Mummy smells of roses...

Well, let's be honest, do any of us smell of roses after a 14 hour day playing, driving, cooking and cleaning?

Beatrix is possibly going through a bit of separation anxiety at the moment, either that or she just fancies lots of cuddles duing the night- just after she's been put down.

I don't like to leave her cry and so rightly or wrongly, when she does I whip her out to engage in the desired cuddle.

The current song of choice to be rocked to by mummy is Daydream Believer, for daddy it's the new Will-I-am song to which he changes the rap to ' Beatrix B keeps the chickens in check'... In the day time she finds this hilarious, so I hope he doesn't start giggling as he paces the floor boards in his John Lewis robe... A look that Will-I-am would approve of no doubt! 

Anyway! We have tried a few things lately and at midnight I decided to take my top off that I was wearing and put it in Bea's cot with her. Whilst most people would say it was ready for a wash, hopefully Bea would think it smells of mummy and finds comfort - and sleep! With it by her side.

Beatrix was in my arms when I had this bright idea, so I decided to remove it whilst she snoozed on my shoulder. A seamless transition, which left my topped wrapped around Bea's grow bag and me shivering in her bedroom...

We'll just have to see if it works! 

Night all x

The abandoned baby...

Have you ever read about the pushchair scam where a gang would leave a pushchair or car seat with a doll in it on the side of the road, then as soon as a passer by ( usually a female ) stops and gets out to check if the baby is ok, they get attacked/ raped, robbed or beaten and then their car is stolen.

Well, with that story in mind, I had an appointment at the dentist at 3pm and naturally Bea wanted a feed just before I was about to leave! I left expressed milk in the freezer & ran out of the door! 

I was rushing and on the way I saw an abandoned pushchair. Suddenly my whole life went into slow motion and all of the above was flashing through my mind. I could see the child moving and got quite fretty. 

Suddenly a lady ( I presume the mother ) popped up from behind the pushchair she was kneeling down. Clearly she'd been there seconds, although it felt like an age! 

What an idiot! I would have looked a right clown if I'd have pulled over and got out!! 

I just used my boobs to get out of a speeding fine...

Well... My boobs seem controversial enough at the moment, so I might add to it.

Ironically I got a speeding fine this week and as yet, I have not had a chance to use my boobs to get me out of the fine... If I can, I will! 

Sadly, those who commented are now trapped in a Facebook game, which for once if actually quite fun! 

My college friend had ' oh no I just crashed my bosses car' as her status and I commented ' oh no 😟'... I just started texting her hoping she was ok when I received this...

Sorry Beth,Its a game and you have just become another victim as did I. Hehe. You never should have commented or liked my status. The person who likes or comments on my status must choose one of the following phrases and put it in their own Facebook status for at least an hour Hmmm ok..

You can choose...

Oh no just scratched my boss's car,

I've decided to get a tattoo,

Just used my boobs to get out of a speeding fine,

Oh no lost my phone and there's saucy pics on it,

Why is no one around when I'm feeling horny?,

No toilet paper..goodbye socks..

Note: remember you can only use one of these sentences. No explanations , no comments. When someone comments or likes your status, send him/her this message. You must do it and please, keep the secret. Your turn !;-)

Clever huh! So now I am watching the fun unfold! 

I wonder which people will do first- read my blog, or my status! 

Happy motoring...

Time is money

Time is money is a very true phrase, but not really applicable to a mother! 

Time is just important and it needs to be juggled. 

At the last pantomime rehearsal I was asked what I'm going to do with Bea during show week. I explained that my mum was coming over for part of the week and that Nick would be with her for the remainder and I just had to make sure I had plenty of milk. 

The final comment was "Good luck with that!" 

As if I wasn't feeling enough pressure trying to juggle Panto & motherhood, I now have the added pressure of stock piling enough milk to get us through show week!

I was stressed and Bea wasn't sleeping particularly well due to her cough, but when the morning came it was tough! I had to express every morning. I even started taking my breast pump to BUNS on a Thursday. 

One morning I was getting quite stressed with writing Christmas cards & playing with Bea, making breakfast, wrapping gifts, that I decided to make my life easier. 

I was measured for a nursing bra at 36E in Mothercare when Beatrix was first born and bought a pack of two bras to keep me going. Two were never going to be enough, so I popped back in and picked up another two in a different style. 

*sigh* Why didn't my baby brain think to try them on?! They were way to small in the cup, but being desperate and stupid- I kept them. 

Of course they were never right and before long I was back to Mothercare purchasing another two ( which I did try on! )

I remembered that I had these two ill fitting bras upstairs and in a fit of Blue Peter creativity, I doctored a design up which enabled me to express and write Christmas cards! Genius! I was blown away by my invention. 

I must close now before Mothercare & Mama's & Papa's get on the phone!

Please see the photograph for the full explanation! 

Cape Crusader

The Christmas period brought with it a lot of family & friends and joyous timm , but in our house it also brought the Christmas D&V bug- not nice! 

Due to said bug, it meant that on Sunday the 29th of December I had an afternoon  rehearsal for Panto, which I had to take Bea to, as Nick was poorly in bed.

She was asleep when I arrived & I parked her in the corner of the room in the hope that she would stay asleep. 

I had parked her near a doorway and as the general public had access to the building my paranoia got the better of me & I moved her so that nobody stole my precious bundle. 

Sure enough within a couple of numbers Bea was awake. She watched from her car seat & was then passed around the company whilst I was on stage. 

In between acts I had planned to pop to Morrisons next door to grab some lunch, do a quick nappy change & feed Bea before eating my lunch and getting back to the show. 

Bea had other plans as someone informed me " I think she needs a nappy!". Her bag was in the car, so I ran to get it. When I got back I could see that the information should have been " Your daughter needs a new nappy and ne outfit! "

Bea's introduction to banana had taken effect and we had to have a full costume change, which she thought was very funny! 

All changed and clean I took her back into the room for a feed. 

Having battled with the changing bag of soiled clothes & nappies I decided to discreetly feed Bea with my scarf, rather than dig for my breast feeding cape.

Please see the photo for how this usually looks. Joules chic for the breast feeding mother NOT!!!!

Bea started feeding and just as Gary turned around and said " Where'a your cape thing?", I said " Oh, she's fine with my scarf" Well she wasn't!!!!!

At hearing Gary's voice she shot up bolt upright looking directly at he & Kate and revealing my right boob to them both. How embarrassing!!!

I think I'll take more time to dig for the cape in future! 

Small, yet grand discoveries!

Well, after initially feeling very scared at the thought of weaning Beatrix, I began the discovery of complimentary foods in an introduction to solid foods. 

After my health visitor suggested baby rice, I bought some in an emotional, hormonal stupor, only to get it home and stare at it because I didn't want my baby to have it. Luckily Nick wasn't keen either! 

I have been very fortunate to find a lovely breast feeding group who support breast feeding, slipper wearing mummies. We eat tea and toast & generally get us & our babies dressed and ready for the day with a weekly chat about everything from cracked nipples to Christmas elves, niggling relatives and baby poo! 

These ladies helped me a lot in my lost and confused state of baby weaning and I will always be grateful.

All good things happen in Aberdovey and so it only seemed right that we start Beatrix with some food in Aberdovey. 

So far she has licked and sucked carrots, French beans, potato, cauliflower, broccoli, peas, sweet corn, cucumber, tomato, lettuce and rice.

She has eaten very small pieces of carrot and cauliflower and when I changed her nappy this afternoon I saw two pieces of sweet corn!! Not a pleasant subject I know, but isn't the human body clever! Beatrix tried sweet corn for the first time at tea time last night! It made me smile. A small, yet grand discovery. 

Nice to know that she has swallowed something of her own accord. All we do is put it out on her tray. 

Baby led weaning is a messy experience, but as I realised today- a rewarding one! 

Don't forget the sugar!

Last Sunday it was Beatrix's Christening. 

Nick, Beatrix and I all went to a family friends house before hand to get her dressed and push her up to church.

She behaved well in church and loved smiling at people and enjoyed the lights. Towards the end she became restless and after a short wonder round with Nick she fell asleep in his arms. 

All of our photographs around the font with the family and godparents are all with Bea asleep. Quite funny! 

We pushed her back & got her in the car seat- still asleep, her dress was stuffed in pockets and corners just to get her strapped in!

We arrived at the reception venue and Beatrix woke up and sprung into smile action to greet her guests. 

Again, she was very good and we fed a couple of times under the cloak, but she was more interested in the people, noise and talking to eat, so I knew she'd be ravenous when we got home.

Once the guests started leaving Bea again became restless and I thought we should get her home so she can have a sleep & some tea in peace! 

We left and Bea started to cry, the crying got louder and louder, so we pulled into Sainsbury's car park to get Bea out for a feed to settle her. 

I stayed in the front of the car & Nick got Bea out and brought her round to me. As he held her outside the car I could see yellow ( Chicken Korma colour ) poo up her back and through her dress. 

We were in a car park and couldn't put her down. 

I stupidly took nappies and wipes etc in a handbag and left Bea's changing bag at home... This included her changing mat! 

We ended up putting the parcel shelf down & using the dress bag from her gown to lie her on! What a palarva! 

Once Bea was clean & fresh and in a new set of clothes I dispatched Nick for pizza & sugar, whilst I gave Bea a feed. 

Well I tried to! 

Naturally I parked out of the way by trees!! She couldn't concentrate because she wanted to look at the trees! So there I was sitting in Sainsbury's car park with a stray boob out whilst Bea was sitting up watching the leaves blow in the wind!

The photo is my view! 

The only thing that made this worse was the Chinese man who walked out of the back of the Chinese take away & stood watching me & Nick remembering pizza, but forgetting the sugar!!