{gasp!}

Having a flair for the theatrical myself, I suppose in the recesses of my mind, I knew that the risk of giving birth to a drama queen was high. It manifests itself in tantrums over nothing, and lately - The Gasp. When the doorbell rings, when she sees a friend, when she sees the Copyright notice at the beginning of a movie or if something sounds faintly like a knock at the door, Teagan will produce an audible gasp and crane her neck in the general direction of the noise. 

Dramatic - yes.

Hilarious - also yes.

Here be Krispy Kremes...ARRR.

I've never known pirates to share, but we owe Teagan's first Krispy Kreme donut to a friendly neighbourhood pirate who kindly gave us some of her loot. After braving the establishment on International Talk Like a Pirate Day to lay claim on free glazies, our friend Cap'n Olivia stopped by with her mum to share with us. So sweet...in every sense of the word. Thanks, Cap'n Livi!

Fly Girls.

I used to think that if Teagan resembled a character from a Disney/Pixar movie, it would be Baby Rapunzel. Now I'm not so sure.

What we do on the fly.

Arriving at the airport 2 hours early for an international flight gives you plenty of time to do nothing. I told him if he did it once, he'd have to do it a thousand times...I just made the mistake of waiting until he was already in the middle. Here's how Brandon kept Teagan entertained...and lost a few pounds in the process.


(That's her yelling "Fun" when she gets off and running to do it again x 30.) Whatever it takes to get the wiggles out before a 5 hour flight! What a man.

Tired Mummy Torn

I'm convinced that Teagan is part sloth. On my side. My generation of Haws seems to have the ability to hibernate. We will sleep until the cows come home to die. Divine intervention seems necessary to wake us at times. Most of my siblings are still that way, partying into the wee hours of the night and able to sleep until the afternoon. As a mother, you can imagine I've had to adjust my inner clock a little. But my Teagan can sleep with the best of them. There are times she'll sleep for 14 hours straight - heaven bless her. This may mean that we miss out on opportunities to play with our friends that wake up at 5 or 6, but in the long run I'd rather let her sleep...maybe that's why she's so tall? 

An old picture, yes, but that's because lately it isn't worth the risk to go in her room while she's asleep.

Recognizing that a gift from above like this is a rarity and I couldn't possibly have another super sleeper in my future, I'm trying my best to bank my sleep and enjoy the opportunity to rest. But I'm torn. As much as I enjoy sleeping in (and sometimes am physically unable to get out of bed at a reasonable hour...so I tell myself) a baby alarm clock gets my day started off on the wrong foot.

Yesterday I woke up at 8:30 (please don't judge me!) to Teagan screaming (apparently she got off on the wrong foot as well!) As I shot up in bed, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes to realize it was so late, my heart sank a little. I hadn't showered, eaten breakfast, checked e-mail or any of the other things that seem so hard to do once Teagan is awake. When she wakes me up, I feel like I'm already behind, which makes me one cranky mummy, despite more than enough sleep.

So, do I try to enjoy ample hours of rest while I can or do I sacrifice some sleep for the chance to get things done prior to the chaos? I won't call it Sophie's Choice, but this doesn't seem to be an easy one. I'll be sure to let you know...

There'd be a lot less trouble on our street if the neighbourhood watch didn't hold the binoculars backwards.

The Binky Bandit.

To Our Dearest Teagan, a few words of advice:

When attempting to sneak in and out of our bathroom undetected, to steal our shower supplies it's best not to leave a trail of binkies.

Your (slightly annoyed) Parents

P.S. All the toys in the world and you want to play with Daddy's soap? Really?