Owies…
I have two very burned hands. Sob. And I can’t even ask for sympathy cos I’m the biggest thickest numpty on the planet. Butternut squash roasting nicely for ten minutes, time to add the leeks and carrots. Prep them, add to their own dish, go to add to oven, but shelves are in the wrong place and they won’t go. So I remove squash baking tray, place carefully on top of leeks/Carrots (with me so far?). Using tea towel instead of oven gloves I switch the shelves over, then casually loop the tea towel under the too-hot baking tray to protect my fingers… forgetting about the top of the baking tray. Sigh. Cue loud shriek, baking tray on floor, butternut squash rolling past, me leaping for cold water. I have two very pretty red shiny wrinkled...
Finally she sleeps…
she’s only been grizzling for two hours. Gah. Something tells me I’m in for another long night. You know, I’m damn sure that my order was for a baby who sleeps. NOt one who does the first 6mths sleeping 8hrs a night, and then spend the last 6 mths sleeping in segments… And how is it possible on baby number FOUR for me still to be doing the ‘is it teeth? Is it ears? maybe she has stomach ache?’ evening fret… You’d think I’d bloody well know what i was doing by now, wouldn’t you? Don’t mind me. I’m just a moany old no-sleeper. Mutter, mutter, moan, stomp… Tweet
Week 17
Busy few weeks. School holidays have launched themselves upon us again, pitted directly against C’s busiest time of year. We’ve been trying a balancing act, working like mad for a few days/nights a week, then takinga few days off with the boys to go do fun stuff. Has worked pretty well – except the house looks like a troll has moved in and rampaged with this years dirty laundry. Why is sorting the laundry always bottom of my to do pile? have taken myself in hand this week, having finally – FINALLY – found a little energy. The sickness is still occurring when I’m tired, I still can’t face any dairy except really strong cheddar, I still can’t manage more than two well-spaced-out very strong small cups of tea a day. I’m expanding, but not a...
There may be trouble…
ahe-e-e-ad… In the House of Mamafour.Baby plum has a new need. Strong cheddar sandwiches for lunch are no longer enough, apparently. No no no. Plum needs a stack of raw onion in there too.MMMmmmmm.There’s just one teensy problem with this though. It’s a little known factoid that for some reason, I am hugely sensitive to raw onion, and get horrendous onion breath from just one nibble. honest. the diced bits in a Big Mac are enough to set my breath a-stinking.Yesterday I did spoil myself with two enormous doorstops of cheese and onion. But of course the Head Honcho wasn’t home. He eyed me in a worried fashion when I told him last night about this lovely new sandwich I’ve discovered. Asked me if it was a real craving, in mildly concerned tones.Lunchtime...
just won't go away.
That feeling. Sore boobs. Soooo sore. Familiarly sore. Odd feelings too. But I had a massive period at the end of May. Scary big one. So no way i can be pregnant. If only the boobs would settle down. Tweet
Baby plum
Had a film night with the older two boys, all piled on the sofa together. They began talking about the baby, and No.1 was concerned that we were calling it ‘it’. ‘its our baby, it should have anice name, not just ‘it’. ‘Okay, what? Fred? Mungo?’ Both boys laughed. ‘No’ continued No.1 ’something nice, but not for a boy or a girl, cos we don’t know what it is yet. How about… Plum?’ (we had been looking at baby books last week to find out how big our baby was, and it was the size of a plum, a fact that he obviously liked!). ‘Plum’s great, I like it! Baby Plum!’ ‘Noooo!’ said Boy. ‘This is OUR baby, and its not going to be a plum, its going to be beautiful, and needs a beautiful name. Beautiful Sky.’ the 4 year old with the...
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