Sunday, 5 June 2011
Sunday, 15 May 2011
Monday, 9 May 2011
Off your trolley!!
In part of my dream last night I was holding a baby in one hand and scratching around my handbag with the other trying to find a pound coin. Struggling was an understatement, balancing the baby over one knee and trying not to drop pantyliners, sweet wrappers and baby bottles out my bag and on show! Then when I woke up I realised, it was a memory rather than a dream!...
As any mum will know, venturing out with a tiny one requires military planning. If you get as far as parking at a retail outlet you can pretty much conquer the world. If you're in a car park (and have remembered to take baby with you!) it means you've somehow managed to dress yourself, have some sort of wash, found a hair bobble to tie your greasy hair back, packed your bag with wipes, nappies, a bottle and of course... a spare dummy! AND watched the baby, ensuring he/she hasn't fell down the stairs while you were brushing your teeth, and miraculously got the baby ready to venture out!
So at the point of parking the car... IF you have also remembered your bank card you're laughing! You can actually shop and complete the transaction without looking like a mushy-brained new mum at the checkout. (Surely?)
So my question is!!!!..... Who's bright idea was it to have trolleys lined up outside 'MOTHERCARE' that require a pound coin to unlock and use them!? INSTANT FAIL AND HOME WE GO! A pound???? I was lucky if I remembered my bra and pants never mind a pound coin!!! So here's where the memory came from. Sweating outside Mothercare, holding a car seat and what might as well be a suitcase full of essentials, while next bottle feed is fast approaching and realising that I probably don't have 5p in my bag never mind a pound. It took us 4.5 hours to get this far. Hormones going mad, tears imminent from George AND me! MotherCARE??? Mother Fu&£er more like!
No pound coin and no cash machine on the retail outlet. Home we go, sweaty, teary and feeling like a failure.
Now I have to say, apart from this trolley issue, which i'm not sure they still have, I do love Mothercare. Product range is fab, nursery stuff gorgeous and everything reasonably priced. So why oh why did they ever decide to use trolleys that require a quid to unlock them?
Dearest Mothercare, if you still have these trolleys PLEASE sort it out! Much love xx
As any mum will know, venturing out with a tiny one requires military planning. If you get as far as parking at a retail outlet you can pretty much conquer the world. If you're in a car park (and have remembered to take baby with you!) it means you've somehow managed to dress yourself, have some sort of wash, found a hair bobble to tie your greasy hair back, packed your bag with wipes, nappies, a bottle and of course... a spare dummy! AND watched the baby, ensuring he/she hasn't fell down the stairs while you were brushing your teeth, and miraculously got the baby ready to venture out!
So at the point of parking the car... IF you have also remembered your bank card you're laughing! You can actually shop and complete the transaction without looking like a mushy-brained new mum at the checkout. (Surely?)
So my question is!!!!..... Who's bright idea was it to have trolleys lined up outside 'MOTHERCARE' that require a pound coin to unlock and use them!? INSTANT FAIL AND HOME WE GO! A pound???? I was lucky if I remembered my bra and pants never mind a pound coin!!! So here's where the memory came from. Sweating outside Mothercare, holding a car seat and what might as well be a suitcase full of essentials, while next bottle feed is fast approaching and realising that I probably don't have 5p in my bag never mind a pound. It took us 4.5 hours to get this far. Hormones going mad, tears imminent from George AND me! MotherCARE??? Mother Fu&£er more like!
No pound coin and no cash machine on the retail outlet. Home we go, sweaty, teary and feeling like a failure.
Now I have to say, apart from this trolley issue, which i'm not sure they still have, I do love Mothercare. Product range is fab, nursery stuff gorgeous and everything reasonably priced. So why oh why did they ever decide to use trolleys that require a quid to unlock them?
Dearest Mothercare, if you still have these trolleys PLEASE sort it out! Much love xx
Saturday, 7 May 2011
'A slug and a bug'
Omg, a 3yr olds vocabulary and thought process is amazing! Even when they're not quite sure what the right words are, they give it a bloody good go!
Thursday night I was asked if I could pause 'Stenders' because George 'had to have a talk to me about an apologise' Then he proceeded to apologise for being noisy while 'Stenders' was on! 'and that's my apologise mummy'.
Later when I asked if he was comfy in bed he said 'yes, I'm a slug and a bug!' aww nearly right baby.
Last night we were looking out the window and the 3 second silence told me he was about to make a statement. Sure enough!...
'The moon and the sun take it in turns to light us up!'
Who needs Patrick Moore!?
He's just told me he doesn't like the 'long apple' he's almost finished! That'll be a pear then George.
Precious days x
Thursday night I was asked if I could pause 'Stenders' because George 'had to have a talk to me about an apologise' Then he proceeded to apologise for being noisy while 'Stenders' was on! 'and that's my apologise mummy'.
Later when I asked if he was comfy in bed he said 'yes, I'm a slug and a bug!' aww nearly right baby.
Last night we were looking out the window and the 3 second silence told me he was about to make a statement. Sure enough!...
'The moon and the sun take it in turns to light us up!'
Who needs Patrick Moore!?
He's just told me he doesn't like the 'long apple' he's almost finished! That'll be a pear then George.
Precious days x
Sunday, 24 April 2011
The Easter Bunny rocks!! (Day 3)
George stayed at Granny and Grandad's last night so me and Carl could have some proper chill out time, a lie in and get packed without George wanting an egg hunt at 5am. We dropped him off at 5pm last night and immediately cracked open the good stuff! Drunken sillyness soon followed...
So the plan was, watch a film and have a takeaway. Takeaway arrived at 8pm and I was just about to start the film. (Good times!) At this point (before the prawn toast has touched my lips) Carl was upstairs with his head down the loo. "I've been sick babe, i'm going to bed" 8pm!!? HAHAA you girl.
So as planned I pressed play, watched the film and scoffed until my belly button was in danger of opening.
Seems we both had a good night, despite the film being total shite and thankfully this morning Lord Puke was feeling ok.
10.30am... Just about to pick up George so we quickly hid the eggs and treats around the garden. Got to my mums and found George jumping up and down in excitement asking if 'He'd' been. Who George? THE EASTER BUNNY!! Apparently he'd been asking to come home since 9am because he was so excited. His little face in the car on the way home was priceless. As I drove past the house to turn the car around he caught a glimpse of some shiny foil. "HE HAS!... HE'S BEEN!!" I honestly had a tear in my eye.
The hunt was brilliant. The innocence of a 3yr old has to be one of the most magical things in the whole world. So thank you Easter Bunny, you've really made my day.
So as planned I pressed play, watched the film and scoffed until my belly button was in danger of opening.
Seems we both had a good night, despite the film being total shite and thankfully this morning Lord Puke was feeling ok.
10.30am... Just about to pick up George so we quickly hid the eggs and treats around the garden. Got to my mums and found George jumping up and down in excitement asking if 'He'd' been. Who George? THE EASTER BUNNY!! Apparently he'd been asking to come home since 9am because he was so excited. His little face in the car on the way home was priceless. As I drove past the house to turn the car around he caught a glimpse of some shiny foil. "HE HAS!... HE'S BEEN!!" I honestly had a tear in my eye.
The hunt was brilliant. The innocence of a 3yr old has to be one of the most magical things in the whole world. So thank you Easter Bunny, you've really made my day.
Happy Easter xx
11 Days!!.... SHABBA!!!!
So, last day at work for me and hubby last Thursday, and last day at nursery for George. We have a whole 11 days together and we've booked 5 days camping too. I'm thinking... woofu$k!nghoooooyippeeee!!! Work is so busy these days that breaks like this are as much desired as a Solero after the London Marathon.
So will me and Carl go 11 days without falling out!? HA! Will we eck, we are human. The trick is to call him a dickhead (naturally) and quickly get over it. So!... Bring on the holidaaaaays! x
So will me and Carl go 11 days without falling out!? HA! Will we eck, we are human. The trick is to call him a dickhead (naturally) and quickly get over it. So!... Bring on the holidaaaaays! x
Tuesday, 19 April 2011
Sunday, 17 April 2011
Saturday, 16 April 2011
Friday, 15 April 2011
Slumming it...
So like a prat I told G we'd have a fun sleepover tomorrow night with Daddy being at Wembley all day. Pizza picnic and choccy in bed. Only he got so excited that he wanted me to sleep in his room tonight! Again like a prat I agreed and when he asked if I'd be in his room when he woke up I said "yes baby I promise!"
Carl read him some books earlier and he nodded off, phew!... No need for me to sleep in his room. No uncomfortable airbed, just a lovely big bed and some goood sleep. Er no!!... I feel so bloody guilty about promising I'd be there when he woke up that I've just got out of bed and set the airbed up in his room! If 3 year olds didn't remember every flipping word we tell them I wouldn't have to. Stretch out Carlos, the beds all yours. Note to self: Don't promise anything!!
Goodnight x
Carl read him some books earlier and he nodded off, phew!... No need for me to sleep in his room. No uncomfortable airbed, just a lovely big bed and some goood sleep. Er no!!... I feel so bloody guilty about promising I'd be there when he woke up that I've just got out of bed and set the airbed up in his room! If 3 year olds didn't remember every flipping word we tell them I wouldn't have to. Stretch out Carlos, the beds all yours. Note to self: Don't promise anything!!
Goodnight x
Thursday, 14 April 2011
Snot
How does a nose become so firmly blocked that you can't blow it??? Don't think I'm gonna try again or my eyes will fly across the room.
And THAT is why I'm not writing my diary at present. No my eyes haven't flown across the room! In a couple of years when I'm reading back through this blog I'll love remembering the fun days with G and silly adventures. On the other hand, strepsils, snot and streamy eyes aren't worth remembering.
Right, off to nursery with G on the bike. I apologise now little man in case you get my sneeze in the trailing winds. Oh yeah, your hair looks sweet G, cheers for letting mummy cut it.
Note to self: Eastenders tonight with Ronnie confessing at the end!!!!! DO NOT MISS
Second note to self: Only 10 days til camping!!! Whoop!
And THAT is why I'm not writing my diary at present. No my eyes haven't flown across the room! In a couple of years when I'm reading back through this blog I'll love remembering the fun days with G and silly adventures. On the other hand, strepsils, snot and streamy eyes aren't worth remembering.
Right, off to nursery with G on the bike. I apologise now little man in case you get my sneeze in the trailing winds. Oh yeah, your hair looks sweet G, cheers for letting mummy cut it.
Note to self: Eastenders tonight with Ronnie confessing at the end!!!!! DO NOT MISS
Second note to self: Only 10 days til camping!!! Whoop!
Monday, 4 April 2011
Cheers hubs!!...
I don't need to say too much, the photos speak for themselves. Yes Carl, you rock! Thank you for a wonderful Mummy's weekend. It's official, this dude can cook (and bake)! Love you both always xxxx
Thank you ;o) x
Sunday, 3 April 2011
Saturday, 2 April 2011
Fat bums, skinny tums...
Fat bums, skinny tums, somewhere in the middle mums.
Funny mummies, yummy mummies, sick of losing all his dummies.
Washing done, tidy mum, time for tea and a sticky bun.
Funny mummies, yummy mummies, sick of losing all his dummies.
Washing done, tidy mum, time for tea and a sticky bun.
Tired mare, scruffy hair, wipes in the house but don't know where.
Newborn baby, teenagers crazy, washing pots and stirring gravy.
Newborn baby, teenagers crazy, washing pots and stirring gravy.
Young mums, poopy bums, Mickey Mouse and banging drums.
Some in Heaven, some in Devon, up at five in bed by seven.
Cleaning crumbs, help with sums, here’s to all the precious mums.
Happy Mother's Day x
Some in Heaven, some in Devon, up at five in bed by seven.
Cleaning crumbs, help with sums, here’s to all the precious mums.
Happy Mother's Day x
There's clean, then there's just stoopid!
9am. Still laying in bed with G. He's been up all bloody night coughing so we've had to delay plans to visit family. He's happy enough watching Mickey, just a bit wheezy so he'll have to take it easy today.
So, here's the thing! The new advert for an automatic handwash dispenser really gets on my t!ts. Am I missing something?? Unless I'm mistaken, once you've touched an ordinary soap dispenser...to get soap!.. you're about to.... (you've guessed it)... Wash your hands!!
So whatever 'nasties' have found their way onto your handwash are just about to be plug-holed anyway!
I'm all for getting rid of bugs and washing hands but where does it stop?? Do we need another sink just outside the bathroom to wash off the germs from the door knob? Oh wait!... My iPhone must have germs on it, I must wash my hands at once.
Surely it's just about common sense? Wash your hands after number ones and twos, and before cooking/eating. Oh and don't play catch with a raw chicken!
Sorry boffins you won't convince me on this one.
Right, I'm off to mop the kitchen floor. The mop I used yesterday touched the kitchen bin as I got it out the cupboard.
x
So, here's the thing! The new advert for an automatic handwash dispenser really gets on my t!ts. Am I missing something?? Unless I'm mistaken, once you've touched an ordinary soap dispenser...to get soap!.. you're about to.... (you've guessed it)... Wash your hands!!
So whatever 'nasties' have found their way onto your handwash are just about to be plug-holed anyway!
I'm all for getting rid of bugs and washing hands but where does it stop?? Do we need another sink just outside the bathroom to wash off the germs from the door knob? Oh wait!... My iPhone must have germs on it, I must wash my hands at once.
Surely it's just about common sense? Wash your hands after number ones and twos, and before cooking/eating. Oh and don't play catch with a raw chicken!
Sorry boffins you won't convince me on this one.
Right, I'm off to mop the kitchen floor. The mop I used yesterday touched the kitchen bin as I got it out the cupboard.
x
Friday, 1 April 2011
Reminiscing
Before Precious Parcels and nursery began. Days at home with George. Possibly the most tiring and magical days ever...
Love you always George x
Thursday, 31 March 2011
A serious investigation...
A serious investigation is underway to find out who finished off my hot chocolate! I currently have no clues but apparently it wasn't George!....
Wednesday, 30 March 2011
By the way!... (she's talking buttocks again!)
Just a quick update for those of you following my buttock progress....(you sad sad people!)
I've cycled to nursery and home with G on the back, for 5 days now.
We (my buttocks and I) hit the wall of pain, cycled through it and are ready to take on the world! So I still have 12lb to lose, a muffin-top to tone, parsnip legs to shrink and cellulite to firm but aching buttock muscles are sooo last week! Already looking forward to tomorrows trip!
I've cycled to nursery and home with G on the back, for 5 days now.
We (my buttocks and I) hit the wall of pain, cycled through it and are ready to take on the world! So I still have 12lb to lose, a muffin-top to tone, parsnip legs to shrink and cellulite to firm but aching buttock muscles are sooo last week! Already looking forward to tomorrows trip!
It's all bloomin lovely!
Yesterday, the doorbell rang and I was handed these lovely flowers. Flowers are always ace but totally unexpected ones are just fab! So I went back inside with my new bouquet and my new cheesy grin to read the card.
The note simply said...
I've known Beryl since 2003 when I moved onto her street. We became friends straight away and despite us moving house 2 years ago I still see her every week, only now I have a monster with me pinching her biscuits every time I go. Beryl turned 80 last year and she was mortified to say the least. Why? Because she still thinks she's 18 and hates telling people she's 80. She absolutely cracks me up, always has time for me and often asks me to pick her a MacDonalds up on my way round!
She knows me inside out. So much so that she can tell when I'm pushing myself or got a lot on my mind just from a quick phone call (hence the 'slow down a bit')
Thank you Beryl x
A couple of weeks ago I posted a photo on Facebook of my new Iphone and Blackberry cases (my god, what a geek!) Anyway, they got loads of comments and I couldn't flippin find the link to the shop I bought them from. Fear not fellow geeks!... I've found it. and yes!.. they really are that stunning in real life. The photo is pretty good but when you have them in your hand you just want to snuggle them and tuck them up in bed!! (Seriously, what the hell is wrong with me??)
Gorgeous or what!!
Despite the fact we've overslept every single morning since the clocks went forward because we're mentally still in 'real time' it also means it's lighter at night, which meeeans!... Beer gardens and pub grub, woohoo! So Monday night as soon as Carl walked in, we dragged him out again. (He didn't take much dragging when he heard the words pub and grub) Found a wicked little playground at the back of a country pub for George and sat outside with our coats on like proper English people do at the first hint of a light evening. Wicked grub, G loved the playground (so did Mummy and Daddy!) and will definitely be going again very soon.
Today's diary post is ending here, I'm being shouted (and I quote) "MUMMY, CAN YOU WIPE MY BUM PLEASE. IT SMELLS REALLY SMELLY!!" Lovely, just lovely..... x
Monday, 28 March 2011
Buttock ache update
So it seems it's gonna take more than 2 days of cycling before my arse stops aching on the morning nursery trip. Granted it was a gorgeous way to start the day!.. fresh air, exercise, George shouting "catch daddy up, catch daddy up" (He's driving a two litre car George, you f$cking catch him!!)
But! I'll stick at it. It has to get easier and it HAS to do me some good. If I don't lose any weight it'll certainly make me feel less guilty for pouring myself 2 wine glasses full of Baileys last night, D'oh!
Actually, the diet starts for real today. I enjoyed my weekend drinks with Hubby and seafood bake yesterday but It'd be a shame to keep up with the exercise and eat crap. So that's it for me until Easter.
Buttocks aside (sounds painful), I do really enjoy the cycle to nursery and back. It wakes me up and does wonders for 'ladies cramps' Ahh it's ok, no blokes are gonna read this. Actually I guess I cheated this morning by riding a bike with it being time of the month. I should have rollerskated with George on my back or done a sky dive into the nursery car park. Oh well ;o)
Have a great day x
But! I'll stick at it. It has to get easier and it HAS to do me some good. If I don't lose any weight it'll certainly make me feel less guilty for pouring myself 2 wine glasses full of Baileys last night, D'oh!
Actually, the diet starts for real today. I enjoyed my weekend drinks with Hubby and seafood bake yesterday but It'd be a shame to keep up with the exercise and eat crap. So that's it for me until Easter.
Buttocks aside (sounds painful), I do really enjoy the cycle to nursery and back. It wakes me up and does wonders for 'ladies cramps' Ahh it's ok, no blokes are gonna read this. Actually I guess I cheated this morning by riding a bike with it being time of the month. I should have rollerskated with George on my back or done a sky dive into the nursery car park. Oh well ;o)
Have a great day x
Sunday, 27 March 2011
My Sunday, in pictures...
10.15pm, so in 'real-time' it's 9.15pm ;o) Despite this i'm absolutely knackered and I'm already tucked up with a belly full of Baileys. Bliss.
Had plenty to write, remind myself of, and share but it'll have to wait as my eyes are going. So here's my day visually...
Sweet dreams x
Had plenty to write, remind myself of, and share but it'll have to wait as my eyes are going. So here's my day visually...
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| I know those feet! |
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| and that head! |
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| Tis Spring! |
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| Seafood cooked, now for the sauce |
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| Seafood bakes! My own recipe. Get in! |
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| Err... can I lick the bowl!? |
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| One of G's MANY new words dotted all over the house! |
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| That's how I feel mate! |
Sweet dreams x
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No, the monkfish didn't poison us!... Because I didn't cook it. Opted for a few drinks out and a meal at the local Greek restaurant. Seemed like a good idea to let someone else cook but was a bit disappointed with the grub to be honest. Fortunately the entertainment was good and the Belly Dancer didn't half know how to shake her hips!
So, no monkfish cooked, I had to redeem myself, and I totally have (smug alert!)....
Details, pics and recipe to follow later.
So, no monkfish cooked, I had to redeem myself, and I totally have (smug alert!)....
Details, pics and recipe to follow later.
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