June 2007
32 posts
The Framley Examiner →
best local newspaper ever… and it’s completely true and not made up or anything!
Why BBC why?
Me and Sprog like watching BBC Breakfast but almost every other day there is some story to beat up parents, the last few I can remember: Sleeping in the afternoon will make your kid thick Nursery will make your child aggressive Feeding pureed food will make your baby a fussy eater Not letting your kid out to play damages their well-being
Socks
Why do socks not stay on? More to the point why is it that I’ve just bought a bulk pack of socks that don’t stay on?! Now I have a load of stupid useless socks… gah!
“I never use Calpol”
– An insane person who clearly doesn’t value their ear-drums
Toy Story
Makeshift toys Sprog has played with in the last few days: Tupperware box filled with pasta Paper bag Tampax Orange juice bottle with a handful of tic-tacs in it
We have survived...
…a trip to Wales and a wedding. Sprog was on excellent form and was very good the whole time. He made it through a 7 hour car journey, a trip on a steam train, a wedding ceremony, seeing lots of new people and sleeping in a strange place. What a good baby!
Books are hard...
Husband showing picture book to Sprog… “Here’s a cat, and here’s a duck…and here’s a… um… uh… an octopus? Or is it a whale..?” Once we’d turned the book the right way up we realised it’s a sheep. Although it could be a ghost jumping out of a shrub with a flower on its head…
Today
I have a headache We’ve run out of tea-bags Estate agents and solicitors are phoning and writing to me Sprog is a bit tetchy I accidentally trod on the cat and made her wailTo summarise: Not best day ever
Pick up
Now I know why you’re not meant to leave clothes on the floor in a crumpled heap… Cat has been ’unwell’ in my trousers. I think it’s probably revenge for harbouring kittens.
Zzzzz
For today’s post you can just re-read the one from 14th June but add in a couple of kittens trying to make a nest in Husband’s beard at 1:30am…
Baby Dry
It really poured down today on the way home from town… Husband and I were soaked through, my jeans were stuck to my legs, my shoes were full of water, cars were splashing us but we were so wet it made no difference. Sprog was warm and cosy in his chariot being pushed through the torrent…
“I would probably just check it an hour before the auction ends, but no doubt you...”
– Husband on my eBay selling obsession
Diary of Self aged 29 and three quarters
0230: Sprog is awake... I try to ignore him and turn on my side
0300: Dummy reinserted several times and Sprog has been unsuccessfully put into 'sleep' mode
0315: Look at clock. Why is it 3:15 in the morning? Why is Sprog awake? So many questions
0330: Sprog has shuffled round the bed and is kicking me in the behind
0345: Give Sprog bottle, all drunk, feel guilty for ignoring him being hungry
0430: Sprog is still awake, Husband attempts to make him go to sleep
0445: Mission successful
0446: The birds are singing - loudly. Wish birds would shut up. Consider letting cat out.
0500: Still awake... thinking about mortgages...
0600: There is wriggling... attempt to make Sprog go back to sleep. Sprog resists but dozes off
0700: Sprog is awake, full of smiles, I am technically 'awake'
0730: Get coffee
0745: Sprog starts yawning
£5.14
The amount of loose change I collected while tidying the spare room…
“Once you’ve found your perfect pushchair don’t forget to...”
– Mothercare website
Sigh...
…today we looked at houses… how depressing. Apparently the average house here is 9 times the average salary. Stupid averages.
CatCam →
basically a camera attached to a cat’s collar to see what it gets up to all day…
“There’s not much in today…”
– Sainsbury’s bloke seeing me looking for treasures in the reduced food section two days running.
Mini-me?
This morning I woke up to see my own eyes looking back at me, followed by a big grin and a huge parp. No, Husband hasn’t put a mirror above the bed - it was Sprog smiling back at me. He has decided not to be a total clone of Husband but is starting to look a bit more like a mix of both of us. The parping is from Husband though, obviously…
Summer Burn '07 →
Remember making mix tapes by taping stuff off the radio? This is the great big mix CD swap… I did it last year and got some cool music (also some bad music but that’s what mix tapes are all about!)
Pick up put down
Argh… we are trying a sleep thing from The Baby Whisperer to try and get Sprog to go to sleep at night without needing to be rocked and sung to for what seems like hours. Last night was the first attempt - I lost count of the picking up and putting down but my back aches so it must have been loads. Result - an hour of crying (which we get anyway) then Sprog conked out…
You learn something every day....
Today I learned that when i plug my camera in to the pooter I can set it to automatically copy all the pictures to a certain folder. I guess it’s only taken me a few years of dragging and dropping to figure that out. Tsk.
Bib triumph!
It’s 3am… Sprog is soggy and hungry. After sogginess has been solved onto the feeding. “Ah-ha!” thinks my weary brain… “I shall put a bib on him so he doesn’t get covered in dribbly milk seeing as I’ve just changed his sleep suit” all goes to plan and I get ready to put Sprog back to bed… excellent, Smug Mummy. That’s when I...