Now that my little man is feeling a lot better we spent Sunday attempting to feed the ducks. As it was the first sunny Sunday of the year the first place we tried was so crazy busy we couldn’t park up and the second place we tried had lots of too full ducks who weren’t interested in our late offerings.
Luckily there was a lovely park nearby with a great slide, the only thing O is really interested in, which made up for the lack of duck interest!
Apart from for the first 3 months Little O was the perfect sleeper (I know, I know, smug mum alert! Please don’t hate me!) He was sleeping through the night at 4 months and was one of those babies that would happily amuse themselves in a morning lying in their cot whilst me and his dad had an extra half hours kip.
Things started to change around the time O discovered he could open and close doors. This coincided with his move from his cot into a big boy bed. He was no longer happy to spend all night in his own room and he started to appear in ours. The first time he did it, my husband had fallen asleep on the couch and O at some point sneaked into our room, saw an empty half of the bed and climbed in beside me. We both thought the other had put him there and it took a few days to realise he’d moved himself. Continue reading
Having missed last week as I was a bit overwhelmed looking after a little spotty boy I’ve decided to combine weeks 9 and 10 and focus on the positives of the past 2 weeks so here goes:
Read I’ve been trying to make more of an effort to read more blogs over the past couple of weeks, and I’ve developed a new blog crush. I love Life At The Little Wood, a great blog written by Emma. If you haven’t popped over yet, I suggest you do. You won’t be disappointed.
The men in my life are a nightmare to buy for. My dad has no real hobbies and now that he’s retired I can’t even go with the safe option of a nice tie or fancy pen.
I’ve given up buying my brother anything other than vouchers as when he insisted on a “surprise” it would always be something he didn’t like and he’s never learnt the good grace to pretend to like it and return the damn thing later.
My husband is no better as he is the bloke who has everything and as for the mini-man in my life, if it’s not a ball or balloon he’s generally not that interested. Continue reading
I sometimes have moments when I sit at work and honestly think “what the hell am I doing here?” Kids are crackers! Unpredictable, thoughtless and way too honest for my liking. One of these moments came last week one of my Year 7 kids pulled a potato out of his pocket with a face he’d drawn on and declared it’s name was Rodney!
These moments occur every now and then, and can leave me completely speechless. Sometimes there really are no words. Let me share a few of those “precious” moments.
- A year 10 boy shouting out in class “god miss, you’ve got big, are you pregnant?” Luckily I was, but his face was a picture as it suddenly dawned on him that he may have just put his foot in it!
- One lovely member of my form shouting out “miss, have you got a spot?” Yes I did have a spot, and it didn’t need to be highlighted to the entire group!
- “There’s a funny smell in here miss! Really cheap, sickly smell. It’s awful” My new coconut moisturiser was not a hit!
- Being brought back down to earth after what I thought was a great new hair cut to be asked, “Miss, why did you have your hair cut?” accompanied by a disapproving look.
- Getting hit in the face with a grape! After turning around at the worst possible moment!
- And only yesterday I watched one of my class sitting in his chair, arms wide out with a strange look on his face. Me: is everything okay? Pupil: Yes miss, I’m just skydiving…in my head! Obviously, why didn’t I think of that?
- I almost forgot about the boy who didn’t believe in rats. He insisted they were fictional creatures made up by parents to scare their kids. Even a biology teacher couldn’t convince him otherwise!
What did I tell you, kids are crackers!
This week we have been struck down with our first childhood illness, Chicken Pox. Poor O has been feeling pretty rubbish but is just starting to pick up. After days of having virtually no appetite, he’s getting his hunger back and asked for cheese for lunch.
Silly me tried to cut it into strips and turned around to find he’d rummaged in the kitchen cupboards to pull out the grater, “No Mummy, use this!” Whatever keeps a poorly boy happy!
Last week my little man was feeling under the weather. He appeared to pick up Monday and Tuesday, but it turns out it was the calm before the storm. On Wednesday he had one spot, a few more on Thursday and by Friday he was covered. Chicken pox!
Hearing your child sobbing in discomfort whilst crying “mummy, help me!” is absolutely heartbreaking. I followed the advice; bathed him in porridge oats, covered him in soothing gel and gave him Calpol, but there is no magic cure. We’ve just got to wait it out.
Yesterday was the worst day and all he wanted was to sit on my knee and have cuddles. It felt like I had a newborn again, lay in my arms with his face buried into my chest. I know I can’t stop the itching and take the spots away but I can give him the reassurance that his mummy is here, and that she loves him very much.
All weekend plans are cancelled
We won’t be going out
Chicken pox has paid a visit
We’re certainly in no doubt
It started off quite mildly
The odd spot here or there
But now there’s bloody loads of them
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