#SilentSunday

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.



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

I bloomin love this weather!!

That is all :)

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Not what I had in mind!

Thanks for the photo Carl. Glad you found this amusing x

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

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!

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

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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.

Tired mare, scruffy hair, wipes in the house but don't know where.


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

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

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