The New House – Dylan’s Bedroom

Its about time that I got my finger out and wrote another blog post isn’t it? And I must share more of the finished house, because we all love a good nosey round each others gaffs, don’t we? Well, I do anyway!

Can you believe that we have lived here for over a year now? Time goes so quick doesn’t it? I really must get round to writing up my thoughts and feelings on moving one year on.

Anyhoo, I want to share some photos of Dylan’s bedroom, now that he has nearly outgrown his next to the bed crib, (man, it feels so good to type the word “outgrown” as Dylan was so tiny and at one stage it felt like he would never fill out and grow big!) its time to return the crib to the rental company and put him in his cot in his own room.

Whaaaa!!!! The cat will be happy at least, as she will now be allowed back in our bedroom. Bless her, her tiny world was rocked when D arrived. No wonder she decided to lick her belly bald and get into nasty fights with other cats that cost us £160 (and counting) at the vets.

Right, rant about vets charges over, lets get down to business. Below is how the room looked when we viewed the house.And below is how it looked when we first moved in. There are more before photos in this post.

Back in November 2016, I talked about my ideas for this room in this post here. And I think that we have achieved all the elements that I was hoping for – like cheery, bright, primary colours, a retro/scandi vibe and a room thats not too twee that he can grown into. Basically, I wanted all the wanky nursery malarky that screams “this person has no life and spends far too much time on Pinterest!”

And here is how it looks now.BTW Apologies for the fuzziness of these photos. They were fine until I resized them. I CBA to sort them out or retake them, Im afraid.

We managed to decorate his room mostly on the cheap with furniture from Asda, Ikea and with things we already had. I did splurge on the prints, but when he is finished with them I will be more than happy to hang them elsewhere in the house. I slightly staged these photos by removing his bath towel from the (fake) Eames Hang it All and hanging a cute stripey vest up, which I cant wait for him to grow into, and removing the pile of (unused) nappies which live next to the G Plan unit (thank you Aldi baby event for letting me stock up on bargains! Also where we bought his cot mobile from). Most of his toys and books were presents. We just bought the wooden rainbow, which is probably more for my benefit and decoration (I blame Pinterest again!) than it will be played with. Never mind! The Ugly Dolls and plastic Star Wars models we already had, and Rob bought him the blue Noodoll as he wanted to buy him his first Teddy bear. Dylan is such a lucky boy to have such a nice room with so many lovely things!

Lately #20

Hello my poor neglected blog. I haven’t forgotten you. I have just not had any time for you lately. I thought about ditching you, throwing in the towel, calling it quits. After all, maybe its best that we leave each other on a high. Its not you, its me, etc.

But then I realised that my last ever post on here would be about my cats minge belly (Yet another personal blogging high!) And before that, a rambly, self indulgent, (now thankfully re-edited) personal post all about me, and, erm, my blog!

Nah, I cannot leave that as my lasting legacy. Surely I have some more blogging left in me? Surely?

Lets gently dip my toes back into blogland (does anyone still call it blogland? I think that’s a bit 2010!) and talk about what I have been up to so far in 2017. Apologies in advance for talking far too much about the baby, but he has kind of taken over my life!

  • Tying to nail this mum shiz I am really enjoying being a mum and Dylan at this stage. Dylan is now nearly 16 weeks old and such a happy, smiley, giggly baby (I know that all parents say that about their own, but he is. Honest!). People have been asking Rob and I about how tired we are and I can honestly say that it is not as bad as I thought it would be. Yes, its tiring, but to me its the same kind of tired that you get from working long hours with a long commute everyday. I did that for years and it was knackering, but you get used to it and just get on with it. Plus I used to go out on the piss most nights in my early twenties and I worked full time on an average of 4 hours sleep. I guess that I have just been tired for most of my adult life really! At least this is a good tired. (It also helps to look after babies without hanging like a bat in a cave. A little tip there for any would be parents there!)
  • Not cooking anything exciting There will be no “In Hel’s Kitchen” posts for a while! I froze around thirty meals before he was born, and we managed to eek them out until the end of February, with a few toasty type of meals, three takeaways (only three!), lots of pasta parcels, lots of frozen pizzas and microwave jacket potatoes thrown in between. I did bake some biscuits the other day (Lisa Faulkner’s Sunshine Shorties if you are interested) and have started making simple dinners again. I really want to cook some homemade pizzas, but I have not managed to get my act together to make the dough in advance!
  • Talking of feeding Dylan is now fully formula fed and thriving. I wasn’t going to put anything on here about it (because nobody cares and its no ones business!) but after reading The Magpie Girls BF experience I want to share mine, because I think this is a subject that we should talk about more (the shit side of BF and it not working out, that is). I threw in the towel at six/seven weeks because Dylan was gaining weight very slowly, and being a full term 5lb odd teeny baby to start with, this was quite concerning. Yet I was still getting pushed by the health professionals to BF/combine feed him, despite him being sent to hospital to be checked out for his slow weight gain. I was feeding him all the blooming time, stressed out and worried sick about his weight gain (although it turns out that this is a very common thing in babies). But I was still told to continue BFing! Eventually, I decided to stop. He prefers the formula. It is designed to bulk out babies, which is what he needs. He drinks a whooping 36 oz a day! Where as another baby that I know who was born on the same day as him only drinks 20 oz a day, but is heavier and fatter than him. Go figure? Babies are weird. And they are all different. You have to do what is best for yours.
  • I am all for equal opportunities It was not an easy decision to stop BFing him and I went through all the same kind of emotions that I went through when I had a miscarriage, like “what have I done wrong”, “why has my body let me down”, ” why cant I do something so simple and natural and something that other women seem to do so easily” etc, etc. But this time I did not have the added grief and despair. I just got over it, stopped caring about how I fed him and enjoyed my baby. There is a lot of stuff out there on the internet on the politics of how you feed your baby (most of it women judging other women, which really gets my goat) but one of the best things that I read is this article published on The Atlantic which I found via a comment left on A Cup of Jo post. “Is breast-feeding right for every family? Or is it this generation’s vacuum cleaner—an instrument of misery that mostly just keeps women down?” After all its only fair that Rob gets to share the burden of night feeds, eh! Have a read if you have the spare time. I never thought that how you feed your baby is a feminist issue before.
  • Doing lots of washing Dylan has reflux, bless him. You think that we had seen enough of vomit with my morning sickness when I was expecting him, but no, we now have a pukey baby! My record for one days wash was 12 bibs and 9 muzzys. Poor little fella. Luckily he is not bothered by it. He usually smiles when he voms, the daft sod!
  • Daydreaming about going camping We have been venturing further afield with Dylan, visiting the Isle of Wight and going on day trips to Weymouth, to visit friends and the Sealife centre, and to Exeter to do a bit of window shopping. But I am not sure that we are ready to camp with him yet. The main issue is how do we sterilise/make his bottles safely (damn it, camping would be a doddle if I was still BFing!) and where will he sleep? There is no room for his cot in the van and I am not confident enough to co-sleep with him at this age. I think that we will have to wait till next year really. And a festival is definitely off the agenda for the time being!
  • Turning into mush at tiny baby clothes Seriously, what have I become? There is so much cute stuff out there ATM! I want to buy it all! OMG I never thought that I would be like this, but there we go. I bought these cute retro-tastic animal baby grows from Next, pictured below, for him to grow into, which are my current favourites. Anything with a whale print on it is a winner in my book!
  • Feeling homesick and missing my family big time It is what it is. Sadface emoji.
  • Trying to not post photos of Dylan on social media and failing I am that annoying person who has gone back on their word. Its so hard not to, though! I deleted most of my photos of him on Instagram the other day which must be even more annoying for my (very few) followers. Sorry about that! Still undecided on the whole sharing thing and how to handle it.
  • And finally, the cat is still fine At first she was a bit jealous and put out by Dylan. She was very sulky and slept/hid in some funny places, like the corners of rooms, behind furniture and under tables. But now she is back to her old self and plonks herself on our laps every time we sit down and tries to sleep in his bed, rocker and bouncer chair etc! She is fine with Dylan. He now smiles at her when she walks past and melts my heart into a puddle of mush! Her belly still looks like a minge though BTW.

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My Cat Is Odd

This post is a bit of a random one (as per usual!) But as I am not getting out the house much at the moment, and I have no one else to talk to bore about my cat with other than Rob and my family on the phone, I thought that I would have a quick natter with the silent internet about my strange little fur baby.

I will get straight to the point here – she has a bald belly.

Its pink, its ugly and its a bit disturbing. And yep, I have Googled its potential cause countless times, and yep, I have taken her to the vets with it, and yep, when she lays down and it creases in the middle it looks a bit like a bald minge!

Have a look at the (not great mobile) photos below and see what you think (sorry I never managed to capture it properly in its full, creased mingey glory!) –Google says that its down to stress or fleas. She hasn’t got fleas (confirmed by the vet, thank goodness) and we moved house (the main cause of stress in cats) ages ago and she settled fine.

The vet thinks its an allergy and charged us £60 for a consultation and injection. The injection did seem to work, with a little hair growing back, so I cancelled her follow up appointment. But since then the baldy belly has returned with a vengeance! And if we took her back to the vets we would only end up spending a small fortune on inconclusive tests and be none the wiser.
Now that I have typed that statement out, I feel like the worst cat owner in the world by not following things up and spending a shitload of money trying to find the cause! But she is fine in herself, eating well and behaving normally – she just over grooms her fat little belly!

Rob, myself and the family think that she might be having a phantom pregnancy!

I cannot remember exactly when the baldness appeared, but Im sure that it was late last summer, around the time that my pregnancy began to show. Poppy has been fixed and has never had a litter of kittens, but she is a sensitive, emotional little thing, so I think that she picked up on my hormones. She used to sit on my lap purring away when Dylan kicked her when I was expecting, and so far has only been curious about him, wants to be near him and wants to cuddle up to him in a nurturing way.

My mother is a bit neurotic about the cat and Dylan. She thinks that Poppy might attack or smother him! This stems from the fact that her rescue cat Oxo is unfriendly and is a bad tempered biter (its not her fault, she just had a troubled past) and that when I was a baby she found our old family pet cat Daisy sitting on me when I was asleep! So mum thinks that Poppy is going to eat Dylan, when in reality she is a soppy wimp that has never killed any prey and loves her cuddles with Rob and I!

According to the internet pregnant and lactating cats sometimes shed hair on their bellies and devoted cats can be protective of the people-kitten!

What do you think? Will she try to breast feed him next? Or is she just stressed and overwhelmed by all the changes in the last year?

What a strange little cat Poppy is, eh!

The Understatement Of The Year

Babies are so bad for the environment and that’s my understatement of the year!

Sod using public transport, not owning a car, recycling, buying secondhand, growing your own, eating less meat, being vegetarian/vegan or cleaning your house without chemicals. The best way to cut down your carbon foot print is not to breed!

I was fully aware of this already, and the environmental impact and the amount of waste that I would be sending to landfill was one of the many reasons that it took me so long to come around to the idea of having a kid. (BTW despite me sounding like a chav when I talk, I can totally be a bit of a middle class a-hole at times with my environmental concerns and issues!)

Even though I have tried to make my peace with the wastefulness of having a baby (i.e told myself to just bury my head in the sand, to try and ignore it and to focus on the good stuff) it still shocks me how quickly our wheelie bin is filling up and how much waste there is!

So to make myself feel slightly better I am using my blog as a therapy session (once again!) to get some of the guilt off my chest and to thought dump all of my feels on here!!!

Here is my list of shame –

  • It shocks me how many cotton wool balls we have got through. Two weeks in and we are on our third bumper sized bag already!
  • The boiling the kettle constantly to pour water out to cool for top and tailing. Then forgetting about said bowl of water on the side and having to do it all over again!
  • The nappies! Ten or fifteen years ago I was very much a ranty, soapbox, eco warrior type and I would have used reusable washable nappies if I had a kid when I was younger. These days I have chilled out a bit and I will do anything for an easier life – so we are using disposables! Please feel free to judge, but I know that the amount of constant washing would drive me crazy and reduce me to tears on a daily basis. So Pampers/cheaper supermarket own brand are the way forward for now.
  • The amount of nappy bags that I am using to wrap said disposable nappies in, before plonking them in the wheelie bin, before they end up in landfill and take 20+years to break down all the while leaking chemicals into the soil. All that we can do ATM to save waste is to put two pissy nappies in the same bag. Lame.
  • The amount of washing. The pile of pissy wet babygrows never goes down!
  • The constant washing of hands. More water usage.
  • The water used for sterilising.
  • The amount of packaging for his milk. I am currently breastfeeding Dylan, but because of his low birth weight and current slow weight gain we have been advised to top him up with formula. So we are currently using the ready made Cow and Gate mini throw away bottles to save time with heating powdered milk and sterilising bottles etc. Again, anything for an easier life.
  • I am also this close to saying f**k it with the breast feeding and sticking him on the formula full time to get him gaining weight and to make life slightly easier (which also as an extra bonus doing this will piss off my slightly-mental-pro-breast-feeding health visitor who I cannot stand and who suggested that I buy one of these to give him his formula in. Can you imagine Rob wearing it! – Actually, please don’t! That’s a really disturbing image!)
  • The amount of stuff that you need to buy that only gets used for 4-6 months.
  • The fact that most of it will be chucked, as nobody really buys second had baby stuff like cribs etc.
  • TMI alert – The amount of maternity pads that you get through before, during and after. All going to landfill.
  • The fact that I have been this close to ordering a tumble dryer.
  • And despite a long history of setting fire to them and breaking them, I have purchased a new microwave to sterilise bottles in. Unfortunately the microwave steriliser that I also ordered was too big to fit inside my new microwave. Oops! Never mind at least we can have jacket potatoes for tea again and reheat our cold cups of tea!
  • The fact that I wanted to only use organic, eco friendly baby bath products etc but I have been gifted a shedload of J&J baby smellies, Vaseline and Sudocream etc. I will just have to suck it up and use these paraben and petroleum containing products. And be grateful for them. Which I am – honest!
  • The amount of baby wipes that I will use.
  • But despite my guilt at increasing the hole in the ozone etc, despite the lack of sleep, despite the fact that I am a emotional teary wreak most of the time, my love for this babe is growing daily. Now please excuse me while I put another load of washing on and put the heating on full wack to dry it! #explainingnotcomplaining

And Then There Were Three….

…..Or four of us in the household now, if you include the cat, which I 100% do BTW!

Please allow me to introduce Dylan Milo. He was born on Saturday 24/12/16 weighing 5lb 15oz at 3.08am.

We are totally smitten with the little fellow and we are on a sleep deprived cloud nine high ATM!

Of course it would not be a typical Helen and Rob type of story with out some kind of hiccup involved around the time of his birth. And sure enough, before he was born, the van broke down on Saturday the 17th Dec, four days before my due date on Wednesday the 21st Dec!

We hastily organised a list of local cab firm numbers to keep to hand, sorted some cash out ready to pay for midnight taxis, and hoped, that while I did not want his birthday to be too close to Xmas day, that in a way it might be better if I kept my legs crossed for a little bit longer while the van was being fixed at the garage!

On my D-Date Weds 21/12/16 we were loaned a courtesy car by the garage. Then on Fri 23/12/16 we got the van back at around 3pm just in time for our 6pm drive to our local hospital, as by then I was in labour!

Just in the nick of time, eh!

Thankfully, it all worked out perfectly, as Rob was really looking forward to bringing him home in the van rather than the damp, smelly, ancient, ex learner vehicle, crappy Vauxhall Corsa that the garage gave us as a courtesy car!

There will be no birth story on here. Although for some reason I really want to share it (it must be the hormone high!) But when I see birth stories on other peeps blogs, I find them dull and long, and they all seem to be either on the hardcore, grisly, birth olympics type of survivor story end of the spectrum or the smug, showy, “I just breathed my baby out”, hypnobirth type of tale! Dylan’s birth was fine BTW. It was fairly quick and not as painful as I was expecting, and was kind of a mixture of the two! But I don’t care about any of all that, I am just grateful that he is here!

I had to stay in hospital overnight, and Rob and I spent most of Xmas day on the ward. I cannot praise the all NHS staff enough, they were amazing, and fed Rob and I a Xmas dinner and the midwifes even gave Dylan a  Xmas present – the little bear rattle thing pictured below! We got home at about 6.30 pm on Xmas day and enjoyed the rest of the day as a family of 3 (although I missed the GBBO Xmas special! Boo!)

Here are some more piccies of him. He is so tiny! I thought that because I was overdue and we have a history of bigger babies in the family that he would be a 10lb-er chunk! Nope, he is so dinky! Even tiny baby sized clothes seem so large on him!

Oh well, that’s enough of my baby waffle! I have a couple of badly written, unedited (like my last 15 Years post) scheduled ready to go live and I hope that I will be back blogging again in a month or two. See you all soon!

Wish me luck with the sleepless nights!

Some Things That (I Hope) I Will And Will Not Do

So I said in one of my recent posts that I am not planning on becoming a Mummy blogger anytime soon.

And while out there in the blogosphere there are some really great family/parenting/lifestyle type blogs, there are a few (in particular a couple of the bigger American family blogs that spring to my mind) that slightly concern me about how the parents of the, admittedly very cute hipster kids, pimp out their offspring to advertise products and earn a living. Sometimes I just want to scream at them “DID NOBODY LEARN ANYTHING FROM MACAULAY CULKIN???!!!???!!” And then sometimes I find myself clicking on the links within the blog post! Hey, I am not immune to a good bit marketing, Im only human!!!

Anyhoo, in honour of one of my favourite family/parenting/lifestyle blogs Mother of All Lists (please click on the link and have a gander, its a great blog that has something for everyone, kids in your life or not!) I thought that I would write a (over opinionated and rather ranty!) post about what I hope that I will and will not do when I become a parent, both online and in everyday life.

….And so that you can all laugh at my naivety and remind me how I am a hypocrite and have completely contradicted myself in a few months time!!!!

  • I am not going to put any photos of the kid on my blog. Sorry about that. I will probably put one or two up when he is born to announce it, but that will be it. This is my personal blog about my life in general and thoughts and feelings etc. So I will stick to writing about the usual mundane stuff like decorating the house, days out and camping trips (if we manage to have any that is!) etc, rather than mundane baby stuff like sleepless nights, weaning and potty training etc. If I find the time to keep blogging of course.
  • The same goes for social media. Rob and I have agreed that we want to respect the kids privacy and we will only share his photos online with our family directly through Whatsapp, a private shared iPhoto album and personal emails. Plus I really hope that I do not post statuses moaning about sleepless nights and all the rest on Facebook! But who knows what my hormones and extreme tiredness will drive me to?!!!
  • I hope that I do not become a baby bore who talks about nothing but their kid. We all know that person. Even after politely listening to the latest news about the sprog, when you try to change the subject and get them to talk about themselves, they somehow always turn the conversation back to junior, bless ’em! BTW I totally did this when we first got the cat. I didn’t realise that I was boring people going on about her all the time!
  • I am not going to neglect my cat. She is still my little baby. Be it a 10 year old black and white, slightly chubby, totally spoilt, furry one who poops herself occasionally, pukes on the floor, has fishy breath, whinges a lot, cries to be fed on demand and needs to be cuddled to sleep all the time!
  • I am not going to call myself mamabear, wear a mother of dragons t-shirt or change my Instagram profile name to “*****’smummy” (whatever we decide to call him, still not made up our minds yet!)
  • I am not going to allow my house to be taken over by toys and kid clutter. Please do feel free to laugh at my naivety here!!! I just really hope that our lounge does not turn into something looking like a soft play area. I have loads of empty storage space in the lounge Ladderax unit for any future Lego, games and craft supplies etc. But who knows who will win the battle against the influx of plastic crap entering the house!
  • I hope that I will not become one of these “holier than thou” types who thinks that they are a more compassionate, understanding person just because they are a parent. True story – one time Rob and I were sitting in the pub next to a friend of a friend of a friend, who asked if we had any kids, then started going on about how wonderful parenthood is and how much having kids makes you a better person. I had to bite my tongue and hold back while he waffled on and on about how selfless and wonderful he was. What a dick!!! In fact, at one point I did actually say to him “so you are telling me that I am selfish because I don’t have kids” but it seemed to go over his head. Surely common sense tells you that not everybody has a choice in these matters and there are plenty of terrible, evil people out there who also happen to be parents? Grrrrrr, what a dick!!!!!!!!!
  • I hope that I do not say to other first time expectant mums or couples, the one cliche that everyone has told us that “our lives are going to completely change”! For some reason this perfectly innocent, meant well statement has grated me a bit during my pregnancy. I think its because its so obvious. And your lives also change with other major life events – like when you break up with someone, lose a loved one, get made redundant or change your job and move house etc, but no one seems to say it to you then. On a personal level, I have sometimes wanted to tell people “yeah, well so does having a miscarriage (*change your life that is*). It makes you appreciate that you cannot predict anything in life, that life is short and you need to be thankful for what you have”. But I am too polite to say so and I do not want to make people feel uncomfortable!
  • I also hope that I will not tell child free couples when they see my future babe that they “will be next”! As if just by looking at my child it will magically cure their infertility or make them change their minds about their personal choices in life!!!
  • I hope that I can bring my boy up to be a feminist.
  • I hope that if he does like Disney’s Frozen that I can support his interest and will not have a near nervous breakdown after hearing Let it Go for the millionth time! Gah, I hate that effing song so much!!!
  • I will not be a miserable cow about Xmas anymore and will try to make their childhood memories of the festive period good ones! Bring on the Elf on a shelf, tinsel and turkey!!!
  • And I hope that this will be my last personal/thought dump type of post on here about the kid. But who knows?!!!

The New House – Ideas And Inspiration For The Second Bedroom

Sorry to keep wanging on about baby stuff on here. I did hope to share a tour of our bedroom today, but its too dark and rainy to take any decent photos, so that post will have to wait. Fear not, I am not about to turn into a “mummy blogger” anytime soon! But at this moment in time its a big thing in my life, so I cannot help but over share on here occasionally!

I just wanted to do a little follow up from this post here (the 2nd bedroom before tour post) to talk about my ideas for this room.

I must say that it has been quite hard deciding how to decorate this room. My initial thoughts were to just paint the room white, but then Rob banned me from having any more white walls in the house! (He hates it! Because its a bugger to paint and you cannot see what bits you have already painted apparently!)

Next I thought “what about that greeny-grey neutral colour that we had in our bedroom in our last house?” But Rob was not so keen on the colour. So that was the end of that. (Yes, believe it or not, sometimes I do let him have a say in things!!!)

So it was back to the drawing board again. Or rather, pinning stuff on my secret Pinterest board for inspiration!

All that I had decided on was this Ikea light in the room and, don’t ask me why, but I set my heart on a bright yellow cot! …You know, the one colour that cots are least likely to be made in! Luckily I managed to find one online at a sensible price, so that Pinterest-to-blame-type-of-want was fulfilled!

So far we have purchased the two items pictured below.

Image from ikea.com

The light for the room. Image from ikea.com

His cot. Image from direct.asda.com

His cot. Image from direct.asda.com

And this is how the room currently looks.imageimageimageimage

Doesn’t it make you a bit twitchy and anxious? The piles of bags everywhere, the disorganisation of it, and the fact that I have just over four weeks left to go til D-day? Eep!

But to be honest, I am pretty chill about things. As for the first few months the kid will be sleeping in our bedroom, in one of those next to the bed cribs, so there is no December deadline to get this room finished. Phew! And I have finally decided on the wall colour and more furnishings! We just need to finish decorating the lounge first so that the Ladderax unit and the books etc can be moved back in there, then I can start sorting out the piles of baby paraphernalia that my parents have brought us and friends have kindly given to us.

And pack my hospital bag and do other practical shit like that!

The scheme that I have decided on is for the walls to be painted on the bottom half a teal coloured dark blue (yes, I know, I have chosen blue for a boy! But I like the colour and would also use it in a little girls room) then white on the top half. A bit like in the images all gleaned from Pinterest below.

And somehow I have managed to get Rob to paint another room white again! But this room doesn’t count as its only half white. Honest!

Image from ikea.com

Image from ikea.com

Image from spearmintbaby.com

Image from spearmintbaby.com

More Pinterest inpiration. Not quite the look that I am going for, but look, a yellow cot and the same lampshade!

More Pinterest inpiration. Not quite the look that I am going for, but look, a yellow cot and the same lampshade! Image from babble.com.

Next, I plan to order this Ikea chest of drawers for a changing area and clothing storage, which I cannot wait to organise like this Mummy blogger has.

Nordli chest of drawers. Image from ikea.com.

Nordli chest of drawers. Image from ikea.com.

Image from twotwentyone.net.

Image from twotwentyone.net.

Then order this cute Scandi inspired bunny print below to hang somewhere in the room. Just because I like it and would be very happy to have it hanging in my bedroom TBH!

Image from thismodernlife.co.uk

Image from thismodernlife.co.uk

Watch this space for the room tour next year!

Christmas 2016

I know, I know – its more than a tad too early to mention the big C word (IMO there should be only 12 days of it, no scrap that, just 1 day of it, and it doesn’t start in August!) But don’t worry, this is not going to be one of my yearly traditional posts ranting about the music and the overblown commercialism etc. Because for once I am not working in a hellhole busy retail environment and this Xmas is going to be a very different one, as no big deal, but we are only blooming having a baby around that time!

I am officially due on 21/12/16, but we all know that no one ever arrives on their due date! I am really hoping that the kid is not born on Xmas day (or Xmas eve or Boxing day or New years day if I go overdue!) As that is such a rubbish birthday to have. So I am kind of hoping that I will be a week or two early so the poor little buggers B.day is not too close to Xmas and gets overlooked!

I used to work with a lovely lady who was born on Xmas day. She hated it as she never really got to celebrate her birthday. She would wake up in the morning and her kids would wish her happy birthday, then she would have to work all day long cooking the whole family a huge Xmas dinner. Plus she always had her mother-in-law staying round. So it wasn’t much fun for her. (That’s how she told me, anyway. Bless her!)

One of Rob’s friends used to go out with a girl who was also born on Xmas day. She would always celebrate her half birthday in June, as her B.day kind of slipped by because of all the other celebrations going on.

I saw this feature on Apartment Therapy the other day, its a interesting study on the frequency of birthdays and how common your birthday is. Plus I am bored stupid on the worlds longest ever maternity leave and I have too much time on my hands to over think these things!

I have tried not to get too excited and make loads of plans for the future. Because in the past I have learnt that its best not to think too far ahead and that the best laid plans never work out. I prefer to go with the flow and I have a wing it approach to life in general.

The only one thing that I have daydreamed about with the kid is making future birthday cakes for them (that and future family camping trips together in the van!) I am looking forward to the challenge of creating their special requests in the form of cake! But how will we manage to eat two blooming cakes at Xmas time? (Rob said that this will be no problem for him BTW!) And how will I manage to accommodate, please and entertain doting grandparents for joint B.days and Xmas so no one has their nose put out? We all know that I hate being the hostess with the mostess!!!

This will also be the first Xmas that we will not see our families. We have had Xmases on our own before, but we always visited the family before or after the main event. This year we will not be able to travel to the Isle of Wight or Kent. The funny thing is that everyone seems to be concerned about how we are going to be celebrating Xmas this year! My Mum is worried that we will not be able to have a Xmas meal (where as Rob is just pleased to be missing out on the dry turkey!) But as I said to everyone – celebrating Xmas is the last thing that we are worried about this year as we have other more important stuff to think of!

Plus it gives me the perfect excuse not to bother putting the decorations up this year! Although even Rob told me not to be such a Grinch on that one! But to me its another hassle that I could do with out with a new born in the house!

Some Stuff For The Kid

I guess that this post will reveal that we are having a boy. Its not a big secret, as we chose to find out the sex at our 20 week scan and we have told all our friends, family and anyone else who asks what we are having. I just haven’t mentioned it on my blog for some reason! We still haven’t decided on a name yet though. He just goes by “the kid” for now!

I have recently broken my own rules and brought some clothing for the baby. I brought these super hero vests (age 6-9 months, brand new with tags) for £2.50 in a local chazza and I allowed Rob, AKA the ultimate big kid/Star Wars fan (like most blokes around his age are!), to buy this cute Chewbacca onesie thingy while we were out shopping in Tescos the other day.imageimage

I am trying to avoid the whole pink for a girl and blue for a boy thing, but you cannot help being drawn towards all the stereotypical gender based stuff as there is not a lot of unisex clothing out there. So I am just sticking to my no boring baby blue and greige coloured stuff rule the best I can, and I will try to make his wardrobe and accessories as bright and cheerful as I possibly can!

Robs Aunt is a prolific knitter and has already asked us if we wanted any bits made for the baby. I requested a brightly coloured stripey blanket and a little bonnet/hat type of thing (but not in pastel colours please!) And she has already made them and posted them down to us! How cute are they? I love hand knitted bits for lit’luns. I wish I was clever and could knit myself, but I just don’t have the skills or patience for it!image

Oh, and Robs Mum found this vintage Fisher Price toy that used to belong to Rob and his sister up in her loft and passed it on to us.image

Plus we have also ordered the cot and mattress as they were on special offer (even though he won’t be sleeping in them straight away and will be in our room at first) and the car seat is on order from the local baby superstore (AKA your worst nightmare if you hate spending lots of unnecessary money and are not keen on cutesy, vomit inducing baby furniture and paraphernalia like myself!!!) which will be ready to collect within the next three weeks, I hope!

So we are getting there. I have finally accepted that I had better stop putting things off and get a bit more prepared for the new member of the household!

Who am I kidding, we are totally unprepared for what is coming and the house has a lot more than 7 weeks decorating left to do! Eek!

Lights Alive

Who else remembers the toy Lights Alive from the eighties? I wanted one so bad when I was a kid!

Anyway, this is another one of my random-musings-type post. I mean with that intro, I might as well start as I mean to go on, eh!

I was thinking about our new house, the decorating and the forthcoming kid. This is the first house that we’ve not had to decorate and change things because we need to (in that things are falling apart and are unsafe etc) – we just want to.

Take the lights pictured below in our lounge and the kitchen. They are fairly new and work perfectly fine. They are just not the fittings that I would have chosen.
imageimageI feel bad for spending money changing them, and guilty that the old fittings will end up in a landfill (charity shops will not accept certain electricals – including light fittings).  I asked myself if it is necessary to change them.

But then on the other hand, Rob and I are both homebodies and we like our home to look nice. We like decorating (well, the end results rather than the process of decorating!) and improving things, making our house(s) a home. We are putting our own stamp on the house, turning it into a colourful, retro/mid century influenced home that is very ‘us’!

We are both former art students who appreciate good design and we like things that are visually pleasing (I mean that’s why Rob settled down with me because I am so darn good looking! Ha!) Plus Rob works from home and I will be spending more time indoors next year. So having a nice, relaxing, functional, comfortable home is important to us.

I have been very fortunate that I have a small inheritance from my grandparents (obviously I would rather have my grandparents still here though) which has enabled us to move and to be able to decorate this house. (Which we were going to spend on some new interior doors and a new patio and driveway in our old house BTW!)

But should I keep the money in a savings account for the kid? After all, we are spending it on our future, not theirs.

But then I go back to thinking that this is something that we want to do. We want to decorate this house.

Everyone keeps telling us to make the most of things right now and to enjoy our freedom, because come next year, we will not have any time to do anything.

We are well aware of this! But thanks for telling us anyway!

So instead of having one last big blow out like an expensive holiday abroad (or a babymoon as they are called) or me demanding that Rob buys me a ‘maternity’ ring or an expensive trinket (or a push present as they are called!), we are treating ourselves one last time by decorating the house.

This will be the last time that it is all about us. Next year everything we do will be about the kid. Their needs will come first.

Neither of us are bothered about this. We are mature enough (I hope!) to realise what is coming. It will be a big shock change, just like everyone keeps telling us.

But bring it on, I say!

….I just hope that our little darling to be doesn’t destroy the place in a few years time!!!image imageAbove ↑ Our new lights in the kitchen and lounge. The kitchen lights were from B&Q and were not too expensive. The lounge light was from John Lewis (but I did buy it when it was on special offer with 10% off!) which looks soooo much better than the chintzy floral light fitting that was there before!!