Saturday, February 27, 2010

Keep my big mouth shut!

So for 3 straight nights, Baby Babs #2 only got me up once in the night. Marvellous ,I thought, this is the life! After the third night, I started telling people "he only woke up once! Isn't it brilliant?". Every night after that he has woken up three times instead. I wish I had kept my big mouth shut., he'd still be only getting up once then instead of taking revenge on my optimistic nature. Crap!

Thursday, February 25, 2010

Inside the twisted minds of children...

Littl'un always comes into our bed at some point in the night, and then complains mightily when even littler'un wakes up for a feed and disturbs him. I asked him why he woke up every night, was he cold, was he too hot, was he unwell? He said:

"maybe there was a man in the garden".

The "maybe" freaks me out more than the man in the garden bit! And I am still no wiser...

Wednesday, February 24, 2010

Ikea circa 1995...

Being a stay at home mum, I catch a lot of daytime tv. I love antique ones like Cash in the Attic, where rich people sell all their heirlooms to pay for helicopter lessons and the like. But programs like this won't be around forever. My generation don't have lofts full of antique vases and bookcases that fetch £2000 at auction. If they ever came round my house it would be a case of "well here we have a fine example of a Billy bookcase from Ikea, and look!, a cd cabinet from the Argos home collection circa spring/summer of 2002!". It is a shame, maybe I will inherit loads of lovely antiques one day, but then my dad hasn't got much in the line of aged furniture either...unless you count his DFS sofa from the 90s :)

Sunday, February 21, 2010

Out of the mouths of babes...

The other day we were on a mini road trip to visit an old friend. As we came over the brow of a hill, you could suddenly see for miles over fields. Littl'un in the back seat piped up in a voice full of awe "I can see the WHOLE WORLD from here!!!." Bless!

Then today we were taking the mickey out of him, he didn't know what to play with and I was listing all his toys. It went along the lines of "play with your cars" "no" "play with your farm" "no" so I tried "play with your willy". Littl'un laughed uproariously at this and said "my willy isn't a toy!!" and proceeded to wet himself laughing at the very idea. A brief look at his father confirmed he was thinking "yes it is son, yes it is..."

Wednesday, February 17, 2010

Obsessive children

If I have to watch one more episode of Scooby Doo I think I will scream! Why do children obsess about things? It was Peppa Pig for ages, then Thomas, then Spongebob. Now it is Scooby Doo and the Simpsons. Constantly. Perhaps I should be radical and actually turn the tv off! But then I would have to entertain said obsessive child and I am a terrible mother at times, especially when the new born hasn't slept much at night! Oh I feel guilty now...

Monday, February 15, 2010

Misheard lyrics

I barely get to listen to music anymore, mainly in the shower, which explains my recent lyrical confusion...

So I'm loving the new Courteeners song which is being played alot on Xfm. I loved it even more as the chorus seemed to go: "You own a tanktop, you own a tanktop, you own a tanktop". I was convinced it was written about male librarians and was super excited that someone had decided to write a song about them! Then I saw the video on tv.

It turns out the song is called "You overdid it doll" and that is what is being sung, albeit quite quickly, and in a Mancunian accent.

It somewhat spoiled my enjoyment of the track. I am an idiot. Who would write a song to male librarians? Apart from perhaps Morrissey...

Saturday, February 13, 2010


So I want to get the boys' names tattooed on me. But where? It is hard to think of a suitable spot. Their Dad has just had his done on his upper arm, but I want one I can see most of the time. Which rules out my arse :) I was thinking of having them on my wrist, but a quick google of images put me off, half of them look like they are trying to hide razor scars which isn't the look I am going for. Someone I know has them on her shin, but then I am not sure about that either. I could do a "love/hate" type tattoo on my knuckles, then I can slap the boys with the hand with their name on (joke Mr Social Services!) - oh it is difficult. Maybe I'll go totally rock and have them on my neck, then when I do go back to work everyone will think I am trouble!

Monday, February 08, 2010

Well technically I can't argue with you...

So my 3 year old's pre-school sent a letter home asking us to practise counting forwards and backwards, and rhyming words together. "This looks easy", I think, and proceed to do some rhyming with the boy.

Me: "What rhymes with 'frog'?"
Boy: "???"
Me: "What SOUNDS like 'frog'?"
Boy: "Ribbit"
Me: "!!!!" (thinking, well I can't argue with that, he is right really)

Thursday, February 04, 2010


Tomorrow is our 5th wedding anniversary. We are going out for a meal, the first time we have been out sans children since last year's anniversary.

What the hell will we talk about??!

I want to staaaaayyyyyyyy!!!

Yesterday while handing a form in for son #1 at what will hopefully be his new school come September, he went loco. He thought he was starting already, tried to get into a classroom and screamed the place down refusing to leave! The secretary looked bemused and said "they usually scream when they are left here, not because they want to stay!". I hope they didn't note his name down as potential trouble as I dragged him out of the school looking like the world's worst mother...

Monday, February 01, 2010

Books? What are they?

While dropping son #1 off at pre-school last week this happened. My librarian genes are still in shock...

To set the scene, a mum & little girl walk in, girl is holding an umbrella. Other people there include a hippy dad, who is a proper hippy and very clever. The mum says to everyone that she wonders why the girl insists on having the umbrella up as it isn't raining. Hippy dad starts quoting from the Winnie the Pooh scene where Pooh has an umbrella. All the mums look blankly at him. He says hopefully: "Winnie the Pooh?" to which the mum says; "oh, I must have missed that episode".

He bleakly says "it is a book."

To which the mums go back to their discussions about boob jobs and chianti. Poor poor man.