It should be no shock to anyone that at this particular point in time I am feeling overwhelmed.
On top of trying to be the blogger I want to be, I am attempting the Parent Manifesto Program with Parent Wellbeing (which, by the way, I am L-O-V-I-N-G) and I am once again throwing myself into study.
And all of that is on the side of being a mother to Roo and the Two.
Recently, as the Two turned 2, they have not-so-subtly shifted into overdrive.
I’m sure this is probably quite common for twins.
They turn 2 and all of a sudden it’s like you need to be on speed to keep up with them. Or at least mainline coffee.
And I still haven’t found a medical professional who will actually do that.
The past couple of weeks has seen the emergence of Fraser’s alter ego. I like to call him: “The Mountain Goat”
One afternoon Pal called out to me from the bathroom, quite urgently, to hurry. When I arrived I found my son sitting in the sink.
He’d apparently been staring at himself in the mirror and only sat down when Pal called out to me. As in, he only sat down when he realised he was busted.
Another recent morning found me entering the loungeroom in search of a missing child. Two children were at my kitchen security gates screaming for food and Fraser was noticeably absent.
At first I thought he must be engrossed in either Thomas the Tank Engine or The Little Princess, his favourites. I was mistaken.
He was standing on top of the cabinet and peering behind the television. Planning on pushing it onto his unsuspecting twin brother for ruining his life soon after conception, no doubt.
The Mountain Goat has also recently learned the value of pulling out drawers and using them as steps. To get to my PC that holds all of the precious and valuable photos of my babies. Of course everything is backed up on hard drives. But with a Mountain Goat for a child you soon learn that nothing is safe.
The Mountain Goat is not silly and knows where all things of value are kept in the home.
The hall stand is actually a repurposed change table. With shelves. My phone is regularly disconnected from the wifi and my keys, the day’s mail and Pal’s work hats are constantly AWOL. I learned very quickly to zip up my handbag and keep my wallet and lipsticks out of reach.
The Kid has been standing on the seats of trikes, jumping from couch to couch, crawling through tiny spaces and rolling balls around the house until he finds something he needs to be higher for. And then he tries desperately to stand on an air-filled ball resting on the polished wood floors of our dining room. In order to get over the kitchen security gate.
My personal concern is that he will eventually find me in my pantry.
My more altruistic concern is that soon enough, The Mountain Goat will discover a way to vault out of his cot, help Oscar out of his cot and then together they will take over the world.
Don’t call me crazy – I’ve heard them plotting world domination from their cots for two years now. The plan involves much gibberish, plenty of high-pitched squealing and jumping up and down on mattresses.
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Do you have a Mountain Goat for a child? Or is your child a Lengthy-Armed Orangutan? Or even s Stubborn Mule? Do you think I should change the name of this blog to Daisy, Roo and Zoo? Or maybe just remove all furniture from my home and sit on European cushions whilst I stare at the walls, in preparation for the end of the world as we know it?
I have a mountain goat & a stubborn mule all in one! Thank goodness my other baby is an angel. Just yesterday I went to buy groceries, opened my wallet to find NOT A SINGLE CARD! “all missing mummy! I play”. Deep breaths! You’re amazing Daisy! Just remember to schedule in some time for you xx
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Oh that’s happened to me before – I was lucky enough to have Pal with me though, so we could still pay! And they get so proud of themselves too!! Look mummy, I’ve created a massively exhausting and embarrassing episode, how awesome am I!?!?
Haha, good luck in the future!
Morning Daisy!!
I LOVE mountain goats, but not inside the house
My last baby is a bit of a combination of mountain goat (climbed the ladder of the boys’ bunk bed at 12 months literally one handed, the day after she had surgery and had one of her arms bandaged almost up to her shoulder), can be a stubborn mule, but dances like a fairy and sings to herself like winnie the pooh, and that somehow makes it all ok.
I’m glad we are past the two year old stage though, 3, 7, and 10 is so much better.
Sounds like you might need to divide and conquer, before they rule the world
x Sannah
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Oh goodness! Your mountain goat is definitely determined! One armed!!!! Yes, I can’t wait until there are two 6yos and one 7yo around here!
Oh I feel for you…. My night last night was a bit ummm I’m so tired I don’t have words. But I too have a mountain goat… So hubby is living at his mothers (has been since October but that’s a whole other story!) but he either has the kids at night while I work And comes for tea every other night except Saturday night I work and the kids have a sleep over with him. So whilst he is here to help with dinner bath Abd bed I’m a lonely soul getting up through the night to the kids (every night I might add!) some times 4 times or more a night! So we put the boys to bed… Charlie climbs out of his cot Abd on to his change table (he is not yet 2, Dylan is 4 and they share a room) I put him back in. He climbs out hits his face Abd cries…. Screams… So at 8 last night we start to turn cot into toddler bed…. At 9 we put both boys back to bed Abd cleverly put a baby gate on their doorway… At 930 Dylan is screaming tired Charlie is jumping on him screaming tuddle (obviously he wanted a cuddle whilst jumping on his brothers head) so I put Dylan in my bed… Sit in the room with Charlie till 1030… Hubby takes over for 5 minutes, gets fed up and shuts the bedroom door. Charlie finally gives up at about 11 and falls asleep in his bed, we move Dylan to his bed and hubby says ok I’m going home call if you need help, so the boys wake up 4 times I call for help. To get sleepy abuse… Can you not handle it. Do I have to come over… Eyc… So I deal. Dylan ends up in bed with me… And of course 4 am rolls around I’m awake and need to pee… Today hubby thinks its funny that he was asleep when I rang… And my saviour is that amazingly daycare has spare spots today so I am off to try sleep and hopefully tonight the kids will be utterly exhausted from their day that they will both pass out after dinner Abd sleep through (wishful thinking!) Good luck to you with your mountain goat! Hope he doesn’t climb out of the cot and you can change him when you are ready to!
Oh Jessica that sounds like an EPIC night! It’s hard doing it on your own at night. I hope you and your hubby manage to find a way that works for you both – it sounds like you are doing it tough. I hope you get plenty or rest today – thank goodness for daycare!
Thanks daisy…. Your blogs actually make my day most days! Hubby and I are trying to work things out…. Most days. counseling hopefully will help.
I hope so – Pal left me when I was pregnant with the twins and only had Roo. We had a similar set up – he would help with dinner bath and bed. I was too attached to Roo to let her stay anywhere overnight though and we had a few very long nights. But he is home now and 2 years o we are stronger than ever. I really hope the same happens for you!
We have a zoo too, a stubborn mule, a flighty bird, a cheeky climbing monkey and a lightning fast cheetah!
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Haha! You could charge admission for that lot!
Daisy Roo & Zoo! Love it!
I have two climbers. I guess they are part mountain goat. I would also say they are part ninja! Noah shimmied up the fridge at 14 months…to the top…..He learnt to climb out of his cot well before that. Shion is just as bad. The good thing is they seem to know their limits and rarely fall.
The other day I came out from our kitchen to find Shion sitting on top of the play kitchen, on the windowsill, looking out the OPEN window. I doubt the screen would of held if he had decided to move forward further.
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Oh my god. He shimmied up the fridge? I will stop complaining IMMEDIATELY! Good luck Lulu, I think life is only going to get busier and busier for the likes of you and I!
Heidi was a climber, I remember when she climbed the fence in our backyard and i spotted her 18 month old self straddling the fence attempting to get over. Freak out! We lived off a very busy main road at the time. We built a little roof over the fence, so Heidi couldn’t get over it anymore.
My oldest cousin was a climber too, he used to climb onto his cot rail, boost himself out the bedroom window and walk to the local shops. Got to be such a regular problem that my aunty tied a stocking around one of his legs and attached the other end to the cot. Ahhh things you could get away with in the 70′s.
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Omg freak out at Heidi on the fence! Oh man, sometimes I wish we lived in the 70s. Except then we would have no Internet and I would be sad, and my house would be very clean!
Its so nice post about it.By the way those photos was awesome the view was beautiful.
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Oh, this place is spectacular yet it is dangerous for mules. Look at the mules on the photos, they are really at risk.
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This is really fantastic. How could those mules survive on the place? The place is so dangerous for these animals.
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