Boys and their toys.

Well, it has been approximately 6 months since BF went out and bought a brand new motorbike without telling me. And, you know what? I'm over it. I think the catalyst was the fact that yesterday, BF took the theory part of his "big bike" (when I say big bike, I mean widow maker) test, and......... FAILED! the next one is booked for about a fortnights time thus delaying the inexorable approach of another expensive heap of metal in the garage. Oh yeah. I was a bit snapped for him to be honest, though, even though his driving is terrible, he's quite good at the theory part.

This is the bike he wants..... It's got Life Insurance written all over it.

Still, he has been quite a good boy over the last few weeks, so I have got him the Bestest Birthday Present Ever. Oh yes, it is great. The good thing is that it's transferrable to ME if he doesn't behave! Woop! (So, if you're reading this BF, even though I don't think you are, it is NOT the above bike. Soz.)

Baby Ballet with no babies in it.

Well, "Baby" Ballet on Saturday was a disaster. I must admit, I lied, saying HRH was 2, when she is in fact, three months shy of that particular landmark, but come on people! Don't advertise a class as suitable for 2 year olds when it's full of 4 year olds and the "teacher" (I use that term loosely) is a bossy cow who obviously has no interest in teaching anyone under the age of 15. Is it hard to be enthusiastic about something for an hour? Poor little things... Oh, and we were there mmmm..... about 5 minutes before the words "Fairy Princess" were mentioned. Sigh/vomit.

However, despit the fact HRH was obviously the youngest there by a mile, she still tried really hard to get in on the action, copying some of the other little girls and doing some ballet steps. She learned a new phrase "tippy-toes" which is really cute, so it wasn't too bad I guess.

It's off to the library next week for arts and crafts I think.

HRH is ill :-(

Boo...

HRH has got a rotten chest infection, and on top of that she has developed some sort of rash (not a heamorrghic one) that's ON HER FACE!

I didn't take her to Nursery Friday as she had such a dreadful night Thursday, and I had to take the day off work (annual leave) to look after her. We had a really quiet day and she had a lot of naps and coughed a lot of phlegm up. Mostly all over me. Yum...

Anyway, took her to see Dr. Charlatan (who didn't even listen to her chest before writing a prescription... seriously) who gave her some antibiotics, which seem to have perked her up a little. She even slept through the night last night. Amazing!

She seems much better now, so I'm really happy about that, as is BF since he got a terrible case of food poisoning from a pre-packed BLT Saturday night/Sunday morning and spent most of yesterday in bed or in the bathroom. Yuk.

Sooooooo, if she continues to get better at this rate, it's BALLET on Saturday I think. Hopefully she will enjoy it, and if not the first session is free anyway. I hope I don't come across any pushy mothers because I'm a bit of a straight talker, and a black eye wouldn't go down too well at work, methinks!

Baby jazz, baby?

Eugh. I have no idea what to do.

HRH obviously LOVES dancing, which is great, and I'd love to take her to dance lessons. The problem is... well, there's lots of them. It's not financial, or logistic, it just some times bothers me.

Baby Jazz...You know what I'm saying- 5 year olds in feathers and sequins, made up like employees of the local bordello wiggling like horny teenagers to the less than eloquent lyrics of the latest "R'n'B sensation" (read half naked woman/mysogynist) and being cheered on by random adults.

Yuck. But then, what about Ballet? Apart from the fact she's built like a shot putter, that should be ok, shouldn't it? But then, trying out a dance style that perhaps revolves a little too much around having a serious Rapunzel complex and could well lead to all sorts of problems later in life like bendy legs and sore toes is not a good idea.

That leaves Baby Tap. I think she might be bored by that and she makes enough noise by herself without adding metal shoes to the mix.

Am I worrying too much? Should I trust that the teachers at the dance school have at least some idea how parents might feel; or am I the only one? And can someone please tell me how to reply to comments left- Mummybear will think I am being terribly rude...

Sunny Day!

The sun is shining! I love it love it love it.

Plus, I found a lovely dress for the wedding- woohoo! The best part is that BF and I had a lovely day shopping as HRH was at Mummy's house. It was so lovely, and, lucky old me, we even got a couple of hours in bed that afternoon for some quality Mummy-Daddy time and a well deserved snooze.

Woop!

I am in such a good mood, I can't think of anything pithy or witty to say- I'll lay off the Seroxat for tomorrow and maybe I'll come up with something good.

Labour saving devices.

I have thought long and hard in the past about the devices invented to free the modern woman so she can spend less time in the kitchen and more time making herself beautiful for her husband's return from work, and how the roles of these devices themselves have changed over the last few years.

For instance-

Washing machines: invented so that washing your family clothing, bedding etc transformed from a back breaking all day tub-a-scrub-a-thon to a convenient switch-a-button-on activity. Beautiful. However, I find that the washing machine serves best as an improvised laundry basket for dirty clothes, being as the other three are full (two with clean washing, one with dirty washing- I'm not that scummy!)

Ironing boards: convenient for hanging your wet jeans on to dry out.

Ovens: temperature controlled, spacious and no more woodsmoke. Also ideal for hiding the 3 days worth of washing up in when "visitors" (mother) pop in unannounced. It's bad enough being in your pyjamas at 3pm, they don't need to see the mouldy plates as well.

Disposable nappies: no more soaking, washing, soaking and washing again for you, lady! Throw the troublesome terry cloth timewasters in the bin, and get yourself some 'sposies. Great for doubling up as mahusive breast pads for those leaky first few weeks. The amount of soap powder and water you use to clean the darn Terry things off cancels out the environmental advantage, so I've been told...

Cars: not only save your legs and your back from trekking by foot or pony for long distances, but also double as handy extra storage for bulk buys of non perishables, such as 2l bottles of diet coke, BOGOF washing powder, boxes of nappies and "spare" sets of clothes for your very own Royal Highness. Just be careful on the fuel consumption...

Tumble drier: extra useful as the 40 minute setting will blow the creases out of about 6 items of clothing if your jeans are still soaking the ironing board through. And Hollyoaks is on.

Earache!

Boo! I have earache! I am slightly worried it might be a recurrence of the Bell's Palsy I suffered from late last year, but hopefully it isn't. Mind you, me and BF seem to have been suffering from some sort of virus thingy over the last couple of days so maybe that's it. HRH seems fine though, apart from a hacking cough (which kept her up most of Sunday night and ended in us co-sleeping :-/) and the usual teething troubles.

I'm not quite sure who's giving whom the germs, but there's a healthy germ cycle in our household. You'd think that my immune system was ace, but it's not. Maybe I need to pump a couple of ounces off and stick it in my tea... Mmmmmmm....

Weddings, breastfeeding a toddler and clothes.

Yes, the above three are the main three things that are on my mind at this very minute, reasons as follows.

a) Weddings: a relative of mine is getting married very soon. I have no idea what to wear (see also c)

b) Breastfeeding a toddler: yes, I'm coming clean, HRH is 20 months old and still breastfed. It's gone past night weaning now, and we're into the "natural weaning" stage, which will invariably mean that she'll be stuck on me like a limpet until she's six. However, I'm ok with it (for now) and so is BF, which means that if anyone else isn't, it's just tough luck!

c) Clothes: as in severe lack of. I am not just working from a capsule wardrobe, more of a mini-tab. I should very much like to buy myself some new items, but considering that it looks as if I'm going to struggle to find a wedding outfit for April from Primarni, and might have to splash out a bit more, can I afford it? And will there be money for a Fifi left over?

This then, brings me to-

d) Disappointed: in myself for being preoccupied with such shallow and vacuous thoughts when I should be striving to provide my daughter with an example of acceptance, mindfulness and compassion.

But I really want some new clothes...