I feel a little like we've been hit by a life tsunami recently and that I am bobbing just above the water somwhere removed from where I should be. Busy times.
In world news our new prince has been safely delivered...weighing in at a 'whopping' 8lbs 6. Now fair size as that is I recon number 3 is at least that by now and somehow I've got to get to October. Still, at least noone has stopped me in the street to offer to demonstrate perineal massage as happened to a friend of mine this week- There are some mighty queer folk about! Back to the baby...George...predictable but it was unlikley (although enjoyable) to have been Tony. I pity anyone who gave birth on that day and had wanted to call their baby George by chance- a very respectable name but you would have to spend the whole childs life claiming you hadn't just copied the HRHs!
Closer to home Mol decided this morning she would wear pants. I was not prepared for this but will go with the flow and there were some of Laurie's old ones in a box. She went on an adventure to Tescos ( and why not) to buy some new ones , which went rather well meaning she was intent on wearing as many pairs as possible at once. All very well, if reminiscent of a 90's friends episode...until she has an accident and thats 5 pairs out of action at once. We're in for a long week!
I took Laurie to buy his new school sweater-which he has worn ever since. It's slightly heartbreaking seeing as he's still 3 and far too wee to start big school. Hopefully he'll enjoy it but I'm bracing myself for a breakdown at some point. He's also somwhere got hold of the concept of 'dead'. Which is something I wans't prepared for. I'm currently taking a very religious take or simply trying to distract him with news of passing tractors until I can think of a more comprehensive, ae appropariate response.
No 3 is behaving but growing a bit too much and has a fondness for my kicking my lungs and trying to escape 'Alien' style out of my belly button. Surley anything this hyperactive must be a boy? And I was growing so fond of my unbroken nights too......
Saturday, 27 July 2013
Friday, 26 July 2013
'Easy Chocolate Cake:
And it was- plus far to nice to waste on a toddler-the icing is basically a slab of chocolate and a tub of cream....can't go wrong there!
Saturday, 20 July 2013
Ther was an old woman who swallowed a horse..
One year, when helping out at a precocious american kids camp, there was a rather tubby girl with bright ginger curly hair who was , (cruelly, and in private if it makes it any better, I know but we were young and overtired) reffered to as 'the girl who ate Annie'. Such cruelty has come to bite me on my now oversized rear end and I now look the the old woman in the rhyme who has scoffed all the farmyard animals. Having had to make a number of trips for work recently, hearing folks visably gasp exclaiming 'what you're due in october...really' and 'the ever funny one 'are you sure its not twins' is wearing rather thin. I am aware I am the size of a house and that my bump eneter the room a bit before me...I am enormous.
On a recent trip to the midwife, she started discussing 10lb babies- now this is never good to hear when one is only 28 weeks pregnant. The sympathetic phrase , coupled with a gentle pat or a friendly shrug ' well it is number 3' is not helping either. Obstretion sister in law recons there may be alot of water in there as she can't locate his/her head. Either way it may be a rough ride ahead as with the no sleeping, the surprisingly hot heat wave and achey hips much of what's swimming in my head is '12 more freekin' weeks'...dear lord! Eyes on the prize....and onwards.
On a recent trip to the midwife, she started discussing 10lb babies- now this is never good to hear when one is only 28 weeks pregnant. The sympathetic phrase , coupled with a gentle pat or a friendly shrug ' well it is number 3' is not helping either. Obstretion sister in law recons there may be alot of water in there as she can't locate his/her head. Either way it may be a rough ride ahead as with the no sleeping, the surprisingly hot heat wave and achey hips much of what's swimming in my head is '12 more freekin' weeks'...dear lord! Eyes on the prize....and onwards.
Monday, 8 July 2013
Running on Empty
It had to happen, our luck ran out. After a fantastic but busy weekend came a week of sickness which hit Mr A, two kids and the car. One washathon a little sleep,a lot of detol and a large hole in the wallet later....I'm feeling a little sorry for myself.
It all started on Tuesday, when I was in work despite it not being my scheduled day...I should have known...and after a sleepless night of sweatty puking boy (poor lamb). Mr A had mentioned the clutch was sounding 'a bit clunky', so when I pulled out and something went 'clunk' I was alarmed but not too disheartened. I was cheered much by the reduction in noise after a minute or so and went off with confidence. On arriving at the motorway bridge and just passing the no more hard shoulder bit, the car gives a death shreik and starts shaking. f***. I took the mature womanly response of bursting into tears and grabbing the nearest bloke to help. It turns out being the size of a whale and moving with the speed and agility of an obese walrus whilst weeping uncontrollably is an effective, if not terribly attractive,way of getting assistance fast. One tow across the bridge and an AA ride later, a coffee served by an exstudent...blimmin typical...... and I get to work OK...to find out it was never the clutch and the gear box is dead costing near 2K. We are currently looking into a new model (thanks to a loan and many weeks eating beans) which will hopefully prove less of a money pit and decididly less deadly.
On the plus side, our peas are ready, baby no 3 seems very active and andy murray won wimbledon which probably sapped all the good luck and Karma from everyone in the uk this week....with all that over I'm hoping it will be returned by tomorrow...please
It all started on Tuesday, when I was in work despite it not being my scheduled day...I should have known...and after a sleepless night of sweatty puking boy (poor lamb). Mr A had mentioned the clutch was sounding 'a bit clunky', so when I pulled out and something went 'clunk' I was alarmed but not too disheartened. I was cheered much by the reduction in noise after a minute or so and went off with confidence. On arriving at the motorway bridge and just passing the no more hard shoulder bit, the car gives a death shreik and starts shaking. f***. I took the mature womanly response of bursting into tears and grabbing the nearest bloke to help. It turns out being the size of a whale and moving with the speed and agility of an obese walrus whilst weeping uncontrollably is an effective, if not terribly attractive,way of getting assistance fast. One tow across the bridge and an AA ride later, a coffee served by an exstudent...blimmin typical...... and I get to work OK...to find out it was never the clutch and the gear box is dead costing near 2K. We are currently looking into a new model (thanks to a loan and many weeks eating beans) which will hopefully prove less of a money pit and decididly less deadly.
On the plus side, our peas are ready, baby no 3 seems very active and andy murray won wimbledon which probably sapped all the good luck and Karma from everyone in the uk this week....with all that over I'm hoping it will be returned by tomorrow...please
Sunday, 30 June 2013
Toddlergeddon
We are safely out the other side of a wild weekend of parties and cake and wand making and treasure hunts and watersliding and many other summer country persuits. I am shattered, entirely.
Mol's birthday was a cracker, she's been very spoilt with lots of lovely things bought, and made for her. Her Poppa made her the most beautiful little shirt with buttons and pin tucks and it really is the loveliest thing. Its the first bit of sewing he's ever done and he claims it's just like reading engineering plans- (he's a retired aircraft engineer). I'm not sure my daughter has that much in common with the airbus 320, rather noisy sure, but definalty smaller and less graceful in the air. Anyway, very much impressed.
It's been glorious sunshine all weekend, so fortunatly, as the whole world and their kids were invited, we spent most of it in the garden. For Mol, she spent most of it naked...which I guess is very appropriate attire to spend your birthday in! I spent quite a lot of time in the kitchen and would definalty look into a planned party somewhere as Laurie gets older...yes it's lovely to have it here but it ain't half a massive amount of work to do. Bless our cousins who were staying and got roped into making signs, putting up tents, blowing up balloons...and making seemingly endless sandwaiches. (once the kid toll got over 20, I gave up counting and just made all the food in the world.-we may be eating cake for a week!)
And so to bed-I'll have to post some recipies especially Mol's official cake one which was dead easy but far to dirty to spoil on a toddler!
Mol's birthday was a cracker, she's been very spoilt with lots of lovely things bought, and made for her. Her Poppa made her the most beautiful little shirt with buttons and pin tucks and it really is the loveliest thing. Its the first bit of sewing he's ever done and he claims it's just like reading engineering plans- (he's a retired aircraft engineer). I'm not sure my daughter has that much in common with the airbus 320, rather noisy sure, but definalty smaller and less graceful in the air. Anyway, very much impressed.
It's been glorious sunshine all weekend, so fortunatly, as the whole world and their kids were invited, we spent most of it in the garden. For Mol, she spent most of it naked...which I guess is very appropriate attire to spend your birthday in! I spent quite a lot of time in the kitchen and would definalty look into a planned party somewhere as Laurie gets older...yes it's lovely to have it here but it ain't half a massive amount of work to do. Bless our cousins who were staying and got roped into making signs, putting up tents, blowing up balloons...and making seemingly endless sandwaiches. (once the kid toll got over 20, I gave up counting and just made all the food in the world.-we may be eating cake for a week!)
And so to bed-I'll have to post some recipies especially Mol's official cake one which was dead easy but far to dirty to spoil on a toddler!
Monday, 24 June 2013
Be Prepared
Although I used to be a Brownie, a (rather rebellious) Girl Guide and infact a Ranger Scout, somehow the group motto never really made an impact. Previously, I have gone thru life woefully unprepared for the many pitfalls and challenges it has provided, usually with just enough quick wit and confidence to bluster my way along. In school for example, an RE exam could usually be passed with a bit of confident waffle and never being someone lost for words, a bit of chat came naturally. It appears that Mumming and general 'Grownupping' has thrown a spanner in the works. Suddenly people rely on you, even look up to you and it is difficult to reveal that it is all a charade. Still I'm sure the teenage years will reveal that in good time.
This morning, for example, sees me baking cakes for a toddler charity event at 6.30 am due to a migrane and lack of planning preventing it being done prior to this. This is all well as I woke up naturally, horrifically early. Not totally awake it transpires, as I have done delia's 'birthday cake' but mistaken some of the quantities (it may be a touch on the vanillery side) and cracked the eggs into a dirty bowl forgetting which bit (of egg and shell) was supposed to go where. Still, false start and they're in now and we will see if they (the mums) survive.
This week is a week of preperation, which for the novice preparer, is a challenge. Mol will be 2 on Saturday, where has the time gone. (It is a lie if anyone tells you you forget the birth as I can still remember every minute including shouting at the midwife 'I'm not sneezing, someone said the second was like a sneeze' and 'it's f******ing summer', to her comment at lunch that the baby should arrive before it got dark....It must be a joy to be a midwife). I am busy with food lists and events arranging for the 2 day extravaganza which will be her celebrations. We have family arriving for birthday cake followed by a big party on Sunday (to which I invited all our friends with kids, presuming some of them would say no......no). My lack of ability in the area of 'being prepared' means I have planned activities between now and then which clearly do not fit into the space provided and am hoping we are deluged by by helpful aunts and uncles wanting to bake,wrap pass the parcle and assst on the 'wand making' activity. In addition the party may look like a sufferagette rally due to my ,mistakingly thinking the fern,purple and white felt I had picked up for bunting would be appropriate.
This morning, for example, sees me baking cakes for a toddler charity event at 6.30 am due to a migrane and lack of planning preventing it being done prior to this. This is all well as I woke up naturally, horrifically early. Not totally awake it transpires, as I have done delia's 'birthday cake' but mistaken some of the quantities (it may be a touch on the vanillery side) and cracked the eggs into a dirty bowl forgetting which bit (of egg and shell) was supposed to go where. Still, false start and they're in now and we will see if they (the mums) survive.
This week is a week of preperation, which for the novice preparer, is a challenge. Mol will be 2 on Saturday, where has the time gone. (It is a lie if anyone tells you you forget the birth as I can still remember every minute including shouting at the midwife 'I'm not sneezing, someone said the second was like a sneeze' and 'it's f******ing summer', to her comment at lunch that the baby should arrive before it got dark....It must be a joy to be a midwife). I am busy with food lists and events arranging for the 2 day extravaganza which will be her celebrations. We have family arriving for birthday cake followed by a big party on Sunday (to which I invited all our friends with kids, presuming some of them would say no......no). My lack of ability in the area of 'being prepared' means I have planned activities between now and then which clearly do not fit into the space provided and am hoping we are deluged by by helpful aunts and uncles wanting to bake,wrap pass the parcle and assst on the 'wand making' activity. In addition the party may look like a sufferagette rally due to my ,mistakingly thinking the fern,purple and white felt I had picked up for bunting would be appropriate.
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