It’s that time of the year again: the last IBOT for 2015. The post where there are nibbles and champagne and we gather together to read each other’s posts for one last time this year. (Disclaimer: the champagne and nibbles only exist if you have them in your home. I’m personally settling for a cup of tea and cooking chocolate.)
The other week, my littlest girl and I were fortunate enough to rescue a baby bird from our cat. Ava discovered it only moments after Tiger had, and when we found it, it was lying on its back blinking up at us in shock. To cut a long story short, we took it inside, nurtured it, retrieved it from under the fridge (don’t ask), and then witnessed the beautiful reunion it had with its mama. It was the sort of stuff Christmas movies are made of, and I briefly considered turning it into a Christmas post –something along the lines of ‘A Starling In a Bush Tree’ — but then decided against it. There was something about that tiny bird on its back looking confused that reminded me of my year, and so here I am, with the 2015 recap post.
I didn’t choose a word for this year as many other bloggers did. (If I had, Stretch would have been apt), but I did consider what animal, font and muppet would define my year. It was all very random, and in fact, that word would probably have summed up 2015 quite well. January saw me embracing my dramatic side and dragging the kids along with me. That dramatic flair would resurface several times throughout the year. (In hindsight it was pretty much always dramatic over here, but some performances were less rehearsed than others. 🙂 )
It would be remiss of me not to acknowledge my tiniest person starting kindy, in what was the beginning of the end of an era.
February was filled with all manner of important posts. There was the one where I compared book writing to marriage (a rather apt comparison if I do say so myself), decided that pointing out having hands was enough of an introduction, and celebrated a year of not dying my hair. (Also moving interstate but the hair was much more important.) I wrote a letter to the ABC that was popular enough for Boatman to declare it a viral success, although it wasn’t even close to being so.
March was the month I picked up my food blogging badge in the form of a Tefal Cuisine Companion. It made me half a domestic goddess but later in the month I was still bemoaning my lack of cleanliness.
March also saw a holiday, and Boatman’s attempt to use toast to justify a move to the Gold Coast, the reading of old books once forgotten, and easily my favourite post of the month: the girl in the chair with the unkempt hair.
This was the month I decided to blog every day for two weeks, and then gave up after a week. Or at least decided that I had said what I needed to say, as opposed to the other days when I lamented over the progression of the English language. There were also more serious posts too. The one where I said Thanks, and talked about the need for pancakes and mercy. Mostly mercy.
In May, I questioned my ability to be a mother based on Mothers Day catalogues, and then proceeded to question it further by reliving my childhood. I reminisced about rocking out to Aerosmith, and playing in a garden with my friend, and then there was the story about the squirrels, the bandicoots and the wise old badger. Which arguably proved my grown-upness more than anything.
I also wrote that all important letter to Shonda to let her know my feelings about McDreamy and Greys Anatomy. She still hasn’t got back to me.
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June was all about Dance Camp! (Also worth mentioning was a feature piece on a stuffed bear and the Mystery of Fisherman’s Paradise). Dance camp though was the epitome of the challenges that characterised the first half of the year, and unknowingly, welcomed in the theme for the second half.
Anyone popping by in July (hey that rhymes) would be forgiven for thinking I like writing. They would be write (see what I did there 😉 ). The evidence was in the rewriting post, The Girl who liked to Write post, and one I had forgotten about ‘Not Seventeen.’ There was also that one adventure I was nearly forbidden to blog about, but thankfully Boatman is the considerate sort. 🙂
Of course, all that writing talk meant that early in August I was ready to give it up altogether. Thankfully the inspiration fairy visited, but not until after Boatman and I proved we have no idea how to party. The end of the month saw me confessing how I was turning into my dad. A post that is rather bittersweet in retrospect.
October ended at Gate 25, which made everything else seem to matter a whole lot less.
November saw the dance concert that had required those trees, force me back to reality. Somehow, the dancing helped.
Which brings us to December.
It’s only four posts in, and that’s mostly where it will end. With me conquering a recliner, and rejoicing in the fact, that like that tiny bird miss Ava found last week, I survived to see the view. Unblogged, but also worth mentioning, my second daughter was named the Junior School Captain for 2016 last week, giving us a really great win when we needed one.
It’s been a year full of challenges: TAFE assignments and children’s behaviour featuring highly in that category. A year full of so many words that had meaning, and so many that didn’t. A year of being stretched, pushing further, trying harder, and occasionally collapsing in a heap. A year full of dancing and music and looking past what was right in front of me to the joy that is yet to come. A year that stretched me, grew me and blessed me all at once.
A year that hopefully will end peacefully and happily, with some book editing and cuddles with my favourite people.
Thanks for playing along with IBOT this year. Thanks for all the beautiful comments, wonderful support and virtual hugs.
Thanks for everything.
Wishing you all a Blessed Christmas and a wonderful New Year, from all of us here at #teamIBOT.
See you on January 5th!