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A photo of my child every week for a year… Someone’s changed…a lot!

Blog block…

I have hit a little hump, I am out of ideas! I have absolutely loved writing my little posts everyweek for the past year and a half but I have come to a point where I don’t just want to blog for the sake of blogging – I want to have something useful and interesting to say.

Currently my life consists of toddler days, work days, family days, eating and sleeping. There is not much room in this mix for Han days and hence not much content for this merry old blog – there are only so many times that I can talk about how much my life has changed since having little miss s. It’s strange because I seem to have reached the point where my old life is so far away that its not featured anymore – this is my life from now on in, and in a funny old way I feel more fulfilled by my mixed up world than ever before.

Going forward I need to write about things that are important to me, it may sound daft and a little small minded but this means me and my family – I also hope that I can remain honest with everyone. I read a lot of blogs and find myself envying these women’s lives – they are beautiful and always immaculate, don’t work but yet always seem to have money, they never have a bad child day and always get on with their husbands… Now what is up with that?! Can their lives really be this perfect or is this a vision they portray through their words and pictures, are they omitting the crap?

I can only be honest, I am not very good at hiding my true feelings and as you know am a bit of a sharer… So nope I don’t look beautiful everyday (I try once in a while) yes I do go out with snot on my jumper, little miss s does get told off and does occasionally go to bed without brushing her teeth. I used to be so jealous of Dan going to work that I got myself a job… Now I want to stay home with the monster! I can’t make a decision without running it by both Dan and my sister and now even little miss s. We argue, we are married and no life is not always rosey and yep it is flipping hard work, we have no house and had to sell Jean Claud… but we are making it work (seriously house-sharing with the folks is the way forward, half the chores and double the babysitting!)

And to top it off the first thing I do every morning is check Facebook – I need to get a life! It goes to show that the ‘blog world’ is great but you must remember to take everything with a pinch of salt and try to remember to live rather than thinking about blogging about life… Experience it first.

I have also just noticed that I managed to ramble on a whole blog about how I had run out of things to blog about… Ironic eh?!

my world x

spring has sprung – if only for a day!

<a Dan was watching the baby…

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A photo of my child once a week, this week we co-bathed! Just chillin with the bestie x

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A photo of my child every week for a year… Her favourite place in the world, driving Trever with Pop x

Tonight is my night bro!

You know that film ‘Twins’ staring Danny Devito and Arny when Danny sings ‘tonight is your night bro, tonight is your night bro’ (well maybe not, but I’m a twin so I was made to watch that film… We argued over who was the runt!!) well I have been singing that all day for tonight… I am alone and I am soo excited and happy about it, don’t get me wrong I love my family and company but I haven’t had a night in on my lonesome for like forever!

My evening has consisted of waving off the folks (yes living with the folks at the mo, but that is sooo another post!) putting little miss s to bed and doing whatever I want.

I have put on the let it all hang loose clothes, taken off the bra.. (Some serious chilling going on here tonight)…

I am prepared, I have treated myself to a meal for one, profiteroles, and mojitos in a can (x2)

Sat infront of the telly… And I am not moving.

And I don’t feel sad or lazy at all – well I didn’t until I heard a commotion outside and went to investigate and spied (literally curtain twitching) some locals on what looked like the funniest pub crawl ever… They were literally crawling to the next pub down the road – and then yes I did feel a bit sad!

And it’s only 9.30pm I am soooo rocking this for another few hours, well I do have another mojito in a can left!

Happy Saturday night all xx

Oh and to start if of nicely I did this to my kid… (Don’t worry she enjoyed it and they weren’t stuck to skin!)

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A photo of my child every week for a year… Totally her daddy’s daughter, Bugby!

Wobbly Boobies…

As many of you will already have gathered… I like to talk, a lot! The only time I can recall being quiet for any length of time was the 6 hours I was in hard core labor… and Dan loved it. And it seems  I have passed over the non stop chatter box award to the one and only little miss s – well there was a 50 50 chance of either the silent moody type or the talk until to drop type!

So little miss s has been vocal for a while, however nowadays it doesn’t stop… seriously it starts at 6.30am with Mummy, Mummy, Muuuuuummmmyyyyy we then go back to mummy’s bed and its Peppa, Peppa, Peppa (cue the i-phone and tv catch up app!) Today was a perfect example of how my little angel is growing up and become the most determined little person, and she’s making sure to be vocal about it. We went swimming and it was going ‘swimmingly!’ (sorry couldn’t help myself) until the little madame decided to shout ‘Boobies Boobies at the top of her voice whilst proceeding to poke me in the breast area, and it didn’t get any better as they became ‘Wobbly Boobies’ in the changing room (at that point I gave her food to be quiet)

‘No’ is another firm favourite which we heard a lot of today, along with ‘What’ seriously I was asking her a question from the other room and all I get back is ‘What’ – when did she become a teenager?!?!?! I have a feeling karma is coming into play, I was the worst teenager ever and even nicknamed Kevin by my parents (as in Kevin and Perry, not good!) The disagreements didn’t stop there, when I told her that Daddy was at work she replied, ‘No Mummy, Daddy Bugby’ – apparently my husband is at Rugby more than work…the girls pretty clued up!

Life will never be the same, little miss s has found her voice and I have a feeling it’s just going to get more interesting, a few other of my favourites are below – it’s so nice to recall them whilst she’s soundly sleeping, roll on 6.30am and Mummy, Mum, Muuummmyyy…

-       Oh Dear : total giveaway that she’s done something wrong

-       Wow : a classic when said after the waitress has placed down the desert!

-       No : like always!

-       Dude : only allowed when she has her shades on

-       Allys House : she loves her child minder and wants to go everyday!

-       Go Boys! : she shouts this everytime we watch ‘Bugby’

-       Bugger : to be fair she’s trying to say Babushka (Pops Russian Doll)

-       Diddy, Book, Bed : the perfect bedtime routine, she tell us what she wants

-       Titty and Jew : her affectionate names for Auntie K and Uncle J

-       Ahhhhhhhhh : for the length of a tunnel (Mummy joins in on this one too)

A rare moment of silent reflection