I do love the Fisher Price Jumperoo for the 5 minutes it gives me to go to the loo or make a coffee but why must it be so UGLY and LOUD?! Even without the god awful sound effects turned on, it makes such a racket when the baby jumps up and down in it.
And it’s not just this toy, it’s most toys. Most of the awful plastic ones that my kids seem to gravitate towards anyway. I try to guide them towards the lovely wooden Brio type but massive plastic fire engines (yes complete with a ner naw sound) win out every time in this house.
These kids just have no taste!
Omar used to eat anything and everything. When he was weaning I made some repulsive concoctions and he gobbled it all up. Then when he turned 2 he suddenly got fussy and started slowly eliminating vegetables from his diet. Now the only veg he’ll entertain are carrots and sweetcorn. Luckily he still eats all fruit and salad but it really winds me up that I have to hide peas and broccoli in his meals to get greens into him.
Has anyone got any tips on how to get him to start enjoying veg again? The health visitor advocated the hiding method and said it’s very common for children to become fussy around his age but I really want to nip it in the bud.
I’m pretty sure my husband doesn’t help matters by supplying him with his favourite stinky cheese and onion crisps on a regular basis either. Grr.
My big boy has gone off to sleep at his nannie’s, so I took the opportunity to get a manicure (the pincer nails had to go) with just the baby in tow (luckily he slept for most of the time) and then once he was in bed for the night I got cosy in my bed with Russell’s book.
The inspiration for both the manicure and the reading of a non-children’s book came from my absolute favourite blogger, Cash Carraway (The Comeback Mum) who posted her fancy nails and book of choice on Instagram and made me all envious. If you haven’t already, please check out her blog. It’s everything I want from a blog – honest, funny, sad, beautifully written and with some great beauty recommendations chucked in to boot.
Anyway, I’m so pleased with my nails and my brain feels more alive from just having spent a little bit of time reading something for me. I love my kids with all my heart but I’m so glad of some relaxation time when I manage to get it.
I persuaded my mum to let me take her photo for Project 366. But she didn’t like any of the pictures I took so I downloaded an app called Perfect365 and airbrushed her! With one tap the app gave her a full face of make up (she was wearing none) and whitened her teeth! Who knew this was possible?! What a time to be alive!
Anyway, this is my good old (airbrushed) mum and she’s golden. She’s the main reason I can’t move away from this little town I live in. She helps a lot with childcare and my boys would miss her so much if we moved away. As would I.
Plus, on the day I took this photo she paid me two compliments. 1 – she told me she’d read some of my blog and enjoyed it and some parts made her laugh. 2 – she said my hair never looks greasy. I was overjoyed to receive both counts of such praise! (Although deep down I know she’s biased about the blog and my hair looks like an oil slick half the time.)
Like all mums with their kids, mine does my head in sometimes but I know I’m so lucky to have her so close by. She’s a genuinely kind person and she’s put up with a lot of crap from me over the years. She’s one in a million.
I didn’t appreciate what she had done for me or what she felt for me until I became a mother myself and when that feeling hit me I instantly felt racked with guilt for all the worry I’ve put her through and all the times I’d been a total cow.
If you’re stalking me again, sorry mum. Sorry for all the terrible behaviour. And thank you. Thank you for never disowning me and doing me loads of favours all the time and basically keeping my life ticking over.
Some of my friends have been less fortunate than me on the mum front and it’s so sad that some women are blessed with children they don’t value. The damage a crappy parent can do is immeasurable. But on the flip side, those friends are amazing mums themselves, determined that their kids will have much lovelier childhoods than they did.
Here’s to my mum and all the other mums who do their best.
Zaki. Does. Not. Sleep. Honestly, he hardly ever sleeps. I’ve never heard of a baby like it. This photo was taken at 10pm and he was showing no signs of going off to the land of nod anytime soon. I finally got him to sleep at 11.30pm but he was awake again at 2am for 2 hours.
In the daytime he barely naps, in fact he naps less than his 2 year old brother! I’ve tried to make him nap more because I’ve heard that ‘the more they sleep, the more they sleep’, but it didn’t work. I’ve tried to make him last the day with no sleep at all and that didn’t work either.
He’s never grumpy from being over-tired, never cries because he wants to go to sleep. If I didn’t rock him for an hour and force him to drift off I don’t think he’d ever actually sleep!
Has anyone else had a baby like this? Was there any reason behind it? I just don’t understand it. Sleep is the best, sleep is my favourite, why won’t he sleep?!
I blame Instagram for this whole sorry ordeal. I see amazing photos on there every day of families having lovely times in various lovely places with their lovely children. All so happy. All so calm. Ha ha ha, how they all laugh and frolick! Such fun!
Cut to me bundling the kids into the car, wellies packed, picnic sorted, we’re going to the beach, we’re going to have a nice time. Such fun!
Although it was January, the weather was very mild and the tide was out. Perfect. Omar could burn off some energy running on the sand, eat his picnic and then get home exhausted enough to want an early night.
I managed to get him and the pram onto the sand then let go of his hand and let him run. Here’s what went down.
Basically, he gravitated towards a huge pool of water under the pier and more or less had a swim whilst simultaneously whinging because it was freezing and manky. I then had to wade in and drag him out because despite the whinging he refused to get up.
Obviously feeling he wasn’t in quite enough of a mess he then rolled around in the sand to ensure his soaking clothes were also caked in the stuff. Again, he refused to get up so I had to wrestle him and the pram to the car.
We got home and I was the only exhausted one. Instagram lies.
Today I finally sorted out the box of things from when Zaki was in intensive care. They’ve been packed away ever since we got home and I know it sounds silly but I couldn’t bring myself to go through them, the thought of it made me feel hot and sick. I think I didn’t want to go back there emotionally and I was worried that seeing his clothes and all the other bits and bobs from that time would take me straight back.
It wasn’t as bad as I thought though and I’m glad I’ve finally done it.
I jazzed Zaki’s hospital cot up with that cloud garland and those mittens were a gift from a very good friend, who crocheted them herself. The soft toy was one of many I ordered from John Lewis while sat at his bedside because I was fretting his cot looked bare compared to the other babies. Seems ridiculous now.
So that’s my photo for today. Think yourself lucky it’s not another sleeping kid shot!