Tuesday, December 30, 2008
Saturday, December 20, 2008
The Goose is getting fat...
Yes, yes, Christmas is coming, and yes the goose is getting fat, Ive been desperately trying to reign in the Christmas madness.
"No mum, we do not need beef, turkey, ham and pork on Christmas day. No mum cooking dozens of mince pies is not necessary to our happiness. No mum I dont think we need a starter, a main course, a desert, christmas pudding and cheese, surely just the main meal, mince pies (cause no one likes Christmas pudding) and cheese is more than enough".
Dylan's present pile has increased with each passing day, and there is a small element of shame that fills me, is this all necessary. As a child I remember such fun Christmases, yes we had presents, but did we have this much stuff! Probably, but it still feels like too much.
Am I being unrealistic to want a nice family day, with a few gifts, that are wanted, not that are brought for the sake of buying something. I want to spend time with my parents and my gorgous boy. Is it too much to ask!
Am I being a kill joy?
"No mum, we do not need beef, turkey, ham and pork on Christmas day. No mum cooking dozens of mince pies is not necessary to our happiness. No mum I dont think we need a starter, a main course, a desert, christmas pudding and cheese, surely just the main meal, mince pies (cause no one likes Christmas pudding) and cheese is more than enough".
Dylan's present pile has increased with each passing day, and there is a small element of shame that fills me, is this all necessary. As a child I remember such fun Christmases, yes we had presents, but did we have this much stuff! Probably, but it still feels like too much.
Am I being unrealistic to want a nice family day, with a few gifts, that are wanted, not that are brought for the sake of buying something. I want to spend time with my parents and my gorgous boy. Is it too much to ask!
Am I being a kill joy?
Saturday, December 13, 2008
Christmas Fayre
Because the nursery has been so fantastic over the last couple of months with mums various hospital appointments and crappy illnesses I volunteered to Victoria a non gratis session at the Christmas Fayre. I was actually pretty nervous because Ive only done three Christmas sessions and I only got the training video last week from Jane, but I'd promised and a promise is a promise.
Mum and dad came with Dylan and I. Dad took the photo's, mum entertained Dylan with painting, visiting Santa Claus and playing with Baby Jesus and I entertained the hordes...
Mum and dad came with Dylan and I. Dad took the photo's, mum entertained Dylan with painting, visiting Santa Claus and playing with Baby Jesus and I entertained the hordes...
Friday, December 12, 2008
Dylan's First Nativity Play
I couldnt believe it, today was really lovely, he joined in, he danced and he sat, quiet without singing, when they were expected to.
To see a larger image, just click on the collage.
It was a really lovely half an hour, and I know its really mumsie, but I WAS SOOOO PROUD - and yes, before anyone asks I cried.
To see a larger image, just click on the collage.
It was a really lovely half an hour, and I know its really mumsie, but I WAS SOOOO PROUD - and yes, before anyone asks I cried.
Friday, December 05, 2008
Dont put your son on the stage Mrs Browning....
Oh my dear, well what can one say...
Its all been a very stressful few weeks. Dylan, whilst enjoying much of his new nursery room has apparently had some teething problems.
Hmmm - today cheryl, caterpillars room leader approached me when I picked Dylan up.
"Shannon, we have a slight problem with Dylan".
"Oh, what? Is everything ok".
"Oh yes, everything is fine" reassuring smile. "Its just that he is getting a little bit distressed when we are doing the rehearsals for the nativity play.
I laughed, "He's not jumping up and singing "I wanta move it, move it?"
"Well yes, he is, but we keep trying to make him sit still and thats what's distressing him. We might have to bring him out to you when we do the play, I just didnt want you to worry!"
Worry!
My god, does this mean my child is going to be a stageaphobe.
Actually that wasnt what my initial thought was, but those who know Keefe and I and know we have both stomped upon the boards we loving call AmDram, it was a slight niggle thought in the back of my mind - NOT REALLY, well maybe a little!
"Oh OK, no problems" I said and giggled.
I went home and told mum and dad and Keefe, who all said "Dylan, stage shy - NEVER!!".
Whatcha gonna do... force the issue? Damn right I am, now where are those dress up clothes!!!
Its all been a very stressful few weeks. Dylan, whilst enjoying much of his new nursery room has apparently had some teething problems.
Hmmm - today cheryl, caterpillars room leader approached me when I picked Dylan up.
"Shannon, we have a slight problem with Dylan".
"Oh, what? Is everything ok".
"Oh yes, everything is fine" reassuring smile. "Its just that he is getting a little bit distressed when we are doing the rehearsals for the nativity play.
I laughed, "He's not jumping up and singing "I wanta move it, move it?"
"Well yes, he is, but we keep trying to make him sit still and thats what's distressing him. We might have to bring him out to you when we do the play, I just didnt want you to worry!"
Worry!
My god, does this mean my child is going to be a stageaphobe.
Actually that wasnt what my initial thought was, but those who know Keefe and I and know we have both stomped upon the boards we loving call AmDram, it was a slight niggle thought in the back of my mind - NOT REALLY, well maybe a little!
"Oh OK, no problems" I said and giggled.
I went home and told mum and dad and Keefe, who all said "Dylan, stage shy - NEVER!!".
Whatcha gonna do... force the issue? Damn right I am, now where are those dress up clothes!!!
Saturday, November 22, 2008
Moving up to Caterpillars
A week or so ago Dylan's Key worker, Vicky, said that Dylan was going to be "popping" into the next room up - the Caterpillars room, this is for children 2yrs and 9 months to 4years - he wouldn't be going up till after Christmas but it was going to be an introduction.
At the end of last week Vicky and Sally, the Tweenies room leader, had a chat with me to say that they thought he and Jamie, Dylan's friend were ready and happy to move up right then and there....
Oh my goodness...
He's moving up to the big boys room...
My baby is no longer a baby!!!
At the end of last week Vicky and Sally, the Tweenies room leader, had a chat with me to say that they thought he and Jamie, Dylan's friend were ready and happy to move up right then and there....
Oh my goodness...
He's moving up to the big boys room...
My baby is no longer a baby!!!
Friday, November 21, 2008
Cough colds and works of art.
Dylan and I have both been infected with various bugs that have caused us to snot, to cough, to poop or to spew, gorgeous in our total illness!
The other night, after 3 consecutive nights without sleep due to Dylans coughing, my coughing, Dylans sickness and my toilet runs, I couldnt find the energy to get out of the bed to hack up my snot. (I can hear Helen gagging) So in my lazy ugness I coughed up a small gold mine and spat it into my empty water glass.
Im sorry, its revolting I know, but I really couldnt drag my sorry ass out of bed to get to the toilet for more toilet roll.
Anyway, reveling in my revoltingness I did this about six times through the night.
The morning dawned and I reminded myself that I needed to clean the glass out, I went to brush my teeth and heard Dylan humming to himself. Ahhh I thought, I wonder what he is doing...
I walked back down the hall to see Dylan holding my glass, with his fingers splayed, covered in snot "Look mummy" he said "Im drawning"....
Gag - I think I may be creating the next Damien Hurts!!
The other night, after 3 consecutive nights without sleep due to Dylans coughing, my coughing, Dylans sickness and my toilet runs, I couldnt find the energy to get out of the bed to hack up my snot. (I can hear Helen gagging) So in my lazy ugness I coughed up a small gold mine and spat it into my empty water glass.
Im sorry, its revolting I know, but I really couldnt drag my sorry ass out of bed to get to the toilet for more toilet roll.
Anyway, reveling in my revoltingness I did this about six times through the night.
The morning dawned and I reminded myself that I needed to clean the glass out, I went to brush my teeth and heard Dylan humming to himself. Ahhh I thought, I wonder what he is doing...
I walked back down the hall to see Dylan holding my glass, with his fingers splayed, covered in snot "Look mummy" he said "Im drawning"....
Gag - I think I may be creating the next Damien Hurts!!
Saturday, October 25, 2008
Bev turns 40
Simon, Bev's gorgeous husband contacted me a while back to help organise a party for his beloved wife.
This weekend was the party weekend. I finished sing and sign, got into the car and drove over to Garstang, Preston. It was a horrible drive, wet, windy and full of bloody drivers who drove at 50 miles an hour.
I finally got the Simon and Bev's about 4o'clock. It was going to be a surprise party, but those who know and love Bev know that its just not possible to do surprise anything where she is concerned. So there was no need for pretenses, I turned up and after hugs and tea, chatting with Bev and Lynne, thier house mate, Simon and I set off to the venue to set it up.
Candles, baloon and embarrassing pictures in place we returned home to get ready for the party. Bev is a, and Im sure she wont mind me saying this, horsey person. She lives in jeans and enjoys mucking out and generally doing horsey things, she doesnt do dresses, but tonight she doned a gorgeous dress, which showed off her puppies perfectly - she hated it, put on make up and even did her nails. This is obviuosly what happens when you turn 40!
Almost on time we all headed off to the party, where we proceeded to drink, dance and generally be merry. I had a fantastic time, running round with my camera, taking pics of people having fun, drinking, smoking and dancing. The evening was lovely and as the DJ wound up I was left thinking how lovely my friends life is, great friends who love her and a husband who, whilst not the most romantic bloke in the world, would throw a surprise party for her and let her in on the surprise.
A small crowd of us headed back to the house for "more wine", more waffle and in my case a little bit of snogging. But thats my secret and Im not telling anyone nuffink else about that!!!!
So here they are - a few pics to capture the evening.
This weekend was the party weekend. I finished sing and sign, got into the car and drove over to Garstang, Preston. It was a horrible drive, wet, windy and full of bloody drivers who drove at 50 miles an hour.
I finally got the Simon and Bev's about 4o'clock. It was going to be a surprise party, but those who know and love Bev know that its just not possible to do surprise anything where she is concerned. So there was no need for pretenses, I turned up and after hugs and tea, chatting with Bev and Lynne, thier house mate, Simon and I set off to the venue to set it up.
Candles, baloon and embarrassing pictures in place we returned home to get ready for the party. Bev is a, and Im sure she wont mind me saying this, horsey person. She lives in jeans and enjoys mucking out and generally doing horsey things, she doesnt do dresses, but tonight she doned a gorgeous dress, which showed off her puppies perfectly - she hated it, put on make up and even did her nails. This is obviuosly what happens when you turn 40!
Almost on time we all headed off to the party, where we proceeded to drink, dance and generally be merry. I had a fantastic time, running round with my camera, taking pics of people having fun, drinking, smoking and dancing. The evening was lovely and as the DJ wound up I was left thinking how lovely my friends life is, great friends who love her and a husband who, whilst not the most romantic bloke in the world, would throw a surprise party for her and let her in on the surprise.
A small crowd of us headed back to the house for "more wine", more waffle and in my case a little bit of snogging. But thats my secret and Im not telling anyone nuffink else about that!!!!
So here they are - a few pics to capture the evening.
Monday, October 20, 2008
Im weak - I went covert in Total!
But Im trying! Very trying I hear you call!
Rooooaaaaaarrrrrrr - well actually I have to admit that by Thursday I ran out of steam, but I did manage to maintain at least a level of healthyness until Saturday when I cracked and brought six chocolate doughnuts, a bottle of wine and 10 fags....
DOH!
It was the garages fault. Damn Total gargage and their Hot food counter! I had gone in feeling all in control and there they were all wrapped up and yummy, well we all know chocolate goes well with wine, and wine goes well with fags, but Im a non smoker and if I was going to be naughty that was the one rule I was going to stick with. So I covertly snuck the chocolate doughnuts and wine beneath a paper, you never know who might be watching.
When the lady at the counter asked if I had any petrol I smiled and said "No", but ... slipping the delights over the counter,"anything else" she smiled at me temptingly - Im sure I saw horns and I found myself saying "yeah, 10 Richmond menthol please"... and just like that - failure. Back in the safety of my own house I closed my curtains, pulled on my pyjammies then ate, smoked and drank my way to self destruction.
I woke the next morning with Helen's voice echoing in my head "worst thing you can do, binge drink". And through dedication and determination I set about doing everything I should have done yesterday.
In my "I am woman hear me roar" mood I had invited mum and dad round for Sunday Lunch. Not wanting to blow my own trumpet, I felt pretty darn confident that this was going to be a lovely meal.
I peeled vegetables, prepared the steamed lemon desert, put in the meat and managed to clean throughout the house. Totally in control I sat in front of the TV and watched "Fanny Hill" - What a woman!
Mum and dad turned up about 1.30, veg cooking, meat looking a bit red, but stil time. Keefe was to deliver we man to us for 2pm and dinner would, I felt confident, be served at 2.15. Its all about timing.
2.10, the phone rang. Keefe's car wasnt working, dad was dispatched to go and pick up Dylan. The potatoes, were looking a bit crisp, so I turned them down, the meat was still looking a bit red - hmmm! Turn down the veg.
2.45 dad returns.
Meat a disaster, potatoes and parsnips so hard you can hardly cut through them, brocolli, asparagus and cabage so limp they need surgical support to get to the plate.
All in all - one very big disaster. Mum and dad were very polite about the whole thing, but did suggest maybe Mum should do Christmas dinner!
I am woman, hear me whimper!
Rooooaaaaaarrrrrrr - well actually I have to admit that by Thursday I ran out of steam, but I did manage to maintain at least a level of healthyness until Saturday when I cracked and brought six chocolate doughnuts, a bottle of wine and 10 fags....
DOH!
It was the garages fault. Damn Total gargage and their Hot food counter! I had gone in feeling all in control and there they were all wrapped up and yummy, well we all know chocolate goes well with wine, and wine goes well with fags, but Im a non smoker and if I was going to be naughty that was the one rule I was going to stick with. So I covertly snuck the chocolate doughnuts and wine beneath a paper, you never know who might be watching.
When the lady at the counter asked if I had any petrol I smiled and said "No", but ... slipping the delights over the counter,"anything else" she smiled at me temptingly - Im sure I saw horns and I found myself saying "yeah, 10 Richmond menthol please"... and just like that - failure. Back in the safety of my own house I closed my curtains, pulled on my pyjammies then ate, smoked and drank my way to self destruction.
I woke the next morning with Helen's voice echoing in my head "worst thing you can do, binge drink". And through dedication and determination I set about doing everything I should have done yesterday.
In my "I am woman hear me roar" mood I had invited mum and dad round for Sunday Lunch. Not wanting to blow my own trumpet, I felt pretty darn confident that this was going to be a lovely meal.
I peeled vegetables, prepared the steamed lemon desert, put in the meat and managed to clean throughout the house. Totally in control I sat in front of the TV and watched "Fanny Hill" - What a woman!
Mum and dad turned up about 1.30, veg cooking, meat looking a bit red, but stil time. Keefe was to deliver we man to us for 2pm and dinner would, I felt confident, be served at 2.15. Its all about timing.
2.10, the phone rang. Keefe's car wasnt working, dad was dispatched to go and pick up Dylan. The potatoes, were looking a bit crisp, so I turned them down, the meat was still looking a bit red - hmmm! Turn down the veg.
2.45 dad returns.
Meat a disaster, potatoes and parsnips so hard you can hardly cut through them, brocolli, asparagus and cabage so limp they need surgical support to get to the plate.
All in all - one very big disaster. Mum and dad were very polite about the whole thing, but did suggest maybe Mum should do Christmas dinner!
I am woman, hear me whimper!
Monday, October 13, 2008
Tell me why
I hate Mondays... or at least that's how the song goes, me, Im actually loving today, I dont know where Ive got all this positivity from but today is the first day of the rest of my life...
Kinda...
Today Im a non smoker - those who know me have my permission to knock any offending cigarettes from my lips if you see me with one in my mouth.
Today I have started my fitness regime - Im doing pilates on Mondays, thanks to Helen for the prompt. Tuesdays Im going swimming with Ruth. Wednesday is a rest day, but will probably spend the evening with Dylan crawling round the floor, running up and down the stairs and generally being "fun mum". Thursday Im doing my rosemary Connoly DVD, 50 minutes of exercise meant to tighten and firm. Friday Im having a rest day. Saturday will mean gardening or decorating and we all know how they make you feel.
Today I have decided that no matter how corny it is "no one else can make you feel inferior to them unless you let them".
Today is the first day of the rest of my life!
Kinda...
Today Im a non smoker - those who know me have my permission to knock any offending cigarettes from my lips if you see me with one in my mouth.
Today I have started my fitness regime - Im doing pilates on Mondays, thanks to Helen for the prompt. Tuesdays Im going swimming with Ruth. Wednesday is a rest day, but will probably spend the evening with Dylan crawling round the floor, running up and down the stairs and generally being "fun mum". Thursday Im doing my rosemary Connoly DVD, 50 minutes of exercise meant to tighten and firm. Friday Im having a rest day. Saturday will mean gardening or decorating and we all know how they make you feel.
Today I have decided that no matter how corny it is "no one else can make you feel inferior to them unless you let them".
Today is the first day of the rest of my life!
Friday, October 10, 2008
Stuck
I woke up this morning still buzzing from my rather gorgeous burst of energy and enthusiasm of yesterday. I ran round the house like a mad dervish, cleaning, tidying, getting Dylan ready for nursery whilst juggling the washing, the demands for "more Thomas" and managing to get my sing and sign stuff out to the car.
"I am woman hear me roar"
Then 10 minutes before my estimated departure time I was herding my immaculately pressed wee man out to the car. "I want to drive the twaktor" (Tractor - my car, yes it really does sound this bad) exclaimed the little man.
He climbed into the car, I pushed in the keys and whilst sorting out the recycling I left him to play farmers.
The wind decided at that moment to blow all the papers out of my recycling box (crap) and I downed the box and took off after the paper like some heat seeking missile. Success, the paper caught I turned as the door to the car slammed shut (bugger, fingers)But no, I saw a smiling, waving Dylan. I waved back then my eyes bulged as he hit the door lock button.
In slow motion I ran towards him, "Noooooooooo". Hands pressed up against the window I stared at him in amazement, anger and total loss.
"mummie, look, I stuck in". He turned to the drivers wheel and proceeded to play again.
"Dylan, baby" I said as I banged on the window (keep calm) "Dylan, look at mummie, see the handle, pull the handle". Ignored! I fumbled for my bag, spare key, no spare key, spare key in the house, where's the house keys - yep, on with the car keys.
"Dylan, sweetheart" I said as I banged on the window (Big smile, tinged with desperation - keep calm) "Dylan, look at mummie, see the handle, pull the handle", desperately miming pulling a handle. He looks at me with big eyes and suddenly that's when it hits him, he is locked in. Little hands come up to the window,eyes fill with tears "Mommie".
"oh Dylan, its alright, don't worry, mummie will get you out!" But how, I call my dad, mum has a spare key. I get his answer machine, bloody answer machines. I call his work number, I get his answer machine, I call his spare phone, the bloody answer machine again. I hate bloody answer machines. I call my mum, Arghhh the bloody answer machine. I call my dads work number again. This time a colleague answers, "no he's not here, have you tried his mobile?".
I stand in the street the wind whipping and rain threatening and I'm on the edge of tears. Dylan sits with his head hidden and cries. I have never felt so hopeless in all my life. I consider throwing a plant pot through the patio doors, but the cost of replacing the double glazed windows brings me to my senses.
I pace - I'm good at pacing. Dylan still cries, his little face looking at me asking why I'm not getting him out of the car. "I stuck mummie, open door" he says. "I cant baby - please Dylan, pull the handle. Wind the window down, do you remember how to wind the window down?" Blank, more tears!
I call Jane, my sing and sign boss. Not to worry she will cancel the course, everyone will understand. Will they? God I hope so!
Finally my phone rings. "Its dad, got your message on my way home now to pick up the keys". A wave of relief hits me. "its OK baby, Rubber Duck is coming to save the day". We wait, how long does a minute last...
45 minutes later and no end of tears and retching and dad drives down the road. I press my hands up against the window. "Dylan, Grandie is here" the window slowly moves, and Dylan winds down the window. "Mummie" he whispers "I was stuck".
I stick my arm through the window and pull the handle. Dylan in my arms I turn to dad with tears streaming down my face.
"I am woman hear me roar"....
"I am woman hear me roar"
Then 10 minutes before my estimated departure time I was herding my immaculately pressed wee man out to the car. "I want to drive the twaktor" (Tractor - my car, yes it really does sound this bad) exclaimed the little man.
He climbed into the car, I pushed in the keys and whilst sorting out the recycling I left him to play farmers.
The wind decided at that moment to blow all the papers out of my recycling box (crap) and I downed the box and took off after the paper like some heat seeking missile. Success, the paper caught I turned as the door to the car slammed shut (bugger, fingers)But no, I saw a smiling, waving Dylan. I waved back then my eyes bulged as he hit the door lock button.
In slow motion I ran towards him, "Noooooooooo". Hands pressed up against the window I stared at him in amazement, anger and total loss.
"mummie, look, I stuck in". He turned to the drivers wheel and proceeded to play again.
"Dylan, baby" I said as I banged on the window (keep calm) "Dylan, look at mummie, see the handle, pull the handle". Ignored! I fumbled for my bag, spare key, no spare key, spare key in the house, where's the house keys - yep, on with the car keys.
"Dylan, sweetheart" I said as I banged on the window (Big smile, tinged with desperation - keep calm) "Dylan, look at mummie, see the handle, pull the handle", desperately miming pulling a handle. He looks at me with big eyes and suddenly that's when it hits him, he is locked in. Little hands come up to the window,eyes fill with tears "Mommie".
"oh Dylan, its alright, don't worry, mummie will get you out!" But how, I call my dad, mum has a spare key. I get his answer machine, bloody answer machines. I call his work number, I get his answer machine, I call his spare phone, the bloody answer machine again. I hate bloody answer machines. I call my mum, Arghhh the bloody answer machine. I call my dads work number again. This time a colleague answers, "no he's not here, have you tried his mobile?".
I stand in the street the wind whipping and rain threatening and I'm on the edge of tears. Dylan sits with his head hidden and cries. I have never felt so hopeless in all my life. I consider throwing a plant pot through the patio doors, but the cost of replacing the double glazed windows brings me to my senses.
I pace - I'm good at pacing. Dylan still cries, his little face looking at me asking why I'm not getting him out of the car. "I stuck mummie, open door" he says. "I cant baby - please Dylan, pull the handle. Wind the window down, do you remember how to wind the window down?" Blank, more tears!
I call Jane, my sing and sign boss. Not to worry she will cancel the course, everyone will understand. Will they? God I hope so!
Finally my phone rings. "Its dad, got your message on my way home now to pick up the keys". A wave of relief hits me. "its OK baby, Rubber Duck is coming to save the day". We wait, how long does a minute last...
45 minutes later and no end of tears and retching and dad drives down the road. I press my hands up against the window. "Dylan, Grandie is here" the window slowly moves, and Dylan winds down the window. "Mummie" he whispers "I was stuck".
I stick my arm through the window and pull the handle. Dylan in my arms I turn to dad with tears streaming down my face.
"I am woman hear me roar"....
Thursday, October 09, 2008
Blue gone, hello Yello
Just a quicky to say, Im no longer blue, infact Im peachy, Im in the pink, Im bloody happy...
Just goes to show - no matter how long the road or how dark the tunnel a Llama is always bigger than a frog!
Just goes to show - no matter how long the road or how dark the tunnel a Llama is always bigger than a frog!
Wednesday, October 08, 2008
Im feeling blue.
Yes, I'm afraid its true. Yesterday I was all "its fine, I can deal with it", but today I've hit a low and I'm feeling blue.
Maybe cause I'm doing a full days work and I want to be with my wee man.
Maybe cause the rumours about me writing love letters to Jo's dead husband, obviously before he was dead, are getting to me. Last night it just seemed funny, today it seems spiteful and cruel to say things like that about me! Why would she make up these things?
But maybe the real reason is because I drank a bottle of wine last night and I feel as sick as a pig!!!
Maybe cause I'm doing a full days work and I want to be with my wee man.
Maybe cause the rumours about me writing love letters to Jo's dead husband, obviously before he was dead, are getting to me. Last night it just seemed funny, today it seems spiteful and cruel to say things like that about me! Why would she make up these things?
But maybe the real reason is because I drank a bottle of wine last night and I feel as sick as a pig!!!
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
The wall cracks.
my neighbour, who for the last couple of weeks has been ignoring me in the noisiest possible way, spoke to me this morning.
She informed me she had to wash the bonnet of my car on Saturday morning cause she was sick on it on Friday! She thinks her drink was spiked and when she got back home it was my car she chose to spew up on, but I'm not taking it personally, after all she cleaned it up.
I thanked her for her due care and attention and got into my car - its definitely a thaw!!!
She informed me she had to wash the bonnet of my car on Saturday morning cause she was sick on it on Friday! She thinks her drink was spiked and when she got back home it was my car she chose to spew up on, but I'm not taking it personally, after all she cleaned it up.
I thanked her for her due care and attention and got into my car - its definitely a thaw!!!
Monday, September 15, 2008
Its dark.
Dylan has been struggling with going to bed. Actually Ive been struggling to put him to bed. It used to be 8pm, but now its nearer 9pm, which means the usual tidying and general upkeep gets left undone and its driving me crazy.
So the other night I started his usual bed time drill, dinner, play, bathtime, then quiet time with a DVD of his Lordships choice. All went well until I suggested we went to bed, then suddenly my quiet little sleepy head began to bounce on the sofa, run round the living room and generally became an active time bomb.
After half an hour of saying No, I finally got him upstairs and in bed. We lay quiet for a while, me thinking "this is it", then suddenly he was up again, "Its moooorning mommie", "Lets look outside", "I know, lets play cows and farmers". I lay him back down on the bed and in exasperation sighed, "Mommie has her eyes closed, its dark, its bedtime,close your eyes, put your head on your pillow and go to sleep".
All was quiet. Then a little voice said "mommie... its dark cause you have your eyes closed"
Well lets face it you cant argue with his logic!!
So the other night I started his usual bed time drill, dinner, play, bathtime, then quiet time with a DVD of his Lordships choice. All went well until I suggested we went to bed, then suddenly my quiet little sleepy head began to bounce on the sofa, run round the living room and generally became an active time bomb.
After half an hour of saying No, I finally got him upstairs and in bed. We lay quiet for a while, me thinking "this is it", then suddenly he was up again, "Its moooorning mommie", "Lets look outside", "I know, lets play cows and farmers". I lay him back down on the bed and in exasperation sighed, "Mommie has her eyes closed, its dark, its bedtime,close your eyes, put your head on your pillow and go to sleep".
All was quiet. Then a little voice said "mommie... its dark cause you have your eyes closed"
Well lets face it you cant argue with his logic!!
Tuesday, September 02, 2008
Its been a strange old couple of weeks.
God I don't even know where to start with this one. I'm suddenly the bitch from hell and I don't know how I got here.
Jo and Lynne have both sent me to "Coventry", I would laugh if it were not so hurtful. I got a most vitriolic letter from Jo calling me a nutter and telling me I drink too much, that I'm a self centred soul who turns everything into a me situation.
I'm not going into it to much, but sorry to turn this situation into a me situation, I'm really hurt that Ive been villainised (Sp) this way. I'm left trying to explain to Dylan why he can't go across and play with his friend Ryan, Lynne has made it clear that we are not welcome, and it hurts so much.
The morning of the funeral the card to the flowers I brought for Ron, was thrown across the fence. Jo's letter made it perfectly clear that I was not welcome at the funeral.
I want to sell up and move out of the area. I felt alone and very unsure of myself. What did I do wrong to bring such hatred to my door. Where did I go wrong? Am I really such a nasty drunken bitch, who is self involved and attention seeking?
Please don't answer that, I'm not sure I can read the replies!
Jo and Lynne have both sent me to "Coventry", I would laugh if it were not so hurtful. I got a most vitriolic letter from Jo calling me a nutter and telling me I drink too much, that I'm a self centred soul who turns everything into a me situation.
I'm not going into it to much, but sorry to turn this situation into a me situation, I'm really hurt that Ive been villainised (Sp) this way. I'm left trying to explain to Dylan why he can't go across and play with his friend Ryan, Lynne has made it clear that we are not welcome, and it hurts so much.
The morning of the funeral the card to the flowers I brought for Ron, was thrown across the fence. Jo's letter made it perfectly clear that I was not welcome at the funeral.
I want to sell up and move out of the area. I felt alone and very unsure of myself. What did I do wrong to bring such hatred to my door. Where did I go wrong? Am I really such a nasty drunken bitch, who is self involved and attention seeking?
Please don't answer that, I'm not sure I can read the replies!
Sunday, August 24, 2008
A sad,sad day.
I woke this morning to a phone call from Lynne, Ryans mum, "Shannon, can you come over please".
"Lynne its 6.30 in the morning, what the f**k is wrong.
"Please Shannon, come over, he's dead."
I put the phone down, got dressed and headed over.
Ron, Jo, my next door neighbour's husband, had died in the night, a massive heart attack.
Lynne had been over there since 2.30am. He was a fit, healthy man and it was totally unexpected. He was a lovely man, gentle and fun. I enjoyed spending time in his company, although I have to say I was generally imbibing a bottle or two, but he was a good man, a good husband and a good neighbour.
I went round to Jo's to "pay my respects". Her son, Josh opened the door, Jo was in the hallway and once she saw it was me she told Josh to shut the door.
I was devestated. I know we havent been on the best of terms these last few months, but I never expected that.
Luckily the hours past and Jo came round to mine, we hugged and I attempted to express how sad I was. I did some shopping for her, the mundane always helps and I told her I was there for her if she needed me.
It made me realise how lucky I was to have the people around me who I have. Im constanly holding Dylan thinking "what if".
"Lynne its 6.30 in the morning, what the f**k is wrong.
"Please Shannon, come over, he's dead."
I put the phone down, got dressed and headed over.
Ron, Jo, my next door neighbour's husband, had died in the night, a massive heart attack.
Lynne had been over there since 2.30am. He was a fit, healthy man and it was totally unexpected. He was a lovely man, gentle and fun. I enjoyed spending time in his company, although I have to say I was generally imbibing a bottle or two, but he was a good man, a good husband and a good neighbour.
I went round to Jo's to "pay my respects". Her son, Josh opened the door, Jo was in the hallway and once she saw it was me she told Josh to shut the door.
I was devestated. I know we havent been on the best of terms these last few months, but I never expected that.
Luckily the hours past and Jo came round to mine, we hugged and I attempted to express how sad I was. I did some shopping for her, the mundane always helps and I told her I was there for her if she needed me.
It made me realise how lucky I was to have the people around me who I have. Im constanly holding Dylan thinking "what if".
Sunday, August 17, 2008
Another fun weekend in Cumbria.
The title says it all, and I hate to repeate myself, but we did have such a gorgeous weekend. Joji, as always a lovely hostess, we saw cows and fed horses, we even helped with a rockery.
Dylan loves being with Jo, we spent a great rainy afternoon in a small cafe that had a soft play area.
I want to recreate the muriels they had on the walls in Dylans bedroom.
Monday morning Shaun, or Saun as Dylan knows him, was home to play and play we did.
We went to a farm that had a corn maze and we stode round the maze with great aplomb, being dinosaurs and tigers, we got lost and found ourselves, we had so much fun.
We even saw pigs....
Its boring to say it but I love being in Cumbria with Shaun and Jo, I always feel so bloody relaxed, there is never any time I feel like being anything other than myself.
Dylan loves being with Jo, we spent a great rainy afternoon in a small cafe that had a soft play area.
I want to recreate the muriels they had on the walls in Dylans bedroom.
Monday morning Shaun, or Saun as Dylan knows him, was home to play and play we did.
We went to a farm that had a corn maze and we stode round the maze with great aplomb, being dinosaurs and tigers, we got lost and found ourselves, we had so much fun.
We even saw pigs....
Its boring to say it but I love being in Cumbria with Shaun and Jo, I always feel so bloody relaxed, there is never any time I feel like being anything other than myself.
Friday, August 15, 2008
Here it is.
I have to admit to feeling scared of blogging, its been so long and I just didnt know how to put everything down and make it worth while, so Ive done it this way...
I promise to be much better with my blogging from now on in.
I promise to be much better with my blogging from now on in.
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
Friday, July 04, 2008
And, my life continues....
Ahh where has the time gone my friend, where has the time gone?
Well actually its not so much as time, more about Internet connections, computer problems and generally having a life.
Yes, I’m rather surprised at that comment, but I – little ole me – has suddenly found herself in the rather strange situation of thinking do I spend time getting frustrated with this brick I call a computer and blog or do I go out this weekend/and or evening and have a lovely time with friends, old and new, and you know what, I chose the latter.
I’m going to have to compress some of the last couple of months. Some of this is going to be bits I wrote up with the intention of blogging and other bits are just going to be me filling spaces. So if it seems a bit bitty bear with me…
So when do I go back to…
Down on the Farm
Well my first lovely weekend away was the beginning of June (Gulp, really that far back) with Jo and Shaun. Dylan and I headed over to Cumbria. Shaun’s outdoor activity business is doing really well so he tends to spend a lot of his weekends working. However Jo is a delight to spend time with and Dylan loves his Joji so much.
We spent Saturday on a Farm, chasing chickens,
attempted to kidnap a Kid (Goat) climbed on tractors
and generally had a fabtastic time.
Dylan just “oohed” and “ahhed” most of the day away, “Look – Cows”, “Look Sheep”, “Look Pigs”.
The weather turned just as we got on the tractor but it didn’t stop the excited squeals coming from the kids as the cow did a poo! What is it about poo and kids that goes so well!
With the rain pounding on our heads we headed home about 1.30, thinking we needed lunch and an afternoon nap. However we had to return back to the farm for Dylan’s Pony ride, which I booked early in the morning. Dylan crashed almost as soon as his bottom hit the chair so Jo and I enjoyed a leisurely lunch and chat.
We then snoozed on the sofa, enjoying the crackling fire and pretending to read our books. At 4 we pulled our bottoms off the sofa and slipped into some wet weather gear. Dylan grumbled, but once he found out we were going to see the “cows” again excitement ensued. We got back to the farm to find it almost deserted; the stalls were slowly dismantling and packing up. We stood around for a while, we purchased some sausages and looked lost.
Eventually we decided to ask if the pony ride was still running, I eventually located a small boy who looked slightly bemused “Oh, we didn’t think there was anyone left, give me a second” and he headed off. Jo and I went for a coffee and we waited. A slightly harried young man approached us, “You for the pony ride”. I kind of wondered if he thought it was Jo or me that wanted the ride and was wondering how to tell us it was for children only.
Once Dylan was dragged away from the tractors he was supplied with a hat and marched out to meet his pony.
At first he was slightly hesitant, demanding that Jo and I walk with him, but after a couple of minutes he was grinning away like an ijit on a pony and kicking his little legs. “Look Mummy, I on horse”.
The rest of the weekend was spent eating well, talking and generally relaxing in company that makes me smile.
Shaun and Dylan had their usual mad hour before we left,
whilst I picked rhubarb from their garden, Shaun dashed around like a mad dashy thing pushing Dylan in a wheel barrow.
Squeals of delight and pure terror mixed as he flew and bounced around like a rag doll, he loved it, Shaun loved it, I crapped myself each time his bottom came off the bottom of the wheel barrow, expecting bloody teeth and broken noses.
My god, I think I’ve finally grown up!
Tinternet Hell
Sometime over the next three weeks the water board moved into our area and began to dig up the paths, there seemed little reason for doing this as they didn’t seem to be laying any new pipes, just staring at the old ones whilst smoking.
Whilst digging up their pipes though, they did manage, not once but THRICE (THREE TIMES) to cut through my phone line. The company formally known as Talk Talk, but now know as “Baastaard Phone Company” were little or no help on the phone line, but, after telling me it WOULD (not Could) cost me £145.00 if the fault wasn’t on their lines the repair man simply knocked, on my door “Water Board have cut through the lines, fix it soon” and bumbled off.
This happened, as I said, three times and three times I went through the same boring conversation with someone in Pakistan, who didn’t have any record of my earlier problem.
Then, to add insult to injury, they decided to change my wireless password, I think they did this whilst having one of the “My internet isn’t connecting because my line has been cut through” conversations. So I couldn’t get Internet connection, but didn’t know why I could I couldn’t get connection. I spent a whole hour on line to their “Help desk” entering in details on outlook and deleting accounts and trying Internet with and without ether cables. To be told it must be something to do with my software – ahhhh the old faithful “Its not us it’s you” fault diagnostic!!!
Eventually I piggybacked onto my next-door neighbours broadband, with her consent of course, and poodled through the maze of queries on the TalkTalk forum. I’m not sure if this is an open access forum, but well worth the look/giggle on a wet afternoon.
I found one guy who was having the same sort of problem and communed in depth with him. After three weeks of no Internet connection he eventually rang TT up and asked them to confirm his password key, which had been changed from the original but they had “omitted to tell him of this in case it confused him”. DOH!
Anyway, whilst doing battle with the Water board and TalkTalk, Marcelle’s 50th Birthday happened over in Italy, which I missed. Guilt ridden because I didn’t even send a card, I kinda thanked my lucky stars that my phone line was dead and I headed off for my next weekend of pleasure
Helen’s Birthday Bash.
My ticket should have been booked months in advance, because I’ve known about this EVENT (Capital letters definitely needed) for ages. I’ve been looking forward to it for ages, but as is my wont and my continuous bad habit of leaving everything till the last minute I booked my ticket on Tinternet. Tickets booked a week before the event, not a problem. Tickets not arrived by the Wednesday before the even, a slight problem. Tickets not arrived by the morning of travel – hmmm PROBLEM.
Got on to Bank “No, we have no record of your purchase”. So I got on to the Tinternet site I booked tickets through and got a “No, we have no record of your purchase”. PANIC!!!
Booked tickets at inflated cost and battered myself around the head, this surely would teach me to pre-book. Nah, sounds too much like hard work and rather sensible, where would the adventure be in pre-booking?
Anyway, my suitcase was packed, including the dress I had purchased that morning from Tesco’s. Tthe train was on time and I was feeling fab, fat but fab. Now let me just say that I knew I was journeying down to London to meet up with one of my bestest friends and I also knew that she had crept into a chrysalis this year, wove a magic spell and become a very slim, attractive butterfly (And no hooch, you were not a caterpillar before – I’m just trying to be poetic) Anyway I had a small demon on my shoulder saying things like “your fat, watch what you eat, look at you – blubber bum” but I knew that in reality this weekend was not my weekend, it was “All about Helen” and I needed my mood to reflect that.
I sat on the underground remembering why I hated London so much, the sweating, and the obvious masculinity that pervades the air, the claustrophobia; oh that’s just my little problem. Anyway I eventually got to Balham. 10 years since I last walked these paths, 10 years to get rid of all the computer shops and replace them with coffee houses with large plants and seats and tables outside. At one point I thought I was actually walking in the wrong direction!
The TA Centre hadn’t changed – at all. Well it was a bit grubbier than in my day but I certainly can’t take any credit for it. I met up with Helen, Martin and his gorgeous partner ….. Finishing off the tables and bar poor Martin had the three witches to deal with. He didn’t stand a chance!
Helen and I spent the evening eating Kebab and waffling though catch-up. I kept looking at my friend and thinking “My god, your gorgeous” I certainly would!!!
We drank our way through two bottles of wine. Sorry I drank my way through two bottles of wine, but a most pleasant night was had.
However at 2.30 I found myself with a great desire to eat crisp butties, fortunately Helen had bread and I had brought crisps with me. I plodded downstairs and made a sandwich. Hunger pang sorted I curled back up in bed and went to sleep.
Next morning I woke to Helen, not so much chuntering but definitely muttering about the mess. In searching for a plate last night I had inadvertently dropped crisps all over the floor and counters and put the knife I used on the cats seat! I guess its all about your space, laughing she cleared up after me and we headed into the living room to investigate the clothes she had put aside for me.
I hope her next-door neighbours will forgive the excess flesh I put on show. I promise not to do it again! I came away with two suitcases full of stuff – my new and improved look. And Helen and I lugged two black bags down to the nearest charity shop. We then went for brunch at Lancaster’s – Helen’s local bruncherie (just made that one up), where we met up with Tracy Pearl. It was bally gorgeous and I ate until my belly could hold no more.
Then we headed home, whilst picking up champagne, toilet rolls and something else that was really important, was it diet coke? Helen’s mum, Christine, had just arrived – hugs all round.
Twenty minutes later we were sat outside in the garden, in the sunshine, with chilled champagne and ciggies - Absolutely Fabulous knock yourself out!
Jen and Simon, Helens ex flatmate, joined us, more champagne and then we began the mad rush to get ready. Helen asked me to do her hair, now I have to say that I’m a turn your head upside down and shake violently. But for my babe I would do battle with curling tongues. It took us bloody ages, mainly cause somehow I managed to unlock the curling things, but in the end with clips and spray it actually looked ok – or at least Helen said it looked ok - Kind of loose and sexy.
In the mad rush I discovered my knickers showed through my dress – knickers removed and that we didn’t have time to do my hair. So I did my old turn your head upside down and shake violently – DONE
Photo’s taken of the girls and Martin.
Then the party began. Helen and Martin were charming hosts, attempting to ensure that all arrivals were made welcome. Squealing, laughing and drinking followed in large amounts.
Helen Boogying the night away with stan
Although a lot of people didn’t turn up, pigs – they don’t know what a fab night they missed out on, there were enough people there to make it a good night. Some I knew from the past Martin and his girfriend, Sarah, who was lovely, Bob – great carrot cake and “sigh” Andy…. Others I had met through the joy of internet Heidi and Simon, gorgeous ex pats who live in France and who are well… gorgeous, Stan – you mad Camera man
he made me look this good.
and others I didn’t know but soon got to know, Jen and Simon, a totally mad couple but … here is that word again ... gorgeous.
I had a fab night and, strange though this may sound, only drunk a bottle of wine, excluding the end of night drink clean up –thanks for assistance from Nick in this venture. I do hate to waste alcohol.
me on a bottle of wine and a whole lot of dancing.
We floated Helens purse with 15 helium balloons. Emptied several Helium balloons, Stan and Chris, your voices did sound different! And generally had a bloody good night.
Thank you for inviting me Helen. I hated my dress, but I loved meeting all your friends.
Oh so much to write and just not enough time...
Well actually its not so much as time, more about Internet connections, computer problems and generally having a life.
Yes, I’m rather surprised at that comment, but I – little ole me – has suddenly found herself in the rather strange situation of thinking do I spend time getting frustrated with this brick I call a computer and blog or do I go out this weekend/and or evening and have a lovely time with friends, old and new, and you know what, I chose the latter.
I’m going to have to compress some of the last couple of months. Some of this is going to be bits I wrote up with the intention of blogging and other bits are just going to be me filling spaces. So if it seems a bit bitty bear with me…
So when do I go back to…
Down on the Farm
Well my first lovely weekend away was the beginning of June (Gulp, really that far back) with Jo and Shaun. Dylan and I headed over to Cumbria. Shaun’s outdoor activity business is doing really well so he tends to spend a lot of his weekends working. However Jo is a delight to spend time with and Dylan loves his Joji so much.
We spent Saturday on a Farm, chasing chickens,
attempted to kidnap a Kid (Goat) climbed on tractors
and generally had a fabtastic time.
Dylan just “oohed” and “ahhed” most of the day away, “Look – Cows”, “Look Sheep”, “Look Pigs”.
The weather turned just as we got on the tractor but it didn’t stop the excited squeals coming from the kids as the cow did a poo! What is it about poo and kids that goes so well!
With the rain pounding on our heads we headed home about 1.30, thinking we needed lunch and an afternoon nap. However we had to return back to the farm for Dylan’s Pony ride, which I booked early in the morning. Dylan crashed almost as soon as his bottom hit the chair so Jo and I enjoyed a leisurely lunch and chat.
We then snoozed on the sofa, enjoying the crackling fire and pretending to read our books. At 4 we pulled our bottoms off the sofa and slipped into some wet weather gear. Dylan grumbled, but once he found out we were going to see the “cows” again excitement ensued. We got back to the farm to find it almost deserted; the stalls were slowly dismantling and packing up. We stood around for a while, we purchased some sausages and looked lost.
Eventually we decided to ask if the pony ride was still running, I eventually located a small boy who looked slightly bemused “Oh, we didn’t think there was anyone left, give me a second” and he headed off. Jo and I went for a coffee and we waited. A slightly harried young man approached us, “You for the pony ride”. I kind of wondered if he thought it was Jo or me that wanted the ride and was wondering how to tell us it was for children only.
Once Dylan was dragged away from the tractors he was supplied with a hat and marched out to meet his pony.
At first he was slightly hesitant, demanding that Jo and I walk with him, but after a couple of minutes he was grinning away like an ijit on a pony and kicking his little legs. “Look Mummy, I on horse”.
The rest of the weekend was spent eating well, talking and generally relaxing in company that makes me smile.
Shaun and Dylan had their usual mad hour before we left,
whilst I picked rhubarb from their garden, Shaun dashed around like a mad dashy thing pushing Dylan in a wheel barrow.
Squeals of delight and pure terror mixed as he flew and bounced around like a rag doll, he loved it, Shaun loved it, I crapped myself each time his bottom came off the bottom of the wheel barrow, expecting bloody teeth and broken noses.
My god, I think I’ve finally grown up!
Tinternet Hell
Sometime over the next three weeks the water board moved into our area and began to dig up the paths, there seemed little reason for doing this as they didn’t seem to be laying any new pipes, just staring at the old ones whilst smoking.
Whilst digging up their pipes though, they did manage, not once but THRICE (THREE TIMES) to cut through my phone line. The company formally known as Talk Talk, but now know as “Baastaard Phone Company” were little or no help on the phone line, but, after telling me it WOULD (not Could) cost me £145.00 if the fault wasn’t on their lines the repair man simply knocked, on my door “Water Board have cut through the lines, fix it soon” and bumbled off.
This happened, as I said, three times and three times I went through the same boring conversation with someone in Pakistan, who didn’t have any record of my earlier problem.
Then, to add insult to injury, they decided to change my wireless password, I think they did this whilst having one of the “My internet isn’t connecting because my line has been cut through” conversations. So I couldn’t get Internet connection, but didn’t know why I could I couldn’t get connection. I spent a whole hour on line to their “Help desk” entering in details on outlook and deleting accounts and trying Internet with and without ether cables. To be told it must be something to do with my software – ahhhh the old faithful “Its not us it’s you” fault diagnostic!!!
Eventually I piggybacked onto my next-door neighbours broadband, with her consent of course, and poodled through the maze of queries on the TalkTalk forum. I’m not sure if this is an open access forum, but well worth the look/giggle on a wet afternoon.
I found one guy who was having the same sort of problem and communed in depth with him. After three weeks of no Internet connection he eventually rang TT up and asked them to confirm his password key, which had been changed from the original but they had “omitted to tell him of this in case it confused him”. DOH!
Anyway, whilst doing battle with the Water board and TalkTalk, Marcelle’s 50th Birthday happened over in Italy, which I missed. Guilt ridden because I didn’t even send a card, I kinda thanked my lucky stars that my phone line was dead and I headed off for my next weekend of pleasure
Helen’s Birthday Bash.
My ticket should have been booked months in advance, because I’ve known about this EVENT (Capital letters definitely needed) for ages. I’ve been looking forward to it for ages, but as is my wont and my continuous bad habit of leaving everything till the last minute I booked my ticket on Tinternet. Tickets booked a week before the event, not a problem. Tickets not arrived by the Wednesday before the even, a slight problem. Tickets not arrived by the morning of travel – hmmm PROBLEM.
Got on to Bank “No, we have no record of your purchase”. So I got on to the Tinternet site I booked tickets through and got a “No, we have no record of your purchase”. PANIC!!!
Booked tickets at inflated cost and battered myself around the head, this surely would teach me to pre-book. Nah, sounds too much like hard work and rather sensible, where would the adventure be in pre-booking?
Anyway, my suitcase was packed, including the dress I had purchased that morning from Tesco’s. Tthe train was on time and I was feeling fab, fat but fab. Now let me just say that I knew I was journeying down to London to meet up with one of my bestest friends and I also knew that she had crept into a chrysalis this year, wove a magic spell and become a very slim, attractive butterfly (And no hooch, you were not a caterpillar before – I’m just trying to be poetic) Anyway I had a small demon on my shoulder saying things like “your fat, watch what you eat, look at you – blubber bum” but I knew that in reality this weekend was not my weekend, it was “All about Helen” and I needed my mood to reflect that.
I sat on the underground remembering why I hated London so much, the sweating, and the obvious masculinity that pervades the air, the claustrophobia; oh that’s just my little problem. Anyway I eventually got to Balham. 10 years since I last walked these paths, 10 years to get rid of all the computer shops and replace them with coffee houses with large plants and seats and tables outside. At one point I thought I was actually walking in the wrong direction!
The TA Centre hadn’t changed – at all. Well it was a bit grubbier than in my day but I certainly can’t take any credit for it. I met up with Helen, Martin and his gorgeous partner ….. Finishing off the tables and bar poor Martin had the three witches to deal with. He didn’t stand a chance!
Helen and I spent the evening eating Kebab and waffling though catch-up. I kept looking at my friend and thinking “My god, your gorgeous” I certainly would!!!
We drank our way through two bottles of wine. Sorry I drank my way through two bottles of wine, but a most pleasant night was had.
However at 2.30 I found myself with a great desire to eat crisp butties, fortunately Helen had bread and I had brought crisps with me. I plodded downstairs and made a sandwich. Hunger pang sorted I curled back up in bed and went to sleep.
Next morning I woke to Helen, not so much chuntering but definitely muttering about the mess. In searching for a plate last night I had inadvertently dropped crisps all over the floor and counters and put the knife I used on the cats seat! I guess its all about your space, laughing she cleared up after me and we headed into the living room to investigate the clothes she had put aside for me.
I hope her next-door neighbours will forgive the excess flesh I put on show. I promise not to do it again! I came away with two suitcases full of stuff – my new and improved look. And Helen and I lugged two black bags down to the nearest charity shop. We then went for brunch at Lancaster’s – Helen’s local bruncherie (just made that one up), where we met up with Tracy Pearl. It was bally gorgeous and I ate until my belly could hold no more.
Then we headed home, whilst picking up champagne, toilet rolls and something else that was really important, was it diet coke? Helen’s mum, Christine, had just arrived – hugs all round.
Twenty minutes later we were sat outside in the garden, in the sunshine, with chilled champagne and ciggies - Absolutely Fabulous knock yourself out!
Jen and Simon, Helens ex flatmate, joined us, more champagne and then we began the mad rush to get ready. Helen asked me to do her hair, now I have to say that I’m a turn your head upside down and shake violently. But for my babe I would do battle with curling tongues. It took us bloody ages, mainly cause somehow I managed to unlock the curling things, but in the end with clips and spray it actually looked ok – or at least Helen said it looked ok - Kind of loose and sexy.
In the mad rush I discovered my knickers showed through my dress – knickers removed and that we didn’t have time to do my hair. So I did my old turn your head upside down and shake violently – DONE
Photo’s taken of the girls and Martin.
Then the party began. Helen and Martin were charming hosts, attempting to ensure that all arrivals were made welcome. Squealing, laughing and drinking followed in large amounts.
Helen Boogying the night away with stan
Although a lot of people didn’t turn up, pigs – they don’t know what a fab night they missed out on, there were enough people there to make it a good night. Some I knew from the past Martin and his girfriend, Sarah, who was lovely, Bob – great carrot cake and “sigh” Andy…. Others I had met through the joy of internet Heidi and Simon, gorgeous ex pats who live in France and who are well… gorgeous, Stan – you mad Camera man
he made me look this good.
and others I didn’t know but soon got to know, Jen and Simon, a totally mad couple but … here is that word again ... gorgeous.
I had a fab night and, strange though this may sound, only drunk a bottle of wine, excluding the end of night drink clean up –thanks for assistance from Nick in this venture. I do hate to waste alcohol.
me on a bottle of wine and a whole lot of dancing.
We floated Helens purse with 15 helium balloons. Emptied several Helium balloons, Stan and Chris, your voices did sound different! And generally had a bloody good night.
Thank you for inviting me Helen. I hated my dress, but I loved meeting all your friends.
Oh so much to write and just not enough time...
Tuesday, May 06, 2008
And now Im not so sure...
This week has been hell, Dylan has been clinging like a limpet, every time I leave the room he has checked, by calling out "Mummie, are you there". Even when he is with my mum he is still checking that she is still with him. He constantly wants to be sitting on my knee, or holding hands.
I'm not certain if its because Keefe is away or because of the change in routine, it could even be that he is coming down with something but he is definitely not a happy boy. Not my happy boy and I'm wondering if it really is the right time to be putting him into nursery.
Everyone who has been through this has told me that he will settle, that he will get so much out of it, that the benefits far out weigh this time of indecision and upset, but I'm sat here with this little body clinging to me and I'm not sure.
I'm not certain if its because Keefe is away or because of the change in routine, it could even be that he is coming down with something but he is definitely not a happy boy. Not my happy boy and I'm wondering if it really is the right time to be putting him into nursery.
Everyone who has been through this has told me that he will settle, that he will get so much out of it, that the benefits far out weigh this time of indecision and upset, but I'm sat here with this little body clinging to me and I'm not sure.
Friday, May 02, 2008
My baby he goes to nursery.
This is it. The big day, the day when my baby turns into a toddler. It didn't just happen over night, Oh no, Ive been both dreading and loving this day for at least a couple of weeks.
Since I've returned to work, Dylan has been with his Nanma San, but it was decided that three days, plus the additional sing and sign sessions may be too much for her so I hunted for a nursery. After visiting several I finally settled on a small establishment called "Just Learning" the staff are friendly, the building is clean and the play area outside is fairly extensive. Dylan loved his first session there, crying as we left.
I have to say I was very close to pulling Dylan out of the nursery after the first session. Gemma, Dylan's key worker, asked me to go inside, leaving Dylan outside with the rest of the group, to see how he coped with me not being around. He was happily playing in the garden with all the other children, there was a little tykes car, which was proving ever so popular and Dylan, like several other boys kept trying to get into the car. The rather big boy who was in the car pushed Dylan over and it took all my willpower to remain in the class room. Vowing that when I got the chance that kid would be tripped and pinched at the earliest opportunity.
Dylan, denied the opportunity to ride in the car picked up a rubber ring, a circular tubing thing, he has something similar at home, and when he holds it like a steering wheel we all sing "the wheels on the bus" and he drives us round the house, laughing like a loon.
As he stretched out his little arms, in the normal, ready steady go gesture, there was no chorus of "wheels on the bus",he looked around, smiled at the key workers, wiggled the tubing as if to say "I'm ready when you are" but nothing.
I stood in the playroom with tears streaming down my face. Thank god common sense prevailed cause I was very close to running outside, grabbing up that small body and running very fast towards the exit.
The nursery has a great induction period. You have your introduction session where you meet your Key Worker, the person who will spend most of the time looking after Dylan. Mum and Baby are both present. The you do two hours with mum leaving baby, then four hours, again with Baby on their own.
The Two hour session was easy, on me any way. I did a quick drop off, I couldn't even say goodbye to him, because I was crying so hard and I didn't want him to see mamam upset. I fled!
I filled the two hours with shopping for Dylan's bedroom - wallpaper and some stickers for his wall. New shoes and some pyjamas. It was easy. I returned to find him in tears. He had woke from a nap to discover himself in a strange place and screamed the place down. Gemma was attempting to reconcile him, but it wasn't happening. When I walked in, he flung his arms open and threw himself at me.
Gemma told me that he had literally woken up and hadn't been crying long, but I still felt a pang... "is this really the right thing to be doing".
Today was the big day. The four hour session, today was the day I was to leave him on his own, to deal with the big boys who don't let him in their cars, to deal with a lack of eager "Wheels on the bus" singers, to deal with not being in the safe haven of Nanma Sans and mummies home.
As we got dressed I spoke about the nursery saying how exciting it will be, how much fun he will have - as all the books advise. Dylan just kept saying "No mama". In the car I chatted on, "Wont it be fun" to which he replied "No, Mama". We got into the nursery, just as the children were filing out into the garden, Dylan went out eagerly, holding my hand, "Mama sit, stay" was his command as he played on the train. "Dylan, mummie has to go to work this morning, your staying here with Gemma and all the children". I said again. "No, Mama". "Yes darling, mummie has to go now. I love you"...
I got up to leave "No, Mama". I ran towards the door. "See you soon, baby, I love you". As I shut the door into the classroom, I turned to find my small baby pounding on the window. "Mama, No, Mama". Gemma was picking him up and holding him tight, I left almost blinded by the tears.
Like some mad mummie, I climbed onto the car bonnet so I could see over the fence and almost chocked on my own tears as I heard and saw Dylan crying and calling out for me. I sat there for 20 minutes desperately talking myself out of going back in to get him. I knew that the nursery would call me if he hadn't settled so I finally drove away.
Knowing this day was coming I was glad to have the girls on hand, firstly I cleaned the house, I called the nursery to be told he had taken about 20 minutes to settle, then he had played for a while in the garden, then came back in to the classroom, gone into the quiet corner and gone to sleep.
I then met up with the girls for lunch and I entertained myself playing with Danny and Josh. I just felt so damn wrong being there without Dylan. Four hours is a long time to fill when your desperate to be somewhere else.
I headed back to the nursery hoping and praying that all would be well, that he wouldn't of woken from his sleep unhappy. I got there to find a fairly content little boy playing in the sand.
Gemma told me that he had woken up about 12.30, hadn't had lunch but had played quite happily following his sleep. He gave me a huge hug and proceeded to show me the new animals he had found. He seemed happy.
I have to be honest and say I'm not 100% this is the right thing to be doing, but if it gives Dylan an opportunity to mix with other children and get skills I cant give him at home, it has to a good thing.
Since I've returned to work, Dylan has been with his Nanma San, but it was decided that three days, plus the additional sing and sign sessions may be too much for her so I hunted for a nursery. After visiting several I finally settled on a small establishment called "Just Learning" the staff are friendly, the building is clean and the play area outside is fairly extensive. Dylan loved his first session there, crying as we left.
I have to say I was very close to pulling Dylan out of the nursery after the first session. Gemma, Dylan's key worker, asked me to go inside, leaving Dylan outside with the rest of the group, to see how he coped with me not being around. He was happily playing in the garden with all the other children, there was a little tykes car, which was proving ever so popular and Dylan, like several other boys kept trying to get into the car. The rather big boy who was in the car pushed Dylan over and it took all my willpower to remain in the class room. Vowing that when I got the chance that kid would be tripped and pinched at the earliest opportunity.
Dylan, denied the opportunity to ride in the car picked up a rubber ring, a circular tubing thing, he has something similar at home, and when he holds it like a steering wheel we all sing "the wheels on the bus" and he drives us round the house, laughing like a loon.
As he stretched out his little arms, in the normal, ready steady go gesture, there was no chorus of "wheels on the bus",he looked around, smiled at the key workers, wiggled the tubing as if to say "I'm ready when you are" but nothing.
I stood in the playroom with tears streaming down my face. Thank god common sense prevailed cause I was very close to running outside, grabbing up that small body and running very fast towards the exit.
The nursery has a great induction period. You have your introduction session where you meet your Key Worker, the person who will spend most of the time looking after Dylan. Mum and Baby are both present. The you do two hours with mum leaving baby, then four hours, again with Baby on their own.
The Two hour session was easy, on me any way. I did a quick drop off, I couldn't even say goodbye to him, because I was crying so hard and I didn't want him to see mamam upset. I fled!
I filled the two hours with shopping for Dylan's bedroom - wallpaper and some stickers for his wall. New shoes and some pyjamas. It was easy. I returned to find him in tears. He had woke from a nap to discover himself in a strange place and screamed the place down. Gemma was attempting to reconcile him, but it wasn't happening. When I walked in, he flung his arms open and threw himself at me.
Gemma told me that he had literally woken up and hadn't been crying long, but I still felt a pang... "is this really the right thing to be doing".
Today was the big day. The four hour session, today was the day I was to leave him on his own, to deal with the big boys who don't let him in their cars, to deal with a lack of eager "Wheels on the bus" singers, to deal with not being in the safe haven of Nanma Sans and mummies home.
As we got dressed I spoke about the nursery saying how exciting it will be, how much fun he will have - as all the books advise. Dylan just kept saying "No mama". In the car I chatted on, "Wont it be fun" to which he replied "No, Mama". We got into the nursery, just as the children were filing out into the garden, Dylan went out eagerly, holding my hand, "Mama sit, stay" was his command as he played on the train. "Dylan, mummie has to go to work this morning, your staying here with Gemma and all the children". I said again. "No, Mama". "Yes darling, mummie has to go now. I love you"...
I got up to leave "No, Mama". I ran towards the door. "See you soon, baby, I love you". As I shut the door into the classroom, I turned to find my small baby pounding on the window. "Mama, No, Mama". Gemma was picking him up and holding him tight, I left almost blinded by the tears.
Like some mad mummie, I climbed onto the car bonnet so I could see over the fence and almost chocked on my own tears as I heard and saw Dylan crying and calling out for me. I sat there for 20 minutes desperately talking myself out of going back in to get him. I knew that the nursery would call me if he hadn't settled so I finally drove away.
Knowing this day was coming I was glad to have the girls on hand, firstly I cleaned the house, I called the nursery to be told he had taken about 20 minutes to settle, then he had played for a while in the garden, then came back in to the classroom, gone into the quiet corner and gone to sleep.
I then met up with the girls for lunch and I entertained myself playing with Danny and Josh. I just felt so damn wrong being there without Dylan. Four hours is a long time to fill when your desperate to be somewhere else.
I headed back to the nursery hoping and praying that all would be well, that he wouldn't of woken from his sleep unhappy. I got there to find a fairly content little boy playing in the sand.
Gemma told me that he had woken up about 12.30, hadn't had lunch but had played quite happily following his sleep. He gave me a huge hug and proceeded to show me the new animals he had found. He seemed happy.
I have to be honest and say I'm not 100% this is the right thing to be doing, but if it gives Dylan an opportunity to mix with other children and get skills I cant give him at home, it has to a good thing.
Monday, April 14, 2008
Our last day playing
A big title for a monumental day. As of tomorrow I'm back into full time work, well 3 days a week full time work!
I've been feeling really low this week, Keefe has been off doing theatre stuff and Ive had Dylan pretty much 24/7, I love having him all to myself, but it is hard work and I'm forced on an daily basis to appreciate all the help and support I get from my mum and dad.
That's not why I've been feeling low though, I've just climbed into my own little cancerian hole and spent time pondering my life.
Anyway, Annette called me this morning and we made plans to head down onto the beach again. The weather was gorgeous when we spoke this morning at 7am, so with picnic stuff packed, factor 30 lathered on both of us we headed down to the beach - to find wind, rain and total greyness.
Luckily Ive learnt my lesson from our last beach encounter and had some cold weather gear for the wee man to wear.
Orla and Dylan still had fun.
And to commemorate the day there is a rare photo of Annette, Orla and Dylan all together
I've been feeling really low this week, Keefe has been off doing theatre stuff and Ive had Dylan pretty much 24/7, I love having him all to myself, but it is hard work and I'm forced on an daily basis to appreciate all the help and support I get from my mum and dad.
That's not why I've been feeling low though, I've just climbed into my own little cancerian hole and spent time pondering my life.
Anyway, Annette called me this morning and we made plans to head down onto the beach again. The weather was gorgeous when we spoke this morning at 7am, so with picnic stuff packed, factor 30 lathered on both of us we headed down to the beach - to find wind, rain and total greyness.
Luckily Ive learnt my lesson from our last beach encounter and had some cold weather gear for the wee man to wear.
Orla and Dylan still had fun.
And to commemorate the day there is a rare photo of Annette, Orla and Dylan all together
Tuesday, April 08, 2008
Im back at work
Wahhhhhhh!
Actually its not that bad, I've only had to do four hours last week and I've got to do 8hrs this week. But its still time away from Dylan and Im feeling a little bit resentful to all thos stay at home mums who can afford to stay at home and dole-ites who get the government to pay for them staying at home.
Definitely on the look out for a 79yr old Millionaire with a heart defect, if you know of any, please point them in my direction.
Actually its not that bad, I've only had to do four hours last week and I've got to do 8hrs this week. But its still time away from Dylan and Im feeling a little bit resentful to all thos stay at home mums who can afford to stay at home and dole-ites who get the government to pay for them staying at home.
Definitely on the look out for a 79yr old Millionaire with a heart defect, if you know of any, please point them in my direction.
Monday, April 07, 2008
It Snowed
This morning we woke to find someone had been very naughty and made outside go all white...
Dylan wanted "out" straight away, he wouldn't take no for an answer so I let him put a foot outside, without slippers on, he soon brought it back in!
After breakfast we donned cold weather gear and headed out into the snow.
I tried to make a snow man, but it wasn't great snow. Why has the snow gone horrible?
Dylan played in the garden for a couple of minutes then looked at me, very perturbed, held his arms up in the air and said "mama, Dy cold", he then burst into tears and we quickly headed back in doors where it was nice and warm
Dylan wanted "out" straight away, he wouldn't take no for an answer so I let him put a foot outside, without slippers on, he soon brought it back in!
After breakfast we donned cold weather gear and headed out into the snow.
I tried to make a snow man, but it wasn't great snow. Why has the snow gone horrible?
Dylan played in the garden for a couple of minutes then looked at me, very perturbed, held his arms up in the air and said "mama, Dy cold", he then burst into tears and we quickly headed back in doors where it was nice and warm
Friday, April 04, 2008
Down on the beach
Its seems to be one of our favourite haunts at the moment, Dylan loves to play in the water, Orla loves to play in the sand, they both love droping stones in the water and Annette and I can get a coffee after they have run themselves silly.
A perfect afternoon.
Annette tends to go for Swiss caution and Orla is dressed up ready for Iceland weather
Me Im training Dylan to be a true Geordie, the type of bloke who in mid Winter can walk down the street with his tabs stuck under his t.shirt sleeve and no coat on...
I love Tynemouth beach, it just such a lovely area to play.
A perfect afternoon.
Annette tends to go for Swiss caution and Orla is dressed up ready for Iceland weather
Me Im training Dylan to be a true Geordie, the type of bloke who in mid Winter can walk down the street with his tabs stuck under his t.shirt sleeve and no coat on...
I love Tynemouth beach, it just such a lovely area to play.
Monday, March 31, 2008
The visiting it continues...
I've gotta say that Shaun, my brother, is a bit difficult to deal with at times, sometimes he's all "yeah" and other times there is a definite "Fuck, why are you here vibe", that I find hard to deal with.
Even though we confirmed we were coming to visit 3 weeks ago, I've had that vibe this weekend, when I had to ask if it was ok to stay the extra night on Sunday I really felt like I was overstaying the weekend.
Shaun informed me that he was working Monday, so I kinda planed to leave early morning, allowing Dylan to sleep in the car on the way to Bev and Simon's. I figured we could spend the day meandering around Lancaster until Bev and Simon got in on Monday evening.
Monday morning dawned and Dylan woke up with the words "Cows" burning his lips, I heard Jo in the shower so knew it was okay for us to get up. In our pyjamas we headed down the back of the garden to say to "goodmorning" to the cows. The farmer, who is according to Shaun and Jo, a bit of a recluse, waved and smiled at us. I guess the sight of a very dishevelled mommie, holding up a grinning two year old screaming "Morning Cows" can break down the biggest of walls.
After checking out the cows we returned to the kitchen to Jo. Dylan was in denial about Jo leaving to go to work. "Jogi - stay". "Cows". "Hold hand". Jo seemed to find it almost as difficult to say goodbye to Dylan and he did to her. But, unexpectedly Shaun turfed himself out of bed and the separation process was made slightly easier.
We waved off Jo and returned to the kitchen for more tea. There is something intrinsically lovely about sitting and drinking tea with your brother. Especially when said brother appeared to be in the loveliest of moods.
Instead of demanding our departure Shaun actually encouraged us to spend the day with him. He explained he had a couple of jobs to do in Keswick but was happy to take us to the climbing wall to do a bit of climbing.
I packed up the car whilst Shaun took Dylan out to say goodbye to the cows. Then we set off to Keswick. I really did think it was a going to be a here it is, say goodbye... but we spent a gorgeous day with Shaun. He demonstrated such a huge amount of patience with Dylan, chasing round after him, encouraging him to play, encouraging me to climb, encouraging both of us to investigate.
Dylan loved the swinging stuff,
but didn't particularly go for the climbing.
I thought it was still a bit early, but talking to one of Shaun's friends it seems that its actually quite normal to encourage 2 yr olds to start climbing.
Dylan did however love the latter part of the afternoon where Uncle Shaun played, they threw sticks and generally just interacted. I loved watching it. Dylan seemed to really enjoy the maleness of Shaun's play. They sat on a hill throwing sticks at me
Which Dylan thought was hilarious
doing Pooh sticks
And just playing. It was really gorgeous to watch. Sometimes I wonder if he is starved of male role models, cause whenever he is with a "guy" Dylan just becomes so interactive and playful.
Anyway, the afternoon had to come to an end and at 4 o'clock we said goodbye to Shaun and set off to Bev and Simon's in Lancaster. Dylan cried as we drove away "Bye, bye Shaun", "Shaun Gone mama"
Within minutes of being in the car he was asleep, the afternoons activity obviously taking its toll. The drive down to Lancaster was really easy and very enjoyable. As I drive through the Cumbrian landscape I always feel so at home, being an army brat I have limited opportunities to return to places. This is one of the few places I can.
I arrived at Bev's thinking I would have to hang for a while, but luckily Lynne and Simon were both home.
Now again. Misconceptions rule. And Ive probably not taken Dylan to visit Bev and Simon cause they are definitely not "children" people. Simon and Lynn, Bev and Simon's house mate, were totally cool with Dylan, really welcoming and very encouraging to his forages into their home.
Simon took us on an exploration around their house, which is a very lovely place at the back of a farm, so there were "tractors", chickens and sheep in abundance. Most exciting to Dylan was Bev's horse trailer, which Simon happily opened up for us, Dylan climbed a mongthe horse poo, much to Simons amusement and the tone for the evening was set.
We spent a lovely evening at a local pub with Bev and Simon being perfect hosts to me and a rather exuberant 2 yr old. With Dylan in bed much wine was consumed and we chatted, caught up and I just had a lovely time. Buckets of wine later I head for bed with a warm feeling in my belly.
The morning dawned and Dylan and I sneaked downstairs to join Lynn for breakfast, Bev soon joined us and we had a leisurely meander threw cornflakes. Sadly all visits must come to an end so I packed up the car and we waved "Bye Bye" to Bev.
My misconceptions I have stored firmly in the bin. Bev and Simon are totally fab with kids and I would be more than happy to leave the little bloke in their tender ministrations.
Even though we confirmed we were coming to visit 3 weeks ago, I've had that vibe this weekend, when I had to ask if it was ok to stay the extra night on Sunday I really felt like I was overstaying the weekend.
Shaun informed me that he was working Monday, so I kinda planed to leave early morning, allowing Dylan to sleep in the car on the way to Bev and Simon's. I figured we could spend the day meandering around Lancaster until Bev and Simon got in on Monday evening.
Monday morning dawned and Dylan woke up with the words "Cows" burning his lips, I heard Jo in the shower so knew it was okay for us to get up. In our pyjamas we headed down the back of the garden to say to "goodmorning" to the cows. The farmer, who is according to Shaun and Jo, a bit of a recluse, waved and smiled at us. I guess the sight of a very dishevelled mommie, holding up a grinning two year old screaming "Morning Cows" can break down the biggest of walls.
After checking out the cows we returned to the kitchen to Jo. Dylan was in denial about Jo leaving to go to work. "Jogi - stay". "Cows". "Hold hand". Jo seemed to find it almost as difficult to say goodbye to Dylan and he did to her. But, unexpectedly Shaun turfed himself out of bed and the separation process was made slightly easier.
We waved off Jo and returned to the kitchen for more tea. There is something intrinsically lovely about sitting and drinking tea with your brother. Especially when said brother appeared to be in the loveliest of moods.
Instead of demanding our departure Shaun actually encouraged us to spend the day with him. He explained he had a couple of jobs to do in Keswick but was happy to take us to the climbing wall to do a bit of climbing.
I packed up the car whilst Shaun took Dylan out to say goodbye to the cows. Then we set off to Keswick. I really did think it was a going to be a here it is, say goodbye... but we spent a gorgeous day with Shaun. He demonstrated such a huge amount of patience with Dylan, chasing round after him, encouraging him to play, encouraging me to climb, encouraging both of us to investigate.
Dylan loved the swinging stuff,
but didn't particularly go for the climbing.
I thought it was still a bit early, but talking to one of Shaun's friends it seems that its actually quite normal to encourage 2 yr olds to start climbing.
Dylan did however love the latter part of the afternoon where Uncle Shaun played, they threw sticks and generally just interacted. I loved watching it. Dylan seemed to really enjoy the maleness of Shaun's play. They sat on a hill throwing sticks at me
Which Dylan thought was hilarious
doing Pooh sticks
And just playing. It was really gorgeous to watch. Sometimes I wonder if he is starved of male role models, cause whenever he is with a "guy" Dylan just becomes so interactive and playful.
Anyway, the afternoon had to come to an end and at 4 o'clock we said goodbye to Shaun and set off to Bev and Simon's in Lancaster. Dylan cried as we drove away "Bye, bye Shaun", "Shaun Gone mama"
Within minutes of being in the car he was asleep, the afternoons activity obviously taking its toll. The drive down to Lancaster was really easy and very enjoyable. As I drive through the Cumbrian landscape I always feel so at home, being an army brat I have limited opportunities to return to places. This is one of the few places I can.
I arrived at Bev's thinking I would have to hang for a while, but luckily Lynne and Simon were both home.
Now again. Misconceptions rule. And Ive probably not taken Dylan to visit Bev and Simon cause they are definitely not "children" people. Simon and Lynn, Bev and Simon's house mate, were totally cool with Dylan, really welcoming and very encouraging to his forages into their home.
Simon took us on an exploration around their house, which is a very lovely place at the back of a farm, so there were "tractors", chickens and sheep in abundance. Most exciting to Dylan was Bev's horse trailer, which Simon happily opened up for us, Dylan climbed a mongthe horse poo, much to Simons amusement and the tone for the evening was set.
We spent a lovely evening at a local pub with Bev and Simon being perfect hosts to me and a rather exuberant 2 yr old. With Dylan in bed much wine was consumed and we chatted, caught up and I just had a lovely time. Buckets of wine later I head for bed with a warm feeling in my belly.
The morning dawned and Dylan and I sneaked downstairs to join Lynn for breakfast, Bev soon joined us and we had a leisurely meander threw cornflakes. Sadly all visits must come to an end so I packed up the car and we waved "Bye Bye" to Bev.
My misconceptions I have stored firmly in the bin. Bev and Simon are totally fab with kids and I would be more than happy to leave the little bloke in their tender ministrations.
Sunday, March 30, 2008
We went a visiting.
This weekend, with Keefe away in London, I decided to pack up the car and head over to visit Shaun and Jo - we've not been over to see them since October last year and I love spending time with Jo, she is just so easy going.
Dylan spent the morning with Pops (My dads current name) Ludden whilst I did 'sing and sign'. I came home to find a very happy wee man lying on the sofa with a grin on his face. Dylan was pretty happy too. They had been down on the beach, getting very wet.
Putting a tired we man into the car I headed off to Cumbria, the traffic was actually pretty good and we made great time. Dylan was asleep by the time I hit the end of my road and didn't wake up until we hit the beginning of Jo and Shaun's. What a great way to travel - get in the car, go to sleep, wake up and "hey presto your there".
Jo was her normal gorgeous welcoming self. Dylan walked into the house, through the living room into the kitchen, pointed out the back and said "Cows, outside". Which yes, there were. HE REMEMBERED!!!
My inability to pack properly meant that we had to pop into Cockermouth to buy a coat! Coat picked up we headed off to Georgina's, a friend of Jo's from work. Georgina has chickens! Need I say more! Dylan had a fantastic time and Georgina made us really welcome, we had tea and cake and Dylan was allowed to pick his own egg from the coop for breakfast. He was such a little charmer and made himself totally at home!
Sunday we spent with Jo, as Shaun was working. We went for a gorgeous walk in the morning, in search of cows, the lane we walked down was full of puddles and mud and Dylan stomped through each and every one. We saw lambs, Dylan was over the moon he actually signed "Baby" and "sheep" - hmm was Dylan over the moon or was I.
With wellies full of water and mud we headed home for a morning nap - it didn't happen.
So instead of Jo cooking I took her up to the villages local to see what they offered for Sunday lunch. From the outside its a really rough little pub, I was kinda expecting the place to go quiet as we entered, with the swoosh of the pub doors the only thing we could hear, but instead we got a welcoming "hello" from the bar man.
We ordered drinks and Dylan took charge. He played on the bar stools, investigated the tables and got the bar man to play "boo" with him. The food was fab and even with Dylan doing his little hooligan bit, we had a very lovely time.
The rest of the afternoon was filled with the obligatory snooze in front of the "real coal fire", making cornflake chocolate crunchies, finding cows and investigating Shaun and Jo's allotment - A pretty full day.
Dylan put his coat on by himself, once he had it on I couldnt get him to take it off - I had to do it up for him!!!
By the time I eventually got Dylan into bed I was more than ready for the warmth of the duvet myself.
Dylan spent the morning with Pops (My dads current name) Ludden whilst I did 'sing and sign'. I came home to find a very happy wee man lying on the sofa with a grin on his face. Dylan was pretty happy too. They had been down on the beach, getting very wet.
Putting a tired we man into the car I headed off to Cumbria, the traffic was actually pretty good and we made great time. Dylan was asleep by the time I hit the end of my road and didn't wake up until we hit the beginning of Jo and Shaun's. What a great way to travel - get in the car, go to sleep, wake up and "hey presto your there".
Jo was her normal gorgeous welcoming self. Dylan walked into the house, through the living room into the kitchen, pointed out the back and said "Cows, outside". Which yes, there were. HE REMEMBERED!!!
My inability to pack properly meant that we had to pop into Cockermouth to buy a coat! Coat picked up we headed off to Georgina's, a friend of Jo's from work. Georgina has chickens! Need I say more! Dylan had a fantastic time and Georgina made us really welcome, we had tea and cake and Dylan was allowed to pick his own egg from the coop for breakfast. He was such a little charmer and made himself totally at home!
Sunday we spent with Jo, as Shaun was working. We went for a gorgeous walk in the morning, in search of cows, the lane we walked down was full of puddles and mud and Dylan stomped through each and every one. We saw lambs, Dylan was over the moon he actually signed "Baby" and "sheep" - hmm was Dylan over the moon or was I.
With wellies full of water and mud we headed home for a morning nap - it didn't happen.
So instead of Jo cooking I took her up to the villages local to see what they offered for Sunday lunch. From the outside its a really rough little pub, I was kinda expecting the place to go quiet as we entered, with the swoosh of the pub doors the only thing we could hear, but instead we got a welcoming "hello" from the bar man.
We ordered drinks and Dylan took charge. He played on the bar stools, investigated the tables and got the bar man to play "boo" with him. The food was fab and even with Dylan doing his little hooligan bit, we had a very lovely time.
The rest of the afternoon was filled with the obligatory snooze in front of the "real coal fire", making cornflake chocolate crunchies, finding cows and investigating Shaun and Jo's allotment - A pretty full day.
Dylan put his coat on by himself, once he had it on I couldnt get him to take it off - I had to do it up for him!!!
By the time I eventually got Dylan into bed I was more than ready for the warmth of the duvet myself.
Saturday, March 22, 2008
Dylans Party
This weekend the weekend of the JOINT BIRTHDAY PARTY.
There are five of us, Annette, Helene, Julie, Emma and me, who hang on a regular basis, whose babies, Orlan, Archie, Eva, Maisey and Dylan, were all born pretty near each other. Rather than having separate parties we had decided to have a joint party, we had also agreed that our little bambino's have got enough stuff, so we decided to ask everyone who was coming to the party to not bring presents, but to make donations to the NSPCC.
Invitations went out, the room was booked and the cakes made (thanks to Annette). Saturday morning came and I felt bloody awful, I had spent most of the night poo-ing through the eye of a needle and being violently sick when I wasn't poo-ing.
Mum and dad agreed to take Dylan to the party, because Keefe was going to do his shopping - priorities in the right place, or what. After dropping Dylan off at mine, he then had the cheek to invite himself to the party. I was too ill to actually argue with him. He didn't even see that as he didn't know anyone else there and had made no contribution to the party that it was, in my opinion, wrong for him to be there.
But he went, so did mum and dad. Mum called me half way through the party to say that Emma, had asked Keefe if he was "Dylan's Grandad". God that made me smile - bitch that I am!
Me, I spent the day lying on the sofa, watching "Sharp" in between visits to the toilet.
Mum and dad took Dylan for the night, because Keefe had to tidy up and he had had him for two nights previously.
I'm saying nothing!!!! (four exclamation marks should say it all)
There are five of us, Annette, Helene, Julie, Emma and me, who hang on a regular basis, whose babies, Orlan, Archie, Eva, Maisey and Dylan, were all born pretty near each other. Rather than having separate parties we had decided to have a joint party, we had also agreed that our little bambino's have got enough stuff, so we decided to ask everyone who was coming to the party to not bring presents, but to make donations to the NSPCC.
Invitations went out, the room was booked and the cakes made (thanks to Annette). Saturday morning came and I felt bloody awful, I had spent most of the night poo-ing through the eye of a needle and being violently sick when I wasn't poo-ing.
Mum and dad agreed to take Dylan to the party, because Keefe was going to do his shopping - priorities in the right place, or what. After dropping Dylan off at mine, he then had the cheek to invite himself to the party. I was too ill to actually argue with him. He didn't even see that as he didn't know anyone else there and had made no contribution to the party that it was, in my opinion, wrong for him to be there.
But he went, so did mum and dad. Mum called me half way through the party to say that Emma, had asked Keefe if he was "Dylan's Grandad". God that made me smile - bitch that I am!
Me, I spent the day lying on the sofa, watching "Sharp" in between visits to the toilet.
Mum and dad took Dylan for the night, because Keefe had to tidy up and he had had him for two nights previously.
I'm saying nothing!!!! (four exclamation marks should say it all)
Friday, March 21, 2008
What have I been doing these last couple of days...
Well, Keefe went off to London and Ive been looking after Dylan. Its been the usual chaotic crap, added into the pot is my returning to work - Booo, and getting the all clear from Mr Collis regarding my boobs and the all clear on the cancer scare - Yeahhhhhs all round.
Ive also spent a lot of time with Annette and Orla, just hanging either at the aquarium, Kikis or pottering round her place. Its just so easy spending time with Annette, we seem able to talk about anything and generally we do.
This afternoon we headed to the park and Orla and Dylan ran round like mad thingies. its a great way to get them tired out for the night. Annette and I did our usual entertainment thang on the see saw. We are getting pretty good at requests, although I have to say generally we do "Horsey, Horsey", "How much is that doggy in the window" and "Wheels on the bus". All the other mums and dads in the park look on us like we are little mad, but also with a little jealousy - We are after all quite fab!!!
Ive also spent a lot of time with Annette and Orla, just hanging either at the aquarium, Kikis or pottering round her place. Its just so easy spending time with Annette, we seem able to talk about anything and generally we do.
This afternoon we headed to the park and Orla and Dylan ran round like mad thingies. its a great way to get them tired out for the night. Annette and I did our usual entertainment thang on the see saw. We are getting pretty good at requests, although I have to say generally we do "Horsey, Horsey", "How much is that doggy in the window" and "Wheels on the bus". All the other mums and dads in the park look on us like we are little mad, but also with a little jealousy - We are after all quite fab!!!
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
My baby is back...
I crept upstairs once he slept and peeked in at him, I couldnt resist taking this photo.
God I love him
God I love him
Monday, March 17, 2008
My Quiet time endeth...
I spent this morning attempting to make up for my rather lax weekend. I walked down to the shops, it was lovely, windy but still nice to just plod on down. I have to say that the walk back with two heavily laden bags was slightly just off the nice... my arms ache!
I changed my bed, did several loads of washing and spoke to Hooch. It was during this conversation that I finally had to face that Im now totally clear of my antidepresants. And Im back to a rather emotional me!!!
Hooch sent me a photo she had taken whilst attending a ball down in London. She has over the last couple of months lost an incredible 40lbs. Following an accident as a child her front teeth were a stained brown colour, I have to admit that after talking to her for about 3 seconds you totally forget this, but its always been an issue for Hx and because she can she got it fixed.
In this photo she looked slim, she looked confidant and she was smiling!! Even as my bridesmaid she didnt smile (that may have been the dress) but just seeing her looking so fantastic was just too much for my raw red emotions and I burst into tears.
Just as I was pulling myself together didnt the 'cahw' go and call me... Blub!
Anyway following a prolonged conversation we said goodbye, Hx went off to do some work and I went off to play with my compter, whislt watching some of the DVDs that I have never quite found the time to watch.
2.30 came and in walked my wee man. My heart sored and as he ran to me, crying "Ma" I knew that as much as I have loved this lazy weekend, I love having him in my life much more.
I changed my bed, did several loads of washing and spoke to Hooch. It was during this conversation that I finally had to face that Im now totally clear of my antidepresants. And Im back to a rather emotional me!!!
Hooch sent me a photo she had taken whilst attending a ball down in London. She has over the last couple of months lost an incredible 40lbs. Following an accident as a child her front teeth were a stained brown colour, I have to admit that after talking to her for about 3 seconds you totally forget this, but its always been an issue for Hx and because she can she got it fixed.
In this photo she looked slim, she looked confidant and she was smiling!! Even as my bridesmaid she didnt smile (that may have been the dress) but just seeing her looking so fantastic was just too much for my raw red emotions and I burst into tears.
Just as I was pulling myself together didnt the 'cahw' go and call me... Blub!
Anyway following a prolonged conversation we said goodbye, Hx went off to do some work and I went off to play with my compter, whislt watching some of the DVDs that I have never quite found the time to watch.
2.30 came and in walked my wee man. My heart sored and as he ran to me, crying "Ma" I knew that as much as I have loved this lazy weekend, I love having him in my life much more.
Sunday, March 16, 2008
Daniels visit.
Keefe was responsible for capturing pictures of Daniel and Dylan whilst on his visit. Its not one of the things he is great at, so these are the pics I have ....
Call me a couch potatoe...
I cannot believe it, I've had a weekend all to myself, excluding sing and sign yesterday morning and I've done ABSOLUTELY nothing. I mean it, nothing, nada, niet...
Ive sat on the couch moulding my butt into a deepening well of wobbliness. As each moment passes I have felt the pounds increase. That image has not been helped by the fact that I've eaten and drunk more this weekend than I've eaten and drunk for weeks.
I've plebbed!
Oh my god, I feel so guilty!
But it has been relaxing!
Ive sat on the couch moulding my butt into a deepening well of wobbliness. As each moment passes I have felt the pounds increase. That image has not been helped by the fact that I've eaten and drunk more this weekend than I've eaten and drunk for weeks.
I've plebbed!
Oh my god, I feel so guilty!
But it has been relaxing!
Friday, March 14, 2008
Dylan is leaving me...
Or at least Dylan is going to stay with his daddy for the weekend. Daniel, his brother, is coming up to stay, the plan is to take him to Flamingo Land on Sunday, a day which we normally spend at Mum and Dads.
We spent the morning playing in the living room. His speach and vocabluary are becoming really defined, stringing words together to make sentances, which Im sure only close family understand, but it does make me so proud.
Ruth and Josh came to play with us at 10.30 and we had a lovely morning just chatting and watching the two boys play together.
Da Boyz!!
After lunch, which I cooked, with Nigela like precision, we all headed off, Ruth and Josh back home and me to drop Dylan off at Mums so I could head on to Sing and sign.
The latter part of the afternoon/evening was spent watching my mum and dad playing with Dylan. The do dote on him and it makes my heart smile to see how much he loves them too.
Cuddles from Nanma San
Nanma is constantly hounded to "come play" and she is not allowed to sit down for five minutes on her own. Not that she minds this of course, encouraging him to jump and bounce around the house like a small hooligan on acid.
Gandie and he are just mates, playing chase, hiding and sharing fruit.
"Its mine" - "No its mine"
We spent the morning playing in the living room. His speach and vocabluary are becoming really defined, stringing words together to make sentances, which Im sure only close family understand, but it does make me so proud.
Ruth and Josh came to play with us at 10.30 and we had a lovely morning just chatting and watching the two boys play together.
Da Boyz!!
After lunch, which I cooked, with Nigela like precision, we all headed off, Ruth and Josh back home and me to drop Dylan off at Mums so I could head on to Sing and sign.
The latter part of the afternoon/evening was spent watching my mum and dad playing with Dylan. The do dote on him and it makes my heart smile to see how much he loves them too.
Cuddles from Nanma San
Nanma is constantly hounded to "come play" and she is not allowed to sit down for five minutes on her own. Not that she minds this of course, encouraging him to jump and bounce around the house like a small hooligan on acid.
Gandie and he are just mates, playing chase, hiding and sharing fruit.
"Its mine" - "No its mine"
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
Im ready to go back to work.
Yep, its official, one of the outcomes of the work fiasco was that I had to go through Occupational Health to decide how and when I returned to work. The last time I went I had a meeting with a very officious bloke, who was more interested in the sound of his own voice than actually discussing what my situation and needs were. So to put it bluntly I was not looking forward to this meeting.
The letter asked you to get there 10 mins early, which I did, I then sat for another 30 mins waiting for the arrival of said bore. Each passing moment made me more angry and I spent all the time twisting my hair, biting my fingers and going through the things I would say to the officious ole bugger.
Then this lovely smily lady turned up, full of applogies, she asked me to come with her and situated me in her office, apologising again for the delay and saying how she "understood how angry I would be feeling"...
My anger slowly subsided and I was left smiling along with Ethelda Brown. Before too long I was telling her about the last couple of years. She sat writing notes and nodding and I kept thinking "God Shannon, shut up, you sound like a real hypercondriac with serious reality issues".
But once I had run out of breath she smiled, sat back and said "My God, what a couple of years you've gone through". Then she proceeded to discuss with me my best options for return, ways to relax at night time and how to cope with returning to work and leaving Dylan.
I left feeling that I hadnt been totally crap these last five months, that actually things had been addressed and I had come out of it feeling stronger and more able to cope with life.
Its amazing how a nice smile and understanding nod can change your perception on things.
The letter asked you to get there 10 mins early, which I did, I then sat for another 30 mins waiting for the arrival of said bore. Each passing moment made me more angry and I spent all the time twisting my hair, biting my fingers and going through the things I would say to the officious ole bugger.
Then this lovely smily lady turned up, full of applogies, she asked me to come with her and situated me in her office, apologising again for the delay and saying how she "understood how angry I would be feeling"...
My anger slowly subsided and I was left smiling along with Ethelda Brown. Before too long I was telling her about the last couple of years. She sat writing notes and nodding and I kept thinking "God Shannon, shut up, you sound like a real hypercondriac with serious reality issues".
But once I had run out of breath she smiled, sat back and said "My God, what a couple of years you've gone through". Then she proceeded to discuss with me my best options for return, ways to relax at night time and how to cope with returning to work and leaving Dylan.
I left feeling that I hadnt been totally crap these last five months, that actually things had been addressed and I had come out of it feeling stronger and more able to cope with life.
Its amazing how a nice smile and understanding nod can change your perception on things.
Thursday, March 06, 2008
Im going back to work - Its official
Met up this morning with Mick, Chris (Big Bos) and Suzanne Hayward from HR. Kinda went the way I expected it, things Mick had previously said were changed, so I looked like a very paranoid wretch, and had totally misunderstood his comments - whats new there then!!!
But the basic outcome is that once I have had my meeting with Occupational Health I'm going back for 3 days a week, to be arranged with Manager at Howdon Community centre, and I will be working as an ICT facilitator.
Howdon is a good centre, so Im actually looking forward to it, the staff there are great and the punters who were coming in for the sessions I was doing there seemed really eager and very enthusiastic about ICT.
All good news then.
Just can't help wishing I could find that 68yr old millionaire with a heart defect, then I would have to go back.
But the basic outcome is that once I have had my meeting with Occupational Health I'm going back for 3 days a week, to be arranged with Manager at Howdon Community centre, and I will be working as an ICT facilitator.
Howdon is a good centre, so Im actually looking forward to it, the staff there are great and the punters who were coming in for the sessions I was doing there seemed really eager and very enthusiastic about ICT.
All good news then.
Just can't help wishing I could find that 68yr old millionaire with a heart defect, then I would have to go back.
Monday, March 03, 2008
2 is the Magic number.
Yes today my bambino turned two.
We had such a lovely day. This morning he got out of his own bed and came into my bedroom "Ma - milk". We went downstairs and had a leisurely breakfast then I began the "get ready" for the quiet family party I had invited folks too.
Now this has actually caused a bone of contention in my family, because in two weeks time I'm going to have a joint party with some of the girls I know whose babies are born around the same time. I decided that today then would just be Mum, dad, Keefe (Cough) me and Dylan opening cards and presents. But everyone else in my family seemed to think that I needed to have cake and invite at least a few of his friends to celebrate the big day. To keep the peace I invited, last thing last night, the girls from my NCT group - even though they too would be coming to his joint party, and a new acquaintance Renata, with her lovely son, Danny.
Dylan and I headed off to the shops to fill up on party food and a cake tin. You can't make a cake without a cake tin. Shopping has become somewhat torturous. Dylan hates being in a trolley and even following Dr Tania's advise and taking things to distract him or offer him to eat, we still have a bit of a battle on our hands. Luckily he doesn't do much screaming and tantrum throwing and when it happens I'm getting better at calming and distracting "Oooh Dylan look bake beans"
So recyclable bags filled and Dylan once again contained in the trolley I headed off home with great resolve about cooking Dylan's cake. I had decided to make a carrot cake, not your traditional birthday cake, but he loves carrot cake at the moment.
In true "Shannon madness" the recipe didn't work and instead of a plump raised cake I had a thin slice of uck. The filling and topping were a crime to culinary skills and it looked like I was heading towards a true cake disaster.
Dylan was running round my legs, wholewheat flower was flying everywhere and the carrots were running low. I decided on the ole "two layers is better than one" I made another layer, filled the middle with orange butter spread, covered the top in a Delia based recipe and plonked a candle on the top "Walllahhhhhh"
I had brought food for all 14 of us and proceeded to cook a batch of chicken legs, Indian bits and pieces and making the filling for sandwiches. In the middle of basting chicken legs and sorting our ribs Ruth texted to say that sadly she wouldn't be able to make it.
I hoovered and quickly cleaned the house, or at least the bits of the house that people might go into. Next text - Danny and Renate wouldn't be coming! Hmm just hoping that those coming will be hungry.
Dylan was more than happy during my domestic trials and tribulations to play with his new cooker. Even though I had said to everyone "DO NOT BUY PRESENTS" I had succumbed myself and brought him a cooker, quite fab and he loves it.
Keefe collected Dylan at 12 to "take him off my hands for an hour or so, taking him to Adventure Land to run him ragged".
Cake disaster diverted, food cooking and house relatively clean at 2pm I felt as if I was "in control", normally I would be reaching for the wine at this stage in the firm belief that a party doesn't swing without alcohol, but for some reason being drunk didn't hang properly.
Mum and dad turned up with the tent, yes I did say tent and Weebles castle.
They just don't make them like they used too!
We blew up balloons, cooked the last of the food, stuck up banners an generally got the house ready. Just after 2.30 Keefe turned up with Dylan and his Thomas the Tank engine track, with 20 balloons the house was getting rather full. Dylan ooh'ed and ahhh'ed through the whole process, loving it.
At 3pm Annette turned up with a trampoline. Fiona and Thomas turned up soon after and it was official the house was full - I kinda thanked my lucky stars that Ruth and Renate hadn't been able to make it.
The party, if I say so myself was fab, Orla, Thomas and Dylan ran round like hooligans, playing in the tent.
Thomas, a tent and twenty balloons.
Jumping on trampolines and causing the cats to have an apoplexy. There was food a plenty, conversation flowed and it seemed that everyone had a great time.
My carrot cake was a hit!!!
By 6pm the house was almost back to normal, Dylan lay supine on the sofa with his bottle of milk an contented look on his face. He looked so happy. We, or should I say, ate the last of the party food, bathed and then watched an hour of Winnie the Pooh.
The perfect ending to a somewhat chaotic but perfect day!
We had such a lovely day. This morning he got out of his own bed and came into my bedroom "Ma - milk". We went downstairs and had a leisurely breakfast then I began the "get ready" for the quiet family party I had invited folks too.
Now this has actually caused a bone of contention in my family, because in two weeks time I'm going to have a joint party with some of the girls I know whose babies are born around the same time. I decided that today then would just be Mum, dad, Keefe (Cough) me and Dylan opening cards and presents. But everyone else in my family seemed to think that I needed to have cake and invite at least a few of his friends to celebrate the big day. To keep the peace I invited, last thing last night, the girls from my NCT group - even though they too would be coming to his joint party, and a new acquaintance Renata, with her lovely son, Danny.
Dylan and I headed off to the shops to fill up on party food and a cake tin. You can't make a cake without a cake tin. Shopping has become somewhat torturous. Dylan hates being in a trolley and even following Dr Tania's advise and taking things to distract him or offer him to eat, we still have a bit of a battle on our hands. Luckily he doesn't do much screaming and tantrum throwing and when it happens I'm getting better at calming and distracting "Oooh Dylan look bake beans"
So recyclable bags filled and Dylan once again contained in the trolley I headed off home with great resolve about cooking Dylan's cake. I had decided to make a carrot cake, not your traditional birthday cake, but he loves carrot cake at the moment.
In true "Shannon madness" the recipe didn't work and instead of a plump raised cake I had a thin slice of uck. The filling and topping were a crime to culinary skills and it looked like I was heading towards a true cake disaster.
Dylan was running round my legs, wholewheat flower was flying everywhere and the carrots were running low. I decided on the ole "two layers is better than one" I made another layer, filled the middle with orange butter spread, covered the top in a Delia based recipe and plonked a candle on the top "Walllahhhhhh"
I had brought food for all 14 of us and proceeded to cook a batch of chicken legs, Indian bits and pieces and making the filling for sandwiches. In the middle of basting chicken legs and sorting our ribs Ruth texted to say that sadly she wouldn't be able to make it.
I hoovered and quickly cleaned the house, or at least the bits of the house that people might go into. Next text - Danny and Renate wouldn't be coming! Hmm just hoping that those coming will be hungry.
Dylan was more than happy during my domestic trials and tribulations to play with his new cooker. Even though I had said to everyone "DO NOT BUY PRESENTS" I had succumbed myself and brought him a cooker, quite fab and he loves it.
Keefe collected Dylan at 12 to "take him off my hands for an hour or so, taking him to Adventure Land to run him ragged".
Cake disaster diverted, food cooking and house relatively clean at 2pm I felt as if I was "in control", normally I would be reaching for the wine at this stage in the firm belief that a party doesn't swing without alcohol, but for some reason being drunk didn't hang properly.
Mum and dad turned up with the tent, yes I did say tent and Weebles castle.
They just don't make them like they used too!
We blew up balloons, cooked the last of the food, stuck up banners an generally got the house ready. Just after 2.30 Keefe turned up with Dylan and his Thomas the Tank engine track, with 20 balloons the house was getting rather full. Dylan ooh'ed and ahhh'ed through the whole process, loving it.
At 3pm Annette turned up with a trampoline. Fiona and Thomas turned up soon after and it was official the house was full - I kinda thanked my lucky stars that Ruth and Renate hadn't been able to make it.
The party, if I say so myself was fab, Orla, Thomas and Dylan ran round like hooligans, playing in the tent.
Thomas, a tent and twenty balloons.
Jumping on trampolines and causing the cats to have an apoplexy. There was food a plenty, conversation flowed and it seemed that everyone had a great time.
My carrot cake was a hit!!!
By 6pm the house was almost back to normal, Dylan lay supine on the sofa with his bottle of milk an contented look on his face. He looked so happy. We, or should I say, ate the last of the party food, bathed and then watched an hour of Winnie the Pooh.
The perfect ending to a somewhat chaotic but perfect day!
Sunday, March 02, 2008
A song in D-miner.
Some times when listneing to a song you want to add your own verses......
Would you love meeeee
Would you love me baby
Would you love me
ifff....
I
kissed your husband/partner/live in lover.
Would you love meeeee
Would you love me baby
Would you love me
ifff....
I slep with yoooooooour best mate...
Would you love meeeee
Would you love me baby
Would you love me
ifff....
I slept with yourrrr uncle....
Would you love meeeee
Would you love me baby
Would you love me
ifff....
I said I dont love you
Would you love meeeee
Would you love me baby
Would you love me
ifff....
I said now is not the time
Would you love meeeee
Would you love me baby
Would you love me
ifff....
I said "where were YOU?"
Would you love meeeee
Would you love me baby
Would you love me
ifff....
I said "hold me tight"
Would you love meeeee
Would you love me baby
Would you love me baby ifff....
Would you love meeeee
Would you love me baby
Would you love me
ifff....
I
kissed your husband/partner/live in lover.
Would you love meeeee
Would you love me baby
Would you love me
ifff....
I slep with yoooooooour best mate...
Would you love meeeee
Would you love me baby
Would you love me
ifff....
I slept with yourrrr uncle....
Would you love meeeee
Would you love me baby
Would you love me
ifff....
I said I dont love you
Would you love meeeee
Would you love me baby
Would you love me
ifff....
I said now is not the time
Would you love meeeee
Would you love me baby
Would you love me
ifff....
I said "where were YOU?"
Would you love meeeee
Would you love me baby
Would you love me
ifff....
I said "hold me tight"
Would you love meeeee
Would you love me baby
Would you love me baby ifff....
Tuesday, February 26, 2008
Loosing a baby once is misfortune...
Loosing a baby twice is just plain stupid. Yes following our little bit of excitement on Sunday I had yet another incident today.
Keefe and a work colleague of his were kind enough to drop off a single bed from mums. I've decided to move Dylan back into the little bedroom, in the hope that the smaller room and smaller bed will encourage him to sleep in his own room. Anyway, the bed was put into his, almost, decorated room and we played together for about an hour in there.
I came downstairs to make a cup of tea and started playing with the computer... after all he was safe upstairs. About 20 minutes passed and I went back up stairs because there wasn't a single sound coming from the bedroom. He wasn't there.
I searched in all the cupboards - he has started to hide - I searched in all the bedrooms, I searched in the bathroom. I came downstairs and searched in all the rooms. Where could a little boy be hiding?
I went back up stairs feeling a slow panic creeping in. I searched all the rooms again, under the beds, behind the curtains, calling for him.
NOTHING!
I ran downstairs, the back door was closed, the front door was closed.
I ran back upstairs and looked in all the rooms again, under the beds, behind the curtains, could I have missed him?
NOTHING.
Then I went into the spare room, in panic I pulled out the bed, the cupboard, the chair and there he was fast asleep on the floor. He must have gone in there to hide and crashed. I picked him up and took him back to his room.
God I'm not sure I can do this mothering thing. I'm spending most of my time in a state of panic! Is it allowable to tie your child to your hip!!!
Keefe and a work colleague of his were kind enough to drop off a single bed from mums. I've decided to move Dylan back into the little bedroom, in the hope that the smaller room and smaller bed will encourage him to sleep in his own room. Anyway, the bed was put into his, almost, decorated room and we played together for about an hour in there.
I came downstairs to make a cup of tea and started playing with the computer... after all he was safe upstairs. About 20 minutes passed and I went back up stairs because there wasn't a single sound coming from the bedroom. He wasn't there.
I searched in all the cupboards - he has started to hide - I searched in all the bedrooms, I searched in the bathroom. I came downstairs and searched in all the rooms. Where could a little boy be hiding?
I went back up stairs feeling a slow panic creeping in. I searched all the rooms again, under the beds, behind the curtains, calling for him.
NOTHING!
I ran downstairs, the back door was closed, the front door was closed.
I ran back upstairs and looked in all the rooms again, under the beds, behind the curtains, could I have missed him?
NOTHING.
Then I went into the spare room, in panic I pulled out the bed, the cupboard, the chair and there he was fast asleep on the floor. He must have gone in there to hide and crashed. I picked him up and took him back to his room.
God I'm not sure I can do this mothering thing. I'm spending most of my time in a state of panic! Is it allowable to tie your child to your hip!!!
Sunday, February 24, 2008
I lost my baby!
Today I met up with Annette to do a quick walk - we had a bit of a meander around Tynemouth station, there is a small market that takes place on Saturdays and Sundays its full of bric a brac and bits and pieces, some of it nice, some of it nasty, but its generally a nice meander.
Dylan was given his obligatory pennies and he decided to buy something for Orla (Bless his little cotton socks) whilst paying the man for the green teddy bear I let go of Dylan's hand - for two seconds, or at least as long as it takes to take the money out of my purse, hand it over and thank the bloke - and bam, my son had gone.
I have to admit to panicking, I ran to Annette, "Dylan's gone", we both scanned the area in panic. No sign, I ran back to the stall, the bloke hadn't seen which way he had gone, he asked his friend on another stall - No sign.
I just kept shouting "He's two, small, blond, curls, blue eyes, he's wearing a bright orange jacket". No one had seen him. I spotted two police 'people' circling the stalls and ran to them "My baby is gone". The young woman office looked at me and in one second took in the total panic. "Its ok, what does he look like"....
"He's two, small, blond, curls, blue eyes, he's wearing a bright orange jacket".
"Is that him, over there". I turned to see my wayward wanderer happily perusing a box of toys. I ran to him, I grabbed him, I cried...
The police officer came over to me "Are you ok? I know exactly how you feel, Ive a little one about the same age... do you need a cup of tea?".
I know it sounds stupid, but I really did feel totally at a loss. In those few moments I had found his little body and buried him, had a nervous breakdown and plummeted into deep depression, ending up being eaten by cats and that would be my just deserts for being such a bad mother!!!!
Dylan was given his obligatory pennies and he decided to buy something for Orla (Bless his little cotton socks) whilst paying the man for the green teddy bear I let go of Dylan's hand - for two seconds, or at least as long as it takes to take the money out of my purse, hand it over and thank the bloke - and bam, my son had gone.
I have to admit to panicking, I ran to Annette, "Dylan's gone", we both scanned the area in panic. No sign, I ran back to the stall, the bloke hadn't seen which way he had gone, he asked his friend on another stall - No sign.
I just kept shouting "He's two, small, blond, curls, blue eyes, he's wearing a bright orange jacket". No one had seen him. I spotted two police 'people' circling the stalls and ran to them "My baby is gone". The young woman office looked at me and in one second took in the total panic. "Its ok, what does he look like"....
"He's two, small, blond, curls, blue eyes, he's wearing a bright orange jacket".
"Is that him, over there". I turned to see my wayward wanderer happily perusing a box of toys. I ran to him, I grabbed him, I cried...
The police officer came over to me "Are you ok? I know exactly how you feel, Ive a little one about the same age... do you need a cup of tea?".
I know it sounds stupid, but I really did feel totally at a loss. In those few moments I had found his little body and buried him, had a nervous breakdown and plummeted into deep depression, ending up being eaten by cats and that would be my just deserts for being such a bad mother!!!!
Saturday, February 23, 2008
Beach Play
Dylan is cutting down on his sleep - I think! He doesnt seem to want to sleep through the day, but this means that sometimes he crashes out way too late, like 4pm. Which means that he doesnt want to go to bed on time cause he is still wired. So Im attempting to ensure that he doesnt crash late afternoon, by keeping him active from his afternoon nap up till bed time.
This afternoon Annette and I went to the beach, a little walk by the sea - great!!!
Dylan had other ideas though, walking was definitely not something on his mind. Walking knee deep into the water was on his mind,
sitting in the water was on his mind, lying in the water - yep that was there too...
After 20 mins of chasing waves and laughing like idiots Dylan announced he was wet, cried his heart out and then allowed me to change him. Sometimes you just dont know what to do for best.
This afternoon Annette and I went to the beach, a little walk by the sea - great!!!
Dylan had other ideas though, walking was definitely not something on his mind. Walking knee deep into the water was on his mind,
sitting in the water was on his mind, lying in the water - yep that was there too...
After 20 mins of chasing waves and laughing like idiots Dylan announced he was wet, cried his heart out and then allowed me to change him. Sometimes you just dont know what to do for best.
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