This is her new hobby. I’m not allowed to push the buggy anymore. Poor Thomas has hit many a wall lately.
If this is your first visit to my blog, please don’t be put off by this entry. I don’t usually bang on so relentlessly about how my day has not gone to plan but I felt I had to share this. Also, if you’re in hurry, don’t read this!
I got up at about 6 this morning - that’s a major lie in in this house. The boy had slept right through from 7 last night. I was immediately lulled into a false sense of security about how nice our day was going to be. The husband got the girl up and we all made our way downstairs and had breakfast. The husband did the bins. All in all it was a scene of domestic bliss.
I was just thinking of taking the girl to nursery and then going on to do the weekly shop (involves two supermarkets! T and W for this blog - I wouldn’t want to inadvertantly give anyone any advertising) when the husband remarked that he was running late so I said not to worry, we’d leave now and drop him at the station on the way. I picked the boy up and realised that his nappy needed changing. We didn’t have time to do it so I grabbed his change bag (remember this point for later) and the shopping list (I was very careful to check I had the list because last week I got to shop T, unloaded the boy and the shopping bags into a trolley and then realised I had no list so had to load boy and bags back into car, go home and start again), checked I had door keys (stuck my hand in my bag and felt a key) and we bundled the boy and girl into the car and set off.
I dropped the husband at the station and then went onto nursery to drop the girl off. That went really well (can be a bit traumatic sometimes) so my oh my wasn’t I feeling smug. Parenthood? I’ve got it covered! Then I remembered I had to change the boy so I did that in the boot of the car. It was particulary unpleasant and during the proceedings he had a wee (Dear husband, sorry if the boot smells a bit funny), stuck his foot in the contents of the nappy and was sick. Nothing out of the ordinary for a nappy change but it wiped a small bit of the smile off my face.
That done, we set off to shop T for the first part of the shop. I got it all done and was just going to text the husband about the nappy incident (I like to fill his day with these charming details) when I realised I didn’t have my mobile. No problem, I’d just go home and grab it before going onto shop W. It was when I got home that I realised that I didn’t have my door keys either.
Slightly more problematical but still not a disaster as my good friend M has a spare key for our house. I drove to M’s house only to find she was out. I knew she often did her shop T on a Thursday as well, so I went off and did my shop W thinking I could go back to her house when I’d finished and she’d probably be back. She wasn’t. I know where her in-laws live so I went round there hoping that either (a) she was there or (b) they could phone and find out where she was (don’t forget, I didn’t have my mobile so no phone numbers). They weren’t home. I decided to go back to M’s in case her shop T had taken her longer than anticipated. On the way I went past a phone box so I stopped to call the husband to ask him to call his parents - my other option would be to go to them (40 minute drive) to get…. another spare key to our house! I got his answerphone. Obviously it would have been pointless to leave a message as I didn’t know when he’d pick it up and I couldn’t spend that long waiting in the phone box. Back off to M’s house to discover that she still wasn’t there.
It was at this point that I had a bit of a brain wave when I remembered that a mutual friend of ours lived just down the road and would be working from home today so the chances of her being at home were high. She was indeed there and called M (who was treacherously doing her shopping in a different shop - shop S). It was 11am by this time and time for the boy to have a milk feed. Fortunately mutual friend took pity on me and let me sit in her front room while she continued with her work. Now, you may at this point remember the nappy bag. It was extremely fortunate that I had that with me because I always carry a carton of formula and a steri-bottle (for those of you not in the know, a sealed, sterile, disposable plastic bottle for feeding) in case of emergencies. Had I not had that, the boy would have been very hungry indeed.
M got back at midday and duly arrived with a key. It didn’t look familiar to me but it was a long time ago that I gave her the spare so I took it and went home.
It wasn’t my door key.
I headed back to M’s house in a bit of a cold sweat. As I turned into her street, bless her, she was turning the corner out of her street heading to the girl’s nursery (where she thought I would be heading as it was by now 12.20 and I had to pick up the girl at 1) with another key. I zoomed off home and thankfully this was the correct key. I chucked all the cold shopping in the fridge and legged it to nursery to get the girl. I got there just in time.
All of which is a very long winded way of saying that I’ve had a rubbish day (lets just say “knock on effect” for the afternoon and oh, there goes my day) and I haven’t taken any pictures! Here’s one of the girl when she was 4 months old in my favourite vest of hers - I didn’t take this one but it’s such a great picture that it seems a shame not to share.
I was wrong when I said that flowers were the prettiest things in my garden.
We’ve lived in this house for 4 years and this is the first time this bush has flowered. More pretty flowers in our garden and more opportunities to use the macro function on my camera. I think I like this function.
I bought a mini trampoline to try and get fit. The theory being if it’s fun I might do it regularly. What I hadn’t bargained for (and why this didn’t occur to me I’ll never know) was that if I think it’s fun then other people will too.
She’s been on it more than me so far.
The husband treated himself to a new BBQ (well, it wasn’t really a treat, the old one was definitely not in working order so a new one was needed). He ordered it online along with a cover for it. He got an email last week saying that part of his order had despatched and we assumed it was the cover as the website had said that the BBQ would take 3/4 weeks. Imagine our surprise when it was the BBQ that turned up. Thank goodness the weather was good enough for him to have a practise with it this weekend - there may have been an upset otherwise!
It was my birthday yesterday and we had a nice but nothing unusual kind of day. Today, as my birthday treat, the husb took me to Ascot Races and a fabulous day was had by both of us. We left the girl and the boy with their grandparents and I think they all had a lovely day too.
None of the pictures I took were spectacular but I like this one for the amusing bit that you probably can’t make out! Right in the middle of Ascot Racecourse (just above and a tiny bit to the left of the big screen) you might be able to see some white things. The biggish square white thing is a score board for a cricket pitch and they were actually playing cricket there today!
This is the prettiest flower in the garden at the moment.
Well, at least he knows where the spoon goes. Weaning is a very slow and steady process with the boy. Odd, I thought he’d take to it really quickly. Just goes to show that whatever you think your children will do, they’ll usually do the opposite!
Humour me for a minute - I thought he looked a bit James Bond-ish in this picture (or perhaps just a bit cross).
I was busy working away on the laptop (ok, surfing), when I suddenly realised that the bundle of energy and noise at my feet had gone ominously quiet. I love it when he sleeps. Awake he never stops moving so to see such calm is lovely.
