My sister’s boyfriend’s sister (convoluted connection I know) is due her first baby any day now and I was getting my brain picked for suggestions of really good presents for her and for the baby. Seemed like a good topic for another lovely ‘list’ blog post so here we go – some of my top picks for babies! (And not forgetting something for the new mums, here are some really excellent ideas just for them.)1 – Ewan the sleep sheep – A cuddly sheep that lights up with a soft red glow and plays a range of soothing heartbeat-themed white noise tracks. Not only has this been such a hit in our house that we have one for each child and The Boy still uses his, but the customer service is truly fabulous – speedy, helpful, good sense of humour! My number 1 top pick!
I love my floaty scarves. Not only have they been a fashion staple for me for many years, they also act as a sort of grown-up comfort blankie (as my real one, an old white muslin with a yellow trim, has mostly disintegrated and is now kept in a hallowed and secret place to be tenderly stroked in times of great crisis). Plus, teamed with a pair of sunnies you, too, can look like a celeb
Bearing in mind the extensive and punishing use I subject my scarves to, though, I would recommend stocking up on a wide selection and not spending very much money on them. Market stalls, Primark and supermarkets are the ideal scarf-purchasing venues. Happy shopping!
Don’t worry, despite the fact that The Man has been ear-bashing John Lewis’ customer-service for the last 45 minutes, today’s post isn’t another unexciting installment of the ongoing saga of the broken washing machine.
What I want to discuss is something that’s actually a little bit difficult to talk about, but I don’t think I can go on with my plans for this blog without explaining something about my recent past. Let me start by saying that both my children were planned and very much wanted. The Boy arrived as soon as we made room for him in our lives but our little girl kept us waiting. And waiting. And waiting. With a couple of false starts I was starting to wonder if we’d ever have a sibling for our boy, but then he turned round one day, poked me in the belly and said “Mummy got a baby in her tummy”.
Step 1 – get knocked up
Step 2 – grow that baby, and yourself, over nine months. Watch with pride as your belly swells to immense proportions (and horror as your backside and elsewhere does likewise). Try and stay active – just think how strong your legs will get doing your normal exercise but carrying all that extra weight!
Step 3 – get that baby out. How you do it is irrelevant to this exercise regime, but hopefully you’re able to walk not too long afterwards!
Despite having been born and brought up in the London suburbs I now live in a sunny little market town in leafy Oxfordshire and consider myself to be very much a country girl. As all good country girls know, to be truly a part of the community one has to be involved in some kind of voluntary activity, whether that’s an animal charity, the local preschool, the naice CofE church or, as in my case, a support group for new mothers in need of cake, company and the odd piece of advice.
Hurrah – The Mater has flown in on a half-term mission of mercy bringing food and changing nappies, Gods bless her. However this does mean I ought to be off, being sociable, or at the very least clearing out the airing cupboard or some other such useful, yet tedious task that I can only do when she’s here to entertain the troops. This being said I didn’t want to leave the blog untouched just as I am getting into the swing of things again, so I decided a quick list was in order. The following is a list of items that The Boy has placed (or attempted to place, before being noticed and stopped) in, on or over his sister’s face since she arrived in the family just two months ago: