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
Tuesday, 30 November 2010
The Princess and the Pea
Ok so Isobel isn’t a princess: ‘ I not a princess mummy, I Isobel F******’
And there isn’t a pea under mattress but I do seem to have been unable to tempt her away from her cot and into her ‘big girls bed’. Her ‘I not a baby mummy’ has been met with ‘so why do you sleep in a bay’s cot’ but this, it seems is just logic and we all know how easily dismissed logic can be.
I bought her a beautiful Iron day bed, picturing her lounging on it as she gets older.
I bought grobag bed linen so I could zip her in all cosy, hopefully replicating the snuggliness of her sleeping bags.
We have read stories on this bed every night since May; she has even volunteered to sleep in it, only to appear at the door five minutes later asking for her cot.
On the last visit to Grandma’s Isobel slept in a big girls bed; at Daddy’s he took down the travel cot and seemingly had no trouble tempting her into her bed.
Me, I thought I’d do that child centred laissez faire parenting thing of believing that maybe Isobel could choose for herself, when she was ready…
The cot came down yesterday evening.
Isobel was coaxed to sleep in her big girls bed by an attentive mummy answering all spurious requests that my ‘not a princess’ issued from upstairs…
The result?
Isobel slept in my bed with me.
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And there isn’t a pea under mattress but I do seem to have been unable to tempt her away from her cot and into her ‘big girls bed’. Her ‘I not a baby mummy’ has been met with ‘so why do you sleep in a bay’s cot’ but this, it seems is just logic and we all know how easily dismissed logic can be.
I bought her a beautiful Iron day bed, picturing her lounging on it as she gets older.
I bought grobag bed linen so I could zip her in all cosy, hopefully replicating the snuggliness of her sleeping bags.
We have read stories on this bed every night since May; she has even volunteered to sleep in it, only to appear at the door five minutes later asking for her cot.
On the last visit to Grandma’s Isobel slept in a big girls bed; at Daddy’s he took down the travel cot and seemingly had no trouble tempting her into her bed.
Me, I thought I’d do that child centred laissez faire parenting thing of believing that maybe Isobel could choose for herself, when she was ready…
The cot came down yesterday evening.
Isobel was coaxed to sleep in her big girls bed by an attentive mummy answering all spurious requests that my ‘not a princess’ issued from upstairs…
The result?
Isobel slept in my bed with me.
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Saturday, 20 November 2010
Heartbroken
No, my new romance hasn't yet been short lived, but it seems to be the last straw for another relationship in my life.
PD and I may have broken up two years ago, but our lives have been very much entangled as we have supported each other emotionally and financially he has more than just contributed to his daughter, he has afforded me flexibility.
So maybe I shouldn't even have looked for another guy, maybe I should I have ensured I was fully independent first, but I just didn't think like that.
And now the timing of this breath of fresh air and hope and happiness in my life, seems to have overnight blown away any semblance of a friendship with PD.
And that makes me sad, very sad.
My timing couldn't have been worse, and I can't help feeling perhaps I should wait until both PD and I are in a better place.
And that too would make me sad, very sad.
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PD and I may have broken up two years ago, but our lives have been very much entangled as we have supported each other emotionally and financially he has more than just contributed to his daughter, he has afforded me flexibility.
So maybe I shouldn't even have looked for another guy, maybe I should I have ensured I was fully independent first, but I just didn't think like that.
And now the timing of this breath of fresh air and hope and happiness in my life, seems to have overnight blown away any semblance of a friendship with PD.
And that makes me sad, very sad.
My timing couldn't have been worse, and I can't help feeling perhaps I should wait until both PD and I are in a better place.
And that too would make me sad, very sad.
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Thursday, 18 November 2010
Moving on?
As a single mum I think the most difficult thing I have had to do is dating.
I use 'have had to' very loosely because obviously I could quite simply stay single and fill my life with my daughter and girls nights out - actually that has served me pretty well.
Girlfriends urged me to sign up to Internet dating sites to meet men and probably most importantly get over PD.
Well Internet dating didn't really go to well, my heart wasn't in it and I never bothered to go on any dates - far too scary!
But as luck would have it, someone I already knew turned into a prospect, a surprising one, one I kind of fought because it seemed unlikely.
Now actually going on dates is relatively easy; PD has Isobel fairly regularly so great. Plenty of lead up, frock pondering and anticipation time.
But it's other things that are tricky.
When do you introduce new man to little girl, we are pretty much a package?
Overnight stays, I'm the kind of girl who runs out at 5am at the best of times, let alone when I have a daughter returning home at any minute.
When is it serious enough to tell PD; let's face it, it his little girl who will spending time with someone else.
How do I maintain the precious family dynamic that PD and I have battled to create?
When is the right time for that overnight stay to be allowed even though there is a possibility of three in a bed - not in a kinky way!
And most importantly, how do I not only prevent my heart from being broken but keep Isobel's intact too?
So far, for all this angst it seems to be worth it. I'm definitely smiling.
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I use 'have had to' very loosely because obviously I could quite simply stay single and fill my life with my daughter and girls nights out - actually that has served me pretty well.
Girlfriends urged me to sign up to Internet dating sites to meet men and probably most importantly get over PD.
Well Internet dating didn't really go to well, my heart wasn't in it and I never bothered to go on any dates - far too scary!
But as luck would have it, someone I already knew turned into a prospect, a surprising one, one I kind of fought because it seemed unlikely.
Now actually going on dates is relatively easy; PD has Isobel fairly regularly so great. Plenty of lead up, frock pondering and anticipation time.
But it's other things that are tricky.
When do you introduce new man to little girl, we are pretty much a package?
Overnight stays, I'm the kind of girl who runs out at 5am at the best of times, let alone when I have a daughter returning home at any minute.
When is it serious enough to tell PD; let's face it, it his little girl who will spending time with someone else.
How do I maintain the precious family dynamic that PD and I have battled to create?
When is the right time for that overnight stay to be allowed even though there is a possibility of three in a bed - not in a kinky way!
And most importantly, how do I not only prevent my heart from being broken but keep Isobel's intact too?
So far, for all this angst it seems to be worth it. I'm definitely smiling.
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Wednesday, 10 November 2010
OMG
Actually the title of this post is somewhat understated, it should read:
OH MY F*ING GOD!
You remember the little chap in Aint Half Hot Mum who used to shake his head going 'Goodness Gracious Me' well to fully appreciate the enormity of what I am describing he would have shaken his head so much it would have fallen off.
Isobel has just had the biggest tantrum I have ever seen, there is no scale big enough to measure it on.
She has just screamed for about 20 minutes.
Yes I do know that that is not good for health. Don't you think I would have stopped her if I could, well short of giving in of course.
What was it over? She wanted to go to bed in my bed; not her cot, not her big-girls-bed (a whole other post) but my bed.
I did everything: I walked away, I reasoned with her (yes I know but you have to try), I held her, I gave her space...
When she was ready I cuddled her and while she sobbed I talked about Friday in the way she had to me earlier:
Friday, Isobel will go to nursery and have her cornflakes. She'll play with her friends and have lunch. But, she won't have a sleep at nursery; mummy will come and pick her up and drive her in the car. Isobel will sleep in the car. Then we will go on the ferryboat and do some colouring. Then we will drive some more to go to Grandma's house and Grandma will give us a cuddle. Grandpa will come home from work and Jack will be on his bed. We will give Hayley her birthday present....
' *sob* I will have a bath *sob* at Grandmas while mummy has a shower *sob*'
And so ended the biggest tantrum n the world. Now she is in her cot reading Charlie Cook to her dinosaur.
I, on the other hand, am drinking a very nice, single malt in a measure that is directly proportional the size of the tantrum.
OH MY F*ING GOD!
You remember the little chap in Aint Half Hot Mum who used to shake his head going 'Goodness Gracious Me' well to fully appreciate the enormity of what I am describing he would have shaken his head so much it would have fallen off.
Isobel has just had the biggest tantrum I have ever seen, there is no scale big enough to measure it on.
She has just screamed for about 20 minutes.
Yes I do know that that is not good for health. Don't you think I would have stopped her if I could, well short of giving in of course.
What was it over? She wanted to go to bed in my bed; not her cot, not her big-girls-bed (a whole other post) but my bed.
I did everything: I walked away, I reasoned with her (yes I know but you have to try), I held her, I gave her space...
When she was ready I cuddled her and while she sobbed I talked about Friday in the way she had to me earlier:
Friday, Isobel will go to nursery and have her cornflakes. She'll play with her friends and have lunch. But, she won't have a sleep at nursery; mummy will come and pick her up and drive her in the car. Isobel will sleep in the car. Then we will go on the ferryboat and do some colouring. Then we will drive some more to go to Grandma's house and Grandma will give us a cuddle. Grandpa will come home from work and Jack will be on his bed. We will give Hayley her birthday present....
' *sob* I will have a bath *sob* at Grandmas while mummy has a shower *sob*'
And so ended the biggest tantrum n the world. Now she is in her cot reading Charlie Cook to her dinosaur.
I, on the other hand, am drinking a very nice, single malt in a measure that is directly proportional the size of the tantrum.
Monday, 8 November 2010
The family that hops together stays together
In the last 24 hours my daughter has:
Made me 'hop like a bunny' on the Platform at Richmond station;
Smile cheesily in a cafe (maybe it wasn't just Isobel who made me smile there);
And lay in bed with me as we coughed in harmony.
Well actually it went like this:
Me: Oh dear you have caught my cough
Isobel: No, mummy. I have my cough, you have your cough.
Isobel: Isobel's cough is LIKE mummy's cough.
Is it any wonder I find my self often having to be the baby while Isobel plays mummy.
Made me 'hop like a bunny' on the Platform at Richmond station;
Smile cheesily in a cafe (maybe it wasn't just Isobel who made me smile there);
And lay in bed with me as we coughed in harmony.
Well actually it went like this:
Me: Oh dear you have caught my cough
Isobel: No, mummy. I have my cough, you have your cough.
Isobel: Isobel's cough is LIKE mummy's cough.
Is it any wonder I find my self often having to be the baby while Isobel plays mummy.
Monday, 1 November 2010
Pinch and a punch
It's the first of November, October is over already - just in case you hadn't noticed.
October was quite a good month for me; it was a month for reconnected with peeps, for getting back in the swing of the social thing.
I have seen friends I hadn't seen for over a year; friends who have even published a book I didn't even know about, and this is someone I count amongst my dearest! Peeps have got married, pregnant and I have just been out of the loop. Too busy being a fruit loop I guess.
I'd stopped hosting lunches, stopped answering my phone and have even got out of the habit of answering emails (which reminds me I must reply as soon as I post this).
This month I have definitely been socially active and believe me, once I get past the anxiety, it feels good.
Let's face it any month that starts with a girly child free outing with my bestest friend has to be good.
Especially when it even ends with a hot date...
October was quite a good month for me; it was a month for reconnected with peeps, for getting back in the swing of the social thing.
I have seen friends I hadn't seen for over a year; friends who have even published a book I didn't even know about, and this is someone I count amongst my dearest! Peeps have got married, pregnant and I have just been out of the loop. Too busy being a fruit loop I guess.
I'd stopped hosting lunches, stopped answering my phone and have even got out of the habit of answering emails (which reminds me I must reply as soon as I post this).
This month I have definitely been socially active and believe me, once I get past the anxiety, it feels good.
Let's face it any month that starts with a girly child free outing with my bestest friend has to be good.
Especially when it even ends with a hot date...
Friday, 29 October 2010
Thursday, 28 October 2010
Baba
'I not a baby mummy; I a big girl.'
Most of the time I do agree.
But, for just a few minutes after bathtime, she still is. Don't you agree?
(ok she will always be a baby to me)
Most of the time I do agree.
But, for just a few minutes after bathtime, she still is. Don't you agree?
(ok she will always be a baby to me)
Sorry
Sorry is a really small word and one that can be tossed around, often without thought, as a quick fix.
Recently, as I've mentioned before, Isobel has been a bit of a pickle and she has started apologising for her behaviour.
I often hear 'sorry mummy'.
Now, I know I should be pleased that she apologises and, that it is quite valid that I feel a little disappointed that it has been necessary (disappointed in both her and in me).
The thing is it actually gives me the fear. Maybe I feel like I am always apologising for being me; perhaps I remember that feeling if knowing that I have disappointed someone who I just want to love me; or maybe it's because I want Isobel to know my unconditional love.
Or maybe I do just want her to be good.
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Recently, as I've mentioned before, Isobel has been a bit of a pickle and she has started apologising for her behaviour.
I often hear 'sorry mummy'.
Now, I know I should be pleased that she apologises and, that it is quite valid that I feel a little disappointed that it has been necessary (disappointed in both her and in me).
The thing is it actually gives me the fear. Maybe I feel like I am always apologising for being me; perhaps I remember that feeling if knowing that I have disappointed someone who I just want to love me; or maybe it's because I want Isobel to know my unconditional love.
Or maybe I do just want her to be good.
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Tuesday, 26 October 2010
My little ray of sunshine
This morning I was greeted by a grumpy little girl who could see no good in anything.
In fact I was even driven to ask 'what do you like today?'
The response to which was 'Daddy'.
So I pointed out the joyous news that she would see daddy this evening after nursery. But, even that wasn't quite good enough.
First it was 'Daddy come to our house, no go to daddy's house mummy please?'
When that was agreed, a new plan was contrived: 'we go cafe, westraunt, mummy daddy and mummy too. Please mummy. Okay. Okay mummy please?'
Now I didn't even know that she knew the word restaurant!
So we rung PD, who started his commute to the sound of his daughter requesting to dine out.
Luckily Isobel's idea of a restaurant is Pizza Express.
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In fact I was even driven to ask 'what do you like today?'
The response to which was 'Daddy'.
So I pointed out the joyous news that she would see daddy this evening after nursery. But, even that wasn't quite good enough.
First it was 'Daddy come to our house, no go to daddy's house mummy please?'
When that was agreed, a new plan was contrived: 'we go cafe, westraunt, mummy daddy and mummy too. Please mummy. Okay. Okay mummy please?'
Now I didn't even know that she knew the word restaurant!
So we rung PD, who started his commute to the sound of his daughter requesting to dine out.
Luckily Isobel's idea of a restaurant is Pizza Express.
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Sunday, 24 October 2010
Mummy calling Starship Enterprise
Every mother has moments when she wishes the ground would swallow her or better still that Scotty would beam her child up.
Every mother of a two year old has these moments twice as often.
Today I hosted, what used to be a regular, lunch. We had big news to celebrate: an engagement, a marriage and a baby on the way and I only had two couples as guests.
It was an opportunity for catching up and also a perfect time for one of those proud mummy moments when other people meet your angel mini-me and congratulate you on being such a fab parent that you have created a perfectly lovely little girl.
Well that was the plan.
Isobel had other ideas. She had just come back from PDs and she had only had half-hour nap and I had woken her up and she's two, and......
I can make excuses but she smacked little Sam on the Trampoline; she threw a ball at him when he was taking a turn on her bike, smacked him for .... I can't remember, my mind has blanked it out.
In the end Isobel was very eager for Sam to go home and he was equally pleased to have her hand him his shoes and dummy and wave bye bye. Actually they were so pleased to say good bye they kissed.
Every mother of a two year old has these moments twice as often.
Today I hosted, what used to be a regular, lunch. We had big news to celebrate: an engagement, a marriage and a baby on the way and I only had two couples as guests.
It was an opportunity for catching up and also a perfect time for one of those proud mummy moments when other people meet your angel mini-me and congratulate you on being such a fab parent that you have created a perfectly lovely little girl.
Well that was the plan.
Isobel had other ideas. She had just come back from PDs and she had only had half-hour nap and I had woken her up and she's two, and......
I can make excuses but she smacked little Sam on the Trampoline; she threw a ball at him when he was taking a turn on her bike, smacked him for .... I can't remember, my mind has blanked it out.
In the end Isobel was very eager for Sam to go home and he was equally pleased to have her hand him his shoes and dummy and wave bye bye. Actually they were so pleased to say good bye they kissed.
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