Life's little moments

Due to a swarming craze of hormones running through my body, I've been so much more aware and sensitive I guess of life's little moments and how much they mean.  I feel inspired by people who suffer, which sounds really wrong, but its true.  When I see other people's trials I can't help but empathise, put myself in their shoes, and feel what they're feeling.  With people losing children especially lately,I've been reminded how fragile life is, that no one is immune to death, no matter what plans you've made or how righteous you are.  And so I've started to check myself, self evaluate I guess.  And see how I deal with life's little moments.

And so I've made a few commitments, resolutions, whatever you want to call them, that will hopefully help me to be able to enjoy life's little moments more and live with less regrets.  So that if it ever were mine or someone I love's time to go, I wouldn't be left with shoulda-coulda-woulda's.

- I have been hurt and seen others hurt so deeply by the things people say (or don't say) to them and mostly just about them.  Last night as I wrote an imaginary hate letter in my head to someone who I felt has truely used and abused me as of late (Leisa, if your'e reading this NO ITS NOT YOU lol), I started getting so angry, and upset, and just feeling yuck.  And then it kinda hit me.  I'm the only one who's affected by this.  I'm never gunna write the letter, I'd never actually confront her about it, she's never going to know how much I'm upset.  So why bother?  It just makes me feel bad.  And so i decided last night, after wasting 2 hours of perfectly good sleeping time being furious, that I am not going to say negative things.  I can't say I won't think them, but I am just going to keep negative things to myself.  If I haven't got anything nice to say, I just won't say anything at all (Took me 22 years Mum, but i finally got that concept.).  I'm hoping that by not vocalizing these negative feelings, they won't last as long and I can get on with being happy and enjoying life's little moments.

- My husband would be the first to admit that I sweat the small stuff way too much.  I get obsessed over things that are so insignificant and let them ruin the good big stuff.  I get so upset that Malachi painted all over the table, that I miss the beautiful picture he painted too, or how happy his face is to see what he can create.  I get frustrated that Tui's 15 minutes late that I don't actually get to enjoy any of the time I have to spend with him, coz I'm too busy being mad.  So my other resolution is to not sweat the small stuff, and instead to enjoy those little moments.  Last night Malachi woke up at 1am and hasn't been back to sleep since.  He spent the night throwing up.  And as I sat there feeling almost resentful that I had to be awake the thought suddenly came to me - "I bet Natalie would give anything to spend the night awake with Gavin while he spewed up everywhere."   An hour or so after thinking this, my sick little boy rolled over, held my face, and kissed me on the cheek. One of life's little moments that I would have missed if I'd still been resentful of Malachi being sick (as if it was his fault....duh...).  I guess I wanna be more like a duck, be waterproof, and let these things just roll off my back, not let them get me down or stop me from enjoying life's little moments. 

So it's kinda past new years, but here's to a better year, a better February then January was (and not just coz my birthday's in February), and in the words of my musical hero, "I'm starting with the man in the mirror....If you wanna make the world a better place, just look at yourself and make a change."

Baby Update

Well I've reached the half way mark, 20 weeks.  So it's time, for record keeping purposes, to update on how the last 10 weeks have been.

- Week 10-15 saw a bunch more throwing up, which covered Thanksgiving and Christmas,  not so fun.  I lost a total of 15lbs from all the "loss of food".  After experiencing that, I've decided that I don't really need 6 kids.  2 is fine...

- After I stopped throwing up, my weight loss quickly made up for itself and I put back on that lost 15 and then some, but it really only looks like I've gained a little, thank goodness.  My clothes are definately getting to the "enough already, pull out you maternity clothes" stage.  Uggg.  I hate this stage, in between.  Getting dressed makes me so frustrated, some days I just don't leave my house unless I can wear Tui's basketball shorts.

- We went for an ultra sound and our baby BOY has all his required parts - heart, head, spine, legs, arms.  He's bigger then he should be, so they've moved up my due date a week.  Not surprising considering Malachi's size.

- Started needing to pee alot.  However I'm sick of getting up so I've trained my bladder to wait the whole night, or at least until 6.30am.

 
- Cravings have set in.  Right now it's for super super spicy things and really really sour things.  If anyone wanted to get me some Jalepeno Cheetos and lemonade, I'd love you forever.

So far so good.  I feel like it's gone by pretty fast.  I know it'll just start slowing down and time will crawl.  But I'm so excited for this little man to make his appearance.

The Cake

Yesterday was D-Day.

I secretly worked to make the cake.

I iced it perfectly so there would be no peaking.

And then it was time....

Faithful blog followers voted. 

At first the votes were almost unanimous.....a girl...

But as the time drew nearer, many were swayed to the other side and voted boy.

The final score was 15-10 for a girl.

Tui cut.

We watched.

And the result was.....

Blue.

Shame on you, whoever voted girl.

Please note: Tui has a happy face.

He's excited.

But not as excited as me.

And Malachi.

Well, Malachi was just mostly happy because there was cake.

He didn't care what color it was.

So there you have it.

Baby Tafuna # 2

is

a

BOY!!!

Dole Plantation

 

Another one from the Bucket List.  I've lived here 5 years and never been.  Which is sad.  It also means I've never taken any of my family that have come to visit....sorry guys.....

It was such a fun day.  We told Malachi he'd be riding a train and he was so excited.  He still talks about it.  Here are some pictures from the day of fun!

Aunty Nelle got a frisby in her kiddies meal...

...which she kindly donated to malachi.

Checking out the brouchure with Uncle Marcus.

 

Looking at all the different kinds of pineapples - i didnt even know there was more then one kind.

 

 

 

 

Feeding the ravenous fish, while waiting for the train.

Pineapple people.

 

And the cutest little pineapple you ever saw....Leeyen....

Time to ride the train.

 

 

 

 

And finish it all off with some pineapple ice-cream.

 

 

Such a great day.  I'm sad we didn't do it sooner.  For anyone that lives here and hasn't been - go!  And anyone who's planning on visiting, its totally worth it.

Photo Blog

I finally did it.

I'm brave enough (or crazy enough) to put my photos out there on a blog for the world to see.  I figure I need it, for record keeping sakes, to see how I've improved, or not.

So check it out.

And if you want me to take pictures of yourself, your family, your pet rabbit, let me know.  I sure could use the practice!!!!

snapshotsphoto.blogspot.com

Baby Tafuna # 2 is a ........

On Monday I finally went in for my first OB appointment - at 18 weeks. I think I like this better, the pregnancy seems to have gone by faster because I haven't really been thinking about it a whole lot, no monthly check ups to remind me how fat I'm getting. I'm almost half way there.
So anyway, went in, listened to the heart, thud thud thud. Got to have a look at baby and found out that it's a.....

....baby with it's legs crossed!!!

You can imagine my frustration.

So I went straight out to the office and make another appointment for another scan. This was a battle I was NOT going to lose.

Today we went back for the second scan and baby co-operated completely - thanks partly to the giant piece of cheesecake and freezing cold water I had beforehand. And so we found out that the baby is a.......

........secret!!!

Next week is Tui's birthday and I want to save it for then. I had him leave the room while the doctor revealed the gender to me so he has no idea. The plan is to dye his birthday cake the color of the baby's gender, pink or blue, and so when he cuts into the cake, he'll know. That's the plan. Let's just see if I can keep it a secret for 8 days.... I already blabbed to Malachi, but he promised not to tell anyone.

So watch this space next week to see if your guesses are correct. If you haven't voted, you've still got another 8 days to place your votes.


Excitedly waiting.

Chugging back that cold water.

The spectators.

There's the baby!! (excuse the pasty white stomach)


Malachi and the pictures of the baby.

PCC 4 FHE

On Monday for FHE we went to PCC. We just walked and ate and hung out. And of course rode on the PCC bus, which Malachi talks about every day and dies every time he sees it going past. So we fulfilled his life long dream to ride the bus, got some good grub, and just enjoyed the few hours we had together, before the library claimed back my husband.

Riding on the bus.

Pretty hawaiian boy - he didn't mind it, Tui did.

Feeding the fish.

Riding on the very scary canoe/raft.

Daddy teaching Malachi to do the shaka.

We made fish.

And of course we ate. We were so hungry we didn't think of taking pictures until after all the food was gone, so this is just desert.