Thursday 31 July 2008
No one wants to play
On Tuesday James and I saw Tara and Bebe, and while we were sitting at the coffee shop Bebe (she is 11 months old) started coming out with spots, looked like flea bites. During this time Bebe drank from James cup and then James drank too. She also played with his toys and being a baby she put them in her mouth. It turns out those spots were the Chicken Pox, so there is a good chance that James will develop them too. But now, before we see any of his friends I am prewarning mom that he could be carrying the Chicken Pox bug and tell them why.... the result? Everyone has cancelled our playdates.... oh well, we will just have fun playdates just the 3 of us at home.....
Monday 28 July 2008
Now the Trouble starts....
So, today like every other day, while I make up our bed I put James into his cot to play with his teddies, but today was different. Normally if I take too long he starts to scream and lately he has taken to head butting the end of the cot as he tries to crawl further, but not today. Today as I came around the turn there was this little, proud face smiling at me. He was standing in his cot, holding onto the side. James had managed to pull himself up into a standing position and was very proud of himself, as was I. I wanted to see him do it, so I put him back into his cot after a congratulations cuddle and watched how he pulled himself back up. But, when it came time to show his Daddy, he couldn't do it..... Babies always making you out to be a liar...lol.
So now, I think the trouble starts..... how long do I have until he starts walking?
So now, I think the trouble starts..... how long do I have until he starts walking?
Wednesday 23 July 2008
Bad Behaviour at Tesco's
Here is a laugh that I found on www.badmothersclub.co.uk:
For all the guys who ever get dragged round Tesco against their will and perhaps some of the girls, should try a few of these too - may liven thingsup. Proof of what can happen if a wife or girlfriend drags her husband or boyfriend along shopping.
This letter was recently sent by Tesco's HeadOffice to a customer in Wigan :
Dear Mrs. Cater, While we thank you for your valued custom and use of the Tesco Loyalty Card,the Manager of our store in Wigan is considering banning you and your family from shopping with us, unless your husband stops his antics. Below is a list of offences over the past few months all verified by our surveillance cameras:
1. June 15: Took 24 boxes of condoms and randomly put them in people'strolleys when they weren't looking.
2. July 2: Set all the alarm clocks in House Wares togo off at 5-minute intervals.
3. July 7: Made a trail of tomato juice on the floor leading to feminine products aisle.
4. July 19: Walked up to an employee and told her in an official tone, 'Code3' in House Wares..... and watched what happened.
5. August 14: Moved a 'CAUTION - WET FLOOR' sign to a carpeted area.
6. September 15: Set up a tent in the outdoor clothing department and told shoppers he'd invite them in if they would bring sausages and a Calor gasstove.
7. September 23: When the Deputy Manager asked if she could help him, he began to cry and asked, 'Why can't you people just leave me alone?'
8. October 4: Looked right into the security camera; used it as a mirror, picked his nose, and ate it.
9. November 10: While appearing to be choosing kitchen knives in the House Wares aisle asked an assistant if he knew where the antidepressants were situated.
10. December 3: Darted around the store suspiciously, loudly humming the theme tune from 'Mission Impossible'
11. December 6: In the kitchenware aisle, practiced the 'Madonna look' using different size funnels.
12. December 18: Hid in a clothing rack and when people browsed, yelled 'PICK ME, PICK ME!'
13. December 21: When an announcement came over the loud speaker, assumed the fetal position and screamed 'NO! NO! It's those voices again.'
And;
last, but not least:
14. December 23: Went into a fitting room, shut the door, waited a while; then yelled, very loudly, 'There is no toilet paper in here.'
For all the guys who ever get dragged round Tesco against their will and perhaps some of the girls, should try a few of these too - may liven thingsup. Proof of what can happen if a wife or girlfriend drags her husband or boyfriend along shopping.
This letter was recently sent by Tesco's HeadOffice to a customer in Wigan :
Dear Mrs. Cater, While we thank you for your valued custom and use of the Tesco Loyalty Card,the Manager of our store in Wigan is considering banning you and your family from shopping with us, unless your husband stops his antics. Below is a list of offences over the past few months all verified by our surveillance cameras:
1. June 15: Took 24 boxes of condoms and randomly put them in people'strolleys when they weren't looking.
2. July 2: Set all the alarm clocks in House Wares togo off at 5-minute intervals.
3. July 7: Made a trail of tomato juice on the floor leading to feminine products aisle.
4. July 19: Walked up to an employee and told her in an official tone, 'Code3' in House Wares..... and watched what happened.
5. August 14: Moved a 'CAUTION - WET FLOOR' sign to a carpeted area.
6. September 15: Set up a tent in the outdoor clothing department and told shoppers he'd invite them in if they would bring sausages and a Calor gasstove.
7. September 23: When the Deputy Manager asked if she could help him, he began to cry and asked, 'Why can't you people just leave me alone?'
8. October 4: Looked right into the security camera; used it as a mirror, picked his nose, and ate it.
9. November 10: While appearing to be choosing kitchen knives in the House Wares aisle asked an assistant if he knew where the antidepressants were situated.
10. December 3: Darted around the store suspiciously, loudly humming the theme tune from 'Mission Impossible'
11. December 6: In the kitchenware aisle, practiced the 'Madonna look' using different size funnels.
12. December 18: Hid in a clothing rack and when people browsed, yelled 'PICK ME, PICK ME!'
13. December 21: When an announcement came over the loud speaker, assumed the fetal position and screamed 'NO! NO! It's those voices again.'
And;
last, but not least:
14. December 23: Went into a fitting room, shut the door, waited a while; then yelled, very loudly, 'There is no toilet paper in here.'
Tuesday 22 July 2008
Congratulations!
This is an email I received today that I thought I should share:
CONGRATULATIONS TO ALL MY FRIENDS WHO WERE BORN IN THE 1920's, 30's 40's, 50's, 60's, 70's and 80's !
First, we survived being born to mothers who smoked and/or drank while they carried us and lived in houses made of asbestos.
They took aspirin, ate blue cheese, raw egg products, loads of bacon and processed meat, tuna from a can, and didn't get tested for diabetes or cervical cancer.
Then after that trauma, our baby cribs were covered with bright colored lead-based paints.
We had no childproof lids on medicine bottles, doors or cabinets and when we rode our bikes, we had no helmets or shoes, not to mention, the risks we took hitchhiking!!!
As children, we would ride in cars with no seat belts or air bags.
Riding in the back of a Bakkie on a warm day was always a special treat.
We drank water from the garden hose and NOT from a bottle. Take away food was limited to fish and chips, no pizza shops, McDonalds, KFC, Steers, Nandos. Even though all the shops closed at 6.00pm and didn't open on the weekends, somehow we didn't starve to death! We shared one soft drink with four friends, from one bottle and NO ONE actually died from this. We could collect old drink bottles and cash them in at the corner store and buy Chappies, Wilson 's Toffees, Wicks Bubble Gum and some crackers to blow up frogs with.
We ate cupcakes, white bread and real butter and drank soft drinks with sugar in it, but we weren't overweight because......
WE WERE ALWAYS OUTSIDE PLAYING!!
We would leave home in the morning and play all day, as long as we were back when the streetlights came on.
No one was able to reach us all day. And we were O.K.
We would spend hours building our go-carts out of scraps and then ride down the hill, only to find out we forgot the brakes. We built tree houses and cubby houses and played in river beds with matchbox cars.
We did not have Playstations, Nintendo's, X-boxes, no video games at all, no 99 channels on DSTV, no video tape movies, no surround sound, no mobile phones, no personal computers, no Internet or Internet chat rooms..........WE HAD FRIENDS and we went outside and found them!
We fell out of trees, got cut, broke bones and teeth and there were no Lawsuits from these accidents.
Only girls had pierced ears!
We ate worms and mud pies made from dirt, and the worms did not live in us forever.
You could only buy Easter Eggs and Hot Cross Buns at Easter time.......no really!
We were given pellet guns and catapults for our 10th birthdays!!
We rode bikes or walked to a friend's house and knocked on the door or rang the bell, or just yelled for them!
Mum didn't have to go to work to help dad make ends meet!
RUGBY and CRICKET had tryouts and not everyone made the team. Those who didn't had to learn to deal with disappointment. Imagine that!! Getting into the team was based on MERIT AND NOT DUE TO BLACKMAIL, THREATS AND GUILT FROM THE PAST..... strange but true!
Our teachers used to belt us with big sticks and leather staps and bully's always ruled the playground at school. The idea of a parent bailing us out if we broke the law was unheard of.
They actually sided with the law!
This generation has produced some of the best risk-takers, problem solvers and inventors ever!
The past 70 years have been an explosion of innovation and new ideas.
We had freedom, failure, success and responsibility, and we learned HOW TO
DEAL WITH IT ALL!
And YOU are one of them!
CONGRATULATIONS!
You might want to share this with others who have had the luck to grow up as kids, before the lawyers and the government regulated our lives for our own good.
(For my American friends, a bakkie is a pick up truck and Chappies are little bubblegums)
CONGRATULATIONS TO ALL MY FRIENDS WHO WERE BORN IN THE 1920's, 30's 40's, 50's, 60's, 70's and 80's !
First, we survived being born to mothers who smoked and/or drank while they carried us and lived in houses made of asbestos.
They took aspirin, ate blue cheese, raw egg products, loads of bacon and processed meat, tuna from a can, and didn't get tested for diabetes or cervical cancer.
Then after that trauma, our baby cribs were covered with bright colored lead-based paints.
We had no childproof lids on medicine bottles, doors or cabinets and when we rode our bikes, we had no helmets or shoes, not to mention, the risks we took hitchhiking!!!
As children, we would ride in cars with no seat belts or air bags.
Riding in the back of a Bakkie on a warm day was always a special treat.
We drank water from the garden hose and NOT from a bottle. Take away food was limited to fish and chips, no pizza shops, McDonalds, KFC, Steers, Nandos. Even though all the shops closed at 6.00pm and didn't open on the weekends, somehow we didn't starve to death! We shared one soft drink with four friends, from one bottle and NO ONE actually died from this. We could collect old drink bottles and cash them in at the corner store and buy Chappies, Wilson 's Toffees, Wicks Bubble Gum and some crackers to blow up frogs with.
We ate cupcakes, white bread and real butter and drank soft drinks with sugar in it, but we weren't overweight because......
WE WERE ALWAYS OUTSIDE PLAYING!!
We would leave home in the morning and play all day, as long as we were back when the streetlights came on.
No one was able to reach us all day. And we were O.K.
We would spend hours building our go-carts out of scraps and then ride down the hill, only to find out we forgot the brakes. We built tree houses and cubby houses and played in river beds with matchbox cars.
We did not have Playstations, Nintendo's, X-boxes, no video games at all, no 99 channels on DSTV, no video tape movies, no surround sound, no mobile phones, no personal computers, no Internet or Internet chat rooms..........WE HAD FRIENDS and we went outside and found them!
We fell out of trees, got cut, broke bones and teeth and there were no Lawsuits from these accidents.
Only girls had pierced ears!
We ate worms and mud pies made from dirt, and the worms did not live in us forever.
You could only buy Easter Eggs and Hot Cross Buns at Easter time.......no really!
We were given pellet guns and catapults for our 10th birthdays!!
We rode bikes or walked to a friend's house and knocked on the door or rang the bell, or just yelled for them!
Mum didn't have to go to work to help dad make ends meet!
RUGBY and CRICKET had tryouts and not everyone made the team. Those who didn't had to learn to deal with disappointment. Imagine that!! Getting into the team was based on MERIT AND NOT DUE TO BLACKMAIL, THREATS AND GUILT FROM THE PAST..... strange but true!
Our teachers used to belt us with big sticks and leather staps and bully's always ruled the playground at school. The idea of a parent bailing us out if we broke the law was unheard of.
They actually sided with the law!
This generation has produced some of the best risk-takers, problem solvers and inventors ever!
The past 70 years have been an explosion of innovation and new ideas.
We had freedom, failure, success and responsibility, and we learned HOW TO
DEAL WITH IT ALL!
And YOU are one of them!
CONGRATULATIONS!
You might want to share this with others who have had the luck to grow up as kids, before the lawyers and the government regulated our lives for our own good.
(For my American friends, a bakkie is a pick up truck and Chappies are little bubblegums)
Monday 21 July 2008
Protect Me Protect My Baby
Today is a day that we are going to remember for months. James and I went to our first protest. It was a protest called 'Protect me, protect my baby'. In the UK a new bill has been passed that it is illegal to ask a mom to stop breastfeeding her baby in public, if the baby is under 6 months old. We were protesting the fact that there is the 6 month limit, why? We should be able to feed our baby in public regardless of your babies age. No, I don't plan on breastfeeding James until he is 4 years old, but I do plan on breastfeeding him until he is a year old, at least. We left home at about 12 and went to the Bournemouth Gardens and met the other moms there, there were about 70 moms there when we arrived, and throughout the day I think that there must have been about 100 moms with babies that stopped by. Our protest was in the form of a picnic and there were moms, babies and buggies everywhere, people were stopping to stare and take photos. Even the Newspaper came out and took some group shots and interviewed some moms. James and I should be in the paper either tomorrow or Wednesday! Yay! Only 7 months old and has already made the news.
After the picnic protest we decided to take the bus home, well, the first bus that we got on broke down, so we all had to get out of the bus to get on the next one. The next bus that came everyone else got on, except James and I. The bus was full and where the buggie was suppose to go there were old people sitting and I don't like making old people stand, so we waited for the next bus. We got on the next bus and this "Bob Marley wannabee" was very taken up with James and he kept trying to talk to James and James kept smiling from me to Bob with a smile that said, 'Dude what are you on? Are you like a clown or something because there is something wrong with your hair'. We then drove past the bus that everyone else had climbed on because that bus had crashed into a car (not serious at all), and all those people from that bus then had to climb onto our bus. We then went to the library and renewed our books and then to Sainsburys. There is a cashier I try and avoid there because she never greets and never smiles, life is just too much for her, but today she was working the wide aisle till so I went to her, and found out that she is from Zimbabwe and lived in South Africa, so now she smiles and me and even said good bye! From there we went to Boots, where I bought James' nappies, and even though it wasn't advertised they were 2GBP cheaper than on the card in front of it. I bought a couple of other things, but noticed that I never received the double points that I was suppose to for buying Pampers, so I queried it, and the cashier added an extra 100 points (each point is worth a pence), I was only suppose to receive an extra 28 points, so for a purchase that came to 13.32GBP, I got 214 points.... yay!!!
So all in all, I think that we had one of our best days in a long time, and the sun was shining on us as well.....
After the picnic protest we decided to take the bus home, well, the first bus that we got on broke down, so we all had to get out of the bus to get on the next one. The next bus that came everyone else got on, except James and I. The bus was full and where the buggie was suppose to go there were old people sitting and I don't like making old people stand, so we waited for the next bus. We got on the next bus and this "Bob Marley wannabee" was very taken up with James and he kept trying to talk to James and James kept smiling from me to Bob with a smile that said, 'Dude what are you on? Are you like a clown or something because there is something wrong with your hair'. We then drove past the bus that everyone else had climbed on because that bus had crashed into a car (not serious at all), and all those people from that bus then had to climb onto our bus. We then went to the library and renewed our books and then to Sainsburys. There is a cashier I try and avoid there because she never greets and never smiles, life is just too much for her, but today she was working the wide aisle till so I went to her, and found out that she is from Zimbabwe and lived in South Africa, so now she smiles and me and even said good bye! From there we went to Boots, where I bought James' nappies, and even though it wasn't advertised they were 2GBP cheaper than on the card in front of it. I bought a couple of other things, but noticed that I never received the double points that I was suppose to for buying Pampers, so I queried it, and the cashier added an extra 100 points (each point is worth a pence), I was only suppose to receive an extra 28 points, so for a purchase that came to 13.32GBP, I got 214 points.... yay!!!
So all in all, I think that we had one of our best days in a long time, and the sun was shining on us as well.....
James getting ready to leave home and protest! 
James enjoyed his lunch at the protest
Mummies and Babies Everywhere!
This protesting is hard work......
James and I
After a hard day of protesting(This protest was going on throughout England, we went to the Bournemouth one)
Sunday 20 July 2008
This weekends lucky number is 7!
Yesterday Gareth turned 27 and today James was 7 months old! Yay! So, 7 was our lucky number this weekend. For fun, I compared the weeks/days that Gareth had been alive to the amount of weeks/days that James had been alive, so Gareth has been alive for 1409 weeks and James 30 weeks, Gareth has been alive for 9863 days and James 213 days. If you want to work out how many days, months or weeks old you are, go to www.timeanddate.com
My 7 month old!
My 27 year old!
Thursday 17 July 2008
Does the fairy exist?
I really, really, really want a cleaning fairy. I want one that will come into my house while I am sleeping and clean my kitchen. I am so sick of washing dishes, I just wash them and then they are dirty again........and wash them and they are dirty again.... and then I wash them and they are dirty again. I wish that one morning I could wake up and find that someone else has cleaned my kitchen.... I even bought Fairy Dishwashing liquid, I wonder if I rub the bottle if a she will appear?
Tuesday 15 July 2008
The Title was missing......
I forgot a title for my post below, again! Sorry. I think perhaps its because I never actually thought of one.
The school holidays are on their way and I am dreading it. Not because there are going to be kids all over the place getting up to no good, but because for some unknown reason most of my groups stop. I go to Baby groups, i.e. Under One's and Jolly Babies, but yet they stop for the school holidays. So, the only group that still runs is my Breastfeeding group.......its going to be a long few weeks, although the Children's Center will be having drop in's at the park and at the beach, and they are having a few Teddy Bear Picnics.... but still, it breaks our weekly routine.... oh well......you win some, you loose some and you go insane at others..... Watch this space!
Monday 14 July 2008
The Title was Thank Goodness for Tomy!
Oops, I forgot a title.... here it is.....
(And in case you did not realise it - that is not James in the pictures)
(And in case you did not realise it - that is not James in the pictures)
The solution this week to get James to sleep in his cot is this:
Its called the Tomy Moonlight Dreamshow. We bought it on Saturday for 10 quid and it has been worth every pence. It is voice activated so everytime James moans it switches on. It projects a slideshow of Winne The Pooh characters and bees and butterflies in the ceiling above the cot, it also has a gorgeous tune that sounds like you have just opened a jewellery box. It is very soothing. And James is happy to watch it and put himself back to sleep. He still needs a feed at around midnight and 5am, although the Health Visitor has told us that he should not need to feed at night, so last night I just did 10 minute feeds, tonight I will do 9 minute feeds and tomorrow night I will do a 8 minute feed, etc.
So this is what works for this week, hopefully it will last longer than that.... but he is a baby, so I know that it will just start working and then something will happen and mess it up.... oh well, Yay! for a weeks sleep, I even had 5 hours of uninterrupted sleep last night......
Its called the Tomy Moonlight Dreamshow. We bought it on Saturday for 10 quid and it has been worth every pence. It is voice activated so everytime James moans it switches on. It projects a slideshow of Winne The Pooh characters and bees and butterflies in the ceiling above the cot, it also has a gorgeous tune that sounds like you have just opened a jewellery box. It is very soothing. And James is happy to watch it and put himself back to sleep. He still needs a feed at around midnight and 5am, although the Health Visitor has told us that he should not need to feed at night, so last night I just did 10 minute feeds, tonight I will do 9 minute feeds and tomorrow night I will do a 8 minute feed, etc.
So this is what works for this week, hopefully it will last longer than that.... but he is a baby, so I know that it will just start working and then something will happen and mess it up.... oh well, Yay! for a weeks sleep, I even had 5 hours of uninterrupted sleep last night......
Thursday 10 July 2008
We have a Dada
James has said his first Dada. He first said it yesterday about 10 minutes before Gareth got home, and then actually said it to Gareth this morning while I was sleeping. And now he keeps saying Dadadadadadada. I know that he is calling everything that right now, but we are very excited. He is getting so big, he can sit unsupported, he is trying to crawl, he knows how to put his bum in the air and his legs under his torso, even how to put his arms up straight, but he can't do them all together, and now we have a Dada too..... soon he is going to be graduating university.....
Look Ma, no Hands!!!
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