So I was home alone all weekend. The wife was in Melbourne. Jesse was with Nanny and Poppy.
Home alone all weekend… What on earth could I do…
I know… 😉
Embrace the Dad Bod!!!
So I was home alone all weekend. The wife was in Melbourne. Jesse was with Nanny and Poppy.
Home alone all weekend… What on earth could I do…
I know… 😉
Embrace the Dad Bod!!!
Who broke the baby?
Watching Jesse play when he’s in his own little world is so cute and often hilarious.
The other afternoon as I was watching him play he just kept lying down on the floor, taking a lot of care to make sure he didn’t bump is head. Getting up and doing it again. All the while having a little chat to himself.
It was so adorably funny that I just had to grab my phone and record it.
So imagine this… it’s a Tuesday afternoon and I’m sitting at my computer at work, missing Renee and Jesse like crazy. I decide to send Renee a quick text to see how it’s all going.
I get a text back saying everything is great. They had a great time at the shops, especially Jesse. He had such a great time in fact, that he is soundly sleeping.
Not long after that I get this photo through.

O … M … G …
My heart melted and all I wanted to do was leave work, head home and snuggle into him while he slept.
I shoot a text message back through about how cute he looks.
Two minutes later, I get another text from Renee saying “Scrap that, this is him now!”

My first reaction was… WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED?!?!
Then, I kind of felt a little happy that I was at work and didn’t have to deal with his tantrums all afternoon.
Good luck with that babe… I ummm, actually have a lot of work to do, so I better get back to it. HAHAHA…
Oh how quickly things can change when you have kids!
Last weekend Daddy and Jesse headed to the park for a play in the sunshine.
His favourite is the swing followed closely by the slide.
We are very lucky to have a little park just a few minutes away as Jesse loves being outdoors. It’s especially fun now that he walks confidently by himself.
He is becoming a real little dude lately. Cheeky, playful and ‘grown up’.
Back in March of this year, we had the absolute pleasure to host a guest blogger right here on NSSLOU. That guest blogger was Sam Goodwin.
Sam told us her inspirational story of the birth of, and the first 6 months with, premature twins. You can read Sam’s blog post, ‘6 months in, 6 months out’ here.
Well, just in case you haven’t figured it out, this month her twins turn the big ONE! And we are delighted to have Sam back on our blog today, giving us an update on how things have been since her last guest blog, and what life is like now with one year old twins.
So again, please show Sam some love for the bravery to share her story publicly, and maybe we might be able to have more guest bloggers here on NSSLOU in the future.
You can find Sam on Facebook here and on Instagram here.
Today my 24 weekers turn one!
This whole year has been a roller coaster ride that’s for sure.
After 104 days in hospital, we finally made it home. But we still had many issues we had to address in order to stay home.
Feeding issues and weight gain were our main struggles at first. Kalani and Keanu were tube fed breast milk in hospital until later in our stay where they were transitioned to bottle feeds. And let me tell you, it was no walk in the park!
Despite trying everything it was almost impossible to wake them for feeds. Plus, with Kalani having major jaundice, it was even harder to feed him.
It took us at least 1.5 months to actually feed properly! I thought for sure they had upper lip ties, reflux, colic…something that would explain it. But after many, many doctor visits they all said the same thing, “YOUR BABIES ARE FINE!”
Of course that didn’t sit well with me because I knew something was wrong. It’s just a motherly instinct. You never overlook it!
Though it wasn’t diagnosed my gut feeling was that my babies had colic, so I did get off the shelf medicines appropriate for their age to see if it made a difference. It was touch and go as I found these medicines did and didn’t work.
I spent hundreds of dollars trying different formulas and different types of milk only to find that nothing worked and reverted back to our original formula.
Soooooo, now we come to their sleeping habits… You know those mamas that have a baby who sleeps through from 6 weeks? Yeah, not my sons! We’ve had a heck of a ride when it came to our sleep… Oh let me just tell you!
We had an in home sleep consultant come out to our house and write up a plan that suited our family and lifestyle when they were 4 months corrected age. It worked for probably… hmm… 4 days!
I was so disappointed because I had such high hopes and I was extremely sleep deprived. I still am! So I really hoped we had a solution. I didn’t want to give up because let’s be real… A well rested mama is a great, great, great, great mama! And I wanted to be that mama!
So we tried desperately to get into sleep school at the Ellen Barron Family Centre. And then we finally got accepted when the boys were 6 months old.
Unfortunately, even that didn’t work for us.
The nurses at Ellen Barron called Keanu ‘El Toro the Bull’. He was absolutely horrid. OH BELIEVE ME, I KNOW! Still to this day he is an absolute bugger to put to sleep.
I spent countless hours patting, rocking, shooshing, rocking in the pram, driving around and around and cuddling my babies trying to get them to sleep. COUNTLESS hours! I’m blessed with the amount of hair I still have on my head as a result.
I had also tried…
Darkening their room, introducing soft music, swaddles, sleeping bags, co-sleeping, offering more milk, offering more food, adjusting their sleep times, adjusting their awake times, reading sleep books… Everything you can name, I did!
In the end, I just threw my hands up and said whatever, I’ll just deal with it. So hello, from a proud, tired, sleepless mama of twin boys who are terrible, terrible sleepers. Anyone else? Wanna join my club! There’s coffee! Lot’s of coffee!
So onto the health side of things…
As you know, Kalani and Keanu were born 24+5 weeks gestation. Because of this, we have had continuous check ups at Lady Cilento Children’s Hospital for both boys with the surgeon who performed their bowel surgeries.
They had noticed both boys testicles were too high and if by 12 months they haven’t dropped they would need further surgery.
Thankfully Keanu’s did drop into place, but Kalani isn’t as lucky as his little brother and we will be going back for surgery within the next 90 days.
HOPEFULLY… That will be the end of all the surgeries for my little guys. Because with this new surgery, that will make it number four for Kalani. It’s no biggy though! We’ve had worse! I just hope it works the first time. Hospitals make me uneasy and I don’t like being there any longer than I have to.
Babies get sick. And when your baby is sick everyone is sick, tired and miserable. Because the boys were so premature, they are prone to get everything and anything. Every week they’ve had a cold or the flu! High temps, ear infections. You name it. NO EXAGGERATION.
We had the worst of the worst a few months ago where Kalani came down with Norovirus and Salmonella food poisoning. Both… At the same time! It was such a horrible and exhausting 5 days in hospital. My little man couldn’t catch a break. And the worst part for me about that hospital stay was trying to tear myself into two again between my twins, with one in hospital and one at home.
BUT… With all the bad aside, we’ve also had some great times too.
The boys have developed their own unique personalities. Kalani is a soft, sensitive, curious cuddle bug, who roars and growls like a tiger. HE IS SUCH A MUMMIES BOY.
Keanu is a loud, outgoing dare devil with a twinkle in his eye who demands all the attention in the world. Just ask all the grandmas at Woolworths!
They are slowly but surely reaching their milestones too, with a little help from physiotherapy.
Keanu is now sitting to crawling, trying to pull himself onto furniture, saying dada and mama and can twinkle his fingers to twinkle, twinkle little star. And Kalani can too! (It’s their favourite song).
Kalani is sitting and commando crawling and saying dada. We find Kalani is about 2 weeks behind Keanu but we don’t mind because he’s still our little baby and he will catch up at his own pace.
Both boys love their food. They also LOVE painting, LOVE water play and absolutely LOVE other children and being out and about being social butterflies. But I guess you have to be social if you’re a twin right?
Everywhere we go people stop me 100 times. Twins are fascinating, I get it! But OMG, could you imagine having quadruplets?
– Are they twins?
– Are they identical?
– Are they both boys?
– Were they premature?
– Were they naturally conceived?
– Will you have anymore?
Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, NO! (Joking)
– You must have your hands full?
– Double trouble!
– Twice the love!
– You are so blessed!
I have heard it all!
I say this however, being a first time mum has really tested me. I suffered severe PND (post natal depression) for the first 6 months of motherhood, that I have now managed to overcome.
I would cry at the drop of a hat and it was very tough on me to try and be the best mother to two little humans who had feeding, sleeping and medical issues. As well as dealing with whatever life wanted to throw at me too. Thankfully I had my mum, my sisters and my best friend to keep me grounded through my most darkest days, and give a helping hand.
I now really enjoy being a first time mama to twins. But sometimes, I wonder what it would be like to have a singleton for a day or two! I’ve adjusted quite well and I am more confident within myself and my babies, even if they don’t sleep and have no routine whatsoever. We just go with the flow.
People now ask me how I do it. I don’t know if I can answer that. I just do.
And because of this, it now just comes naturally.
Happy first birthday, Kalani and Keanu.

Thanks Sam. We wish the boys a wonderful first birthday. And well done Mama, you made it!
*If you or someone you know is suffering from Post Natal Depression you can get information and help at www.panda.org.au
I absolutely love photography. I love looking at photography. I love reading about photography. And I love participating in photography. And despite the fact that I have never had any formal training in photography, I think some of the photographs I manage to take, well… are pretty darn good.
So when it comes to what I like to photograph, well, I like to photograph pretty much anything. Nature… Architecture… Portraits… People… I know that professional photographers tend to specialise in one area of photography only, but I’m not a professional. And I do this for fun. So why not!
However, that said I do have one favourite subject that I just absolutely love to photograph. You guessed it… Jesse!
Jesse is by far my favourite subject on earth to photograph. He is just so damn cute… he is forever changing as he grows up day by day… and I just love him to bits.
So when we were home last Sunday and I noticed these beautiful streams of lights coming through the blinds, I went and grabbed our camera just in case a good opportunity came up to take a few photos of Jesse as he played with his blocks.
As I lay on the floor, he spotted that I had the camera and walked straight for me, and stopped right in the streams of light that were filtering through the window. The camera was all set and ready to go, so I started firing of photos as he was standing next to me, inquisitively checking out what I was doing.
And while I was ducking and dodging him trying to grab hold of the camera, I ended up getting this photo of him.
It was completely by accident, and it was a completely spontaneous moment. But it ended with me taking what is now my favourite photo of Jesse that we have got!
It’s also made me realise how much I love portraiture. Maybe this is an area of photography that I need to dive into in a little more detail?

I’m a big fan of food. But cooking, not so much. I don’t enjoy it, I’m generally not very good at it and it’s just not my thing (although I do have an award-winning spaghetti in my repertoire).
But I found myself with some overripe bananas today and decided to ‘whip up’ a banana bread. Normally, I would just pop them in the freezer with the intention that I will (eventually, maybe) make banana bread one day. But, given my freezer is already overflowing with said bananas, I decided to actually do it this time.
A homemade banana bread. Seems easy enough right?
I dig out the dry ingredients from the cupboard. Hmmm… Not sure how old this flour is. It’s not moving so must be fine. It’s gonna be sifted anyway. In it goes.
Crap. Recipe calls for brown sugar and I’ve started measuring out my raw sugar. It’s brown…ish. Google seems to think they can be substituted so I go with it. Okay, going well so far. Time for the wet ingredients.
I create the well as instructed and proceed to pour in the milk, eggs etc. Crap! I missed the bit where I was supposed to mix all the wet ingredients and bananas together before combining with dry ingredients.
Oh well, it all ends up in there together eventually. It will be fine.
Melted butter. Crap! I don’t have butter. Just some sort of margarine imposter spread. I really should read the recipe better! In it goes.
Now all that’s left to do is to hope my dodgy oven doesn’t burn it to smithereens.
Oh dear. Looks like disaster chef strikes again. Normally I would throw it out and hide all evidence of my failed endeavour but it’s just too hilarious not to share.
Surprisingly, it doesn’t taste too bad. Just looks ugly AF.
So now I’m left with really ugly food and a sink full of dirty dishes. And I’m reminded why I don’t cook!
It’s been a while since our last milestones video.
But since our last one we’ve had broken laptops… no access to video editing software… and endless shopping trips trying to get ourselves sorted out again.
So with all that, we totally missed doing Jesse’s 12 month milestone video.
BUT…
It may have worked out for the best. Because instead of doing a 12 month milestone video, we have instead decided to do a 12 – 15 month video. And with that, I think we might continue to do these until he turns the big 2!!!
So what’s been happening with Jesse these past 3 months? Well, check it out and see for yourself. 🙂
So as you would have seen from our ‘Photo Friday’ post two days ago, there is a new addition to the extended Barton family. Little Flynn. My brother and sister-in-law’s second child.
And with that comes new conversations with family members and work colleagues. Well, not new for Renee and I, because its a conversation we’ve been having for a while now. But no one else knows that.
The hot topic of conversation… when Renee and I are planning on having a second baby. It never ends does it!
“When are you getting married?”
“When are you having a baby?”
“When are you having another baby?”
Over the past few days since Flynn’s birth, we’ve been advised on the benefits of having kids close together; we’ve been reminded about our ‘age’ and how the ‘clock’ is ticking (as if we didn’t know); and I’ve been told by someone that she is very keen to be an Aunty again! About as subtle as a gun don’t you think!
But what everyone doesn’t realise, is that we are already all over this.
The conversation about when we should have more kids, and how many kids at that, is a conversation that Renee and I frequently have. As do probably all first time parents. But funnily enough, even though we do talk about it regularly, I feel like we aren’t really any closer to coming to an agreement on both questions. Particularly how many children to have.
I am set on two. We won’t be outnumbered, and wherever you go, family passes are always for two adults and two children. Perfect! But Renee is still trying to talk me into three. She’s pretty adamant she will win this argument too! I think just recently she even said something along the lines of, “Oh we’re having three kids” in that kind of tone where you realise you don’t have any say in the matter.
So back on the topic of when we should have bubba number two! Well, while both Renee and I come from families of three kids, our family dynamics are quite different. Renee, her brother and her sister are all around 5 years apart, whereas me, my brother and my sister are all quite close at around 1-2 years apart.
And look, I really can see the pros and cons at doing it either way. Which timeline is best for us… I still don’t know at this stage. Though we don’t really have age on our side to consider the five years apart option.
Are we ready or a second baby? I don’t know… But is anyone ever truly ready for a second baby? Is there even such a thing as the perfect time?
I still feel like I’m learning to be a parent to Jesse. I still feel like I am yet to truly find my feet as a dad, where I can go out and confidently say, ‘yes, I have got this!’

Though I’m not sure if a parent ever gets to that point.
But then you have the people that go, the second one is easy! The first born is always the hardest. It gets easier with each baby you have. Really? Does it? It seems like it’d just be Jesse x 2… and just Jesse by himself can sometime be a little overwhelming. Maybe its actually a matter of the parent getting more relaxed rather than the subsequent babies getting easier.
So the question is, is it time to jump into the deep end and try for baby number two? Or do we revel in the delight of our only child for a little bit longer?
Guess I better go find Renee so we can start the conversation again…