Thursday, 21 March 2013


Everyday, without fail, as we turn the corner on to our street on our way back from school in the afternoon I hear the same words...

"Mummy, I need a poo."

The end of the afternoon school run has become so stressful because a code brown is guaranteed.

We all end up legging it down our street, me pushing the buggy at super speed. The big lad leading the pack looking like one of those speed walkers as he desperately holds everything in.

I have tried to explain that he ought to go to the loo at the end of the school day.

He says he doesn't need it then.

I just think the lavatory facilities obviously aren't up to his high standards.

For those of you that have seen American Pie you will understand the shitbreak reference.

Sunday, 17 March 2013


Recently I have realised how much we take some things for granted.

Our littlest man is finding his feet.

It has been a while coming.

Every day his confidence with walking grows.
He throws his arms up in absolute triumph and bounds towards you with the biggest grin on his face.

Steps are wonderful but as it happens bouncing and stomping are equally thrilling.

Whether it be a hokey cokey, a sleepy bunny, a dingle dangle scarecrow, a jelly on a plate, a trampoline or generally being as happy as you know it, a good bounce and foot stomp never goes a miss.

When our little man was two months old and at Glenfield hospital a wonderful play co-ordinator (one of the many amazing and invaluable members of staff at Glenfield) took his footprints and made us a wonderful picture.

I have shared this before and it was one of the readings we had at little man's naming ceremony.
The words mean even more now...

Someday I'll jump through puddles,
Take a stroll or run a race.
Someday I'll walk across a street,
Or maybe walk in space.

Someday I'll scale a mountain,
Or I'll join a ballet corps.
Someday I'll walk a tightrope,
Or explore the ocean floor.

Someday these feet will do some things,
That only heaven knows,
But for today they're happy
Just to wiggle all their toes.

I have been reminded recently, one way or another, of the pain we felt when we had to contemplate that we might lose our little boy.

Now he is walking and talking.
I am quickly reminded again of how wonderful life can be.

Sunday, 10 March 2013

Happy Mummy's Day

I think this has been my favourite Mother's Day since becoming a Mummy almost five years ago.

The weekend started with a night out with some of the other Mum's from my son's class at school.
Last time we made the mistake of going out on a school night. It's fair to say there were a few mum's wearing sunglasses with sore heads on the school run the morning after.

This time there was no mad morning organising to be done which made the night even better.
Some random gentleman bought our table two bottles of bubbly which started the night off perfectly.

The eldest boy was confused when he got up Saturday morning to see me having a lie in. I could see panic in his little face as he recalled there was some occassion coming up. He said "what do I say Mummy...happy valentines day?" 
He was relieved when I told him Mother's Day was not until the day after.

I was treated this morning to a show put on by the toddler...

What more can a Mummy ask for!

It was 'watching week' at swimming today so we got to see how much progress the big lad has made with his swimming. 
We were very impressed.

It has basically been a day full of very proud mummy moments.

Thankfully the parental's have returned from their jolly (completely rude of them to take a holiday) so after swimming we landed at theirs.

The boys, along with their much loved cousin made lots of noise and caused lots of chaos!

Our littlest one decided to completely show off and out of nowhere was walking more than ever before and shouting and singing at the top of his voice!
I have never seen him so excited.
Lots of fun.

Happy Mother's Day to all the Mum's.