True Mama's Boys

The boys love to follow me around. They flock to me like I'm some magical creature. It's amazing! But they tend to gang up on me too, one hanging off each leg. Right now, our kitchen is the new "peach pit" and they love playing with the "jukebox" (aka the fridge farm). They love taking all the magnets off the fridge and throwing them on the floor. Then they laugh. And then I clean up after them. And then they laugh. At me. Where is the justice!?

My sad attempt at brushing Jackson's hair straight!

Get Me Outta Here!

Believe it or not, the boys were super excited to pose for another month of guitar pics ..................... NOT! It goes without saying that they were absolutely petrified to be in Daddy's guitar case. They cried and cried (and cried some more), so we took our pictures quickly and called it a day. Next month is going to be pitiful!

Taking Over The Family Business!

The boys were proud to wear their Daddy's logo on their onesies! Jameson looks like an absolute doll. So happy. Posing in Daddy's guitar case for their 11 month photos ... not so much!

Hear No Evil, Speak No Evil

Seriously, the boys look like they're plotting something quite sneaky. The looks on their faces just says it all!

Just Leave Me Alone!

Mmmm this bed is way better than mine!

We got terribly sick over the long weekend. I don't know exactly what we caught but I wouldn't wish it upon my worst enemy (not that I have one but you know what I mean)! We tried our best not to get the boys sick. Both our parents came down to care for us and the boys while we recovered, but on Sunday, Jameson started showing signs of letargy and then bam .... barf central! Jackson followed suit on Monday.


All I need is a pillow and the remote and I'll be just fine!

Being barfed on ... well, that was a new experience for me! And the following week was the week from hell. Wes and I weren't back to normal yet. We were barely eating and were totally burnt out. We felt lousy but we needed to be strong for the boys. They were troopers. They didn't eat much. They slept a lot. And they were cranky on and off. But so began the love affair with our pillows ... it was the only thing they wanted! The good news is that I lost 7 pounds (wait, isn't that a movie???) and am now officially back to my pre pregnancy weight! Hooray for vomit! :)

A Little About Me

So ... I started this blog well over a year ago and realised that I have yet to really introduce myself to you, so it's only fitting that I provide a little background on ME so here goes.

My name is Robyn. I'm a shopaholic and have been known to be extremely undomesticated as I'm sure you are well aware of by now. I'm a musician by day and writer by night. I'm a true insomniac. I like being in front of the camera, as well as behind it. I was classically trained in piano, but my true passion has always been my voice. I went to University. I partied. I travelled. I loved. I lost. I broke hearts, including my own. And I did it all and with no regrets.

I am a flirt by design and I love to laugh. I am too social for my own good. I'm chatty. I'm witty. Some may say I'm gullible. Oh, and I'm super sarcastic. I believe people come into my life for a reason (even if they leave just as quickly as they came). I believe in colours and vibes. I believe in best friends and soul mates. If you're reading this, there's a reason why you're in my life, and for that, I am grateful to you.

I wear my heart on my sleeve. I believe that crying is cathartic. I often want what I cannot have, but it doesn't stop me from trying. I aim to please others, but I'm learning now that the only person I need to please is myself. I have an abundance of love to give and I'm learning to live each day like it's your last. I have a very vivid imagination. I can be a very good girl and a very bad girl, all at the same time. Oh, if you only knew ...

So, in a nutshell, my blog focuses on my life and the things that inspire me to share my thoughts with you in this manner. Welcome aboard, thanks for reading, and enjoy the ride! :)

Robyn x


It's another world when you're behind the lens

Let's Launder ...

Oh Jameson ... always getting himself into trouble! This time, with the clean clothes hamper! He was having so much fun in there. I didn't want to steal his thunder so I left him in there to giggle. That is, until he started trying for a poop and when that happens, all hell breaks loose! Poor little guy!

40 Pounds ...

of love that is ;)

Schmothers Day

Nothing says Mothers Day like a good ol fashioned oven fire to start off the morning! The dough for the breakfast buns Wesley bought ended up rising too quickly, so he thought it was best to make them before we turned in. But all the butter and sugar that he used to make them extra yummy ended up leaking onto the oven floor, causing our oven to smoke like a crazy biatch. We opened all the windows and doors and tried frantically to air out the house. Man ... that really sucked! But Wesley redeemed himself later that morning. I had breakfast and mimosa's in bed, followed by homemade cards from the boys, a beautiful lunch that turned into dinner, and overall, a carefree day of lazing around the house while Wes looked after the boys. It was perfect! My first Mothers Day ..... I could get used to this! ;)

Rebel Yell

The boys can now pull themselves to standing and they love doing it in their crib. Oy veh! This has changed our bedtime routine drastically. Their newfound freedom means that they spend time laughing and jumping in their cribs, rather than winding down for bed. Tonight, Jackson would not listen to me. I kept putting him down and he'd quickly grab onto the rails and pull himself back up to standing. And then he'd laugh at me. Yup ... my life!


Go to bed!