I don't take pictures where I look sane. Why would I? This is before the ring went in to mah nose. My bow tie ROCKS.
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- Current Music:Epilepsy is Dancing - Antony and the Johnsons.
- Current Location:Front Room.
I am an explorer, making maps across you.
You are my undiscovered continent.
I'll Bring my boats
Unload my conquistodoars
Breach your borders.
Teeny tiny steps across unchartered terrain
leading me places I've never been,
but visited often.
Tis decided then,
We shall have to organise an expedition.
For I've a great love of exploring beautiful places.
You are my undiscovered continent.
I'll Bring my boats
Unload my conquistodoars
Breach your borders.
Teeny tiny steps across unchartered terrain
leading me places I've never been,
but visited often.
Tis decided then,
We shall have to organise an expedition.
For I've a great love of exploring beautiful places.
- Current Mood:
content - Current Location:In front of the idiot box. It's Saturday night!
- Current Music:X-factor.
This picture was taken by my rather talented husband, he really does have a skill! He also doesn't process things particularly, so what you see is how it is. I admire that. This was taken on holiday, the beach near our site is now falling into the sea, it's sad really. In order to slow the inevitable they've built this strange wooden balustrade along the entire length of coast here, but who can really stop nature? When we ran there was a part of the beach that was silent, utterly silent. It was eerie and beautiful in equal measure. To be beside the sea, to feel the cool salty air in your pores yet not hear the reassuring lap, lap, lap of the waves, it was unnatural. I realise I love the sound of the water caressing the rocks. The woosh as it chases up the beach, and the less aggressive recline.
Today, this is how I feel. I have a good support, but I am temporarily collapsed, something bigger has pushed me down and I have fallen. I will be okay, but sometimes when you fall it is important to acknowledge it. I am always fighting, little battles, big battles, and it's tiring. I would not have it any other way, I like pushing, myself, my life, other people, the circumstances.
- Current Location:In bed, still.
- Current Music:Construction, still.
- Current Mood:
sick
- Current Music:Mr. Tumble...
- Current Location:The Kitchen.
- Current Location:I should be elsewhere.
- Current Music:Glee's I feel Pretty / Unpretty.
- Current Mood:
awake
I am going out, going out, going out. I brought red lipstick, red lipstick, red lipstick. I made myself a lobster dress, lobster dress, lobster dress. I may even have a drink a drink a drink.
Tonight, I will have myself a fun time. I am actually excited, in that lush giggly slightly nervous way. My mum and sister are coming.
Pics to follow, maybe.
Tonight, I will have myself a fun time. I am actually excited, in that lush giggly slightly nervous way. My mum and sister are coming.
Pics to follow, maybe.
- Current Mood:
bouncy - Current Location:Feeding Percy
- Current Music:Bedtime stories.
Pickle Paints is having a sale, et-voila:
Please bear in mind that I hand paint everything, so it is a complete one of a kind. I also use good quality high street tops. Everything below is pre-painted BUT I am open to custom work, you tell me what size top you'd like, and what design (have a look at my gallery for ideas but please don't feel limited by what you see) and I paint it for you! Also, I can of course do adult things! I just need a top in the right size :)
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Please bear in mind that I hand paint everything, so it is a complete one of a kind. I also use good quality high street tops. Everything below is pre-painted BUT I am open to custom work, you tell me what size top you'd like, and what design (have a look at my gallery for ideas but please don't feel limited by what you see) and I paint it for you! Also, I can of course do adult things! I just need a top in the right size :)
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- Current Location:In bed aching
- Current Music:Baby sleeping, Mirabelle reading, Jim working.
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The last face is "snorty". He isn't crying rather snorting at the camera, it's one of my most-favourite things, Beebe used to do it too! It's as cute as it is hilarious.
- Current Music:QUIET!
- Current Location:Off to bed.
- Current Mood:
loved
The Birthday girl in her Pj's and new cardigan.
Opening her new marble run (yes, we "wrapped" it in the box it arrived in, her other gifts were wrapped in newspaper >.< )
I made and iced biscuits for her to take in to school. She's having a "bumblebee-ladybug bash" next Sunday and I designed invites with this bug design, they are also going to feature in some of the games and the thank you notes. I do like a little bit of coordination.
Because we couldn't hire the hall for her party until next weekend we took her to Stompers (softplayofdoom). She was really upset because her best friend Lois was missing from school on the day due to the sick bug we gave them (oops). However, Lois was in fact much better so we surprised Beebe at the school gates. Then they ran around like utter loons and threw themselves repeatedly down this very big slide.
Percy and I had a go on the smaller slide, he blardy-loved it! As soon as we were at the bottom he scootled off to climb up and go again! Monkey.
My beautiful Bird. She has a love of peacocks so I brought her this headband, she thinks it's magical but is curious to know how they acquired the peacock feather!
My beautiful Mirabelle, goodness me how much she has grown 0_o
And the girls are getting rather good at taking pictures, Mirabelle was insistent she wanted a picture of me, I really rather like it because I am in no way staged. She later told me that this is how I look because I am smiley and happy.
Opening her new marble run (yes, we "wrapped" it in the box it arrived in, her other gifts were wrapped in newspaper >.< )
I made and iced biscuits for her to take in to school. She's having a "bumblebee-ladybug bash" next Sunday and I designed invites with this bug design, they are also going to feature in some of the games and the thank you notes. I do like a little bit of coordination.
Because we couldn't hire the hall for her party until next weekend we took her to Stompers (softplayofdoom). She was really upset because her best friend Lois was missing from school on the day due to the sick bug we gave them (oops). However, Lois was in fact much better so we surprised Beebe at the school gates. Then they ran around like utter loons and threw themselves repeatedly down this very big slide.
Percy and I had a go on the smaller slide, he blardy-loved it! As soon as we were at the bottom he scootled off to climb up and go again! Monkey.
My beautiful Bird. She has a love of peacocks so I brought her this headband, she thinks it's magical but is curious to know how they acquired the peacock feather!
My beautiful Mirabelle, goodness me how much she has grown 0_o
And the girls are getting rather good at taking pictures, Mirabelle was insistent she wanted a picture of me, I really rather like it because I am in no way staged. She later told me that this is how I look because I am smiley and happy.
- Current Music:This fan whirring.
- Current Location:Still here.
- Current Mood: happy
Why do children's toys have such catchy little ditties that get caught up in ones brain, sending one slowly insane. I am said one. All together now, 1,2,3,4,5...6,7,8,9, come with me and count to ten, 1.2.3.4.5.6.7.8.9 ten oh yes oh yes it's ten.
*Ahem*
So, last week was BAD. Not just a little bad, a whole lot of bad, but it culminated nicely with Beebe's fifth Birthday. She was 5 at two minutes past midnight on Friday 28th. I remember vividly slumped over the hospital bed, tired, slightly frazzled and utterly silent, staring up at the clock as it reached midnight the midwives broken promise of, "she will definitely be here before tomorrow", ringing in my ears. She made me wait, those two minutes were long but as she emerged, a mass of dark brown hair, covered in poo, big steely grey eyes staring I knew I would spend my life feeling overwhelmed and in awe of her very presence. Five entire years later and my baby has gone, to be replaced by an opinionated, intelligent, vivacious, beautiful, quirky soul who is sensitive and fragile but strong and dexterous. Every year I boggle at another year passed, another set of abilities gained. This year my baby has started school, she is reading independently, she spends more time away from me that she does with me, she has friends and relationships which I have little understanding of. It is the first step towards the inevitable break. It breaks me, of course, which mother doesn't feel that tightening and gut wrenching ache when their babies suddenly become shouting surly teenagers who would rather not be seen with the one who will always have their back? Ah, so much to look forward to (*sob*) Still. She cries for me, requires my kisses when hurt and looks to me as someone with knowledge. She trusts me, she likes me, and she is confident and able enough to move away from me, which really is what every mother wants. Five seems a big number, in my head anyway. I remember things from Five. I am not ashamed to admit I am more careful with what I say now, more aware that I could create a lasting memory that haunts her through adulthood. We make pancakes, and jump in puddles, and run down hills, because that is the childhood I wanted. Of course there is shouting, and I am too strict, and she doesn't always get enough time, and they can't eat sweets and pick their noses and watch TV all day like they would love to. Hopefully tho', when she is older she will look back and truly appreciate these moments. As I do. For they are fleeting.
*Ahem*
So, last week was BAD. Not just a little bad, a whole lot of bad, but it culminated nicely with Beebe's fifth Birthday. She was 5 at two minutes past midnight on Friday 28th. I remember vividly slumped over the hospital bed, tired, slightly frazzled and utterly silent, staring up at the clock as it reached midnight the midwives broken promise of, "she will definitely be here before tomorrow", ringing in my ears. She made me wait, those two minutes were long but as she emerged, a mass of dark brown hair, covered in poo, big steely grey eyes staring I knew I would spend my life feeling overwhelmed and in awe of her very presence. Five entire years later and my baby has gone, to be replaced by an opinionated, intelligent, vivacious, beautiful, quirky soul who is sensitive and fragile but strong and dexterous. Every year I boggle at another year passed, another set of abilities gained. This year my baby has started school, she is reading independently, she spends more time away from me that she does with me, she has friends and relationships which I have little understanding of. It is the first step towards the inevitable break. It breaks me, of course, which mother doesn't feel that tightening and gut wrenching ache when their babies suddenly become shouting surly teenagers who would rather not be seen with the one who will always have their back? Ah, so much to look forward to (*sob*) Still. She cries for me, requires my kisses when hurt and looks to me as someone with knowledge. She trusts me, she likes me, and she is confident and able enough to move away from me, which really is what every mother wants. Five seems a big number, in my head anyway. I remember things from Five. I am not ashamed to admit I am more careful with what I say now, more aware that I could create a lasting memory that haunts her through adulthood. We make pancakes, and jump in puddles, and run down hills, because that is the childhood I wanted. Of course there is shouting, and I am too strict, and she doesn't always get enough time, and they can't eat sweets and pick their noses and watch TV all day like they would love to. Hopefully tho', when she is older she will look back and truly appreciate these moments. As I do. For they are fleeting.
- Current Mood: loved
- Current Music:The cat purring.
- Current Location:Somewhere near.
I find it mind boggingly baffling to think that this time last year I was rather round and full of baby. A year on, and here is my boy. He is definitely a boy. I look at him, as he goes about his business and I am shocked. Genuinely, to the core. When I hold him to me, and he nuzzles in seeking milk he seems so small and still like my squidgy bundle of baby. However as soon as he is done feeding, he pulls away (nipple and tooth together, ouch) smiles up at me, then wiggles free to crawl off. He is crawling like a pro. He didn't crawl until 7 and a half months, then he crawled as Beebe did, a bizarre commando crawl, however over Christmas he started crawling "properly". Of course, not content with crawling he immediately started pulling himself up to stand, and is now cruising furniture a little. How the dickens?
He radiates happiness. I am not exaggerating when I say EVERYONE loves him. He leers from his pushchair to smile at people walking past. He also gives the best huggles!! He smooshes his little face in, holding tightly and when he pulls away he says "ahhh". Aw. He understands the request for a cuddle, if I ask he squidges in and says "ahhh", then offers his open mouth for a kiss! He also nods his head yes and shakes it for no, finding it quite hilarious to disagree with you! He adores playing Hide and Seek, and if you lay him down to change his nappy / check he puts his pudgy hands together and starts winding his bobbin up. Honestly, it is as cute as it sounds, I know, I am utterly bias... He signs milk, but never at me, when he wants my attention he Mmmmm's repeatedly! He also signs food the minute I start cooking, ha. He understands other signs but doesn't use them particularly. He also shows some understanding of who is who, looking at the right person. He definitely knows his name!
He generally sleeps twice a day now, but his sleeping is sometimes a point of much stress! He doesn't sleep through the night, which is fine, but he will sometimes wake and SCREAM for no discernible reason. Less fine. Or he wakes and wants to play, clambering about all over the place, snuggling, shouting and laughing for an hour at 2am. ARGH.
He has two toothies at the bottom and two more at the top very almost through. Which may explain the aforementioned late night craziness. He hasn't handled teeth as well as I'd hope, but he doesn't cry or fuss. He had a double ear infection over Christmas and was as happy and content as ever. It just makes him less patient, which I can handle.
He loves climbing under things, often bashing his head in the process. Chairs and tables are firm favourites, but really anything he can get under is good.
Oh and he loves me, more than anything in the world EVER! I really am his favourite person. He'd happily just be near me all day long. He doesn't mind being passed to other people, and is good at offering up cuddles for those holding him, but his entire being illuminates when I return. It's lovely. He understands now when I leave, which I don't generally do, but if I dare walk past him without acknowledging him he is most put out. He also eats better for me, and lays slightly stiller for me too. Definitely a mummies boy. Hee.
- Current Mood:
tired - Current Music:Clack Clack Clack.
- Current Location:In the corner
I am reading, there are a few of you that really need some big hairy mother fucker hugs right now, I can only offer virtual ones but my lord, take them.
We are four weeks in to term and thus far we've had worms, Mirabelle and Percy have Croup and now Beebe has the Pox.
It's like a childhood diseases bomb went off.
Percy is now over half a year old. I will write a post about his Moonness later.
Aside from illness, things are fine. I like sunny Autumn days. I also like: snuggly babies, baking, registering my own website, getting into the swing of things yoga, and the weekend. I am less fond of: poorly babies, snarky people, copycats, and probably other things that I shan't waste time on.
Autumn. Wow.
We are four weeks in to term and thus far we've had worms, Mirabelle and Percy have Croup and now Beebe has the Pox.
It's like a childhood diseases bomb went off.
Percy is now over half a year old. I will write a post about his Moonness later.
Aside from illness, things are fine. I like sunny Autumn days. I also like: snuggly babies, baking, registering my own website, getting into the swing of things yoga, and the weekend. I am less fond of: poorly babies, snarky people, copycats, and probably other things that I shan't waste time on.
Autumn. Wow.
- Current Music:Jim reading stories.
- Current Location:Feeding the baby
- Current Mood:
itchy
- Current Mood: amused
- Current Music:My own thoughts.
- Current Location:On the sofa!
- Current Music:Puppet on a string - Sandie Shaw
- Current Location:Aylesbury.
- Current Mood: loved
Most people tell me Percy looks like Mirabelle, and perhaps he does - the Mirabelle they know now. As it happens, he looks a lot more like Beebe as a baby than he does Mirabelle. Then again my freakish genes are clearly dominant (haha, how true) as all three babies look like me. Since Beebe's hair cut (have I posted a picture? No... Oh let me find one..) everyone says she is the mini version of me. I can't see it but I wouldn't.
All three at four months.
Hasn't she grown? Jimminy Crickets
All three at four months.
Hasn't she grown? Jimminy Crickets
- Current Music:My mother swearing at her phone.
- Current Location:Still here
- Current Mood: apathetic
Back to the dentist with a suspected infection.
My face hurts like hell.
I could genuinely claw my eyes out.
Not really experienced pain like this... it's so overwhelmingly hideous.
Lets not mention I have to get back in that damn chair, how will I manage? I am (ir)rationally terrified.
All together now.
FUCK.
My face hurts like hell.
I could genuinely claw my eyes out.
Not really experienced pain like this... it's so overwhelmingly hideous.
Lets not mention I have to get back in that damn chair, how will I manage? I am (ir)rationally terrified.
All together now.
FUCK.
- Current Mood: happy
- Current Location:On the bed beside the baby
- Current Music:Sleeping baby and traffic.
Bee: "Mummy... What actually IS an anniversary then?"
Me: "It's a celebration of something that happened a certain time ago. A birthday is an anniversary of the day you were born, our anniversary is because we were married this time last year..."
Bee: "So exactly when tomorrow will it be? Exactly, please?"
Me: "Erm... all day?
Bee: "Oh, alright then.. I suppose".
My LJ entry from last year with photos of the day...
Honestly, we've had the best day.
I'm glowing from the sunshine and the loveliness of it all.
Hee.
I'm married.
I wrote him a poem, I will put it here sometime...
I'm too tingly to keep writing tho' so that's your lot.
Me: "It's a celebration of something that happened a certain time ago. A birthday is an anniversary of the day you were born, our anniversary is because we were married this time last year..."
Bee: "So exactly when tomorrow will it be? Exactly, please?"
Me: "Erm... all day?
Bee: "Oh, alright then.. I suppose".
My LJ entry from last year with photos of the day...
Honestly, we've had the best day.
I'm glowing from the sunshine and the loveliness of it all.
Hee.
I'm married.
I wrote him a poem, I will put it here sometime...
I'm too tingly to keep writing tho' so that's your lot.
- Current Mood: loved
- Current Location:I'm here.
- Current Music:Percy clicking..
Percy has bronchiolitis... This is really shit.
I have very little time to do anything.
I have pics to post, tops to paint, exercise to do, washing to hang out...
I actually feel overwhelmed, and it takes a lot to overwhelm me.
He's asleep... please let his last more than 30 minutes, he needs it the poor mite.
Big sigh.
I have very little time to do anything.
I have pics to post, tops to paint, exercise to do, washing to hang out...
I actually feel overwhelmed, and it takes a lot to overwhelm me.
He's asleep... please let his last more than 30 minutes, he needs it the poor mite.
Big sigh.
- Current Mood:
rushed - Current Location:Dining room table eating
- Current Music:Birds and my phone
Busybusybusy.
Pickle Paints has been at it again, and now a shameless pimp, here are a few of the things I've created recently!
See anything you likesie? Get in touch :)
Pickle Paints has been at it again, and now a shameless pimp, here are a few of the things I've created recently!
See anything you likesie? Get in touch :)
- Current Music:Like A Virgin - Madonna.
- Current Location:Breastfeeding baby
- Current Mood: accomplished
How do you ever fit it all in?
Argh...
I need to go to bed, I am tired - and I've managed to get my Pickle Paints stuff done for the evening but the exercising has had to be sacrificed.
I need to vacuum upstairs... and clean the bathroom again... and package things up... when?
*collapses into a little exhausted heap*
Meep.
Argh...
I need to go to bed, I am tired - and I've managed to get my Pickle Paints stuff done for the evening but the exercising has had to be sacrificed.
I need to vacuum upstairs... and clean the bathroom again... and package things up... when?
*collapses into a little exhausted heap*
Meep.
- Current Mood: tired
- Current Music:Whoosing in my ears.
- Current Location:Off to bed.
I'll be back sometime this month with a Birth Story, a review of March and my intentions for April, but in the meantime PHOTOES!
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- Current Location:Off out into the garden!
- Current Music:The girls and Percy snuffling.
- Current Mood: happy
Today I met a woman with a little girl who was due the day after Percy, she was 4 weeks young and weighed 9lbs 6oz, Percy is 9 days young today and weighs in at more than that.... There weren't too many differences, altho she was noticeably longer >.< It was a little surreal! I keep meaning to write my Birth Story but am never sure where to start, plus it's all still a little overwhelming. I also have more pickletures to upload. Time isn't exactly limited, Percy sleeps a lot but I do find myself on the laptop less, and when I am online I am often feeding Mr. Fatty pants which makes it harder to type.
Speaking of Mr. Moon - these are the things I've learnt about him:
He likes boob! Not necessarily in his mouth either, he's happy if it's near...
He rarely keeps an entire feed down, he'll either spit up a mouthful of milk or yik up some a while later, having never had a sicky baby I am learning the importance of being prepared! Oh and the joys of washing...
He has big hands and long fingers, oh and his toes are often a funny blue/purple colour! They aren't cold tho' so perhaps it's a circulation thing? Or he's part loch ness monster!
He does not like being nude, especially his footsies! He is also adverse to nappy changes, altho not the actual changing part, just the undressing bit, it is really the only time he wails, and wail he can!
His nose is still slightly on the squonk. This amuses me.
His hair looks like it may curl,
He has started trying to suck his thumb, he likes to suck - be it ears, noses, Mirabelle's tongue!
He has ticklish toes and if you tickle them he squirms and wiggles and snuffles!
He sounds like a car trying to start, or a coffee percolator - hence his nickname Perki or The Perculator! He is also known as "the baby" by Mirabelle and Mr. Moon or Percy-Pants by me.
Speaking of Mr. Moon - these are the things I've learnt about him:
He likes boob! Not necessarily in his mouth either, he's happy if it's near...
He rarely keeps an entire feed down, he'll either spit up a mouthful of milk or yik up some a while later, having never had a sicky baby I am learning the importance of being prepared! Oh and the joys of washing...
He has big hands and long fingers, oh and his toes are often a funny blue/purple colour! They aren't cold tho' so perhaps it's a circulation thing? Or he's part loch ness monster!
He does not like being nude, especially his footsies! He is also adverse to nappy changes, altho not the actual changing part, just the undressing bit, it is really the only time he wails, and wail he can!
His nose is still slightly on the squonk. This amuses me.
His hair looks like it may curl,
He has started trying to suck his thumb, he likes to suck - be it ears, noses, Mirabelle's tongue!
He has ticklish toes and if you tickle them he squirms and wiggles and snuffles!
He sounds like a car trying to start, or a coffee percolator - hence his nickname Perki or The Perculator! He is also known as "the baby" by Mirabelle and Mr. Moon or Percy-Pants by me.
- Current Music:The camera as Bee takes pictures.
- Current Location:In bed with all the family!
- Current Mood: loved
- Current Mood: calm
- Current Location:In bed with the baby
- Current Music:Snuffling bubba
He's HERE!!
Thank you all for your lovely well wishes and positive thoughts!! I think we've decided he shall be named Percy Moon (wasn't on our short list at all but the moon last night was absolutely resplendent!) He was born at 4:49pm on 30-03-2010, 18 days late and weighing in at 9lbs 4oz! He's ever so lubberly (I'm bias) and I am feeling prett-y dandy! Tired, emotional, slightly sore and a little fragile but given he's not yet a day old we're doing well!
The girls are absolutely smitten, head over hills in love. Me too actually. He was totally worth the wait!!
Thank you all for your lovely well wishes and positive thoughts!! I think we've decided he shall be named Percy Moon (wasn't on our short list at all but the moon last night was absolutely resplendent!) He was born at 4:49pm on 30-03-2010, 18 days late and weighing in at 9lbs 4oz! He's ever so lubberly (I'm bias) and I am feeling prett-y dandy! Tired, emotional, slightly sore and a little fragile but given he's not yet a day old we're doing well!
The girls are absolutely smitten, head over hills in love. Me too actually. He was totally worth the wait!!
- Current Location:On the sofa with the baby!
- Current Music:Snuffle Snuffle glug glug.
- Current Mood: accomplished
- Current Mood: cheerful
- Current Music:Beebe wittering about her clothes...
- Current Location:With the girls
I've rediscovered my love of Boyzone.
Help!!
I loved them like only a giddy 11 year old can way back when, and then I thought them utter shit and now I am happily singing along again. Oh dear god. I've seen this happen, this is what happens as you get older. I'll get me Ronan t-shirt on and start wittering about the good old days.
And yes, I shed a little tear at their Stephen Gately memorial.
Oh dear, oh dear.
Off to group. I had a sweep yesterday! Oh my. I then bounced on a birthing ball for an hour and a half, ye-gods my thighs are not used to such things. Of course it made not a dot of difference and this baby shows no signs whatsoever of appearing. Other people are beginning to get frustrated with me! HA! This makes me want to laugh in their silly faces.
So if everyone could send their "baby out" thoughts this way, I'd be grateful - it's getting to the stage where our plans are going to be somewhat thwarted if baby doesn't arrive soonish! Not helpful!
Help!!
I loved them like only a giddy 11 year old can way back when, and then I thought them utter shit and now I am happily singing along again. Oh dear god. I've seen this happen, this is what happens as you get older. I'll get me Ronan t-shirt on and start wittering about the good old days.
And yes, I shed a little tear at their Stephen Gately memorial.
Oh dear, oh dear.
Off to group. I had a sweep yesterday! Oh my. I then bounced on a birthing ball for an hour and a half, ye-gods my thighs are not used to such things. Of course it made not a dot of difference and this baby shows no signs whatsoever of appearing. Other people are beginning to get frustrated with me! HA! This makes me want to laugh in their silly faces.
So if everyone could send their "baby out" thoughts this way, I'd be grateful - it's getting to the stage where our plans are going to be somewhat thwarted if baby doesn't arrive soonish! Not helpful!
- Current Mood: amused
- Current Location:In bed, teheehee.
- Current Music:Picture of you - Boyzone!
Dear Baby,
How - do? So, my little ferret of loveliness, how are you fairing? It seems you've decided my womb is the place to be, although you've certainly taken that not so little head of yours and stuck it quite decidedly on my cervix. How is that comfortable? Are you beginning to tire of all the bending? It isn't a conspiracy, I am just trying to keep as active as possible. I know it means you're often a little shaken up, or squished but my dear sausage-pot the thing is you are meant to be here, and thus I am not so sympathetic any more. Have you heard me growwwling? Yes, well that's because I am beginning to tire just a smidge of all the many inane comments you seem to attract.
It's a lovely day, the park was good fun no? I know the screaming from your big sisters may sound a smidge terrifying but they are VERY excited about your arrival, in fact that yelling of "come out come out" earlier? That was them expressing their love for you. You are very anticipated. There are groups of people awaiting news, we can't phone anyone now without them thinking you are here... it is funny but you know it'd be nice to actually make that call! I'm thinking you didn't enjoy the car washing so much? It must be cramped in there, surely?
Thing is my egg-noodle, I am beginning to get a smidge tired, and it's probably not good when I see a newborn baby and start muttering about the unfairness that they have theirs. It's cos I can't wait to meet you, I really can't. I'm not scared, worried or anxious. I am just plain excited. So do come along and make my world an even more love filled place, is that possible? I reckons-so.
I know, I know - you'll come when you are ready but it really is gorgeous out and it's a fab time to be born! Spring is springing and I'd love to have a big ole cuddle!
Love heaps and oodles,
Mumma.
How - do? So, my little ferret of loveliness, how are you fairing? It seems you've decided my womb is the place to be, although you've certainly taken that not so little head of yours and stuck it quite decidedly on my cervix. How is that comfortable? Are you beginning to tire of all the bending? It isn't a conspiracy, I am just trying to keep as active as possible. I know it means you're often a little shaken up, or squished but my dear sausage-pot the thing is you are meant to be here, and thus I am not so sympathetic any more. Have you heard me growwwling? Yes, well that's because I am beginning to tire just a smidge of all the many inane comments you seem to attract.
It's a lovely day, the park was good fun no? I know the screaming from your big sisters may sound a smidge terrifying but they are VERY excited about your arrival, in fact that yelling of "come out come out" earlier? That was them expressing their love for you. You are very anticipated. There are groups of people awaiting news, we can't phone anyone now without them thinking you are here... it is funny but you know it'd be nice to actually make that call! I'm thinking you didn't enjoy the car washing so much? It must be cramped in there, surely?
Thing is my egg-noodle, I am beginning to get a smidge tired, and it's probably not good when I see a newborn baby and start muttering about the unfairness that they have theirs. It's cos I can't wait to meet you, I really can't. I'm not scared, worried or anxious. I am just plain excited. So do come along and make my world an even more love filled place, is that possible? I reckons-so.
I know, I know - you'll come when you are ready but it really is gorgeous out and it's a fab time to be born! Spring is springing and I'd love to have a big ole cuddle!
Love heaps and oodles,
Mumma.
- Current Mood: Full of bubbalubs
- Current Location:In the sunshine.
- Current Music:In for the Kill - La Roux
In my rantiness of earlier I completely forgot to proudly swoon over Beebe's latest achievement! She swam completely unaided yesterday! We've been taking both girls swimming since sometime late last year, we missed a few weeks over Christmas, and then a few weeks 'cos of my ribs but for the most part they've been swimming a lot more. Anywho, when we started Bee was not exactly confident. As the weeks have passed she's impressed us both with her tenacity, from not wanting to be left, to swimming with one arm band, to swimming with a float to just randomly deciding on Sunday to remove both her arm bands and swim. She almost exploded with pride and glee. It's quite something, she's gained so much confidence and hopefully she will continue to flourish. I've always loved being in the water, I taught myself to swim before school, and learnt properly when there. I'd like Bee to feel confident in the water but wanted her to do it at her own pace. Huzzah.
- Current Mood: pleased
- Current Music:True Colours - Various versions.
- Current Location:In bed with new clean sheets
Further proof that both my daughters are indeed nuts-o!
From the mouth of babes.
The girls are in the bath with me, I get out, Jim gets in (a regular occurrence).
Beebe - points to Jim's man-bits, "I need a willy like THAT to play with"
Me (sniggersnigger) "Do you?"
Beebe: "I most seriously do you know. A nice big willy to play with would be good."
Mirabelle: "Can I have one too?"
Jim and I : "Erm.....?!?"
Mirabelle and I are walking home from pre-school, she's pouting and huffing a little so I ask:
Me: "What's wrong Belly-bell?"
Mirabelle: "Mine tummy is sad and angry and cross mumma!"
Me: "Oh no, why?"
Mirabelle: "A-cos of you mummy! A-cos of you! You made my tummy sad and cross a-cos you tooks my lunch away and now my tummy is crying, can you hear it mummy? Can you? Waaaaah"
Me: (really trying not to laugh) "Mirabelle, mummy told you you had to eat your lunch, you took a long time and we had to leave for preschool, I said you could have it when we got home or I could throw it away, you said to throw it away. Does your tummy understand?"
Mirabelle: (In her most surliest voice) "I understand but not my tummy, it is cross and it's your fault".
They crack me up!
Sadly today has been less fun, Beebe is possibly suffering from the same sickness thing that randomly hit Mirabelle on Saturday. Mirabelle however yikked and was fine. Beebe has not yikked (she's really phobic about sick which is slightly disconcerting) but she's utterly useless. I am trying to be compassionate understanding mummy but her lolloping and self-pitying are slightly tiring, especially at 40 weeks pregnant. They are both sleeping. Beebe will hopefully wake feeling slightly better tho' she has been whimpering some so I shan't hold my breath. I was intending on walking them to the co-op, a stomp to blow the cobwebs away. We shall see.
Oh and Yes, I am "still here" and no I "haven't had it yet". Honestly, I know people are making friendly conversation, but the latter especially drives me bonkers. I want to say "Oh yes, I had it two weeks ago but left it at home and stuffed a football up my top for shits and giggles".
From the mouth of babes.
The girls are in the bath with me, I get out, Jim gets in (a regular occurrence).
Beebe - points to Jim's man-bits, "I need a willy like THAT to play with"
Me (sniggersnigger) "Do you?"
Beebe: "I most seriously do you know. A nice big willy to play with would be good."
Mirabelle: "Can I have one too?"
Jim and I : "Erm.....?!?"
Mirabelle and I are walking home from pre-school, she's pouting and huffing a little so I ask:
Me: "What's wrong Belly-bell?"
Mirabelle: "Mine tummy is sad and angry and cross mumma!"
Me: "Oh no, why?"
Mirabelle: "A-cos of you mummy! A-cos of you! You made my tummy sad and cross a-cos you tooks my lunch away and now my tummy is crying, can you hear it mummy? Can you? Waaaaah"
Me: (really trying not to laugh) "Mirabelle, mummy told you you had to eat your lunch, you took a long time and we had to leave for preschool, I said you could have it when we got home or I could throw it away, you said to throw it away. Does your tummy understand?"
Mirabelle: (In her most surliest voice) "I understand but not my tummy, it is cross and it's your fault".
They crack me up!
Sadly today has been less fun, Beebe is possibly suffering from the same sickness thing that randomly hit Mirabelle on Saturday. Mirabelle however yikked and was fine. Beebe has not yikked (she's really phobic about sick which is slightly disconcerting) but she's utterly useless. I am trying to be compassionate understanding mummy but her lolloping and self-pitying are slightly tiring, especially at 40 weeks pregnant. They are both sleeping. Beebe will hopefully wake feeling slightly better tho' she has been whimpering some so I shan't hold my breath. I was intending on walking them to the co-op, a stomp to blow the cobwebs away. We shall see.
Oh and Yes, I am "still here" and no I "haven't had it yet". Honestly, I know people are making friendly conversation, but the latter especially drives me bonkers. I want to say "Oh yes, I had it two weeks ago but left it at home and stuffed a football up my top for shits and giggles".
- Current Mood: groggy
- Current Location:By the window watching the clouds
- Current Music:Beebe whimpering.
By this evening I should have more food pr0n pictures to share! I somehow managed to forget to upload our Valentines chocolate biscuit / strawberry mousse stack photo, and in the week we made Creme Brulee and now we're off to make Jim's birthday banoffee inspired cake and possibly an Oreo cheesecake too.
Om.
Yesterday was busy! We went to a craft centre and wandered around their marshy, expansive oh-so-beautiful-but also quite waterlogged gardens. Then it was on to a Wizard of Oz party (have I mentioned my twos obsession with it? I'm sure I have!) It was small and twee but there were replica ruby red slippers, a girl dressed as Dorothy and cakes! My two pooped stars. From there we visited an amazing Children's book shop! It's in the middle of a field and has been visited by every child author I can imagine, all of whom have signed / doodled over the walls. It was lovely! When we arrived we were offered tea. After reading books and buying two we headed to Cromer where we noshed in a not-so-greasy spoon cafe and then strolled along the pier (which still makes my stomach wibble) It was perfect beach weather - really overcast and tempestuous but dry and not too cold. It was all oh so brooding. There were surfers to goggle at, rocks to toss and little rivers to jump across. All of which delighted the big'ens and the littl'ens in equal measure. From Cromer we drove home via Asda for a few necessities (and possibly some not so necessary steak and Ben and Jerrys!) By this point we were all rather tired so it was tea, bed and then Jim and I watched The Fall, which is amazing and beautiful both visually and story-wise.
Today is the aforementioned baking (having spent the morning tickling and relaxing) then post-nap we will swim. It is the last day of February and of my resolutions I think the only one I've not met is ordering the fabric for curtains, but we're working on it! Go go go.
Om.
Yesterday was busy! We went to a craft centre and wandered around their marshy, expansive oh-so-beautiful-but also quite waterlogged gardens. Then it was on to a Wizard of Oz party (have I mentioned my twos obsession with it? I'm sure I have!) It was small and twee but there were replica ruby red slippers, a girl dressed as Dorothy and cakes! My two pooped stars. From there we visited an amazing Children's book shop! It's in the middle of a field and has been visited by every child author I can imagine, all of whom have signed / doodled over the walls. It was lovely! When we arrived we were offered tea. After reading books and buying two we headed to Cromer where we noshed in a not-so-greasy spoon cafe and then strolled along the pier (which still makes my stomach wibble) It was perfect beach weather - really overcast and tempestuous but dry and not too cold. It was all oh so brooding. There were surfers to goggle at, rocks to toss and little rivers to jump across. All of which delighted the big'ens and the littl'ens in equal measure. From Cromer we drove home via Asda for a few necessities (and possibly some not so necessary steak and Ben and Jerrys!) By this point we were all rather tired so it was tea, bed and then Jim and I watched The Fall, which is amazing and beautiful both visually and story-wise.
Today is the aforementioned baking (having spent the morning tickling and relaxing) then post-nap we will swim. It is the last day of February and of my resolutions I think the only one I've not met is ordering the fabric for curtains, but we're working on it! Go go go.
- Current Music:The girls playing nicely
- Current Location:Watching the girls in a box!
- Current Mood: good
Randomly this was in my dream last night, I used to listen to this song quite a lot... I was all heartbroken! I feel the need for some musical nostalgia, et-voila. Just need to make it to the end of today and we can have ourselves a lovely March baby! Hoozah (things aren't happening at all after the promising mid-week contractions)
- Current Music:Angel playing with my heart - Eurythmics
- Current Location:with the girlies on the bed
- Current Mood: chipper
It has been known for me to say my eldest lacks imagination, that her approach to life is much more scientific / instructive / destructive. However, perhaps I have underestimated her somewhat.
Today our walk home from playgroup involved a crocodile, who proceeded to give birth to 29 babies! Their father abandoned them owing to this large influx of new life but the mother was strong and able. So strong and able in fact she bit our toes! So Mirabelle helpfully applied string and we rode the mother croc home whilst the babies swam behind us. They were very well behaved at lunch and Bee informed me she was to be a farmers wife. I told her she could be a farmer but she insisted a farmers wife was best because, and I quote, "then I don't have to do as much". Oh how the feminist in me died a little. She also announced she would be adding to her brood of 29 babies and 1 adult crocodile with a peacock and a cat. When questioned over the safety of this arrangement she reassured me all would be well because "I'm their minder, I will mind then". All the animals walked fantastically to preschool and upon collecting Bee I was told some sort of shenanigans had taken place because now joining us on our trek to the co-op were 100 crocodiles, 100 peacocks and 100 cats! I was rather astounded but Bee assured me that it was perfectly fine. We even managed to work out what 3*100 was and she spent some time marvelling over her 300 animals.
They are of course all in bed with her, apart from the mother-crocodile who is too big and fat and full of babies. Seems her brood will be expanding further still.
In other news Mirabelle felt my tummy earlier and announced it to be, "nice and full of baby and maybe just one little crocodile too". Maybe this crocodile-reproduction epidemic is infectious?
Today our walk home from playgroup involved a crocodile, who proceeded to give birth to 29 babies! Their father abandoned them owing to this large influx of new life but the mother was strong and able. So strong and able in fact she bit our toes! So Mirabelle helpfully applied string and we rode the mother croc home whilst the babies swam behind us. They were very well behaved at lunch and Bee informed me she was to be a farmers wife. I told her she could be a farmer but she insisted a farmers wife was best because, and I quote, "then I don't have to do as much". Oh how the feminist in me died a little. She also announced she would be adding to her brood of 29 babies and 1 adult crocodile with a peacock and a cat. When questioned over the safety of this arrangement she reassured me all would be well because "I'm their minder, I will mind then". All the animals walked fantastically to preschool and upon collecting Bee I was told some sort of shenanigans had taken place because now joining us on our trek to the co-op were 100 crocodiles, 100 peacocks and 100 cats! I was rather astounded but Bee assured me that it was perfectly fine. We even managed to work out what 3*100 was and she spent some time marvelling over her 300 animals.
They are of course all in bed with her, apart from the mother-crocodile who is too big and fat and full of babies. Seems her brood will be expanding further still.
In other news Mirabelle felt my tummy earlier and announced it to be, "nice and full of baby and maybe just one little crocodile too". Maybe this crocodile-reproduction epidemic is infectious?
- Current Location:Here.
- Current Music:Jim huffing and puffing.
- Current Mood: Tickled ever so
Life:
behind the spreading butter comes the knife;
the deaf and dumb and blind man dozing
in a field of rape, found by the sickle
or the scythe. I'd been supposing
that it all adds up
to something times the power
of infinity recurring, but
it doesn't take a flying pass
in Further Maths
to figure out the sum
of what's already gone, what's going on
and what's to come.
It's none.
- Life by Simon Armitage
behind the spreading butter comes the knife;
the deaf and dumb and blind man dozing
in a field of rape, found by the sickle
or the scythe. I'd been supposing
that it all adds up
to something times the power
of infinity recurring, but
it doesn't take a flying pass
in Further Maths
to figure out the sum
of what's already gone, what's going on
and what's to come.
It's none.
- Life by Simon Armitage
- Current Mood:
worried - Current Location:On the sofa.
- Current Music:One Born Every Minute
One of the things I don't often talk about is my love of cooking, or baking I 'spose... I have many recipes bookmarked, I enjoy looking at food websites and I love making things that are tasty. I've not documented all my eats and treats, but I have managed to get Jim to photograph a few, and thus for your delectation this cold Sunday may I present some:( Fud-Pr0nCollapse )
- Current Music:The fire whoosing.
- Current Location:Sofa, blanket, fire!
- Current Mood: calm
Finally I've uploaded some pics, but now I need to go and peel 'tatoes and such, so for now here is one of me and mah-bump! I think this was taken at 36 weeks, possibly just shy (I will be 38 on Wednesday!) I've grown since, my ma' was insistent I'd grown in the time she was here, she's probably right.... She never made it beyond 35 weeks so these last few weeks are a marvel to her.
- Current Location:In my bedroom.
- Current Music:Shuffling.
- Current Mood: calm
Jim: What else shall we pretend girls? I like pretending with you!
Beebe: We should pretend that you've had a car crash
Jim: Yes?
Beebe: And that you weren't strapped in
Jim: 0_o
Beebe: And that then you DIED
I laughed... so loud.
I will update about the last ten years, the next year, photos and all that jazz at somepoint sometime soon, but I just had to blog the above before I forgot it. My children are loons.
Beebe: We should pretend that you've had a car crash
Jim: Yes?
Beebe: And that you weren't strapped in
Jim: 0_o
Beebe: And that then you DIED
I laughed... so loud.
I will update about the last ten years, the next year, photos and all that jazz at somepoint sometime soon, but I just had to blog the above before I forgot it. My children are loons.
- Current Mood: amused
- Current Location:Here in 2010
- Current Music:Everyone playing.
I hope everyone reading has an amazing festive season full of magic, sparkle, love and cheer! However and where ever you're celebrating, enjoy!
Wooo it's Christmas.
Wooo it's Christmas.
- Current Mood: chipper
- Current Location:It's Christmas!
- Current Music:CHRISTMAS!!
Yesterday, as part of our 24 days of Christmas we dressed the girls up as "sugar-plum fairies" ... mostly because I won't be sending too many Chrimbob cards this festive season and I wanted a picture to add snowflakes too and send to family via e-mail! Here is just one picture, there will be more mayhaps... and this isn't the one I'm using! Hark at my little sugar plums.
They are currently sat beside me having all sorts of fun with their legs. Obviously. They are on great (loony) form this morning and are making me laugh at every turn
I've just shown Bee who is now pouting and saying "Well, that isn't very exciting... I thought it would be more fun!" ?!?
They are currently sat beside me having all sorts of fun with their legs. Obviously. They are on great (loony) form this morning and are making me laugh at every turn
I've just shown Bee who is now pouting and saying "Well, that isn't very exciting... I thought it would be more fun!" ?!?
- Current Mood:
dorky - Current Location:On the bed with the children
- Current Music:Beebe asking to spell her name, over and over..
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Apparently 'twas once a nuddy-ruddie beach!! I saw no schlong, sadly.