Fruit Face!

Mackay and Jamie's favourite dessert

Mackay plays with my mind

Mackay is usually pretty good at putting himself to sleep but because it has been so hot he played up at bedtime tonight.

This was the sequence of events.

Jamie put him to bed
Shuffle, shuffle noises heard on the monitor
He called 'Gaga, Gaga!' a couple of times (Gaga is what he calls Jamie, long story)
We ignored it.
He read himself his sleepy bunny book, he had shortened the narrative somewhat to 'bunny, bunny, hahaha'
quiet for a few minutes
A few more 'Gaga! Gaga!'
Lots of grunting and shuffling around
Some more shuffling
Gaga! Gaga! and then escalating crying.
At this stage I conceded defeat and went upstairs to ask him what was up.
He had taken off his sleeping bag and was lying with his feet against the wall.
He was adamant I was to lie down next to his bed while he fell asleep, I tried to negotiate so I could sit outside the door but he wasn't having it.
So I laid down, he stood up,
I said if you stand up I'm leaving.
He lay down
I lay down
He stood up
I threatened to leave if he didn't sit down
He stayed standing up
I left the room
He cried
I came back in the room
He lied down
I lay down
He stood up (it is tedious to read this? it was more tedious to participate in it, believe me)
I stood up
He lay down and asked for some water (he was definitely not thirsty.)
I gave him water from a sippy bottle, it leaked, he complained about it.
He stood up
I went to leave the room, he lay down.
I lay down
He asked for his new hat. I said okay and I went down stairs to get it and while i was downstairs looking for his hat he fell asleep and not a peep since.
What is going on with that? Totally playing some weird game with me. Crazy child.

Am i too old?

Coloured jeans are massive in London at the moment, especially because it's summer. Walking down the high street you see all the colours of the rainbow slapped on people's legs. So I thought I would follow the trend and get some hot pink jeans. I thought I was pretty trendy until jamie told me 'Coloured jeans are totally a 20's thing not a 30's thing.' Rude and ageist. But I disregarded his comment and wore them anyway because I spend a lot more time on celebrity blogs than he does, i know what the hip people are wearing.

I gave them their first outing on sunday and I went to see two of my friends who are quite fashion forward and no one said anything about the jeans and I said to Jamie when we left
'i surprised no one said anything about my new jeans.'
And he said 'Maybe they did say something, just after you have left.'
That's my husband, always tells it like it is. A word of warning don't ever ask him if you have put on weight, he will give you an honest answer.  Be prepared for it.

This has just come back to me , like some traumatic flashback, once I was in the fitting room with my mum trying on bikinis and she said to me 'Are you still going to the gym?' I said i was and then she said 'maybe you should cut down on the biscuits then.' Really,  I am surrounded by too much honesty.

Also I think all the step and spinning i have been doing has increased my thigh girth. Not good. Especially since i just ordered some bright green skinny jeans and I'm not sure if bright green is technically a slimming colour.

Below are the offending jeans

Mackay's birthday xxx

Why do i do it to myself?

There are lots of things that make me cry, but mostly it's the tlevision. i would like to say this has ben a new occurrence since becoming a mother and feeling mother deeply, being more connected to the circle of life, etc etc etc. But actually i have always been an easy crier. it's a fact.

The top three tv programmes that make me cry, always are:
Number Three: Great Ormond Street- a programme about the children's hospital in London which features sick children that are usually pretty cute who go through hideous treatments and if that wasn't bad enough about 50% of them die. Hideous

Number Two: 24 hours in A&E Sick people again, this time in an A&E department. And people die in this one too, but it's worse when they totally fake you out and the documentary makers make like people have died when actually they haven't and then they pop up at the end of the programme to tell you how precious life is and how you should not take one single day for granted. I do this a lot, i take every single day for granted so after watching this i am sad and feeing guilty about how i have squandered my life.

Number one: P&G advert And i'm not even joking i can't type this without crying. It's for P&G I have no idea who they are or what they do apart form make highly emotional adverts. Anyway it follows a mum and her son and her getting up early for running practice and travelling on the bus and generally struggling and then the last scene is of him at the olympics winning gold and he blows his mum a kiss. Real tears are coming to my eyes now. Jesus.

And Jamie says to me, why do you do it to yourself? The answer is i don't know, any psychologists out there your opinion is welcome.

And I even found the advert on google, watch it and tell me you don't shed a tear, I dare you.

Shower time!

Mackay definitely plays by his own rules, his new thing is showers. He loves showers. He now has one in the morning with Jamie and me, then one in the afternoon after his dinner and then he has his normal bath. Mackay does not accept that there is currently a water shortage in London. This morning Jamie started singing drum and bass in the shower and Mackay started dancing, it was the funniest thing I have ever seen.

But because he is so excited to have a shower after dinner he now has his dessert in the shower. Yesterday I sat on the toilet while he had a shower ate some grapes and yelled 'one more!' at me and I passed him another grape. Today he took it to a new level and started making food requests when he was in the shower, 'eese!' (cheese) Nanna! (Banana) rnage (orange) so he had cheese, a whole banana and an orange. In the shower, with the water running.  I thought that because the food was wet it might put him off, but it didn't.  He happily ate it and then made requests for a yoghurt but I put my foot down.  So he left the shower and ate a yoghurt, naked with a knife.

I have been very lazy

it's been so long since I blogged they have changed the blogger interface! so excuse me if this has typos because i might not be able to find the spellcheck button.

So what's been happening since the end of feb?

Well the weather was cold in March and then we had 10 days of 20 degree weather early April and Jamie said to me 'i think this is the start of a long hot summer.' As soon as it was out of his mouth I knew he had cursed us and it has been cold and raining ever since. Entertaining an active toddler indoors is like trying to keep a bull from breaking a plate in a china shop.

But we moved last week into a new house which is much bigger than our last house and finally I feel like we have enough space for the three of us and no threat from an imminent rat invasion. Did i blog about the rats? Basically we had rats in the cupboard at the end of the hall (we named it, rather unimaginatively, the rat cupboard) anyway they were in there and they were there to stay after 7 visits from the rat catchers they still hadn't got them all, they thought that there was a hole from the sewer that came directly into our house. That's right our cupboard was a shortcut the rats took to get from their underground liar into the human world. They were brazen buggers too, one ran all the way down the hall under the door and through our lounge. It was at this point I discovered that both Jamie and i are both afraid of rats. Not a good combo for a marriage, anyway we had to leave the rat house and have now moved into this hopefully rat free home which has wait for it, stairs! We now have two levels of London flat.

my favourite parts of the flat are the back garden, big bedrooms and no rats. Jamie loves the open plan lounge and having a dining room, Mackay favourite part is the shower cubicle, actually just the shower cubicle door which he likes to open and close especially when I am in the shower while shouting 'get out. at me and then he cries when he gets wet. Sometimes i feel like I am banging my head against a brick wall when i try to teach him abut consequences.

And it's his birthday tomorrow, he is two tomorrow, I thought at this stage i would be entertaining the thought of another one but i can't really be bothered with the whole pregnancy and breastfeeding thing again. And those sleepless nights, you can forget about it.

So tonight Jamie and I are assembling gifts for him which will probably end in some sort of argument and then we will have them all set up when he wakes up, a bit like christmas morning. I'll post pictures of his excited or grumpy face depending on what mood he wakes up in.

So now the stress of moving is out of the way and all the other stressful projects I have had in the last couple of months I will try to blog more.

Mackay and his best friend Jamie (or Jam)