Wednesday, 27 August 2014

Basket Case

I am breastfeeding for the umpteenth time and it suddenly dawned on me that I could blog at the same time. Which means I may actually manage to write more than one blog post a month. Go me. 

Mind you, I will never win Achiever of the Year or anything because I achieve nowt most of the time.
However, look this. Just LOOK at it! I know you share my excitement...

Look at its 360 degrees of wickery wonderment.

That, my darlings, is of course, the bottom of my washing basket. My Ali Baba. (Oh, does anyone still call theirs the Ali Baba? It sounds so dated. It's like the Husband referring to the "Swimming Baths" whenever he talks about taking the kids to the pool. Sooooooo 1983.)

Anyway, back to my Ali Baba, the last time I saw the bottom of it was when I bought it in Woolworths, about nine years ago.

This is a major accomplishment. I am on top of the washing. On top of the world. 

(Does one need to get out more when one is taking photos of the bottom of ones washing basket? Most probably. But alas, I have had a mere two hours out without the children in EIGHT MONTHS. I kid you not. I think it has slowly driven me mad).

Anyway, I celebrate the basket's emptiness because it's usually a successful chores day if I can actually cram the lid on top to conceal the zillion pairs of pants and Shreddie-encrusted babygros inside. But today is an epic day and I feel like Washer Woman of the Year. 

So, the end of the six weeks summer holiday is looming...well, this year, no one has pushed their sibling into a deep pond full of carp like last year so it's been a success in terms of non disasters.

OK, so the Princess and the Prince did get bored one morning and changed the sex of Sweet Child from this: this boy child who they named Zac.

As you can see, "Zac" wasn't too keen to start with.....

but "he" soon came round.

And on the whole, it's been surprisingly calm, despite the fact we have the extra child this summer. Not many old people have tutted at us at all on outings. Result!

Mind you, I have my work cut out. Sweet Child is eight months now and started crawling yesterday. 
It's lethal - she doesn't look like she can travel far so I leg it to the kitchen to stir their delicious homemade beef and ale casserole (...well, ok, I mean sling fish fingers in the oven....) and upon my return, she has somehow eaten all the paper off a piece of jigsaw and got it wedged in the roof of her mouth while looking most pleased with herself. 

A fridge magnet was swiftly removed this morning from same infant orifice and it's making my nerves jangle. She must not be left alone. And her brother and sister are hopeless at keeping an eye on her. They are too busy killing each other while watching Home Alone 2. Wish I was Home Alone. Just for a little bit. I would sleep and bathe and sleep and watch trash. 

So I will basically now get nothing done except ensure my Sweet Child comes to no harm, child proof the house and move everything up a level. Funny how you forget baby things.

She is also doing this...

and having a marvellous time!

And what else have we been up to?

We spent two weeks in the south of France. It was heavenly. Best holiday ever in fact.

The Husband did some arty stuff in the fields where we stayed:

All the other pics are on my camera which I must sort. It's on my To Do list. 

Unlike tackling the washing pile. Ha!

Until tomorrow that is. Tomorrow will be spent retrieving items from the baby's fat little fists and no doubt watching that Ali Baba groan once again.

Wednesday, 23 July 2014

Stop! Kiddy Time.

The Prince has told me that when he dies, he won't go to Heaven. Oh no. He will go to Prison.

Soooo funny but if I laugh he then goes nuts at me so I have to hold my emotions in but then I feel like I might explode, which is never good in this heat.

He is football obsessed and won't believe me when I tell him daily that the World Cup is over.

"Mum, I love the teams. I like Argentina because he is a nice player."

I have given up explaining who are players and who are teams.

He also loves watching "Shilly" and "Ockstralia" and refuses to believe it's all over, even though he knows Germany won. He is such a funny kid.

Totally Lionel Messi mad.

And so the kids have broken up from school. They break up and I break down.

Actually, I have a good feeling about the summer holidays this year. No one will push their sibling in a pond, complete with MASSIVE fish this year...

I took it upon myself to hit the cherry tree shops yesterday while it was just Sweet Childe and I, as the other two aren't keen on second hand retail dreams.

I bought a couple of bits for the baby including this cute MotherCare sundress which was 75p. 

The other purchases are currently drying on the washing line. I forgot to bring the washing in tonight, I also forgot to water the plants. Call it sleep one sleeps well in this heat.

But ain't the weather great? Apart from the fact it makes men take their tops off. Men who shouldn't take their tops off. That's the downside to the UK summer.

In other news, I have been baking cheese and spinach muffins for the baby from the Baby Led Weaning Cook Book and Sweet Child loves them.

I walked to the sea yesterday. I saw an elderly lady try to cross the road on her motorised scooter and felt I should help her as there was a lot of traffic. She told me she thought I was her grand daughter.
Her grand daughter who is 24!!! Go me!!!!! I am 39 in September and so was naturally cock-a-hoop until she said "Yes, you have her build and everything." which kind of ruined it for me as that can only mean one thing. 

And then I popped into Dorothy Perkins and asked for some white linen trousers. The assistant went to look for some and came back all apologetic because she only had size 10s left and looked at me as if to say "so obviously they won't fit you you oversized saggy baggy old mare". Again, my cock-a-hoopness had dwindled. 

But who cares when this is the reason for my lack of time to sort myself out. I love this perfect bundle. 

I tried to get a nice pic of me and the two little ones this week while the Princess was at drama. But only got the out takes below and gave up. 

Yikes it is midnight. I have been up since 5am and Sweet Childe will wake in the next two hours to guzzle and then the Prince will have a night terror.

Tomorrow is a long and lazy beach day with one of my dearest friends, so I shall update afterwards. 

Saturday, 12 July 2014

Not a laugh in the bath

I have a new ploy to get my children into the bath each night, because it was becoming too much like hard work.

After requesting nicely, in my calmest voice, for each of the older ones to get in the bath last night, I waited and waited and...waited.

"Yeah hang on, in a minute," was all that I got.

I asked again, drumming my fingers. Then I instructed. Then I ordered.

Then I screeched a little. But I hate screeching. 

Yet still, no one was listening and my blood was starting to boil.

So I left them both in the living room, went upstairs, grabbed my new Prima magazine which I still hadn't had chance to read, added more bubbles to the tub,  stripped off and decided to indulge in some serious sud soaking.

"Ah! This is the life," I thought to myself as I reclined and turned the first page of my glossy mag.

Within three minutes I was interrupted by both children, who demanded to know where I was, what I was doing and "why the heck" was I in the bath.

I made them wait for me to have a ten minute bath...not quite as long as I had anticipated...and then finally each of them got in. 

Me skulking off to have quiet Me Time is a guaranteed way of getting them to do as I ask.

It reminds me of a few weeks ago. Both of the older children were watching mindless TV, Bondi Rescue, as I recall (actually that is a rather guilty pleasure of mine too, gotta love a bit of the lifeguards Hoppo, Chappo and Whippet tearing through the surf to save a life). Anyway I digress.

A few weeks ago I decided to run a long, luxurious bath with my gorgeous Ren rose oil while the kids were busy lolling about downstairs.

With a lavish hand I swirled plenty of the expensive rose oil in the water, climbed in and bathed in seventh heaven.

For thirty whole seconds.

Suddenly out of nowhere the Prince appeared, tearing his clothes off.

"WOAH, what are you doing?" I demanded.

But before he could answer, he was already in the bath with me, thrashing around like a slippery eel.

Then he smiled with a self satisfied face and uttered those dreaded words.

"I have just done a wee."

I was out of that water faster than Tom Daley dives in. 

The Prince then looked at me and said "Mum, can I get out now please? The water smells of stupid roses".

You couldn't make it up. I guess I will look back on all this and laugh one day. Probably.

In other news, I haven't been cherry tree shopping this week as have been very busy but I did get my hair done which only happens once in a blue moon.

I am not a fan of the selfie these days as think it looks very smug, but man, if you had seen my hair before this, I was like an 80s throwback. And not in a good way.

Tuesday, 8 July 2014

The Charity Shop Bug

I am a little off cherry tree shops this week (I know!)

I am quite miffed actually. Firstly I was in one on Saturday, in second hand heaven, when the assistant loudly announced "If anyone here is a size 18, I have just put out some lovely brand new jeans."

She then made a point of saying it again while edging closer in my direction. I turned around to see who else was in the shop, and saw a girl behind me who was a size 10, and it slowly dawned on me that the comment was aimed in my direction. There were no other customers, just the slim girl and me.

Now, there is nothing wrong with being a size 18, I have been there...twice. But when you are not a size 18, when you are two sizes less than an 18 and haven't eaten chocolate for three whole days, you can't help but feel offended. I was gutted.

I looked at the shop assistant, looked around me, shrugged my shoulders and carried on hunting.

"They really are a bargain. Brand new as well," she smiled at me.

I looked at her and said "And if someone who comes in happens to be a size 18, you should definitely point them in the right direction. But only as long as you are confident they are a size 18 and you won't offend them..." I smiled back.

Then I picked up a size 12 dress and said "I shall take this one please,  it will fit perfectly."

I shall return it next week when she isn't working, I couldn't even fit it over my boobs. Gah!

My other experience that has put me off cherry tree shops happened yesterday.

I popped into my favourite one on the way to collect the Prince from school and needed to kill time as I was early.

I started browsing the books. A dear little girl came out from behind the counter and started admiring Sweet Child.

"She's a pretty baby, please can I see her?" She asked timidly.

"Of course you can, but try not to touch her." I said. I said it as I am a little fed up with people touching Sweet Child around her face and I don't like to think that perhaps they haven't washed their hands etc etc. 

The girl's mum came out from the stock room and smiled. Her daughter kept passing Sweet Child toys and then touched her face. I admit it's tempting, my baby has a cute face and is very smiley.

"Try not to touch her face," I reminded her.

The little girl followed me all around the shop, commenting on everything I was looking at. After a while it was a bit tiring. I wanted a quiet browse.

She handed Sweet Child a toy which went straight in my baby's mouth, natch.

"So how old are you?" I asked her.

She told me she was four and I asked if she was starting  school in September.

"No, I have already started school but I didn't go today because I was sick all day yesterday and again today," she said, while reaching out towards my baby for the umpteenth time.

I look at her mother who was smiling behind the counter.

"Excuse me, is it true that your daughter has a sick bug?" I enquired.

She nodded.

"So I don't think your little girl should be anywhere near my baby do you?!?! I am surprised that you have just been standing there watching her touch my baby for the past ten minutes. I can't risk my baby getting ill and I also have two other children." I said in my incredulous voice. I was livid. LIVID I tell thee.

She looked as if it hadn't dawned on her, weakly apologised and I walked out. Not to return until I stop seething. Some people really infuriate me.

ANYWAY, here is Sweet Child enjoying her first summer by the sea and then scoffing her first ice cream while modelling her latest cherry tree frock. Oh and finally showing her undying love for her big brother.

Talking of Big Brother, is anyone actually watching it? Me neither. The BB bug is one I definitely don't want to catch.

Tuesday, 24 June 2014

Cherry baby

Can you see my latest treasure from the cherry tree? Nestled right there between the chintz and the blue frosted fluted dessert dishes.......which are also from the charity shops?

Here we are, I have gently brought it out to show it off further. I cradle it like a baby, I love it so.

This 1950s Babycham glass was tucked away on a shelf in the local Scope charity shop and cost me a mere £2. It's hexagonal stem and style of deer tells me it's 1950s, rather than a slightly later version.

did intend to quaff Prosecco from it, but actually I am worried I will break it. These glasses are rather in demand and I can't believe I fell upon one so easily.

And, truth be told, you can't get much Prosecco in it anyway...

Other cherry tree treasures this week include:

I was so excited as was missing this one from the series and the illustrations are sweet. Naughty Ginger!

I also bought:

Although The Magic Stone has a newer cover, I have been searching for it for YEARS and the inside is just like the one I loved as a child. Man, I loved that book.

I also snapped this up for £1. 

"Yeah John they are boats, I can see them. Jeez, pull yourself together and calm down, you freak." said Janet. Probably.

also bought yet another glass jelly mould, isn't it funny how I searched for one for a long while and now find them all the time?! It is what you tune into I guess.

Love a bit of wobbly jelly, although it's a constant reminder of my post baby figure. Gulp.

I tell you who isnt worried at all about how much she can shovel in though, and that's Sweet Child. She was six months yesterday and I started the Baby Led Weaning last week, a week earlier than planned. None of the time consuming puréed food malarkey, just normal food and it's brill.

She had grabbed humous out of my hand and went nuts for it and since then she has devoured cheese on toast, weetabix, celery, chicken, broccoli and has enjoyed her first barbecue.

The mess is hideous but she is having an absolute ball!

In other news, we had our next door neighbours round on Saturday night for dinner. I ruined dessert through over whipping the cream and curdling it, I hadn't had time to Hoover and believe it or not, didn't even get time to change. And so when they arrived at 8.10pm, I looked a wreck in jeans and a sun cream stained top, while they looked swish and fragrant and ready for a lovely child free night.

All my kids then decided to stay up, even Sweet Child cried til 9.30pm which was unheard of, although it was a humid night.

So the neighbours walked Sweet Child around the garden while I left the other two to it in the living room and in the end we had a lovely evening, even if I did have to nip out to Tesco Express for bog standard dessert...

Today looks another glorious day, the beach beckons. 

There will more from me about cherry tree shops and the terrible trio soon. But now I must find myself clearing up from being knee high in weetabix. Which is a bugger to clear up, once it has dried and hardened.

Sunday, 8 June 2014

Hot Right Now

(Psst......Can I just say the below post has taken all day to write, in between dealing with pesky kids, chores and a spot of sun bathing. I started it at 9am, it's now 3pm.........)

It's hot today. Like proper bo baking hot and it's only 9am. I've been up since 5am with Sweet Child who decides she likes that time of day to sing loudly (and badly) at the top of her voice.

So we came downstairs early, I watched bad Channel 5 films which I'd recorded for moments like this, and now at 9am I am ready for lunch.

Everyone else has just come down for breakfast. It's kinda awkward. Wish I had some brunch. I could murder eggs and bacon right now.

So onto Cherry Tree treasures. I took three bagfuls of clothes to a charity shop and found this gorgeous Rochas outfit for Sweet Child while I was in there, it's too cute and frilly and everything I love about girlie clothes.

Sue Ryder

It was only £1.50 and so was this gorgeous dress.

She has just discovered the toy TV and loves it!

I barely look for Cherry Tree clothes for me these days, its all about the baby. The clothes are nearly always brand new or barely worn, dead cheap and there are some lovely brands out there if you search.

In other news, the Prince turned five on Thursday and we threw him a little party yesterday. He only wanted six boys, he wanted a football and Star Wars theme and he wanted a square chocolate cake.

But I decided to try a football pitch, to fit in with his theme.

Cake baking isn't my forte and I shall leave it there. Rest assured I will buy one next year. Kids just don't appreciate the effort at that age. They don't care whether Marks & Spencer or Mum made it.

"So is it a good bake?" I kept demanding.

Everyone just mumbled through their cake holes, I think it tasted OK, and hopefully better than it looked.

There were lots of traditional party games, all the boys attacked the Husband with their light sabres and I think a good time was had by all (except possibly the Husband, due to said light sabre violence).

It's going to be a beach day today. I love a coastal breeze when its warm.

Oh and finally, I wean the baby in two weeks time, when she will be 6 months old. How can she be 6 months old?

Cherry tree dress

She is still the cutest dolly, more vocal and has a sense of humour already. I am more than smitten and I have made some great friends since having her which is a huge bonus.

There are plans in place to go to the mum and baby cinema session next week, baby yoga, walks to the sea and lunches out. It's definitely been the most pleasant maternity leave I've had. Having a baby by the sea totally rocks.

Oh back to the Prince and being five, here he is from the start. Where it all began.

A day old
A year old

Turning two

Now we are three

Hitting the big 4

Can't believe he's five. Opening his first football kit! THE JOY!!!
Absolutely love his face in this!
 Aw, maybe I will turn out another bake for his 6th birthday next year. Soggy bottom or not.