(considering how I phrased my last bouncy post that could have been: improve your social life - get an errection.)
So, the trampoline is not only drawing us out into the garden, it is also attracting the little people.
First it was the girls coming to put it up.
Last Saturday it was the nursery gang: children varying in braveness and bounciness; parents happy to drink coffee, eat fresh baked croissants and chat, rather than stand in the park.
Yesterday we had our first alfresco meal of the year and it was 'Vieve who came to play.
Although I'm not sure who got the most pleasure bouncing at the end of the garden - 'vieve or her daddy!
Me, I enjoyed watching my little girl exhaust herself while I had a glass of red wine in my hand.
I can feel the summer of 'trampline' love already!
Word from the wise: this will test your pelvic floor.
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I was pregnant, now I'm a parent and it still comes as a surprise. So here I am a single mum.
Showing posts with label Pelvic Floor Exercises after Pregnancy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Pelvic Floor Exercises after Pregnancy. Show all posts
Monday, 22 March 2010
Sunday, 9 March 2008
Yellow...
(2 seemingly random posts only linked by a colour)
... Dots
At NCT class we were given little yellow dots to stick in places to remind us to do our pelvic floor exercises (you know, on the kettle so you do them while making a cuppa). If it wasn't so very wrong I'd pop one on my daughter's forehead and then I'd be bound to restore myself to virginal proportions.
... Poo
Yes Isobel, our little angel, could poo for Britain (or SA for that matter). Bright yellow mustard poo, that leaves her little bottom at such velocity it can leave a trail four feet across a white bedroom and still make a mark four feet up the wall. (I have resisted taking a picture - she'd never forgive me!)
This trick is usually left for an unsuspecting PD who has, with his lightening reflexes, managed to step out of the way on more than one occasion.
... Dots
At NCT class we were given little yellow dots to stick in places to remind us to do our pelvic floor exercises (you know, on the kettle so you do them while making a cuppa). If it wasn't so very wrong I'd pop one on my daughter's forehead and then I'd be bound to restore myself to virginal proportions.
... Poo
Yes Isobel, our little angel, could poo for Britain (or SA for that matter). Bright yellow mustard poo, that leaves her little bottom at such velocity it can leave a trail four feet across a white bedroom and still make a mark four feet up the wall. (I have resisted taking a picture - she'd never forgive me!)
This trick is usually left for an unsuspecting PD who has, with his lightening reflexes, managed to step out of the way on more than one occasion.
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