The Milk Memoirs

One part chronicle, one part resource of all things breastfeeding and family life…with a good dose of fun,crafts & mommy realness

A Slow Summer…

12 Comments

beach3

A.K.A. Trying to have a life during First Trimester Exhaustion.

It is with great liberation, which is only slightly tainted with embarrasment, that I can admit that I have spent the most of the past two months(and certainly all of my holiday time off) going pantless. In this heat, with these raging preggy hormones, and extreme fatigue there was little else I felt like doing, other than being spread eagle on my bed, in said pantless state. Just laying there in undies and sweater, waiting for the sleep gods to take me down into sweet slumber lane. And to be honest I could have done that with all my time till the cows came home (Which is pretty much like my very first pregnancy, except I kept my pants on back then)

But with two busy kids at home…on summer holiday? It was a state I was constantly ripped from. Both through their constant pleading, “what we doing today, mama?!” AND of course thanks to the ever present mommy-guilt that courses through one’s veins. That train is never late, eh? (I mean how dare I take this pantless timeout when my littles are pleading for some fun and stimulation, right? Ugh.)

So whilst we never did get to plough through that amazing Summer to do list that I’ve being cooking up in my head all Winter and Spring (thank you, Extreme First Trimester Fatigue!), we did manage to do a few things.

To be honest I felt so bad about the fact that I havent had much energy to really get out there while our little bun in the oven is taking shape. I mean, if anything our girls are very much like their mama when it comes to doing life : we have an urgent need to carpe diem – every day! For me, everyday is an opportunity to experience something new and amazing or just plain ol’ fun. In fact, before kids (and even more so before marriage) I apparently used to try and squeeze several different kinds of things in my day. Sleep when you’re dead, was my saying back then. And even to this day, when I meet up with old friends from back then, and they regale me with stories of my twenties and how crazy active/busy my life was, that even I think, “how the dickens did I manage that?!

The point being, I get where my kids are coming from, life is here to be lived and experienced in all it’s different forms, from being unplugged and spread out on the couch in your jammies, to diving with sharks and jumping out of planes. Ok, wait, scratch those planes and shark adventures for now until they dont need an indeminity form from me, but you get what I mean. So whenever we did get out there, it was a like a small victory for me, as I lay sprawled across my bed once back home, with a single fist in the sky, like, “yes, I made it!”

So what did we do? Well, we took it slow, and enjoyed some summer life…

We finally got around to our berry picking with really good friends of our’s…

strwberry

strwberry1

strwberry2
Our girls loved it! And Morgy has already stated apple picking needs to happen.

No tasting while picking..#rebel…
starberrytaste

Our little gymnast…
strwberryhang

Straight from there, and purely on a whim, we ended up at Zevenwacht farm. A place I went to and loved several times as a singleton, but never as a mom, and let me just tell you – it’s a clear kid-friendly win!

They had a water slide (using their own dam water) which was just what the kids needed on what felt like the hottest day of the year.
slide

slide1
It’s all fun and games, until you realise just how cold that dam water is: ๐Ÿ™‚
slide2

slide3

Someone decided to up the fun factor and add bubbles to the slide…
slidesoap

Their picnic baskets were just to die for – tasty, filling, and not skimping on anything.
Only bummer for the day was that Parker had the worst fall ever from the picnic benches there – landed right on her noggin. I was ready to call it a day, but tough nut over there didnt want to leave.

zevenwachthome

We’ve had a couple a great swim days at home – when the freaking wind allowed it, that is. (Can the wind just calm the f down already?!)
pooldays

pooldays1

pooldays2

pooldays3

We’ve met up with some dear buds from out of town at another wine farm – and you must know, it takes a special kind friend to make me willing to actually get up, shower, brush my teeth and show up when I’m in the tight grip of pregnancy fatigue (ok, ok, ok, I’ll stop moaning about it!…Umm, I can’t promise though.)

nitidamorgy

nitida

nitidapax

nitidagroup

And it was, as always, so good to see them. So much so, our wine farm brunching ended up being a pool day at the Porters…
porterpool

porterpool3

And if this summer has reminded me of anything, it would be that we are truly blessed to have a few genuine and good friends in our lives. Which brings us to sunset (virgin) drinks and dinners at our friends’ new home, complete with dessert outdoors on blankets, good conversations and a few rounds of pass the parcel that they organized for our girls (but where everyone played with)

dinnersunset

dinnersunset2
And of course, living exactly five minutes away from the beach means the beach was a familiar spot (when the wind played with of course, lest we leave with sandblasted skin. #WestCoastLiving)
beach1

beach2

beach4

But like so many days, we just chilled, and dressed up as unicorns…

unicorn

unicorn2

So we are somewhat “Summering”, just a bit slower than usual. I’ve missed out/had to pass on so many invites from close friends purely because I doubt it’s socially acceptable to yawn in people’s faces. The good news is, first trimester is almost at the end (yay!) and the summer is still going. So hopefully loads more catching up on Summer and friends in the weeks to come…

Here’s to seizing the day, folks…even if that means lying pantless across the couch all day. You do you. X

Advertisements

Author: mommabeartrax

Mother of two (and counting), pregnant with the third and have a sweet little angel in heaven. A very happy wifey, blogger, lover of life and laughter, a clumsy swimmer, loyal friend, Im funnier in my head than I actually am, I am a qualified HypnoBirthing Child Birth Educator, I get inexplicably excited about good food, baking & crafts. Although, I think baking and crafts are just trying to fill a void that my Kenpo and gym-rat days used to fill. Lastly, according to the rest of the world, I fix your printer. But I'm actually a Software Architect.

12 thoughts on “A Slow Summer…

  1. Your girls are gorge!!! And yes, I too have spent many a summer day, without pants (and a bra, let’s be real), because seriously being pregnant is an excuse enough to wear nothing but a big tshirt and undies LOL I’m in my second trimester now, so I’ve begun to wear pants again. Mainly because my hubby wouldn’t let me leave home without them. haha

    Liked by 1 person

    • Ah! YES, of course – how can I forget the flinging of the bra too! ๐Ÿ™‚
      Glad Im not the only one, Luchae…And seriously,what’s with our husbands and their societal conformity about pants?! ๐Ÿ™‚ ๐Ÿ˜‰

      Liked by 1 person

  2. Your girls are simply gorgeous!!! I’m not even pregnant and I spent many a day sprawled pantless on my bed lol! It’s always awesome getting out and letting the kids loose.

    Liked by 1 person

    • Hahah…clearly im a slow learner about this pantless life!๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜

      And yes, we do love getting them out, but I forget jusy what a mission lofe becomes for me during the first trimester. ..like just opening my eyes deserves a freakin gold star!

      Like

  3. Oh I think you still made a great summer for them (and you). Congratulations on the little bun too!

    Liked by 2 people

    • Eeek! Thanks SO much Cat – we’re still pretty excited about baby no3 even if its still through a thick veil of exhaustion ๐Ÿ™‚

      As for the summer, thanks, but still, its like when you have a picture in your head or at least base your expectations on previous summers and you’re not living up to that, the I feel bad…especially now that everyone has to chill because thats all mummy can do. You know?

      Like

  4. Lol babes. I am not preggies, but struggled to get into a pants when returning to work. I felt claustrophobic. Can imagine the preggers. Must be hell to transition.

    Liked by 2 people

  5. Oh my. I’m 37 weeks and still pantless hahahaha….good luck and all the best. My d day is near…Looks like you still had an awesome Summer.

    P.S. I can’t handle the wind in CPT…..

    Like

    • I know right?! Wind was pushing me to the edge of depression this year, I swear. Wasnt always this bad though.

      As for pantless state, Im thinking thats my future too๐Ÿ˜ Pantless all the way! And if anyone asks, I’ll just send them your way ๐Ÿ˜Š

      Like

  6. Lovely pics, Parkies and Morgy surely are growing by the day. Such great family pics Trax. Asked you this before, can you not also adopt me for a day????? ๐Ÿ™‚

    Liked by 1 person

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s