Saturday, 8 November 2014

More of a BOG post this week.......(shudder)

So, my lovely follower from Istanbul gave me a kick up the sizeable derrière to write another blog post. Seriously, it's been a madly busy time but yes it's definitely worthy of a blog. However, one needs to keep it all brief or else you will end up weeping in despair like I did on Sunday and Monday. I fondly refer to those days as Poo Gate.

Firstly, on a brighter note, there has been cherry tree shopping in epic proportions, compared to recent times when I haven't really found the time to scour for second hand bargains.

Sweet Child is the one to really benefit from this as baby clothes are usually in amazing condition as not worn much....unless you feed them bolognaise sauce while they wear crisp, white clothes. Then those garments become mere dusters. and I weep....again.

OK, the dress, top and head scarf (after the strawberry hat pics) are second hand. The dotty Jasper Conran dress cost just £1.50 from Dorothy House. I love it too much.




The dotty head scarf was 50p from Oxfam and I think we will be sharing it as I love a 50s look.

I also bought this Laura Ashley dress from Scope for £2.50. 


I love the detail on little girls clothes.



I also bought this gorgeous knitted dress but she would NOT pose in it at all. It was £1 from Help the Aged.


There is also this fab babygro from H&M, snug velour.


Oh, with a cute matching heart on the bottom!



There has also been the purchase of this Blue Zoo frock for £1.




Then I picked this up for me.



It's a really heavy ornate bird cage for a whole £1.50 from Scope. I think I love it too much. I have named her Verity. 

So, in other news there have been some very early starts....


and there has been a very cute baby....


There has also been the christening of Sweet Childe...


And after a roast lunch in our lovely local, I put on traditional afternoon tea with 1940s music. It was fabulous. Oh and everything except the frosted cake stand is from the cherry tree shop, including a whole tea set from Oxfam.




And the reason for my weeping this week????

On the same day as the christening, our house decided to have a major blocked drain and toilet problem. Nothing quite like raw sewage seeping through your downstairs loo while guests mingle in their Sunday best. It didn't ruin the magic of the day, but it made things a little shite to say the least.

It got quite a lot worse on Monday which tipped my OCD about poo over the edge, quite frankly.

You would have though Ebola had come to my seaside town if you had seen me during the clean up...


But £300 poorer and no longer feeling contaminated after watching two drain men walk raw sewage in and out of my house as they Ummed and Ahhhed about the drains outside and loo inside, I now feel cleansed and at peace with the world again.

Oh and on a final note and show casing my cherry tree plate, can I show you the cheese crisps I have been making?


Totally gorgeous as Sweet Child will demonstrate, although she then choked so I will wait a little longer before dishing them up again.



But you basically dry fry slices of cheese and watch for three mins. It's the flipping future I tell thee...

Monday, 13 October 2014

Chicken Licken Good

I had a delightful surprise last week. One of the lovely readers of my blog, Ellie, sent a copy of the vintage Ladybird book Chicken Licken to me, complete with a pretty greetings card. So full of thought, that lovely Ellie, and she's now completed my collection in that particular series.
Whoop whoop, I am one step closer to owning 'em all.


In other news, I have had the inlaws staying for three nights. A lot of cake has been eaten, it has to be said.


See the plate with roses on in the above pic? My latest cherry tree purchase...six for £3.50 and I love them.



The weather is utter misery but I am beating the blues by dreaming of a white Christmas and snuggling up with the girls...the Prince was out when we took this...





Baby led weaning continues to create havoc in the kitchen......




My mornings are still very early but someone is full of beans......



is it time for a snooze yet?



Friday, 3 October 2014

Time for a little whine (but not actual wine)

So while the Husband finished his shift in the Big Smoke last night and swaggered off to some glitzy trendy bar to meet up with his London friends...AND stay the night...my Friday night was typically nuts in the land of domesticity.

While he supped copious amounts of beer and spoke to real adults about proper things, without being interrupted every ten seconds by a child needing a wee, poo or food, and no doubt ending the fabulous evening on a high with shots of Sambuca, I walked around the house with my hands held up to my face in pure Edvard Munch Style. I felt like screaming only I was too shattered from a 5am start.

Every room was trashed, except our bedroom which is always a haven of calm, it's the law.

Even though this little madam shares our bedroom.....and quite often our bed. 





The Prince had pulled out every single pair of pants and chucked them on the floor of his bedroom. There were about 47 pairs of primary coloured Y fronts. Every single drawer was pulled out with a mass of clothing spilling out, toys all over the place, Lego all over the floor. It was like a down market charity shop. You know the ones. The ones that smell a bit funny and are more like a jumble sale and have weird ornaments like owls covered in the world's tiniest sea shells.

He didn't have weird ornaments everywhere but the place was littered with Play Mobil and Star Wars tat. Five light sabers just ready to trip me up and teeny tiny plastic bits on the carpet that flipping hurt your bare feet.

Then the baby, the Sweet Child, started climbing the stairs with a breadstick wedged in each clammy little fist, which was an accident just waiting to happen so I dashed back down to scoop her up, just as she dropped both breadsticks and the Prince ran out and demolished them both into micro crumbs.

Then I looked in the bathroom. If there hadn't been a bath and toilet in there, it would have been hard to guess what sort of room it was. The Princess had just dumped loads of clothes in there, and there were books and toys strewn everywhere. I could feel my stress levels rising just ever so slightly as I am a tidy freak, it's the Virgo in me.

I opened the cupboard on the landing and five towels and a duvet fell on my head. Then I set foot in the Princess's room but one look around made me step away immediately. It was carnage in there.

Downstairs wasn't much better. There was food all over the kitchen floor, plus hair, as I am still shedding loads post pregnancy. The highchair was covered in Weetabix which had congealed and hardened like concrete, the washing up was practically falling out of the bowl and there was still washing on the line.

In the living room, the Prince and Princess were fighting over who was playing Minecraft on the iPad and suddenly I felt overwhelmed.

It was safe to say I wasn't exactly on top of things as I had chosen to spend the day enjoying the last of the summer by the sea. This was my punishment for taking time out from chores.

And so I set about sorting it all out, with my small army of helpers. Who gave up after three minutes because "they were ever so tired after working all day at school and their feet hurt and they might have a headache."

By 11.30pm, the house was gleaming, all three children were bathed and snoring, and I collapsed in an exhausted heap on the sofa with an Ovaltine, reflecting on how different my Friday nights were before having kids.

We used to live in Bath city centre and would leave work, hit the cool bar just yards from our flat and drink gin and tonics til the bar closed and we moved on to a club. 

But as I dragged myself up to bed and kissed each child on their marshmallow soft cheeks, I knew I wouldn't swap it for Friday nights in fancy bars.

This was my life now, it wouldn't be for ever, and socialising will happen again at a time I will be wishing my children were still young. Probably.


Look at the difference in a few months!!!!




AND I bet the husband will wake up with one hell of a hangover today, ha!

Mind you, I feel mightily hungover on three hours sleep and there wasn't a drop of alcohol consumed. Hate that.

Wednesday, 1 October 2014

When you were young and your heart was an open book...


So I stupidly let the Prince watch my favourite Bond film Live and Let Die.

A slight error because he is utterly obsessed with it now, like he was with Harry Potter and Star Wars. It's the first thing he watches when he comes home from school, and this is what he drew at school this week:


It is indeed a gun. Of sorts. And that says "death", don't you know?

The proofreader in me is itching to amend it in red pen.

He even knows some of the words from the film. I picked him up from school yesterday and hugged him. He greeted me with "Hey man, for twenty bucks, I'll take you to a Ku Klux Klan cook-out." in a proper American accent, drawl and all.

Time to dig out The Sound of Music tonight, methinks.

Speaking of which, the Princess has landed a part in The Sound of Music at one of the schools nearby, I am so proud, it's one of my faves. I seriously have to restrain myself from belting out the numbers and twirling myself around like Maria on the mountain, each time I go along to watch the rehearsal.

And Sweet Child continues to keep me on my toes, a true mountain goat, she climbs and explores everything.





Onto cherry tree shops, I bought my sister a gorgeous navy silk blouse originally from The White Company but totally forgot to take a photo. She was thrilled though. £3.50, bargainous!

Right I must go. I have been up since 5am and I have a gorgeous gummy babbling baby to snuggle up with before the other two wake for school.

Hoping to hit more charity shops on Friday, watch this space.


Monday, 22 September 2014

Hickies and Heisenberg

It's looking rather awkward in the neck department at present.


Sweet Child has given me the mother of all love bites. There she was, a-sucking on my neck, and I indulged her. It was warm and nice and I felt we were having a moment. We have lots of moments because she is a very cuddly, tactile, loving baby.

But there's loving, and there is serious bruising. The above pic was taken two hours after it happened. Now the bruise is black and I look....well, rough as chuff, for want of a better word.

It is now a hideous hickey in an 80s teenager kind of way. Something I never had or wanted in my youth. How ironic that I get one now and it is TOTALLY in yer face. I am wearing a lot of scarves.

I don't think she was trying to latch on for a feed because she knows my boobs are barely up at the top end of my body these days. She would have had more luck if she had latched onto my kneecap...

Anyway, other than giving Dracula a run for his money, Sweet Child has become a mountain goat. She walks around furniture, climbs the stairs, tries to get out of her highchair and is into everything. It's exhausting! She is nine months old tomorrow. 







When she has gone for a nap, I pack all the chores in or do a spot of baking. Here is a Spanish Apple cake which is a Baby Led Weaning recipe. It is LUSH!


And I am still churning out these spinach and cheese muffins.


It was my birthday last week, I had a wonderful time and enjoyed summer weather on my big day. I was sent these books to add to my collection, by my lovely friend Kerry.



The husband spoiled me and we had a lovely day together, pottering by the sea with the baby, sipping Prosecco, indulging in coffee and cake, lunch in the sun. It was lovely. He took me out for dinner a few nights beforehand, which was our first night out in ten months! 

I took a bag that didn't have wet wipes or spare nappies in. I wore perfume and not Eau de Mashed Breadstick. I felt semi human and I ordered gin at the bar, without a small person tugging at my sleeves and announcing they need a poo.

Oh, the husband and I are both feeling bereft after watching the final episode of Breaking Bad. No spoilers here, yo.

But I wonder if we were addicted to it, in a crystal meth kinda way. We are lost without it. We used to sneak off to watch an episode when Sweet Child dozed, absolutely genius show.

Now we are toying with what to watch next. I can't tell you how much I want to watch it all over again from the very first episode.

But in the meantime, I need to find some good concealer for the monstrosity on my neck.

Til the next time...

Tuesday, 16 September 2014

Sleeping bags

I have been up since 5am and am possibly ever so slightly delirious, so do bear with.

I tootled off to bed at midnight which was ridiculously late but I had been busy scoffing buttery sweets from France that I had forgotten about (bit like Wurthers Original but weirder) and wasn't that tired. But then Sweet Child fed twice in the night for half an hour each time before standing up in her cot at 5am and then giving me the cheeky smile that she knows will win me over.

Of course it worked but, man, there is nothing more depressing than coming downstairs when it is still dark and kids' TV hasn't even started. It was just me and Jeremy Kyle. Like a nightmare......if only I had been asleep.

After ten minutes with Jezza and realising that actually, my life isn't all that bad and there ARE people who look worse than me in tracksuit bottoms, I couldn't take it anymore. I was Tattooed Out and sick of all the moronic shouting.

Then I was ready for lunch. But it was only 6am. I hate that.

By the time the morning school run was done, I actually fancied fish fingers, chips and beans and just knew it was going to be a loooooooong day.

But I had success in the cherry tree shop.

Look at this little beauty I got for 20p.



My favourite page is below...



And two days ago I had success.....


The Princess was thrilled. "Oh, it's so....like....so like...totally me," she proclaimed! 

I was chuffed to have bought her the below shirt too as it's still in H&M at full price. For me, it cost £1.50.



She got this too. I am back in her "Mum is Trendy After All" book. Yo!


I picked up the below for Sweet Childe:




And here she is rocking her cherry tree skirt I bought recently. Aw, I love the baby. She smells of biscuits and porridge and honey. 


I still carry Sweet Child in the wrap sling thing even though she is nine months old next week. This is my view. Look at those lashes.


I mustn't forget the Prince. The funniest kid like, ever.

Yesterday he told me he had big news for me. I had to wait until bedtime for him to tell me. He looked at me earnestly and with wide eyed excitement and said "Today, I found something out. I found out that a chicken is actually a bird..."

And there we have it. Fascinating.  He told me today he had chicken korma for lunch but his friend Ray had chicken pork.

"Um....what's chicken pork exactly?" I asked with interest.

He looked at me with intense irritation and said: "You know exactly what chicken pork is. Everyone knows. It's what you order instead of chicken korma, for goodness sake."

Okay.

So, I have been on the go for 17 hours and one must get one's beauty sleep before the randomness of tomorrow greets me rudely from 5am.

Although I am a year older tomorrow so I hope to get a slight lie in and let the Husband get it on with Jeremy Kyle instead.

On the Morrow, my friends. And with less eye bags one hopes...