Thursday, 30 August 2012

Morning Routine

Momma, Momma, MOMMA, milkoo
LBL is awake
Bottle made, kettle on.
LBL quiet for 5 minutes.
Momma Momma its Time.
Pick LBL up, nappy changed.
Teeth cleaned, dressed. (me not him)
Momma, Momma, I'm awake.
I'm hungry, I'm Thirsty.
LBR is awake.
I want my Breakfast, I want a drink,
Don't you mean "please may I ?"
LBL  wont leave me alone.
Momma, Help me.
tired mother
LBR please get dressed.
LBL don't throw that!
LBR have you got dressed yet?
LBL I have told you not to throw that!
Momma I've spilt my drink,
Momma, LBL has thrown his breakfast on the floor.
Momma can I have another drink?
Momma LBL is feeding the dogs.
LBL please don't feed the dogs,
LBR eat your breakfast.
LBL please sit down.
Stop shouting!
Momma where is my sonic screwdriver?
Momma may I have a biscuit?
Momma watch this.
Momma play with me.
Please everyone can I have 5 minutes to drink my cup of tea?

Monday, 27 August 2012

Lighter Shades of Grey

The time is 5.30am and I sit here at my parents house, with LBR sitting on the sofa watching Ben 10. The boys didn't go down until 10.00 pm last night, so I am in for a very tired little boy today. (and a very tired Momma, who is already feeling a little Grey) He is awake because of the excitement of being here and the promise of taking apart a light that has broken. LBR and Grandad are going to try and fix it, which will involve deconstructing and then reconstructing. In LBR world, it doesn't get much better than that! Wires, screws, bolts, metal, the perfect combination.

Genetics is a funny old thing. "The Husband" used to do the same with his Grandfather. We have various bits around the house that they built together. LBR and Daddy will often have a discussion about how electric currents work on a circuit board and how sound and light travels. LBR is really interested in the mechanics of things. What is a tornado? How does it form? (cold air from Canada and warm air from Sth America, in case your interested. . .a fact I have just learnt!) How do the clouds form? What does a Tornado siren look like? How does it sound? What are the electrics in a siren?  All these questions I have absolutely no idea about and to be honest in all my years I have never given a moments thought. (believe me there are a lot of years!) So "You tube" and google have become my new best friends. . . There are also a lot of "ask your Father" in answer!

So for the 10th time this morning, LBR has asked "when will Grandad wake up?" the time is still only 6.40am. . .its going to be a long morning! 

Friday, 24 August 2012

The National Anthem Lullaby

As we walked home yesterday from the beach, LBL started singing, nothing unusual as he sings all the time. But it was his choice of song that was interesting.  The National Anthem. He knows all the words from start to finish. He heard it so many times over the Olympics that it has become a household favourite. Last night whilst singing his lullaby's at bed time, he asked me to sing "Queen" So I duly obliged and sang God Save The Queen to my 2 year Old whilst rocking him in my arms gently to sleep!

Photo: British national flag
British National Anthem

 I'm not a monarchist!


Wednesday, 22 August 2012

Writers Block, Wife, Mother, Domestic Slave.

I have writers block and have had it for the past 2 weeks.

Since starting this blog in May, I have really enjoyed the "Me Time" writing  has given me. Time where I think about the good and bad in my life, write about it and usually feel a darn site better than before I wrote it. A time away from the children (although I am usually writing about them) A time where I am not "Mummy" "Wife" "Domestic Slave", but a  thinking, breathing, human being and a whole entity all of my own.

So why the block? Their are a zillion boys clothes out there I could write about. I can't find inspiration. We have been on  trips to the New Forest, Bournemouth Beach, seen the fire works (I have written about them before) LBL is recovering well from his operation last week. LBR is being fabulous with him. The weather at last is great, hence the trips to the beach and yet no inspiration.

I have had great enjoyment in learning a new craft, namely New Media. How to write this blog. Tags, labels, search descriptions. How to promote it. Its been a long time since I learnt something new.  How does Google + and twitter link to the blog? A whole fabulous mind field. Yet I haven't so much as opened my twitter account and can't be bothered to even look at my google+. All the things I Loved!

I am writing this post to try and break the deadlock, hoping if I at least put pen to paper(well fingertips to keys) tomorrow, I will have inspiration and I will begin to get my creative juices pumping.

In the mean time, any ideas of what to do would be greatly appreciated!

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Friday, 17 August 2012

NHS, Adenoids and Fire Fighting!

Its been all quiet on here this week because LBL has been in hospital to have his adenoids out. Monday night, the night before the operation, I didn't sleep a wink. I know its a minor op, but I just stood looking at his little cherub face and was terrified.

Tuesday morning was a little stressful as LBL  didn't understand why he couldn't have his milk and why we were waking him up at 5.50am. The whole procedure went like clockwork. I wheeled him into theatre, with his lip quivering, but he wasn't crying. He just held my hand really, really tight(by this time my lip was quivering and I just wanted to pick him up and run away with him!) they put the gas mask on his face and 20 seconds later, he was asleep.

 It goes against all of your instincts as a parent, to leave your frightened child with a whole load of strangers who are going to hurt him. But he had had, 5 courses of antibiotics in the past 6 months so it had to be done.

3 hours after LBL operation 
After the op I went down to pick him up from theatre, as we went down I could hear crying, a lovely nurse was lying in his bed, with LBL in her arms just cuddling him. He was distraught for about another hour and a half and then he slept for two hours. He opened his eyes and you wouldn't know he had anything done. Children are amazing!

He is home safe and sound now. A little more tired than usual. Mummy on the other hand has found the whole experience really stressful!

Monday, 13 August 2012

Dr Who and the sonic screwdriver

I sit hear surrounded by Dr Who's. LBR has invited a friend over for a play date and for the past 3 hours they have been running around the house with sonic screwdrivers killing the baddies, namely Daleks, Cyber men and Weeping angels.

Dr Who Daleks

Last night I found myself running around the garden, calling for "Dr" as I was shooting the Daleks.( I was Amy, who apparently is Dr Who's side kick) LBR was "The Dr" and armed again with the sonic screwdriver, which apparently open doors, it can kill baddies, it can go through wood, (LBR words) it doesn’t get much better than that!

When I was a child (Tom Baker was my Dr Who. . .showing my age!) I never really got into it. I found it too scary and when I was old enough not to be scared, I lost interest. As a side bar, I used to date an old "Dr Who" ( a million years ago) We would constantly be interrupted having a drink or supper because of grown men asking for autographs, or telling him they loved him and on some occasions didn't like him (why bother to go up to someone to tell them that!) I digress. . .

As LBR has been really good over this holiday, we bought him the sonic screwdriver. How could a small bit of plastic with a light at the end of it, enlighten such an imagination. It has been worth the £20 (yes £20 for the cheapest bit of plastic) to see the hours and hours of entertainment it has given.

Dr Who Sonic Screwdriver

LBR is back on a play date with the other Dr  tomorrow.  I feel very sorry for the Dalecs!

Friday, 10 August 2012

Childhood. Time with Daddy

This is my first blog hop. I thought I would find a  worthy cause for my first attempt. I was asked to post a picture about childhood.

My boys are very lucky, they have a father, who not only loves them, but enjoys them. A father that  wants to do things with them, take them places, teach them, learn with them. I suspect like me, they will remember all the fun times they had with their Dad, they will be the treasured memories of their childhood.

This is part of a blog-hop organised by Patch of Puddles to highlight the plight of West African children who have been deprived by drought and poverty of such a childhood. The charity Worldvision has until 30th August to raise funds that will be matched £1 for £1 by the British government. Donations will provide food, sanitation, health services and long-term development programmes for destitute families. I tag cold tea and smelly nappies. and Helpful Mum to choose a photo(s) that they think sums up childhood to help spread the word. 

Monday, 6 August 2012

2 wolves inside us

I came across this whist stumbling around the net, so thought I would share it with you.

Boys School Shoes. Part 1

So if your organised, you will be starting to think about school shoes.  I have found a few pairs of school shoes at the cheaper end of the market.  I have had a look at Clarks(of course) and the only pair I like are the Raptomania junior, which starts at size 13. (LBR is a 11.5 H fit!) and costs £34. (so not as cheap as I hoped!)

Clarks School shoes:  Raptomania

They come in sizes 13-2.5 and fittings e-h.

If your budget is a little pushed this year, but your little one is still after "cool shoes" (LBR words) then what about these spiderman webby from Wynsors.

Spiderman Webby from Wynsors

They are retailing at £15.00 having been reduced from £20

Another reasonable priced school shoe are these Leather velcro shoe in Black from Shoe zone. They come in sizes 10 - 6. (no width fitting) and cost £12.99

shoezone Boys School Shoes

Thursday, 2 August 2012

Olympics, Lego & Dirty Laundry.

So we have all arrived home safe and sound and are glad to be home. LBR was hoping for rain, as he wanted to feel cold. (that has changed today as hes been freezing all day) The Lego is out, the dirty laundry is in the basket and the trampoline has been used all day. The house is full of noise and mess, but it doesn't matter how great a holiday you have had, you can't replace your first cup of tea and sleeping in your own bed.

We have had the Olympics on all day. My goodness, the Brits are the first to put ourselves down, but haven't we got a lot to shout about? Not just about how many medals we have won, but how great the organisation has been as well as how sporting and amazing the crowd has been. I feel very proud to be British!
Proud to be British

The girls are all safe in their respective homes after quite an interesting journey home. If you are a regular reader, you will know we gave the girls money for them to budget for the whole holiday. The whole time we were away, I reminded them they would need money for the return journey. Of course being 14 and 18 they knew better. Why would they need a drink or food for the 5 hour journey?  They would much rather go out the night before we left. We did feed them breakfast and lunch on the day we left.  They started "begging" about an hour after we arrived at the airport. We relented and brought them a drink, but were determined not to give in on the food front. We wanted them to learn a valuable lesson. We in the end had to really tell them off on the plane. They  continued to make such a fuss about how we were starving them and could they have any one of the boys provisions.(asking every 2 minutes)  By the time we arrived home they were nearly fainting with hunger! Poor loves!

So we all had cereal for supper this evening, (as that is what the boys wanted) and we now have returned to normality. Its great to be home.