On Thursday night I had a gorgeous evening with Jo, Annette, Tom and Ramesh. Jo had one night in Geordie land left and was spending it at Annettes, which meant, ofcourse, that Annette was cooking. She is a fab cook and comes up with the most wonderful of dishes, mainly of Swiss origin, but lets just say Yummy sums up almost everything she prepares.
Wine and conversation flowed and it was great to spend an evening relaxing in Adult company. Tom gave me a lift home and I ended up sat on my couch, wondering who I could call. Tracy Pearl was the poor bugger who got my late night drunken ramblings. But this once it gave out to good things and he decided he was stressed and needed to get out of London and where better to de-stress than my house that has a thousand and one chores to keep him busy.
Friday passed in a blur as I prepared the leaving party for Jo and Naiomi, Annette and Orla turned up at 3ish and willingly ate the burnt chicken curry I had prepared for her - god Im such a domestic goddess. Ruth arrived with Josh and was closely followed by Fiona with THomas. Due to painting and final preparations Jo didnt actually arrive till 4.30ish, but the kids didnt seem to mind and we mommies filled up on coffee and snacks. Lets just say there were tears and sad farewells as Jo left. She has become such an important part of our lives that we are all gong to miss her so much.
Annette and Ruth helped me tidy a lot of the mess away, but signs of toddler chaos still remained as I headed off to meet Tracy. Im getting so much better at the anal problem, it really didnt bother me that there was mess all over the floor and chaos reigned, this is how I live now, love me, love my mess.
Anyway we had a very pleasant evening drinking wine and chatting. We watched Children in need, waiting for the QI bit, but it didnt show so we headed off to bed for a good nights sleep.
Dylan got me up with the birds Saturday morning and I allowed him to go in and jump on Tracy - Im breaking him in on the fun of kids (Tracy not Dylan). Unable to stop Tracy from whirlwinding I targeted him towards my TV, which he fixed - I can now record - Yipeee! Keefe picked up Dylan and Tracy took me away to "Sing and sign".
After my sessions were done we headed off for a walk around Whitley bay, then drove through to the Silverlink for something to eat. We then headed into the Cinema to watch a lovely film called "Stardust", funny, entertaining and most enjoyable. More wine, food and conversations and the evening passed in a most enjoyable way.
Sunday morning I woke feeling that I had achieved the impossible I had had Tracy Pearl come to stay and not had him running round my house fixing things.... that was until I mentioned that I wanted to pop into B&Q to price up a kitchen work top. We needed to make space for the mini dishwasher I had aquired from Freecycle. Tracy pointed out one wee flaw in my plan "It wouldnt fit", but in usual Whirlwind style he came up with another solution and we ended up moving the washer into the downstairs toilet and connecting the dishwasher up into the place it had vacated. Whoosh - it was done!
I took Tracy off to mums for Sunday lunch/dinner and then with minutes to spare put him on the Metro to head off for the train.
As I fell back onto the sofa I laughingly said to dad "God I need a break". But, as with H's visit it was wonderful to see him and Im now full of smiles and good cheer.
Sunday, November 18, 2007
Saturday, November 10, 2007
Baby loves boobies.
Dylan has obviously figured out that my boobs are going. He has spent the last few mornings waking up and gently stroking my boobs, not in some strange pervy type way, just an "I love you mamma" way.
This morning he woke up, rolled over and kissed my left boob, he giggled, then blew the biggest raspberry I have ever heard on the same boob.
God I love him!
Not being able to hold him, pick him up, play with him for the two weeks following the operation is going to be so hard. I only hope he doesnt have a strange reaction to the operation and decide Im not his mummy.
God now there is a nightmare worth having.
This morning he woke up, rolled over and kissed my left boob, he giggled, then blew the biggest raspberry I have ever heard on the same boob.
God I love him!
Not being able to hold him, pick him up, play with him for the two weeks following the operation is going to be so hard. I only hope he doesnt have a strange reaction to the operation and decide Im not his mummy.
God now there is a nightmare worth having.
Thursday, November 08, 2007
End of an Era - almost
Today a crowd of us met up at Kiki's - a gorgeous soft play facility in Northshields. Why - well to say a formal goodbye to Jo and Naomi. Yes our group is being split up. Jo, Ramesh and Naomi are leaving for Coventry - its all Ramesh's fault - his contract as Resident up here is over and now he has to go and be a Dr somewhere else. Just not fair.
Anyway - I hold in my anger (smile) and will return to the morning of celebration. Ruth and Josh kindly came and picked me and Dylan up, still not driving, still very annoying. Josh is lovely and his language skills are great. Ruth thinks he is far more tempermental than Dylan but I think he is just different.
We headed into the cabin, fighting the wind, and met up with all the girls and babies - sorry toddlers. Kiki's is such a gas. The little ones can run round like mad dervishes, its a totally soft and safe environment.
I have to admit though that as one of the girls, Ruby, was running round I noticed an older man following..I'd never seen him before so kept an eye on him. Ruby ran up to the bouncy castle area and he followed her. So that was me, following him -instantly fearing that something nasty was happening. I got to the Bouncy castle area and kept a careful eye on Ruby. It was only when Ruby called the strange man Granddad did I back off laughing at myself. I went and told Susan, Ruby's mum, and she found it hilarious that I thought her dad was a perv....
After running, climbing, sliding, jumping we all headed into the party area where the kids were treated to chicken bits, chips, sausage rolls and other party goodies. Annette made a gorgeous speech - which brought on the tears - and then presented Jo with a collation of photo's of Naomi, Jo and all their friends. Annette had gone to Asda and got them to put it into book form. If you want a present a totally great idea. A oil painting of Tynemouth Longsands, the beach we played on. And finally a cake with sheep on. Jo is mad about sheep. Tears were cried and hugs abound. I know we are going to see Jo and Naomi over the next week, but it suddenly dawned on me that she is leaving for real.
Its been an honour to be one of Jo's friends. She is such a gorgeously open person, who listens, laughs and loves freely. She is down to earth, easy to talk to and a joy to be with. We have gone through child birth and the following months, years of difficulties, she is one of my unique friends. Naomi is one of Dylan's first friends, I hope time and distance will not stop this friendship from continuing. There are only the 5 of us who have shared this experience and it seems so sad for one of my NTC friends to be leaving me.
Anyway - I hold in my anger (smile) and will return to the morning of celebration. Ruth and Josh kindly came and picked me and Dylan up, still not driving, still very annoying. Josh is lovely and his language skills are great. Ruth thinks he is far more tempermental than Dylan but I think he is just different.
We headed into the cabin, fighting the wind, and met up with all the girls and babies - sorry toddlers. Kiki's is such a gas. The little ones can run round like mad dervishes, its a totally soft and safe environment.
I have to admit though that as one of the girls, Ruby, was running round I noticed an older man following..I'd never seen him before so kept an eye on him. Ruby ran up to the bouncy castle area and he followed her. So that was me, following him -instantly fearing that something nasty was happening. I got to the Bouncy castle area and kept a careful eye on Ruby. It was only when Ruby called the strange man Granddad did I back off laughing at myself. I went and told Susan, Ruby's mum, and she found it hilarious that I thought her dad was a perv....
After running, climbing, sliding, jumping we all headed into the party area where the kids were treated to chicken bits, chips, sausage rolls and other party goodies. Annette made a gorgeous speech - which brought on the tears - and then presented Jo with a collation of photo's of Naomi, Jo and all their friends. Annette had gone to Asda and got them to put it into book form. If you want a present a totally great idea. A oil painting of Tynemouth Longsands, the beach we played on. And finally a cake with sheep on. Jo is mad about sheep. Tears were cried and hugs abound. I know we are going to see Jo and Naomi over the next week, but it suddenly dawned on me that she is leaving for real.
Its been an honour to be one of Jo's friends. She is such a gorgeously open person, who listens, laughs and loves freely. She is down to earth, easy to talk to and a joy to be with. We have gone through child birth and the following months, years of difficulties, she is one of my unique friends. Naomi is one of Dylan's first friends, I hope time and distance will not stop this friendship from continuing. There are only the 5 of us who have shared this experience and it seems so sad for one of my NTC friends to be leaving me.
Monday, November 05, 2007
Boobs are going.
Yes, I'm so excited, received a call from the hospital and my op is set for the 4th December. I go in at 7.30am, 24hrs later I will be a much smaller chested bird. Goodbye 34JJ hello DD's.
I'm nervous, will it change me, or will I get back the confidence I used to have. The idea of being able to run without pain, sleep on my stomach, carry Dylan properly. No more backache, shopping could be fun (nah that's just not going to happen). My life is going to change, my perspective on me will change...
I'm just bouncing with joy!
I'm nervous, will it change me, or will I get back the confidence I used to have. The idea of being able to run without pain, sleep on my stomach, carry Dylan properly. No more backache, shopping could be fun (nah that's just not going to happen). My life is going to change, my perspective on me will change...
I'm just bouncing with joy!
Sunday, November 04, 2007
Hooch came a visiting
Its been six years 1 month and two weeks since the Hooch travelled north to play in my neck of the woods. I spent the afternoon doing my usual house preps, which were undermined by a midget with yoghurt and toys. In my new "Monica no more" mode I relaxed knowing that H wasnt coming to visit a clean house, she was coming to visit ME... oh and Dylan.
Cause I cant drive at the moment Keefe picked up me and the wee man and we headed off to the airport. I took Dylan into the arrivals area and we waited, I thought the plane was delayed but luckily it was on time (must be a first for Sleezy Jet) and within moments there she was all in black, fur trimmed collar and three inch heels striding through the doors and beeming. Dylan hid behind my legs and peered at her intently.
We picked up my car from mums and dads and headed back to my hovel. Its strange how I get nervous when I bring someone to my home, its not plush, not well decorated but its clean and its mine. Helen did the best thing possible, walked in, took off her boots and lit up a fag, whilst standing by the back door. Dylan was put to bed and I cracked open the cider for Madam Hooch and the wine for me. The evening was spent chatting and catching up and dissing my itinery of shopping and site seeing. Not that I was all that worried, Im not a shopper and a very poor tourist guide.
We hit the sack with alcohol and bonhomie in our veins.
Saturday morning arrived and at 6.30am Dylan arose, I attempted to creep out of bed and get him downstairs without too much noise but H was awake (yes, read it and be amazed). Dylan was still very reticent, but was slowly won over with a huge bagpuss and a Thorntons chocolate lolly.
We had breakfast - fags and coffee. Caught up on whats what, whose who and when was when. We attempted to get Dylan interested in Bagpuss but he was more interested in not eating his breakfast and sly flirting with H. H eagerly (cough) enrolled as my carer for Dylan whilst I did sing and sign, so we set off with the car packed up. Dylan apparently did little more than stuff toys that shouldnt go into other toys and tell H they were either "stuck" or "broked". After two hours of singing on my part and looking after Dylan on Helens I left the centre feeling refreshed and alive, H looked like she had spent two hours with 20 children. Fags and coffee soon put here right.
Dylan was shipped of to the caravan with Keefe and H and I headed into Whitley Bay for a late lunch and a view of the local shops. H has a reputation as a "shopper" but, please forgive me for saying this H, she isnt really. She just likes a bloody good bargain. We ended up spending a huge £10.00 on two pairs of pj bottoms. Bright red with spots on. The evening was a cocophany of perfection. Indian, Alcohol, two DVD's ("Notes on a Scandal" and the gorgeous "Love Actually"). Eyebrows plucked and face packs applied the evening passed with chat and laughter.
Sunday morning was a lazy affair, breakfast - smoothies, coffee and fags - and a film - "Sharks tale". We then went and picked up Dylan from Keefe, who is suffering with his eyes, popped in on mum and then headed home for half an hours relax before heading down to the airport.
Because of the ten min drop off rule it was a quick hug, big goodbyes and we left Hooch sauntering in fur trimmed coat and three inch heels with dolly trolly heading into the departure lounge. I think I got to the first roundabout before bursting into tears.
Having friends come visit is so bloody wonderful, it fills up your life with memories of things gone by and renews the joy of friendship. Some people I know dont particuarly like having guests but I do. I hate it when friends leave, I always feel so lonely, as if Im missing something. So Im sitting here smoking the fags Hooch left me and drinking the last can of cider, pretending she has just gone to the toilet.
How very, very sad! I had a wonderful weekend and hope that it wont be another six years, 1 month and two weeks before she comes back.
Cause I cant drive at the moment Keefe picked up me and the wee man and we headed off to the airport. I took Dylan into the arrivals area and we waited, I thought the plane was delayed but luckily it was on time (must be a first for Sleezy Jet) and within moments there she was all in black, fur trimmed collar and three inch heels striding through the doors and beeming. Dylan hid behind my legs and peered at her intently.
We picked up my car from mums and dads and headed back to my hovel. Its strange how I get nervous when I bring someone to my home, its not plush, not well decorated but its clean and its mine. Helen did the best thing possible, walked in, took off her boots and lit up a fag, whilst standing by the back door. Dylan was put to bed and I cracked open the cider for Madam Hooch and the wine for me. The evening was spent chatting and catching up and dissing my itinery of shopping and site seeing. Not that I was all that worried, Im not a shopper and a very poor tourist guide.
We hit the sack with alcohol and bonhomie in our veins.
Saturday morning arrived and at 6.30am Dylan arose, I attempted to creep out of bed and get him downstairs without too much noise but H was awake (yes, read it and be amazed). Dylan was still very reticent, but was slowly won over with a huge bagpuss and a Thorntons chocolate lolly.
We had breakfast - fags and coffee. Caught up on whats what, whose who and when was when. We attempted to get Dylan interested in Bagpuss but he was more interested in not eating his breakfast and sly flirting with H. H eagerly (cough) enrolled as my carer for Dylan whilst I did sing and sign, so we set off with the car packed up. Dylan apparently did little more than stuff toys that shouldnt go into other toys and tell H they were either "stuck" or "broked". After two hours of singing on my part and looking after Dylan on Helens I left the centre feeling refreshed and alive, H looked like she had spent two hours with 20 children. Fags and coffee soon put here right.
Dylan was shipped of to the caravan with Keefe and H and I headed into Whitley Bay for a late lunch and a view of the local shops. H has a reputation as a "shopper" but, please forgive me for saying this H, she isnt really. She just likes a bloody good bargain. We ended up spending a huge £10.00 on two pairs of pj bottoms. Bright red with spots on. The evening was a cocophany of perfection. Indian, Alcohol, two DVD's ("Notes on a Scandal" and the gorgeous "Love Actually"). Eyebrows plucked and face packs applied the evening passed with chat and laughter.
Sunday morning was a lazy affair, breakfast - smoothies, coffee and fags - and a film - "Sharks tale". We then went and picked up Dylan from Keefe, who is suffering with his eyes, popped in on mum and then headed home for half an hours relax before heading down to the airport.
Because of the ten min drop off rule it was a quick hug, big goodbyes and we left Hooch sauntering in fur trimmed coat and three inch heels with dolly trolly heading into the departure lounge. I think I got to the first roundabout before bursting into tears.
Having friends come visit is so bloody wonderful, it fills up your life with memories of things gone by and renews the joy of friendship. Some people I know dont particuarly like having guests but I do. I hate it when friends leave, I always feel so lonely, as if Im missing something. So Im sitting here smoking the fags Hooch left me and drinking the last can of cider, pretending she has just gone to the toilet.
How very, very sad! I had a wonderful weekend and hope that it wont be another six years, 1 month and two weeks before she comes back.
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