what? I’m on holiday, so that can wait until later, I have more pressing things to do, like just be, enjoy the moment and chillax.

Just a short one, but I need to chill now. x

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I’m not sure who is the chalk or the cheese but lately I’ve been noticing major differences between my 3 year old daughter and my 18 month old son.

My daughter was such a good little girl, never into anything. She would never go near the bin, never get anything out of it and never put anything that shouldn’t be in it, in. But my Son… he is always at the bin. Pulling out yoghurt containers, milk containers, old strawberries, you name it, it comes out. As for what goes in, I’m a tad worried about the things I have thrown out not realizing they were in the bin. Yesterday I found a new jar of Vegemite and Peanut Butter in there. I can’t believe he’d thrown them away. Little shit.

As for the rest of the house, everything used to stay on the table, on the shelves, on cabinet with my daughter, but my son… nope. If you came to visit you would laugh. I have all the dining table chairs lining the outside of the room so that he cannot climb onto the table. We have lots of papers etc on the table and he destroys them. The desk chair needed to be removed as well, he opens multiple things on the computer and I have no idea what he had deleted (or saved), and he draws on the bills.

He pulls everything off the TV cabinet, the shelves, brings everything out from the bathroom, opens all the draws and puts random things in so I can’t find them.

My daughter was not a climber, he is.
She would walk, he runs.
She wouldn’t eat much, he eats everything (except tomatoes).
She could sleep through a hurricane, he wakes if a bee farts.
She is serious, he is so laid back.

I love that they are so different and it keeps me on my toes, but gets quite frustrating sometimes.

Are your kids very different/the same? Is it a gender thing? Or a 2nd (or 3rd, 4th, 5th) child thing? I will not tempt fate and test the 3rd child thing, 2 is just enough.

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