It is that time when everyone is summing up their year in preparation for the coming one.
To be honest 2010 has passed me by in much of a blur, often quite literally. Depression will do that.
But here are some of the things that I have done:
Bought Clementine and started Glampervan;
Started training to coach people in their personal and professional impact;
Made lots of skirts;
Started a wonderful new romance.
I suppose that makes the year worth living.
Isobel has continued to grow up so rapidly I'm scared I may miss it. She is chatty beyond belief and likes to spend her day singing. Although I am not convinced that her version of Frere Jaques this evening were really the last words I wanted to hear from her in 2010:
Frere Jaques
Dormez-vous
Poo poo head
Wee wee on his face
Glitter in his eyes.
Oh well, as much as I still fail to be firm enough to turn her into a good girl, I love her dearly, and, while I'll give the poo and wee a miss, she will always be glitter in my eye.
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Friday, 31 December 2010
So there it was a merry Christmas
And it was a very merry Christmas.
Well, if you discount the fact that each and every member of the family took it turns to head to the out of ours gp service at the hospital. I think they were under the illusion that you get loyalty points or something and that somehow the turkey may be cheaper next year, leaving more money for presents.
This certainly was the year for presents, well for me anyway. I mean I was given amazing gifts I didn't even know I wanted. I am in love with a kind,e I would have scoffed at the idea of a few days ago....
And you can see this is being typed on an iPad... Well I am supposed to share that with Isobel and actually as I am typing through a haze of finger prints I can honestly say I have shared. (the only reason I am allowed to type on it now is because she isn't here - suggestions for apps gratefully received)
There was a ring... No not that kind, don't get ahead of yourselves.
Bath stuff and champagne and chocs... I could go on but let's just say I was spoiled.
That was me, little girl?
She has a beautiful baby doll, a new pram, a garage and a fire engine. Well balanced in terms of gender related gifts I feel - oh and very like pink, hooray!
As any beautiful little girl (notice I didn't use the word good) would expect, she had boxfulls of presents.
Thank you to everyone who has made our Christmas so special, especially the hand bell ringers and yes that includes you bell no. 8.
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Well, if you discount the fact that each and every member of the family took it turns to head to the out of ours gp service at the hospital. I think they were under the illusion that you get loyalty points or something and that somehow the turkey may be cheaper next year, leaving more money for presents.
This certainly was the year for presents, well for me anyway. I mean I was given amazing gifts I didn't even know I wanted. I am in love with a kind,e I would have scoffed at the idea of a few days ago....
And you can see this is being typed on an iPad... Well I am supposed to share that with Isobel and actually as I am typing through a haze of finger prints I can honestly say I have shared. (the only reason I am allowed to type on it now is because she isn't here - suggestions for apps gratefully received)
There was a ring... No not that kind, don't get ahead of yourselves.
Bath stuff and champagne and chocs... I could go on but let's just say I was spoiled.
That was me, little girl?
She has a beautiful baby doll, a new pram, a garage and a fire engine. Well balanced in terms of gender related gifts I feel - oh and very like pink, hooray!
As any beautiful little girl (notice I didn't use the word good) would expect, she had boxfulls of presents.
Thank you to everyone who has made our Christmas so special, especially the hand bell ringers and yes that includes you bell no. 8.
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Wednesday, 22 December 2010
Spot the new decorations
Many of my decorations I have had for years but I feel there will be something new every year now.
Mummy Christmas Fail
It so nearly could have been a failure on a catastrophic level.
The magic of Christmas - 'poof' gone in a puff of pantomime smoke.
I say nearly.
There have been a few small fails, like the handmade stocking from last year being visible around the house all year until December when in vanished without a trace. Perhaps it was snaffled by an elf.
But the big one, the one that would have been an absolute disaster; the one that would have meant broken hearts and shattered dreams quicker than you could drop a bauble?
Well that starts with a post I didn't write.
Isobel watches a lot more telly than would probably be approved off, for me as she plays and sings and dances and is happy I really do not care. Another Mummy fail is that all her favourite programmes are on commercial channels sprinkled rather liberally with adverts; adverts Isobel also ways viewed as an annoying interruption to her schedule.
Until the end of November.
In November Isobel graduated to being impressionable and from somewhere she finally got the idea that all these things were available. Just in time for Christmas no less.
Ignoring this sudden exploration of ALL that is available, I blithly went ahead and bought little girl's Christmas presents.
Now, thanks to the wonders of Peppa Pig one of these I have got spot on.
The other, yes she has only asked for two things, is nothing like the gift I bought.
Isobel has not deviated from her desire. Santa popped into nursery yesterday, leaving his Reindeer on the roof of course, but he only gave Isobel a book.
Little girl return home excited by the visit, but along with Reindeer on the roof her top comment was the lack of the gift she really wanted.
A BIG MUMMY FAIL - my daughter's first proper gift request was not to be granted.
So, I did what all good mother's would. Went to the toy shop at 9am and using the very lasy of my pennies (really, i'm not joking here,) bought the appropriate gift (well my version of her choice - i.e. wooden not plastic).
and I bought a Santa sack for £1 in Poundland to replace the AWOL one.
The magic of Christmas - 'poof' gone in a puff of pantomime smoke.
I say nearly.
There have been a few small fails, like the handmade stocking from last year being visible around the house all year until December when in vanished without a trace. Perhaps it was snaffled by an elf.
But the big one, the one that would have been an absolute disaster; the one that would have meant broken hearts and shattered dreams quicker than you could drop a bauble?
Well that starts with a post I didn't write.
Isobel watches a lot more telly than would probably be approved off, for me as she plays and sings and dances and is happy I really do not care. Another Mummy fail is that all her favourite programmes are on commercial channels sprinkled rather liberally with adverts; adverts Isobel also ways viewed as an annoying interruption to her schedule.
Until the end of November.
In November Isobel graduated to being impressionable and from somewhere she finally got the idea that all these things were available. Just in time for Christmas no less.
Ignoring this sudden exploration of ALL that is available, I blithly went ahead and bought little girl's Christmas presents.
Now, thanks to the wonders of Peppa Pig one of these I have got spot on.
The other, yes she has only asked for two things, is nothing like the gift I bought.
Isobel has not deviated from her desire. Santa popped into nursery yesterday, leaving his Reindeer on the roof of course, but he only gave Isobel a book.
Little girl return home excited by the visit, but along with Reindeer on the roof her top comment was the lack of the gift she really wanted.
A BIG MUMMY FAIL - my daughter's first proper gift request was not to be granted.
So, I did what all good mother's would. Went to the toy shop at 9am and using the very lasy of my pennies (really, i'm not joking here,) bought the appropriate gift (well my version of her choice - i.e. wooden not plastic).
and I bought a Santa sack for £1 in Poundland to replace the AWOL one.
Tuesday, 21 December 2010
Mummy Christmas success
Hooray! At last a simple proof of my practical nature and a hint of good mumminess:
Yes I ordered a sledge before the snow arrived!
Much easier than a pushchair and a definite way to win friends!
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Yes I ordered a sledge before the snow arrived!
Much easier than a pushchair and a definite way to win friends!
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Saturday, 18 December 2010
Friday, 17 December 2010
Hello my old friend
Dear Blog,
I feel I have been neglecting you of late, taking it for granted that you will always be there for me to return to should the mood strike.
Well, it does strike but somehow I don't get to you. For example there are many things I didn't tell you:
Like that when I sprained my ankle recently, Isobel had me getting down with the kids, it wasn't just hopping I had to do; according to Isobel is more a case of 'Hip-hop mummy, hip-hop' or 'come on mummy hip'. Probably for the only time in my life I was hip!
The there are the many ways Isobel will beckon me from her boudoir. One evening it escalated to Mummy, mummy, mummy ... to the tune of We will, we will rock you (I cannot write it without the we will, we will ...)
And then there is Isobel's first Christmas play but maybe I can build up to a whole post about that.
Here's to the festive season, to eating to much, drinking WAY too much and loving lots.
Lots of love,
as always
your absentee blogger
I feel I have been neglecting you of late, taking it for granted that you will always be there for me to return to should the mood strike.
Well, it does strike but somehow I don't get to you. For example there are many things I didn't tell you:
Like that when I sprained my ankle recently, Isobel had me getting down with the kids, it wasn't just hopping I had to do; according to Isobel is more a case of 'Hip-hop mummy, hip-hop' or 'come on mummy hip'. Probably for the only time in my life I was hip!
The there are the many ways Isobel will beckon me from her boudoir. One evening it escalated to Mummy, mummy, mummy ... to the tune of We will, we will rock you (I cannot write it without the we will, we will ...)
And then there is Isobel's first Christmas play but maybe I can build up to a whole post about that.
Here's to the festive season, to eating to much, drinking WAY too much and loving lots.
Lots of love,
as always
your absentee blogger
Wednesday, 15 December 2010
Take on me, take me on
At four o'clock this morning I had a bit of an 'aha' moment.
Nope Morton Harket didn't appear at the foot of my bed, I always preferred Pal anyway...
It was simply this:
It's ok to be happy, it's very much allowed even for me.
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Nope Morton Harket didn't appear at the foot of my bed, I always preferred Pal anyway...
It was simply this:
It's ok to be happy, it's very much allowed even for me.
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Wednesday, 8 December 2010
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