Okay here goes, my 2016 year in review! Get ready to take a trip down memory lane, see where we are at now, and read about my hopes for 2017.
2016 was not kind to my family. There were some high peaks, and some bloody low pits.
In 2016 I started my blog. My baby. My virtual ‘Dear Diary’. This was a peak. I have attempted to blog many times before but it never clicked like this one did. It was the right time. I have some amazingly kind, caring, and supportive readers, who have reminded me I’m not alone, lifted my spirits, and thanked me for doing the same in return. I feel so lucky to have such wonderful keyboard companions.
If you’d like to take a look over my very first post you can click here!
One of my hardest postnatal depression days is all out on show here – enjoy remembering my my dark days, ha!
And one I giggled at while writing it, was this post!
When I wrote my first post the boys were 3, 1.5, and 6 weeks old. Now they are 4, 2, and 1 year old! Time flies!
Let’s do a son-by-son snapshot.
Biggest little (Marky): This year Marky turned four and he learnt to write his name. He came out of his shell a tiny bit (but not a lot, he’s still very shy). He started Childcare and grew to enjoy it. He had surgery and aced the recovery. He is gentle, and loving, and infuriating. I love him.
Middlelittle (Toby): He turned, and fully embraced two. He gave up the dummy, he became obsessed with Paw Patrol, his brothers, and milk. He is the most angelic-looking, cheeky little terror and he keeps life interesting. I love him.
Smallest little (Daniel): This year he turned the big ONE! I’m in disbelief about this one honesty. He still seems like a baby. He learnt so much this year of course so I cannot name it all, but he is a chilled, laid back, happy-go-lucky guy who never stops dancing. Music runs through his veins, I can’t wait to see him grow. I love him.
Now me. I have battled against Postnatal Depression, in fact I still fight the beast. I’m getting stronger every day and I’ll be able to give it the K.O soon enough. The biggest change for me is…well, look.
Getting the sleeve was one of the best decisions I’ve made. I am discovering so many new amazing things that I’ve never been able to enjoy. I am loving the change in relationship with my sister (who shares my addiction to activewear – Lorna Jane 😍 one day we will get you!)
I started University this year. I spent a whole year – start to finish – without being pregnant (actually an achievement for me!)
I don’t want to focus on the pits. There is no point in that. Let’s now focus on my hopes for 2017.
In 2017 I will regain financial control. We lookout debt, you’re going down!
In 2017 I will continue learning. I will crush my assessments and enjoy myself on the way.
In 2017 I will continue on my health journey, getting rid of more weight and becoming slimmer, more fit, and healthier.
In 2017 I will clear my mind, and my house, of clutter.
In 2017 I will continue to write my blog and share my life with you all. I will continue to be honest, and open. I hope to help as many of you as I can, even if it’s just through reminding you that you’re not alone.
I want to thank you all for being there for me. For supporting me through my crazy times. For ‘holding my hand’ through my dark times. For laughing with me, crying with me, and growing with me.
I have to thank my family – by blood and by marriage, they are both so important to me. You have been so understanding and supportive through this blogging journey. And thanks for not bringing up my awkward moments in person!
Most of all, my husband. Khye, I love you. I love that you are such an incredible father. I love that you let me run to the bed for some quiet time-out when you get home. I love that you make me scrambled eggs at 11pm. I love that you don’t care if I spend the day out window shopping with my sister. I love that you change nappies and give bottles. I love that you love me, I don’t deserve your love. But I’m so grateful that I have it.
Thank you, for being you.
2016 is about to be over and 2017 is on its way.
And we are going to crush it.