Fab Friday!

At last I have good things to write.

Several things have lifted my mood this week, yay for me and for the the very real smile on my face.

So, firstly I have returned to my beloved yoga. On Tuesday I had such a fab class I left on a high I can only compare to a post-orgasmic glow, oh my it was good. Yes, yes, yes....



Sorry, just pausing to bask a little more.

Ahhh

And then last night I had the pleasure of having one of little girl's best friends to stay and although by floor boards took the beating of two pairs of little feet clomping about in my heels, it was an absolute delight to see the two girls play so nicely.




It almost made up for the heartbreak in the mornings as one goes upstairs at nursery and the other goes down.

At least we have the joint birthday to look forward to, not to mention a million playdates. I've bought a buggy board especially!



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Wordless Wednesday - Fwiends

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Waving not drowning

Dear Me,

 

It is ok that you are struggling against a tide of anxiety that is reaching tsunami proportions.  This doesn’t mean you are losing the plot; it is just an expected dip in your recovery.

 

I know you feel disappointed in yourself as you really thought you were fixed and that the drugs do work, you thought you were yourself again.  You are yourself; you will be even more yourself again soon.

 

Please don’t beat yourself up for wanting to run away and weep, this too shall pass.  The light at the end of the tunnel is not an oncoming train; it’s your daughter with a torch.

 

x

 

 

 

Favourite Photo Meme

I have been tagged by the lurverly Metropolitan Mum to dig in the archives and produce my very favourite picture.



To be honest there are many I could choose, especially from PD's photo blog; as I have just lost my Grandad, and my Grandma is rapidly shrinking, this is the one that came to mind:










As little as five years ago I would have doubted that my little girl would know one of the biggest influences in my life, my Grandma. The years have passed and while she may not be the same Grandma I grew up with, I am proud to introduce my little girl to the Greatest Great Grandma she will ever have.


I stopped taking pictures of Grandad because I wanted to remember him as he was, and as I will always picture him.


I tag the lovely Nixdminx and English Mum to let us see their favourtite piccies.


Thank you Tara for starting this one.

Little florishes

I have just been in to greet my little girl.

'where's my pretty girl?'

As Obel sat up, she said...

'Ta-da!'



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Arse from my 'obel

Over the Christmas hols I am not the only one to have gained, but while it's pounds I've amassed Isobel has been busily adding to her vocabulary.

This is in danger of being a proud mummy post, but actually I'm putting it down here because I am worried I will forget.

Over Christmas I was impressed that Isobel had added a new body part to her list. Apparently my daughter had learnt where her elbow is.

In fact she had learnt where it was and kept repeating it.

Except it wasn't her elbow, her mother was being rubbish.

She was actually saying her name, she had mastered the concept of 'me' and 'mine'.

It's 'Obel'.

I have now assumed what will undoubtedly be my identity for many years to come: I am 'Obel's Mummy'.

Along with her name Isobel now knows the difference between hot and cold and light and dark. She knows when things are 'ninished'; can tell her mummy to be 'fareful'; knows about 'now', 'rain' and 'sunshine'; can point out buses; name all her favourite tele programmes (the shame!); ask for her favourite dinner, rice fish and peas, pasta, pizza; and she can make her own scrambled eggs.

First day back at school (nursery)

And I score a 'could do better'.

For the first time in the whole 13 days Isobel slept to beyond 7am.

I struggled to rouse myself even though it was later than I had been waking.

Isobel didn't want to go to nursery, so I bribed her with milk to get in her pushchair.

One plus mark gained for getting her to keep her gloves on...

100 lost for forgetting her bag.

Many more lost for allowing my child to be dressed in whatever they inevitably have to lend her later.


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