Sunday, 14 September 2014


is the word we use to describe the McBaby when he gets upset. For he does not get upset in proportion for the amount of hurt he is feeling - whether it's the fact you've asked him to hand you his croissant because he's about to get into the bath, or whether you've turned the TV off because it's time to go to nursery, he will cry like his heart is truly about to break, like he is experiencing pain hitherto unknown to the human race.

But the tables turned this week. Maybe it's because in the last few days, I've felt knackered to the point of exhaustion and on the verge of tears. (Definitely just the past few days - and no longer than that), he's said two things that have given me the heart break.

1. "Mummy - my tummy is too big."

Don't know where to start with this one. Someone suggested I'd said that to him and I nearly ripped their head off. I would never say this to him even if I believed it to be true. Where did it come from? Did someone say it to him as a joke?

2. "Go away mummy. I want Daddy."

I knew this would come one day, but when he said this while pushing me in the neck, I might (might) have gone outside and wept in the car.

Monday, 8 September 2014

One man went to Mow.

How do I know it was time to cut the lawn? Because in a manner of speaking, my three-year-old nephew told us. He said to MrM: "don't you have a lawnmower?"


September's declutter challenge continues...

Day 3 in the decluttered house and the housemates are already starting to see a difference;

Today, out went two bag of things to the charity shop and a book back to the person who lent it to me.

Day 4:
Four boxes of fudge that I may have been stockpiling. My mum asked if she could buy them. I let her have them.

Day 5: Lots of stuff in, but five items out. A cheat here. Two pairs of shoes and a toiletry set.

Day 6:

one bag of clothes, one bottle of wine to a friend, lots of baby books and baby shoes.

Day 7:

I was struggling for things to fling, but then opened the shed when I went to mow the lawn (more on why in my next post) and found 7 pieces of bed linen for the charity shop.

Thursday, 4 September 2014

The joy of reading

That's 'reading', not 'Reading'....

When the McBaby was on the way, I spent many happy hours planning which of my favourite children's books I would share with him. Jennings, Enid Blyton, Winnie the Pooh, Dr Seuss...all of these have since appeared on his bookshelf.

In addition to these, MrM has added a selection of books that he's bought after finding them left for sale in the canteen at work. Snobbily, I have left some of these, finding that although the illustrations are captivating, they're not particularly well-written, and so difficult to read aloud.

The McBaby chooses a couple at bed time and there's one stand out book that he and I have both come to love. It's not a classic - yet, but we just love it, and when he chooses it, I feel happier about reading it and I'm sure he sleeps better!

It's called Bear Snores On about a hibernating bear who sleeps through a party that takes place in his cave. It's beautifully written, onomatopoeic and has a sweet ending. The McBaby gets so excited by the simple storyline, the loud mid-story sneeze and the repetition of "the bear snores on".

When we're both a bit older, I shall cherish those moments where he beams and looks at me with happiness and anticipation at a simple picture book.

Which children's books make you smile?


Tuesday, 2 September 2014

September's declutter challenge

How I love a challenge! Well, for two days and then I get bored and then start thinking about the next thing to sign up to.

Well for September, I thought I'd sign up to something where you declutter one item on the 1st, two items on the 2nd, three items on the get the idea. I know I didn't come up with this idea myself but can't seem to find any reference to it anywhere. Obviously I am applying this decluttering lark to my memory instead of my house.

Yesterday was the 1st, so I sent back a top that came from nursery that isn't ours!

2nd - Off went two items to new owners. Two CDs that were sold and paid for today....

Monday, 1 September 2014


Three weeks, three festivals. This time, we spent a day at the brilliant and FREE Bunkfest up the road in Wallingford, drawn by the headliners 3 Daft Monkeys. I might be a bit obsessed with this band having seen them just two weeks ago, but in my defence, just check them out on youtube and see if you can stop yourself dancing!
We pitched up at the free ‘park and ride’. Bit confused as there was no actual car park as such, but having parked, the FREE bus arrived immediately and deposited us by the high street in Wallingford.

As I had the map up the wrong way, we had a nice jaunt down to the River Thames and then back up to Kinecroft which was buzzing; full of stalls, people and noise.
Having got there late in the day, we bought a reusable pint glass each (nice to see measures to protect the environment in place) and started on the cider. The McBaby spent a happy hour indeed on the silent disco dance floor which was full of children buzzing on candy floss and sugar, waving a plethora of toy swords and guns around and throwing balls hard at each other. I removed him for his own safety and after a couple of goes on the carousel,a strategic avoidance of the balloon stalls and a visit to the very posh toilets, we went to see Mr Alexander, the magician. He’d done his magic shows for the day, but was in the throes on putting on a cinematic show – amazing.

Then Blair Dunlop, followed by a sweaty, vibrant set by 3 Daft Monkeys who wowed the crowd. For a small festival, I was astounded by the quality of the filming, and not quite so thrilled to see what I look like when I’m dancing projected onto a massive screen.

So in summary, a great festival with the feel of a village fete and just amazing that it’s free – although donations are welcome here:
The people of Wallingford should be very proud of their event, although perhaps a rethink on arming their kids might be in order - smiley face!

Tuesday, 26 August 2014

Chilli con carne

As I wipe down the kitchen walls and clean up the chilli, along with a good dab of paint too, I wonder how it came to this. I'm on my hands and knees cleaning up what looks like a murder scene while MrM is upstairs with a screaming toddler.

Just minutes ago, this chilli was on a plate and we were all happily eating it and chatting.

Then, the McBaby turned around to lick the back of his chair. I told him to sit nicely and eat his dinner and POW! the plate was suddenly thrown at the wall.

It's the worst in a series of tantrums today. Is there an end to the terrible twos?