Another one on the way

Due end of June Yipee!

I totally forgot!

My sister had a baby boy called Bruno about a month ago. I'm so totally self-obsessed i forgot to put it on my blog.

Also i've had a vomiting bug which means I have vomited for four days in a  row and Jamie has had me on the World War Two diet, which is white bread, crackers and plain pasta. Hang on did they have white flour in the war? if they didn't it was more dire than i thought.  I branched out and had spinach pasta last night and it didn't go down to well, literally.

Another thing i'm not sure if you know but have you ever vomited  standing up? i recommend it. Not vomiting of course but if you have to, try it standing up. It's much more pleasnat. I vomited into the waste disposal rather than the sink as I didn't want to mush my hand around in the vomit to get it down the sick. but I think standing up makes your stomach contract less or is less cramped or something. Either way standing up vomiting is my new thing. Maybe I should let Kate Middleton know.

mackay knows his name 'Mac-Kai Frank Bennett' and my name 'Andrea' but he thinks Jamie's name is 'Babe' the other day he finished in the shower and said 'i'm ready to get out Babe' I think it is hilarious, jamie not so much.

Right off to have another water cracker, oh the excitement.

Well ...

No blog post in about 500 years and i am thinking of giving up the blog, I have been doing it for ages now, maybe about 5 years give or take and I think I am running out of things to say. And motherhood has turned my brain to mush, seriously speaking of words in more than 5 letters is a struggle. I've lost the love a bit actually and probably because my blogging is so intermittent, my audience.

I also notice how many blogs that mothers write revolve around their children, mostly with phrases like 'here we are at the beach' or 'My first piece of apple' and although i am guilty of this. lets be honest it's mostly really boring.

Also there's lots of stuff going down in the Bennett household that i can't talk about. Now by saying this i am not trying to encourage drama or for you to beg me to tell you what is going on. (Much like a Facebook friend whose status updates are 'I'm so angry' and then people ask why and she never responds, seriously is there anything more attention seeking!)  Just that there is stuff that I can't talk about because of national security reasons. This leads to a barrier between you my audience and me the narrator. And as i' m trying to live my life more honestly these days, (It's awesome you should try it) i find that being unable to write about these things means my blogging flow is blocked, big time.

And when you add into the mix Facebook and I feel like I am interacting with people on a digital level. Maybe i should put my Facebook posts on here. Maybe not.

Pack horse

Question: How much can I fit on mackay's stroller?
Answer: a shit load

And they say it's a thankless task ...

Today I was changing mackays nappy and afterwards he said 'thank you for wiping my bottom' he's a sweetie through and through.

Two best friends x

supportive issues

There were only three people at my weekly step aerobics class last week, all the other unemployed women, (other wise known as housewives) must have swanned off to the South of France on holiday. My gym is very expensive and all the woman  that go there are rich. I know this because there engagement rings are the size of my eye ball.

Anyway because there were only three people i was subjected to the sight of seeing myself all the way through the class. Usually i avoid this by standing in the thick of the crowd and by not wearing my glasses. But this week I watched myself in my full glory for the whole hour.

I have come to terms with the fact that i will never be co-ordianted, despite watching Dirty Dancing about a million times and thinking 'that could be me, I could be Baby and learn to dance awesomely in a few days' I could not. What i am still fighting is my boob bounce. I think it's the way i move. I have some type of torso/knee issue that mans when i do any exercise I get excessive bounce in the chest region. And i have tried every bra going, googled 'best sports bra' and bought all of them and i still get a lot of jiggle. I thought this was what everyone got until i saw a lady in my step class with similar chest size with no bounce and then i looked around and no one had any bounce. it was just me flopping all over the place. It happened when i run too, I also stick my bum out when I run, which is extremely attractive. (i know this because when I run past shops i check myself out in the mirror.)

I have no idea why i bother to exercise at all because i look like such a lemon doing it.

Also today Mackay went in the kitchen to get a cookie and Jamie said 'no more cookies Mackay.' He kept on walking and yelled 'Stop me!' back at Jamie. I laughed and Jamie said 'Has he never said that to you? He says it to me all the time.' Mackay has never said this to me and instantly I felt like a better parent than Jamie. success!