Nappy Days

(can someone tell me why the sheesh my blog text is weirdy beardy. What did I do??? How do I remedy it?!!)


I went into Gregg's (the Baker's) yesterday. I am not a snob (my kids will have the odd Fruit Shoot too).


I don't exactly "frequent" the place, however, if one of the kids wants a cake and I want them to be quiet (so I can peruse cherry tree shops), I will slip inside and sniff the air while deciding which cake to get them.


Ahhhhh, you can't beat Eau de Doughnut. 


Although, when I popped in yesterday and joined the long queue (noticing that everyone seemed to be wearing tracksuits yet none of them looked like they actually do any exercise...), I soon realised it wasn't gorgeous cakey scents I was smelling. The whole place smelt of wee.


Now, in the coastal town where I live, there is a little old lady who carries her whole life in ten shopping trollies  (you couldn't make it up) and lives on the streets. At first I wondered who else could create this aroma of urine that filled the air. Perhaps she'd nipped in for her daily sausage roll. I couldn't see her in the queue of Sporty Spices though.


Then it hit me. I was on day one of potty training and I had completely forgotten about it.........the poor Prince was a little soggy to say the least. Turns out Eau de Tramp was coming from him, poor mite.

Nappies are now banned. But it ain't easy

I bought 12 pairs of Thomas the Tank Engine pants yesterday. He got through 12 pairs of Thomas the Tank Engine Pants. And seven pairs of trousers. He finished up wearing swimming trunks around the house when we ran out of everything else. 


And then he cried. I nearly did too. I HATED yesterday. Especially when I noticed he had a tail poking suspiciously out of the back of his swimming trunks. Then realised what the "tail" actually was. 


Sometimes I feel like a fake mum. I hate poo, sick and bogies. It's just not my bag.  So with hidden retching and fond memories of how I used to spend my Friday evenings, I dealt with it.


Today was better. Only two pairs of wet pants. But no poo......ho hum.


The rest of the week has been pretty good. I had a lovely cherry tree shopping experience (note to my new followers, I call charity shops "cherry tree shops") with the lovely Sarah from Annaboo's House. We had two whole hours without children. We managed several cherry tree shops and a coffee before we ran out of time.


She has been a busy bunny with all the crochet creatures she makes and sells. She also makes these lush rings so I couldn't resist buying a couple of rings and matching earrings. We are planning another shopping sesh soon, as well as a wine evening. I am so glad I found her through Blogland, how lucky to live so close to someone who loves charity shops.

Yes I know, I need to moisturise more often (they look like elephants trunks!)

Look at the cutesy earring I am showing off too. I am thrilled!

Sarah spotted this crochet blanket - how sad that someone's hard work ends up in a second hard shop.... I love it but not enough to buy it.

I really fancied this casserole dish but decided to try to resist. Now I am regretting it. I love the design, very retro. I don't think it was proper pyrex, but very similar.

Sarah snaffled these two beauties.  How cute are they?!

I loved this kitsch board game. The illustrations remind me of something. Is it Mr Ben? King Rollo? Not Now Bernard?

Sarah REALLY wanted to buy this belt, which was made with beer bottle tops studded into the leather, but I said "No Sarah, please restrain yourself. I know it is very you, but you can't have it all." No doubt she really regrets not getting it...

Now who would wear a belt like this?
Sorry it's blurred but old ladies were getting suspicious of me taking pics

And this is my major regret of the week. NOT buying this. I should have got it and painted it. But I am trying to be good at the mo.  But for £30, I am a fool. Should have snapped it up.

Onto other things, a five-year-old boy (who is the son of one of my new friends) has got a massive crush on the Princess. It's hilarious (but not for her). He sees her at school and hugs her, kisses her up and down her arms and says "Ooh, I LOVE you!".


Here she is dealing with it well, at his birthday party last week. He is truly smitten, bless him.

First time, first love, oh what feeling is this?
(pure embarrassment, if you ask the Princess)

On a final note, if you are a mother and ever at a loose end (like, really), give 'em a lemon and sit back, ready to be entertained...

Yes I've accidentally given the Prince a Friar Tuck........

And now, I shall retire to my bubble bath, read one of my new books from the library (a Jojo Moyes one, as I loved her Me Before You) and prepare mentally for day three of No Nappies. Yikes.