23 Jan

I woke this morning to tell B about a dream I had. I had just given birth to twin sons, one of which I called Control.


Then B told me he dreamt that I did a pregnancy test but rather than the usual piss on a stick variety, this one involved chicken schnitzels. We had to pan fry the schnitzel and if it turned blue, it was a boy and a pink schnitzel would indicate a girl. He said despite being certain we would be having another boy, the schnitzel was, in fact, pink.



Both dreaming about babies at the same time.

You might say we are co-clucking.

And it just beggars belief.

Last night, not only did Zee wake up four times BEFORE MIDNIGHT but we also had LD pay us a visit at around 11pm to say that he’d had a dream about monsters.

Then, they both woke at around 6am, headfirst into the day.

I use the word ‘day’ loosely because to my mind, if the sun ain’t all the way up, it ain’t day yet.

So exactly what are B and I doing dreaming about expanding our family? And then telling each other about the crazy dreams and feeling all giggly about the idea of another baby? When we’re downstairs hiding from the two children we already have?

As I said, it just beggars belief.

We are tired. Bone weary. We have so very little time to try to get done the mountain of stuff that is either required or desired. The kids get on our nerves. We get on each other’s nerves. Hey, let’s throw a newborn into the mix!

We are nutty in the extreme.

But from the moment Zee arrived, neither B or myself had even a moment when we sensed that we were done with the baby-making. It’s clear to both of us that another little being is waiting to make their grand entrance onto the Family M-G stage.

And if the thought scares us, that fear is wildly outweighed by the giddy we both feel when we mention Lil M-G 3.

This morning was tough. B went off to work (yes, on a Sunday) and there I was with two little boys living large in the way that little boys do and me dragging my sorry arse around trying to find a way into the day when my body was screaming, “Get thee to the nearest bed and slumber!” Apparently, my body is all Shakespearean.

I was sitting on the couch, willing myself to do….anything and then I was watching my kids. They were, blissfully, ignoring me. So I was free to just witness them at play. I don’t do it enough. Just stop and see my kids. Really watch them. And it was cool. They were really playing together. Their age gap has narrowed enough that they can actually engage in a way that is fun for both of them. LD is still physically bigger but Zee is quite capable of holding his own. For the most part. And when in doubt, he screams bloody murder until I save him.

But watching your children together – there’s nothing like it. Seeing two little people you put on the earth just hanging out? It’s incredible. And in those moments, you just feel that they’ll be friends for life, that they’ll have each other’s backs. Even if looking around at many grown up siblings tells a very different story. In this little moment, your kids have each other. And it feels like maybe that was the best gift you could ever give them.

So we want to add to that. Even amidst the exhaustion and chaos. Even though we will suddenly have one too many for the average Family Pass or Holiday Special. Even though, in years to come, our children will turn to us and list all the ways we fucked them up.

Even then. It will have been worth it.

Just one little click, friends. Click above and THAT IS IT. Vote is counted and I send you virtual love forever. Bargain!


8 Responses to “Co-clucked”

  1. Ladybird January 23, 2011 at 10:40 pm #

    Firstly, best picture EVER.
    You hear me say say endlessly, the greatest gift I gave my oldest children was their younger sibling. Sometimes I get nostalgic for the times when I was a well oiled Mumma machine, and had not found my ‘big voice’ yet – when a ‘drop in’ did not leave me drop dead embarassed at the state of my house, when I had more hair, less wrinkles, not as many bags under the eyes and a little mroe control of my bladder ;).
    Then I look at the three of them as they gang up on me, work in cahoots to destroy the room I just re-organized, throwe their food in delight at each other or just simply have a stacks on – and I would not change it for their world.
    I love their feral, vegemite covered, little fucking faces 😛 Three is most definately not a crowd Miss Angel, its a crazy, chaotic fly by the seat of your pants ride. All kinds of bad, but all kinds of GOOD.
    I thoroughly recommend you get with the small type person making program ASAP. You OWE the world more MG goodness. Its your civic duty!

    • Angie aka The Little Mumma January 24, 2011 at 7:28 am #

      It’s always good to have confirmation from the frontline, Ladybird! And your three are definitely testimony to how crazy beautiful (emphasis on the crazy ;)) life with three kidlets can be.

      Yes, I think the world needs another M-G!

  2. amylynn0724 January 24, 2011 at 10:25 am #

    YES Best pic ever is true!!

    But I love this—->“Get thee to the nearest bed and slumber!” Apparently, my body is all Shakespearean.

    You have me laughing in an ever so evil way at that.

    I have three and it is my humble HUMBLE opinion that three is not much harder than two. Now my first two were 8 and 10 years older than my youngest, who was


    ahhh, but that is another subject altogether

    love your blog

    that is all

    • Angie aka The Little Mumma January 24, 2011 at 11:19 am #

      Oh, Amy Lynn, thank you for your kind words! And for laughing at mine.

      The gap between your little peeps seems a not altogether crazy idea but alas, I fear I will be too old and worn out to even pick up a baby if I wait too much longer. And so, I prepare for battle once more….

  3. Kate January 24, 2011 at 9:40 pm #

    Well, you know my story & you know I’ll only encourage you to have another precious bubba : )

    My world is crazy! Busy, nutty, a regular whirlwind! But I wouldn’t have it any other way!! If fact, just to add another ball in the air, I’m having another baby heehee!

    I cannot agree with Brooke more, the best thing I have given my children is their siblings. Sure, they fight like cat & dog at times, but they are BEST FRIENDS! If Ry falls & hurts herself, Ivy rushes over to give her big sis lots of cuddles & sloppy kisses. When Kelsey needs someone to be Rhapsody to her Harmony, she has Rylee volunteer in a heartbeat. They read to each other, they get up to mischief together, but whatever they’re doing, it’s usually together. Shane bought a little plaque that hangs on the wall along our stairway ‘Sisters by fate, friends by choice’ & how true it is! At least so far : )

    Bring on the craziness of 3 kids Angie, you’ll wonder why you didn’t do it sooner!

    • Angie aka The Little Mumma January 24, 2011 at 10:09 pm #

      Thanks Kate. I’m grinning stupidly as I read this. There is no hope for me! I hope that 3 will be enough for my clucking heart!

      And your girls are the sweetest. Truly. I am RELYING on you to share your leftover pink dust!

      • Kate January 24, 2011 at 10:19 pm #

        Chucking copious amounts of pink babydust your way babe!! Goodness knows, I have plenty (& I no longer have the need for babydust of any variety, so in line with your hoarding blog, it’s ALL got to go!)

      • Angie aka The Little Mumma January 25, 2011 at 12:42 pm #

        Ha! Gratefully (and greedily!) received! Thank you. xx

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