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)

Another idea

I had another brainwave to deal with the poo situation in case the technology never catches up with the genius of poo shocker.

What about pavement stones where the poo bounces back and hits the owner in the face, or that may be a bit extreme. What about if it hits them in the leg. Genius.

Aerobics- drea style

In my usual Tuesday morning step aerobics (I am aware of how middle class housewife this sounds) there were some americans this week and our usual instructor was away and we had a replacement and he was very spanish and very camp.

And he would occasionally flick his wrists or hips in a dance like movement and the American who was next to me would whoop and when I say whoop I mean she would yell 'WHOOP, YEAH, WOO WOO' And then the instructor, would whoop back! And then she would whoop again. It was like some weird bird mating call.

And no one else in the class was whooping, I was not whooping, no british people were whooping. We were all silent, deathly silent. But the whooping continued, it was terrifying. It really but me on edge, I never knew when the next whoop was coming. Gay spanish aerobics instructor loved it.  I hope our normal instructor is back next week, I don't think she will stand for the whooping.

part four and the last one I promise

I don’t post anything for ages and then like 10 posts in one day with about one hundred photo’s sorry dudes. I’ll try and keep it more consistent in 2012.