My Blog

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Talking about last week's theme, Tara said:

I promised I'd follow (it) up with a nice easy one; give you a week off; ease off with the brain power required.
Well I lied.

This week's theme is: My Blog.
A photograph which sums up your blog. Simple as that (bwaha ha ha ha ha).

Oh that woman is a demon with the themes!

And so I bring you a photograph of The Boy and, well,  Me! I did try and tell him about my antennae but he didn't listen!

(You very, very almost had a real photo of me with The Boy. In actual fact, I published it for all of two minutes until I freaked out and took it down!)

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Cool Words

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I've had mild hysterics this afternoon. It resulted in frantic phonecalls to my husband, various engineers, and in the result of nothing else working, my mum who I cried at.

For the past month the freezer has been leaking steadily. Throughout the day there would be a gentle and occasional drip onto the lino (toddler safe!) below. Husband was notified of this and he said, "oh it's probably just a bit blocked, it needs defrosting." I reassured him that I believed it to be more than that, as the freezer is a frost-free model. Well at lunchtime I took The Boy's food out of the freezer and found it was quite as rock-solid as it should be, just as the milk in the fridge wasn't quite as the 3°C symbol on the display was leading me to believe.

Having emptied out all the food in the freezer (which is now currently sat in one of husband's colleagues own freezer, hope they're not having a party!), I was faced with removing the fridge poetry from the front. Either the repairman could fix it or we'd need a new fridge/freezer. If it was the former, it would be in his way, so needed to come off, and I don't need to explain the latter to you.

Problem is that those mini-poems and meandering thoughts have been written over the past nearly two years; since The Boy was born. So actually they're quite significant to us and I can remember when we wrote them. Like the time exhaustion had kicked in as new-parents and we'd discovered the wonders of Starbucks. Or the time that we weren't very impressed with The Boy's Christmas presents so we'd written a little note for nosey people to hint at them.

Either way, I thought I'd share them (click for a closer look).

What's on your fridge?

Weekend (In)Activity

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We've had a terrible few days; The Boy is teething again and this time it's bad. Probably the worst it's ever been in all fairness. He is suffering unbelievably; chewing his gums, bright red cheeks, not eating, runny nose, doesn't even want to drink milk, high temperature, screaming in pain at night and not able to sleep easily, and of course the de rigeur nappy situation!

This weekend we had such great plans. Yesterday we were going to sort out the garden; adjusting some steps which are too big for him to manage without falling down, mowing the lawn, trimming the hedge, pegging the washing out and playing. We managed to mow the lawn. The Boy felt terrible and needed constant cuddles or nursing.

Today we were going to go to Margam Park, near Swansea, for the day allowing The Boy his morning nap in the car on the way there. After the most horrendous night's sleep that we have ever had, that idea was scrapped. We managed to nip out to a beautiful country park which trails through woodlands, meadows and ends up on the beach. Unfortunately though The Boy didn't want to get out the pushchair and when he was coaxed out, he wouldn't go back in or walk. The poor thing wouldn't even really play with the football apart from for the inital 30 seconds.

On the way home, we tried to tempt him with his favourite park. Surely the slides and swing would enable him to crack a smile? We managed ten minutes of play before again 'up-py' was the request. The poor little chap is suffering so badly, it breaks my heart. The only thing for it was a trip to Nana and Grandad's; pure magic! He giggled and laughed for the first time all day!

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Sunny Day

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Is there anything better in life than this?

Sitting on the back doorstep, watching my beautiful and clever 22 month old (today!) son playing with his new garden toy. "pa(s)ta gone, wheel round-a-round, wa(t)er splash down, pwane sky, sun-ny… day, pour pour pour!" The birds chirruping in the trees, gentle Spring breeze blowing through the bamboo and zebra grass, windchimes gently swaying, planes zipping through the sky, children shrieking with delight. The sun's gentle caress is trying to convince my milky-white legs to convert to a more sociable shade of cream, while coaxing the moisture out of The Boy's mini-clothes on the whirly-gig.

I love Spring!