Friday, 30 July 2010

The Gallery : Baby T discovers nature and eats it

Grandpas are great aren't they. I loved mine and I know my Dad will be adored by Baby T. So, Grandpa has introduced Baby T to nature, fitting in nicely with this weeks theme for The Gallery at Sticky Fingers.

First, the introduction was made "Look Baby T, some grass"



Baby T - "mmmm I eat nature for breakfast"



Me - "Daaaaaaaaaaad!!!!"

Friday, 23 July 2010

I just had my first tantrum by Baby T




Well, time is ticking by, I'm seven months old now and I think I look after myself pretty well. I can just about order takeout on mummy's iPhone and I've got the hang of the tv remote, at least when daddy isn't around. Lets face it, I'm a little smug about being pretty much the best Baby I know.

I can feed myself with my chubby little hands, but I pretend I can only feed myself biscuits. Result! Don't tell mummy.

I can also brush my two teeth, it's important to look after yourself. So there I was happily brushing these little toothipegs when mummy decided I had finished and came to take MY toothbrush off me. Oh no, I don't think so. And then I discovered it.... the all powerful tantrum. Only 5 seconds of my best and biggest crying and I had not only my toothbrush back but also cuddles and kisses from mummy.

I am beginning to see endless opportunities to use this new found skill, watch this space......

Tuesday, 20 July 2010

A Novel Idea - The Gallery #20

So the theme for Sticky Fingers Gallery this week is "a novel idea".

Like last weeks "Can you tell what it is yet" I have spent a disproportionate amount of time agonising over what to photograph and then it hit me...



... after all I walk past it like, a million times a day so I was bound to get it sooner or later. Any ideas? .... read on to find out.

Maybe its a bit of a cheat?

It's not at all cryptic or clever or indeed a representation (missed the brief a bit I think!), its just a straightforward extract from Captain Corelli's Mandolin by Louis de Bernieres. But having said that it is really, really special to me. The canvas itself is something which I created around 18 months ago. And it almost goes without saying that the book really is a rather lovely.

The inspiration was my wonderful sister as this was the extract which she read during my wedding to Mr U at Hodsock Priory. She was ever so nervous about doing it but she did incredibly well and there honestly was not a dry eye in the room and (get a grip!) I've even come over all emotional thinking about it! Love you Little Sis x (thankfully she will probably never read this and I can maintain my persona of mean Big Sis!)

So, did any of you know what the book was on seeing the picture?

Thursday, 15 July 2010

How long is long enough and not too long?


This isn't just the title of my blog... its a serious question and one that I'm looking for an answer to. So if someone could just post me the answer that would be great, thanks.

Just how long do you leave between having your first and second child?

So Baby T is only seven months old and I do think that is the teeniest bit early to be thinking of seconds but I really don't know. A friend of mine has a four month old and is thinking about putting holes in condoms (Eastenders style) because she wants another already!

I was seriously being asked by people when Baby T was just a few weeks old if we were already trying for another (with the words "lets just check if you've torn and need stitching back up" ringing in my ears), the sentence "get all the nappies over at once" was said to me several times... whats that all about? I'm sure I only had two arms when I last looked (yup, just checked again) and those are busy 100% of the time at the moment. If the in-laws had their way I'd be six months preggers now!

At lot of mums seem to pull a strained kind of smile when asked this question and say in an overly chirpy tone "You just cope". I asked a friend of mine about this expecting a similar response and she started by saying "I'll be honest with you because I wish someone had been honest with me", she had been fed the "you just cope" line and so had 19 months between her two.

She used the word "horrendous" a lot and even went on to say that the effect it had on her first was "heartbreaking" when they couldn't spend so much time together. I remember how much time I spent breastfeeding Baby T in those first few weeks... she was just like an extension of me. Honest Friend said that as soon as she had problems feeding baby 2 she gave up because it seemed like the easier, and fairer, thing to do. I felt sorry for her.

On the other hand I am also a jobless bum at the moment having given up my job as a solicitor (that's Lawyer to you American readers! learnt that lesson rather embarrassingly on a recent trip to Disney Land!) to spend more quality time with Baby T. I would like to work part time but there doesn't seem to be much out there. So should I just go for it? Properly I mean, not the sabotage of condoms route.

And lets not even start on the subject of money.....

What about the stress and embarrassment factor, surely that must double? And I thought the communal changing room experience was bad with one!

But I love my Baby T with all my heart and more. What happens to that when another one comes along? And will it make Baby T sad because I don't think I could bare that. I hate to imagine the post she would write about that!

Writing this is not being the cleansing exercise I had hoped and I am finding myself all the more confused, so like I say, if someone could just pop the answer below for me that would be awesome.

Cheerio for now!

Wednesday, 14 July 2010

The Gallery - ok, my first one was too easy!




Alright, I started with an easy one but how about this?

Can you tell what it is yet?

Can you tell what it is yet? - My First Gallery Entry



So I've been seeing all the other organised bloggers posting their gallery entries for a few weeks and have been working myself up to it with good intentions but turns out the camera on my phone is a bit cr@p and does anyone know where the charger for my proper camera is? No.

But here goes... can you tell what it is yet? This item has sentimental value and I kept it from our wedding. Mr U and I will have our third anniversary in October (thank god I've got the date tattooed on my foot to remind me!)

Happy guessing! (It's not hard though it it?!)

Friday, 9 July 2010

Is the grass greener? Or is it a bit yellow and needs cutting?

In my experience the grass is indeed always far greener and juicy looking. Baby T is now almost 8 months old and as of four weeks ago I am a jobless bum after handing my notice in... or stay at home mum, which I actually prefer over “jobless bum”, this is Mr U's new “cute” little nickname for me. Bless.

I’m really glad that I quit, my job and Baby T were never going to be compatible, but I NEED to do something and soon… I can feel the rust starting to form around my braincells (and regretably there weren’t many of those to start with).

I have also started talking in a rather high pitched chirpy voice. Didn't even recognise me in a little video of Baby T chasing me round the house in her walker clipping my heels. Have been known also to use baby voice to grown ups and developing a tendancy to talk in the third person.

I don't think a hobby is the answer, I seem to intensely use up my allocated quota of enthusiasm for each new hobby within a matter of days then lose all interest.

Perhaps a new part time job? Perhaps even start my own business?

Having known myself for quite some time now I am starting to see a pattern developing and I get the feeling that whatever I end up doing I will always think that I should be doing something else!

Communal Changing Rooms? Oh Dear.


Was feeling like a virtuous mummy after deciding to take Baby T to swimming lessons, yes she is only six months old but there are some things where apparently it is never too young to start.

So off we went with our pretty little swimsuits (both new and mine a slightly larger size than I might have liked). The group is Swimtots and takes place at a private pool at the local deaf school.

I was obviously late as usual, despite having the best baby in the world... see Baby T's last post

So I didn't particularly notice that we got changed in a rather big changing room all to ourselves. The lesson went fabulously and Baby T had a wonderful time but all good things come to an end so us mummy's fished our babies out of the pool and headed back to dry off and change.

Then horror of utter utmost horrors I was surrounded by wobbly bums and bouncing norks. Now don't get me wrong, I'm not against bums and boobs, in fact I have these things myself (particularly of the wobbly variety). But, the what seemed like a very large changing room now seemed more than a little cramped and SERIOUSLY it was a real struggle not to stick my face into one of the bodily regions mentioned above whilst bent over to deal with Baby T.

I felt somewhat better after seeing the look of discomfort on some of the other mums faces which I imagine must have looked similar to my own, but ladies, this was my first time and the rest of the mummy's were practically bounding around the room like some sort of weird naked ballet.

I noticed this distinct difference in women when I used to go to a rather nice gym (once). There were awesomely stylish communal changing rooms, all wood and slate and I wonder if all this opulence was to assist in the distraction from all the nakedness. However in each of the corners of this grand room were a pokey little individual changing cubicle... if one wasn't free, I waited.

I might quite like to be one of those brave, in your face, bare all mums but I'm just not. Or at least, not intentionally. I just can't do the whole modesty changing thing, I REALLY want to, but I can't. Other mums can put on a whole outfit it seems without unwrapping the towel from their bodies and then all of a sudden its whipped off to reveal a perfect outfit with none of the clothes inside out. How do they do that?

We have now braved it to these swimming sessions several times and I have on at least three occasions totally dropped my towel on the soggy floor while trying to apply a bra and ended up stood there totally starkers and probably drawing even more attention to myself through the glowing beacon that is my highly red and embarrassed face. I don't bother trying to put a bra on anymore but will try to master it before winter in an attempt to avoid hubby accusing me of "smuggling peanuts".

So congratulations to all the brave mummy's particularly after the trauma of childbirth (ok, so my labour was easy but pregnancy has still taken its toll) and thank goodness for all you other embarrassed mummy's out there, we are not alone, let our red flushed cheeks shine out together.... and lets try to keep the other cheeks safely cocooned in our towels.