Since being on maternity leave, I’ve (occasionally!) found myself with some free time in the day. After intense bouts of mummy-ing (if that is a verb?), my brain can’t really take anything more complicated than a cuppa and something easy/repetitive. If that tea break is at 4pm, I satisfy that repetitive loop by watching Dance Moms (fight, dance, BIG FIGHT, repeat). BUT, if that tea break is in the morning, I comp. My little mister also loves anything with a tv screen, so sitting him on my lap in front of my 2 monitor PC rig will usually keep him happy and smiling whilst I enter away!
It’s been a busy weekend this one, and since Little Mister’s arrival it just feels like we’ve been going non-stop. Early on Saturday we viewed a wedding venue that we both loved (not sure if bubba liked it, he waited an hour before crying to leave), then in the afternoon we went to a lovely birthday party. Sunday we popped to Mothercare to spend our voucher, and was very fortuitous with the sales (next year’s summer clothes are sorted! 3 pairs of shorts for £6, £2 t-shirts. So many bargains!). We also picked up a reduced Lamaze highchair toy; as Lamaze have recently unveiled a new logo I had a hunch all of their toys would be coming down in price. Afterwards, we went to the most magical place on earth… Toys R Us! In these times of Amazon Prime next day delivery, I just couldn’t justify picking anything up there and then. The only toy related thing on my radar to still get is a Vtech baby walker, but they were a full £6 cheaper online. I did come away with a Mario Lunchbox for myself, and a new found appreciation of how many toys there are in the Toot Toot range.
They’ve always said that a picture speaks a thousand words. With the photos I’ve been taking since the arrival of Little Mister I could probably out-do a library. I’ve always dabbled in photography in my spare time, and often on outings out I’ll slowly peel away from a group because I’ve spotted a butterfly on a leaf, or because the way the light filters through the trees looks interesting.
Little Mister is still teething, bless his heart. In between bouts of being smiley, we have long periods of just screaming. He’s even screaming in his sleep now, which is a little disconcerting as he doesn’t wake up. We ventured out into town for a little fresh air, which meant harnessing him into the buggy. Funny thing, every time I put my son into his pushchair, this is the face that greets me:
Little Mister and I have been stuck in the house for 3 days now. Apparently an expected delivery date of Wednesday-Thursday means early afternoon on Friday, silly me. I’d had had the bright idea to get a playpen before we really needed one (before Lhe discovers he can co-ordinate arms and legs into some sort of transportation method and start chewing on the cables). As well as being a safe and secure baby jail during the waking hours (Little Mister is only 3 months, but is frequently shuffling off his play-mat whilst the adults pop to make delicious black coffee), it would be a great holding cell at night for the rest of the baby toys that seem to scatter wildly around the house. We decided upon the MCC playpen, as featured on Amazon and eBay.
We’ve all been there; you’re having people around in a few hours, the house is a tip… and you have no snacks in at all! Or, even worse, you’re not having people around, the baby has just stopped crying after an epic 2 hour meltdown and you’ve already eat all of the emergency biscuits to have with your pick me up coffee! You need a recipe that’s easy to execute, and fast. Have no fear, one bowl peanut butter cookies are here for you! No Mixers involved; just bang it all into a bowl, stir it together, and fling it in the oven. I can’t remember my source for this recipe, so I can only apologise. This is one of those that I had written down years ago in my notebook and paraphrased in shorthand. If you do recognise the recipe please let me know so I can give full credit!!
This morning started off at a standard level of eventful (let’s just say that trying to cut nails at 6am after a major poop explosion was not the calmest way to kick off the day). After a brief snooze we awoke again at 8am to a noise I’d been dreading for months. Quiet at first, so quiet that you’re not sure you’ve heard it, but as the day goes on its more often, and louder… then you realise that yep, those are definately snuffles. Eeeep!