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!
Mama loves shopping, especially buying goodies for the little mister (…and collecting obsolete video games, but that’s another story). However, I refuse to overpay for anything. Naturally, this means I get super excited about bargain hunting and frequently drag everyone out to charity shops, carboots and the middle of no-where to collect something from Gumtree.