1 sleep to go - Link for the Day
With just one more sleep to go there is only one thing for me to share with you today:
http://www.noradsanta.org/en/index.html
Happy tracking!!
http://www.noradsanta.org/en/index.html
Happy tracking!!
3 sleeps to go - Photo for the Day
I have just been to the supermarket to do our shopping for the festive period. Holy sweet mother of JAYSUS what is going on? Is the world ending? Are we forecast more snow with a side order of hell and damnation?
I feel SO sorry for the poor people valiantly trying to stack the shelves which the plague of locusts were stripping with double the vigour. If that were my job I think by now I would simply have wheeled the dolly into roughly the right place and stood back.
Milk seemed a particular favourite. I saw one woman with 6, yes 6 big old bottles in her trolley. Lady if you are honestly going to get through that much moo juice before the expiry date, I would seriously consider asking Santa Claus for a cow!!
Also why do people who are clearly both off work decide that it is a good idea to drag their children to the shops with them? Do you not have the imagination to leave one of the adults at home, in the park or let's face it ANYWHERE more child friendly than a packed supermarket?
And don't say to them "I need you to be a big boy and be patient" because frankly that is NO motivation for a child to act older than his age. Hmm, my choice is not grow up and get what I want or act grown up and get ignored. Choices, choices. If you want a child to act grown up, make it the more appealing option!!
Anyway, it is all done now, and I can sit back and feel tranquil with my strangely psychic tea.
4 sleeps to go - Photo for the Day
Alfie 2, Christmas Decorations 0.
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Tuesday, 21 December 2010
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5 sleeps to go - Video for the Day
As my husband has already pointed out, we have had our fair share of snowy limitations over the last few days. I am at work right now (don't worry, I'm on lunch) looking nervously out of the window at the darkening cloud.
I blame whichever bright spark made disparaging comments about it never being white at Christmas. For SHAME people, don't you know by now that the fates don't take kindly to being called out on these things? Next time you want to say something that stupid, at least wait until I'm off on holiday!!
Alfie has also now had his first experience of snow, and he has decided he will pass thank you very much.
I was holding on my hip and talking to Keith in the garden yesterday when I felt the little man shaking violently. Looking round he was flapping his hand like he was trying to take off, and making an odd squawking noise, his hand absolutely covered in snow.
I warmed his hand back up by sticking it in my mouth for as long as he would let me. That wasn't long because that would have interfered with the epic sulk he had decided to indulge in.
How is a mystery, but he has developed a killer pout recently. If I find out one of those CBeebie things is responsible, I'll be down there with a shotgun before you can say Waybaloo.
Anyway, apropos of nothing, my techy side saw this and thought it was quite funny, so I decided to share.
I blame whichever bright spark made disparaging comments about it never being white at Christmas. For SHAME people, don't you know by now that the fates don't take kindly to being called out on these things? Next time you want to say something that stupid, at least wait until I'm off on holiday!!
Alfie has also now had his first experience of snow, and he has decided he will pass thank you very much.
I was holding on my hip and talking to Keith in the garden yesterday when I felt the little man shaking violently. Looking round he was flapping his hand like he was trying to take off, and making an odd squawking noise, his hand absolutely covered in snow.
I warmed his hand back up by sticking it in my mouth for as long as he would let me. That wasn't long because that would have interfered with the epic sulk he had decided to indulge in.
How is a mystery, but he has developed a killer pout recently. If I find out one of those CBeebie things is responsible, I'll be down there with a shotgun before you can say Waybaloo.
Anyway, apropos of nothing, my techy side saw this and thought it was quite funny, so I decided to share.
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Thursday, 16 December 2010
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10 sleeps to go - Photo(s) for the Day
Please do not adjust your sets, this is not a new breed of hamster, it is just my son with a piece of gingerbread.
Keith has taken to making batch after batch of the stuff in some kind of weird experiment in feeding me up and it turns out that Alfie's egg issues have either been outgrown or else he has just once again invoked the Power of Stubborn (TM) to overcome eggy effects in order to devour star after biscuity star.
There can only be one caption for these photos - and connoisseurs of the show Friends will know exactly the tone in which this is said - ALFIE DOESN'T SHARE FOOD!!!
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Wednesday, 15 December 2010
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11 sleeps to go - Photo(s) for the Day
I'm feeling very sorry for myself at the moment. I've had one cold after another and the current one made me sleep until midday yesterday, which is unheard of for me.
Luckily my mum had been staying with us for a long weekend (and spoiling us all rotten!!) so I could lay in bed and listen to the amazing sounds of her and Alfie playing together in his room.
I loved having mum over, and even if she hadn't have filled the fridge, cleaned the house and bought us a ton of Christmas pressies I would still have loved having her up because it's in the reflection of those people who don't see him every day that I really see the differences in him.
This Father Alfie-mas is something Keith's mum bought him last year.
Hanging it on the tree made me think about everything that has happened in the last year - the family who are still with us, and the friends who are not - and how fast it has gone. Is it always like this when you have children? Does time always vanish in a hail of everyday miracles?
This is another new tree ornament courtesy of my mum. This year we can't all be together on Christmas day, but if we manage to find somewhere snowy to go away to next year (Keith's current dream) this will definitely make the cut of "travel decorations"
Luckily my mum had been staying with us for a long weekend (and spoiling us all rotten!!) so I could lay in bed and listen to the amazing sounds of her and Alfie playing together in his room.
I loved having mum over, and even if she hadn't have filled the fridge, cleaned the house and bought us a ton of Christmas pressies I would still have loved having her up because it's in the reflection of those people who don't see him every day that I really see the differences in him.
This Father Alfie-mas is something Keith's mum bought him last year.
This is another new tree ornament courtesy of my mum. This year we can't all be together on Christmas day, but if we manage to find somewhere snowy to go away to next year (Keith's current dream) this will definitely make the cut of "travel decorations"
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And in case you were wondering if there had been an accident, or a spot of ritual massacre take place in the house, the splatter on the wall is from where Keith decided it was fine to blow out the advent candle, the RED advent candle without putting his hand behind it. Ho frickin ho.
Thursday, 9 December 2010
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16 sleeps to go - Photo for the Day
This is a section of our mantelpiece. Leading the charge this year in personalised Alfie gifts is Nana Jan with his very own Christmas card. If I can find it amongst the other baubles, I might post a photo of his Father Alfie-mas.
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Doesn't Everyone Have Fish In Their Bath
I had one of those texts the other day. By that I mean a text from home that make me choke on my tea until I either cough and splutter all over my monitor or risk it escaping via my nostrils.
Aside: This actually happened to my little sister Ammie once. We were late for my school coach and mum was speed feeding her runny Ready Brek when she announced she was going to be sick. My mum slapped her hand over her mouth to buy her enough time to find something for her to be sick in and next thing you know? Two jets of Ready Brek out the nostrils.
So anyway, this text read something like
"Don't put any dirty washing in the bath tub, there's a fish in it"
I know, it's hard to know where to start with a text like that, isn't it?
Anyway, this is Nancy The Not Shubunkin. I bought her, and the now deceased Sid, about 5 years ago when they were mere fry and she is having to seek refuge in the bath because the pond is just too cold for her to survive.
Apparently the story of her rescue is a dramatic one, involving Keith smashing through ice, and carrying her back to the house, all hope lost, and her gills moving just in time to stop her becoming sashimi. Sometimes I worry that Keith needs a little more adult company in his life.
I'm actually considering making her a permanent feature, there is something amazing calming about watching her swim around when you are brushing your teeth in the morning.
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Wednesday, 8 December 2010
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Countdown to Christmas
This isn't Alfie's first Christmas - not strictly speaking - but it is the first Christmas he will be aware of. He was only weeks old last year, and while we had fun in Gib with the family, Alfie wasn't really a part of that fun, it just sort of happened around him while he got used to how digestion works.
He's part of things this year though, more than that, this year he's in the driving seat and we're just hapless passengers with the map upside down.
Actually it's worse than that, I'm the one with the map upside down looking up occasionally in the hope of seeing a sign I recognise, Keith is the one in the back seat bouncing around like a sugar crazed toddler screaming "ARE WE THERE YET?!?!"
Pity me people, pity the fact that I live with two people so excited, I'm scared to make sudden movements in case it triggers an accident requiring the use of a mop and disinfectant. Keith is excited about Christmas (understatement of the century) and Alfie is excited because his daddy is excited:
Also because he loves chocolate.
He's part of things this year though, more than that, this year he's in the driving seat and we're just hapless passengers with the map upside down.
Actually it's worse than that, I'm the one with the map upside down looking up occasionally in the hope of seeing a sign I recognise, Keith is the one in the back seat bouncing around like a sugar crazed toddler screaming "ARE WE THERE YET?!?!"
Pity me people, pity the fact that I live with two people so excited, I'm scared to make sudden movements in case it triggers an accident requiring the use of a mop and disinfectant. Keith is excited about Christmas (understatement of the century) and Alfie is excited because his daddy is excited:
Also because he loves chocolate.
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Friday, 3 December 2010
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The Utter Misery Of A Day Trip To France
Dear Universe,
I am writing to let you know that I am now fully aware of your views on day trips to France, and to apologise for making you go to such lengths to prove your point.
I recognise now that when my train runs out of electricity at Canterbury due to frozen tracks, I should perhaps take it as an early warning shot.
I must admit I thought it was a little harsh trapping my husband and son on the M25 for 10 hours in the snow. I don’t think anyone alive deserves to be faced with that length of wait to be allowed to soar majestically over the Dartford Crossing. I am especially peeved that after being trapped in traffic hell for that length of time, Keith was made to pay for the privilege. Most people would not consider that good value for money.
In view of the long wait - during which both my husband and I flattened our phone batteries with no way of charging them thereby causing me no end of nervous trauma - I’m not entirely sure it was also necessary to make my son spring to life on arrival at the hotel when we had a mere 4 hours of our night left. I love my son dearly, but yes I would gladly have shoved him head first into the snow when he insisted on playing for 3 of our 4 available hours and screeching for the small amount of time that remained.
I also considered it a personal slight to send us GALE FORCE WINDS on the ferry crossing knowing, as of course you do, that I get horrendously sea sick and that Keith had forgotten to pack my travel sickness tablets.
Giving you the benefit of the doubt, I will assume that my son screaming his head off for the WHOLE ENTIRE DAY was an unintended by product of his lack of sleep and not another ploy on your part, but regardless, it had the intended effect of us not being able to get any meaningful shopping done. So thank you for that valuable lesson in thrift.
Clearly, it was far better for Keith and I to eat lunch in shifts while the other tried to comfort our young son, as it would have been entirely inappropriate for us to sit down to enjoy lunch as a family as we had intended. Again a valuable lesson learned.
Oh and the looks on the faces of the supermarket workers when I asked for Calpol was a masterful touch. My status as Bad Mother (TM) has now slickly gone international which I personally think is a highlight of my year. As is the knowledge that French supermarkets don’t condone the wholesale drugging of children.
Be assured that in future I will greet any excited appeals from my husband have a “fun day” Christmas shopping in France with scorn and possible physical abuse and once again, I thank you for this valuable life lesson.
Love and kisses
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