Came across this online just had to share. Enjoy
I am having a case of working mum guilt – I don’t do enough outdoor activities with my son. Imagine my horror when I discovered that my son is afraid of leaves. How did this happen? How many trips to the park have we missed ?
Last week I took my son to the urgent care centre because he had been vomiting (another one of those trips where they do absolutely nothing and ask you what you think is wrong ). We had a two and half hour wait before we would be seen so I decided to wait in the park beside the clinic as it was a sunny day.
On the way to the park LO let out a freakish scream when we passed by the hedges. When we got to the park he refused walk on the grass and would only walk on paved ground. Now even when we drive by trees with leaves, he starts to scream. I feel so guilty about this. I grew up on a farm I ran among cattle (so to speak), harvested corn, played with rabbits and chased wild rats. You would often find me at the top of a tree. I once fell down from a mango tree when a lizard crawled over my hand. I was stung by a bee on the way down (Had a concussion for two days though aliens where coming to kill my mum). I still have a phobia for lizards till this day. Such was the drama of my growing up years. For my son to now be afraid of leaves is an absolute disgrace
I hereby make a pledge to LO – Dear LO I promise to take you to the park every weekend
except when I have to cook or get the groceries or I am too tired after a long week at work or it’s too cold or……… Sod it your dad would take you. Just Kidding would take you my baby together we would fight this fear.
As the sun shines brighter and my holiday draws closer. I have been scouting my usually hunts for summer clothes for LO. This season pale pastel colours are all the range. I also have a thing for stripes. So here my faves for now.
Twin pack strip shirts £5 at Mataland. I am quite happy to buy really cheap clothes for summer because the season is so short and by next summer LO would definitely have outgrown them.
Stone Jean Shorts also from Mataland. What is summer without legs.
Clogs for playing in the rain, £3 at Mataland.
Footbed Sandals £6 also from Mataland (Just received their catalogue in the post)
Geek T-Shirt – Mataland £3 they also have the Nerd one. You know how I love to matchy matchy. I have a similar Geek Tee so this is a must have for LO.
Now for my more vain finds
Found those lovely blue loafers at Zara. Cant find them in stock anymore :-(.
Blue drawstring jeans also from Zara
Denim shorts with suspenders Zara £14.99. I can picture LO in this with a straw hat or papa’s cap and a classic white linen shirt.
Pink strip and Blue check shirts Both £10.99 at Zara.
Casual leather basket ball boots £17.99 at Zara
And Finally Check shirts from Next £9.00
LO one decided to help mummy do the cleaning so she can rest on mother’s day.
Happy mothers day everyone. Hope you are having a nice day.
I am one of those mums who like to colour coordinate with their off spring (Yep, I am one of those). I used to wonder what that was all about until I fell pregnant. I just couldn’t help myself. I prayed for a girl so I could make her a mini me. An extension of my fashion ego *winks* (yes that’s a thing, if it isn’t then it should be). DH was worse than me, he Goggled “how to make a girl” (serious was our obsession). You can imagine my disappointment when I found out it was a boy. Truth be told, I shed a few vain tears. I didn’t even start shopping for my baby until I was 9 months pregnant. I just couldn’t get excited. I kept feeling there was nothing exciting to buy for a boy (I shriek at the vanity of these thoughts).
I repented of my thoughts when I started reading a lot of mummy blogs and several baby sites the first of which was Baby Centre. I read about many women with sick babies, in an out of hospitals everyday. People who were genuinely scared about the health of their kids, women struggling with infertility. I even had a scare of my own when I was told by my mid-wife at a routine scan that they couldn’t see all the parts of my baby’s heart. I was referred to St Thomas Hospital. I remember walking through the hospital and seeing all those sick children. The forced cheer in the atmosphere; created by toys and colourful paintings. Parents holding hands in the waiting rooms with fear in their eyes. As I read the consent form before the scan all I could think of was God I just want a healthy baby. Thankfully my baby was fine and he was born a whopping 4.5kg. When I saw him, it didn’t matter if he was a boy or a girl. To me he was the most beautiful creature I had ever seen and I loved him more than I did myself. He has brought me so much pleasure that I seriously consider stopping at one. I keep asking DH “If I have another one how would I love another child like I love him”?
One of my favourite activities is still dressing him up. Especially in the mornings as we prepare for work, when I dry his hair after a bath he always lifts up his head for a kiss. This has become one of our traditions. I still don’t have a lot of coordinated clothes. One sweater which I blogged about. I think our niche is shoes. I am usually a girlie girl but I am now embracing the sporty spice vibe.
LO converse is now too small. I am even trying to sell it on Preloved. I have now started visiting sites like JD Sports (never used to be on my shopping map). I even saw some girly wedge trainers. Yea, yea ,I know I am on a spending ban however I didn’t say LO was on one too.
Funny how little things can bring so much Joy.
It amazing how fast kids grow. I remember bringing my baby home from the hospital and placing him in his Moses basket. I remember him getting a cold at 8 weeks and making the transfer from the basket to my bed (sometimes when a baby gets a cold they get sleep apnea and that scared the pants off me). After that it was just too much of a struggle to put him in his cot as he kept waking up at night and I had to get some sleep in other to remain sane at work the next day. He would agree to sleep in his cot during the day however, once it was night he would kick up a storm if you placed him in it.
Now at 15 months my husband and I finally admitted to ourselves that we enjoy having him in our bed too much. How long are we going to keep him here? It was time to move him. That night as we slept I noticed that my baby had started placing his hand around me when he sleeps. Yep, the time had definitely come to move him before he gets too use to holding me that he refuses to sleep alone ever.
I cleared his cot which had become hubby’s dumping ground for his clothes. Friday was the big day since we expected a fuss. It was the end of the week so if he cried at least I had Saturday to rest.
This is how it played out. Baby slept soundly not even making a wink. Mummy didn’t sleep at all constantly fretting over peacefully sleeping baby. Daddy complained that the bed felt too big.
Missing him already. Wonder how moving him into his own room is going to go :-(. If there are any ex co-sleepers I would love to hear from you. Thanks
Taking a break from the heavy stuff (the marriage series) to share something just for laughs.
My morning runs are usually down to a tee. Every eventuality is prepared for before hand. However, anyone who has a child knows that when they throw a curve ball you can kiss your schedule goodbye. We usually leave the house at 7.15am to catch the 7.20am bus to the child-minders place. Last friday 01/02/2013 at 7.15am we were right on schedule to leave the house. Unfortunately, little one (LO) had other ideas and decided to do a poo. Usually this doesn’t faze me as I can change a diaper to military precision. Unfortunately for me LO is at the stage where he is very interested in what goes on down there. As soon as I opened the diaper, in came his hand trying to reach for his poo. I tried begging ,holding both hands, crying, threatening, to know no avail. 5 minutes later, half pack of wipes and one towel down we were literally covered in poo.
By now he was crying because I won’t let him eat the stuff, I kid you not. He also wanted me to carry him so he could decorate me with the stuff. Decision time do I plonk him in the bathroom and go late to work or wrap him in a bin liner take him to the minder and pretend not to know he is covered in poo. I was so upset.
While I was foaming in anger. I remembered a post by a blogger called Talin where she talked about her Jelly Bean moments (can find the post to link to it). This involves taking pleasure from little things when it feels like everything is going wrong. I looked in his cot and caught sight of a sweater I had recently purchased for him. I have a similar sweater and I thought how nice we would both look if we wore the sweater on the same day. I decided to do that on sunday. 20 minutes later having missed 3 buses. We where out of the door. At least I got Sundays outfit sorted what does it matter if I am late for work. :-).
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I am quite cynical about being a mum. But there are some things that you just can’t be cynical about. The first time you child smiles at you…. The first time he sits, crawls, walks, dances, laughs out loud….
There are so many of these mile stones in the first year of your child’s life. The icing on the cake being when they turn one. No other birthday can compare to this, there would never be another first birthday.
Growing up I had many relative abroad. When they came home on holiday they often marvelled at how much you had grown, how you used to do this and that, when they saw you crap in your diaper and rub polish on your face ha ha ha. This really annoyed me. I thought these are just normal things a baby does. Get over it. However, now that I am a mum I understand the joy these simple activities gave them.
Happy first birthday my darling.
These lovely pictures were taken by my friend Bola Okunleye.
Every one who knows me knows I love a bargain. That is why when I started this blog I called it mum on a budget. However since I started it I haven’t posted any budget ideas. My main focus has been ranting on relationships and how difficult it has been being a mum without family in the UK. That is why I have decided to rename my blog.
New name SHE LOVES TO RANT
My HB gave me this idea when he referred to my as the ranting blog. Although I must say, that same day at work I thought of the idea as well .Wrote it down on a post it. Great minds -). Anyways I am hoping with the name change I would turn a new leaf and post regularly. As they say the spirit is willing but the flesh is soooo weak. My schedule is soo tight. It’s hard to find the time.
My day goes like this –
4.50am – HB Alarm goes off waking both me and baby
5.00am – Try to convince baby to go back to sleep
6.00am – Alarm goes off
6.10am – Bible study (depending on what kind of night I had, if baby woke up 5 times then I would definitely hit the snooze button)
6.50am – Dressed, wake baby up and get him dressed.
7.15am – Out of the door to minders place (hopefully all goes well, baby doesn’t poop as we are about to leave the house)
7.30am – On the way to the station (read bible, return calls from previous night/ talk to hubby who has arrived at work)
8.45am – Arrive at work, breakfast
9.00am – Work
1.00pm – Break (run errands, pick up clothes, groceries)
5.30pm – Close
5.45pm – Journey home ( catch up with people on the phone)
6.45pm – Home (if hubby isn’t working late)
7.30pm – Home (if I have to pick baby)
7.30pm – 9pm – Bath mum and baby, dinner (prepared by daddy), prepare for the next day.
9pm – 10pm – Family prayer, read baby story and put him to sleep.
10pm – 10.30pm – Tidy up
11.00 – Brain has gone to sleep.
Help I need a secretary. I still need to post on my blog and read for my driving test.
I would just close my eyes for a while hummmmmm sleeeeeep
I have just finished reading “sleep is for the weak” a blog her book. It consists of various excerpts from several mummy blogs and I simply loved it. Mums who didn’t take their self too seriously, mums who spoke the truth from the heart and said all the things we didn’t hear at the baby shower. Secrets that other mums should have let us into really but they were busy hoarding.
So I would now share my own truths about motherhood for all my soon to be mothers out here this is my truths.
Haemorrhoids – Gotcha, I can hear you saying what is this? How does this affect me? You see all you natural birth preachers. This is goes hand in hand with the territory. When you force 3 kg down a little hole, the law of gravity is applied and down comes the butt hole. Little red angry lumps in nice little clusters and the total bliss about them is that they never go away. Yes they can reduce in size, but they are there, loitering in the background waiting for the day they can come back and say gotcha.
Breast Feeding – I always took breast-feeding for granted never thought much of it. I think a lot of people sort of feel it’s an instinct like sex and you would always know what to do. So when I got loads of books and guides for breast-feeding I just ignored it. How bad can it be I thought? Thankfully my Little one was hungry bugger and proceeded to suck every 30 minutes for the rest of his life until my life descended in to one feed fest, wake up breast feed , sleep breast feed , toilet breast feed where did the day go? I guess I should be happy that I didn’t have problems with breastfeeding and my baby took to it like a fish out of water, because I have loads of friends whose babies didn’t take to breast feeding at all (before then I never knew that was possible I thought breast feeding support was a place women went to gossip). They went to all the classes followed all the instructions but nothing they just had to give up. The truth is that I consider them the lucky ones. So far you can express breast milk and give to your baby, your baby is still getting all the goodness and you get to skip the dreaded getting your baby to stop breastfeeding stage. Now my little one feels he owns my breast and takes every opportunity to stake his claim. Dare I accidentally show my breast and he is on it like lighting. He would reach for it and put it in his mouth, sometimes just for licks, a bite, pinch or whatever tickles his fancy. So now I much keep it hidden away for life. Even at night when I am sleeping if it accidentally slips out of my gown. He is at it in a flash. He just puts it in his month and falls asleep. My DH has concluded that it must have a smell that only he can smell. (Yes I co-sleep and you can judge me all you like but I am too tired to care)
Don’t be a B-t-h – You see all those mums you used to judge and roll your eyes at, yes those mums you couldn’t believe let their child cry in public, eat sand, not comb her hair or walk about naked. You are now that mum. People would judge you too, because children would not always do as you say. SIMPLE. No matter how much you plead, bribe and try to reason. Sometimes they don’t understand, they simply want to experiment and no matter what you say to them there is no reasoning with them.
Body Issues – Ah where do I start from, expanding waist lines, bigger shoe size, droopy breast, excess skin on the tummy, sadly sometimes your body never recovers. People would say if you only just exercise, eat right etc etc, my reply. If I only just had a nanny, a nutritionist, if I wasn’t so sleep deprived, if I didn’t have to go to work. If if if
Sleep is a luxury. FULL STOP. People say it gets better. THEY LIE. You just learn how to survive on as little sleep as possible without killing anyone.
Your relationship with your husband would change – Whether you like it or not your relationship with your husband would change as someone who is incapable of helping themselves takes first priority. You know you promised not to be like all those couples, you said you would make an effort. Well! welcome to the real world. You try to make an effort to the outside world. I wouldn’t go out with my hair not combed, no baby vomit on my dress, two left legs of shoes not acceptable etc etc. However when you get back home into your sanctuary hummmmmmmmmmm.
Sex – You can say goodbye to your fifty shades of grey days. Except you are having sex as an Olympic sport where you are aiming for a gold medal that kind of sex is a thing of the past say good bye to it. The good thing is that you would be too tired to miss it. You see having sex while listening out for the baby’s cries or with the baby monitor by your side listening to your baby breathing sort of takes all the “kinky fuckery” out of it.
Your relationship with your friends would change – Guess what you no longer have anything in common. You would stop getting invites to fun things you said you would never stop doing because you have cancelled about 100 times people would just assume you are too busy to come. And then you stop having a life. All you do is baby, work baby, maybe husband and more baby, then feel guilt that you don’t have enough time for baby (working mums syndrome)
Your relationship with your GP would change – Some days I feel like telling my GP : “you know I work, I too have a responsible job, I also have a master’s degree, I am not a numskull or a hypochondriac. Yes he was running temperature when I was in the waiting room but as soon as he saw you temperature disappeared. You should be happy you are a miracle worker instead of looking at me like I have lost my mind. Do you think a trip to the GP’s office is my idea of a fun day out?”
Google is not your friend – My mum once told me that it was the internet and I that were raising my child. Even the GP asks me if I have googled it. But you see google is so ambiguous. Your baby can end up being diagnosed with anything from cancer to food poisoning in 0.54 seconds and the treatments can range from do nothing to rush him to A and E. A simple search for “baby has” results in About 708,000,000 results in 0.54 seconds. And what mothers are searching for ….
You know how they tell you that once you see your baby you would love it soo much. What they neglect to tell you is with that love comes fear. The fear that you could totally mess this child up. The fear that you can’t protect it from every little thing. The responsibility that is all so consuming. The job description that has no retirement plan.
They say you can never understand the love of a mother until you have your own children. Now I understand and I know that no matter how much I try to explain this stuff. Until you have a kid you just won’t get it. I LOVE YOU MUM.