R.I.P Pop

We got some sad news on holiday our much loved Pop died suddenly from a stroke. He was a good friend to Jamie and I.

He was a surprising guy Frank, as soon as you thought you knew him he would pull a story out of his hat about a person, place or something he had done that you never knew before. He saw a lot in his life and made some great achievements of which I think his children, grandchildren and great grand children were one.  I saw him treat everyone with respect, even when they sometimes didn't deserve it and he had a quiet wisdom that comes with age and making a few mistakes.

As soon as i met him I felt like he was my grandfather and we loved him so much we gave Mackay his name because we wanted to honour him and now every time I say 'Mackay Frank', which I say a lot because I like to use his middle name for discipline related issues,  it makes me a little bit sad but hopefully one day the sadness will go to be replaced with happiness. But for now we miss you pop and I wish I had the chance for one last conversation.

Fun times in italy

We had a lovely relaxing holiday in Italy, but man the italians are too relaxed and i found this a bit annoying which undid my relaxation somewhat. Apart from on the roads on which they turn into maniacs, have accidents and then make people almost miss their flights which makes some people (e.g. me) turn into a screaming maniac which is not relaxing for husbands.

And I ate so much I have almost put back on all my baby weight, so am back to the gym and the diet, hardcore, no mucking around.

so below are lots of pictures of our fun times, I won’t caption them because it’s obvious guys, get with the programme. Apart from to say Jamie’s particular favourite is the one of mackay with the tennis racquet and ball. He thinks we have the next Federer on our hands.

Also did I tell you that my goal before the next baby comes along is to do a triathlon. It’s a  great goal two things are preventing me from doing this, one I can’t swim, two I can’t ride a bike. Neither of which are very cool things to admit.

Anyway I have started swimming classes and the instructor, who is like a Spanish James Franco, said I was the best in the class and gave me a high five, which isn’t saying much as there was one guy in our class that needed five noodle things around his waist and he still wouldn’t take his feet off the ground. Also my sister told me that me nephew’s swimming instructor gives him high fives, which made me feel a  little lame.

Anyway first lesson down and hopefully by the end of the term I can do one of those turn things at the end of the pool, Jamie said a flash turn thing doesn’t mean you are a good swimmer. I said no but it looks cool and at the end of the day that is what I am aiming for.

I have no idea how I am going to learn to ride a bike, I don’t think they give classes in that.

xxx

he speaks

Mackay now says three words. Woof which sounds like wo, moo which sounds like mmmmm and no which sounds like NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!

what, what what!

Look below

Is this an appropriate swimsuit for a 31 year old mother? If you look closely you will see there are diamantes on the top. And it's fluorescent yellow leopard skin.

Jesus, somebody save me from myself.

world breastfeeding week

It’s world breastfeeding this week and to celebrate I thought I would share two of my favourite pictures of me and mac. Don’t worry theres no nipple only a little bit of fat stomach.

also there was a time when my milk sustained him, can you believe it? all he needed was milk, now he needs a whole more then milk. his new favourite food is olives. weirdo.

also i read an amusing blog post today about covering up in public when you are breastfeeding for your own modesty,  for the babies modesty or to make people more comfortable or whatever.

the whole debate made me laugh, i used to get my boobs out anywhere and i mean anywhere, in the park, in a  restaurant, in the bus stop, on the bus and i remember i was with other mums who were breastfeeding and they would cover up and i just couldn't be bothered. I was having a hard enough time finding the energy to change nappies let alone covering up my boobs. and by the time i had enough cognitive ability to buy one of those cover up things, mackay was having none of it. He used to push it out of the way with his hands or his feet or just refuse to feed under it. So really mackay made the decision to show the world by boobs, it had nothing to do with me.

Also as an interesting side note by boobs have now gone down two cups sizes post baby, I like it.

dinner disaster

just made meatloaf for dinner and it was rank. We had to slather it in bbq sauce to eat it and mackay wasn't too keen on it either. Jamie said  he wasn't surprised it was the worst thing I have cooked in ages. Ever since i gave him the plate of orange (fish fingers and sweet potatao chips)

i am trying to get mackay to feed himself now, mostly because i am bored of shovelling food into his mouth. It's going well we have had sausages, fish cakes and disgusting meatloaf and he has eaten it all. he loves peas, carrots and corn. not to keen on broccoli and potato but i might try to make a cheesy sauce to disguise the taste a bit.

And today as we were sitting in the garden having some lunch the neighbours upstairs were having really, really loud sex. And she had a very interesting vocal range. And they are Japanese, and i thought they were a conservative people. Anyway we had to move indoors because we didn't want Mackay exposed to porno noises while he was eating his hommous and cheese sandwich.

Running in the sun