Pushchair dilemma

Ive probably just experienced most of the reasons why I should have got a double buggy. But no I thought was being cheap and wise by buying a pram that easily converted from carrycot to seat unit (my3) with a bughy board and baby bjorn. Until today I was cheap and wise. Today I was just cheap! Lovely day at my mamas, followed by walk to bus stop to go home, isla in pram, flynn on board, rather loaded pram. Get to bus stop, stupidly long wait, so flynn naps on my shoulder whilst perched on my hip. All good until I get on said bus trying to look all pro like im some sort of muscle woman. Im pretty sure I failed miserably.  Some lovely lady must have seen the sheer worry in my face at the thought of getting off the bus and helped me off the bus which was AMAZING! But god did my arm die from the 2min walk from bus stop to home!

This has never happened before, so a double buggy has never been in the question. But do I need one now just because of this one incident?  Flynn is nearly 3. And I am a bit of a buggy whore (5 of the buggers). Im taking a very good guess at saying Lee will laugh in my face. Hard. At me mentioning a new pram, let alone a preloved one! Hm I can look in the mean time. Watch this space pram lovers.

Chicken pox and what not

Chicken pox is exactly what's been floating round our house this week! My poor flynno is COVERED in the things. Monday it started off very calmly and I felt so sorry for him then, by Thursday the poor thing was in tears for "more mediton cweam" to sooth the ithces, my heart sank with the cries!

Im no expert on the pox so this is when the trusty internet mamas work their magic..we've had oat baths, bicarbonate of soda baths, lots of calpol and tons of calamine lotion. I've decided to chuck a little list together for you mama's who's bambinos have the pox..

- chicken pox is caught by coughs and sneezes, it usually takes 7-21 days for the spots to appear and is most infectious 2-3 days before the spots come out
- calamine is a obvious one and everyone knows about it for the pox but it really is a life saver and lovely and soothing when put in the fridge! Flynn calls it his "mediton cweam"
- oats put into a stocking or cut up tights in the bath sounded crazy to me but the results were lovely soft and soothed skin (me and flynn!) The oat stocking was lovely to rub all over to wash him with rather than a rough flannel
- bicarbonate of soda in the bath also relieves the itch, that pesky bloody itch that wont go away and makes both mama and baby miserable,  soothing baths save the day!
- piriton was another one recommended, haven't tried this as yet but definitely a winner
- loose clothing and not alot as it seemed flynn was more irritated when he got hot. His wardrobe has resembled that of a clown in pyjamas this week!
- when applying the calamine lotion he would complain it hurt, I in turn told him it was just cold and he would stop crying. Sometimes you have to be cruel to be kind eh
- the spots start off slow and look like tiny little blisters, but dont be fooled, they spread like wild fire EVERYWHERE! Ears, eyes, armpits, bums, scalps, fingers and toes! They soon start to dry up and look less painful but are still itchy
- keep finger nails short, definitely more painful if they catch spots with sharp nails!

Hopefully that helps for you mama's who have run out of ideas for soothing their bambinos with the pox..they definitely helped me and flynn!

Now im just waiting for Isla to catch them..oh sweet jesus!

Getting fit

It seems that I am starting most peoples new years resolutions in April. Having a tiny baby and troublesome toddler doesn't really give you much time to focus on anything else other then them. And I was totally content doing that for the first 3 months. Now we're in a bit of a routine (I think?)  I've dusted off the old trainers and endulged in some new work out clobber in an effort to get fit. This belly is checking out. But seeing as I'm still breastfeeding and plan to for a bit longer I'm not exactly dieting,  just easting more fruit and veggies and trying to glug aqua like it's going out of fashion. 

So Thursday consisted of a starter run of jogging for 60 seconds, walking for 90 seconds, 8 times. Not as bad as I thought it was going to be bitni syked myself up all day and promised myself it woild happen.  I even wore my trainers all day to get me in the mood. Then the snow came and I started to panic. I wanted to run not kill myself! As soon as Lee got home on went the work out bra and off I went. I even saw some fellow runners and gave them thd 'well done you' nod. After all runners world website did say I was a runner even after the first run!

Next is spinning on Sunday morning. Now this I know this will kill me but I will stick at it. I will, I will, I DEFINITELY will! If in a weeks times I change my tune then I will be looking for some major motivation and a kick up the backside! Lee's already gone all Richard Callender on my ass.

Im off to search my inner school girl and buy a skipping rope for the days in between runs and spinning class. Watch this space...

Old!

Now I am far from old, being only 23! But this Easter weekend I ventured out to paint the town red for a friends birthday and jeez did I feel out of place!

Now it's been a fair few months since I got me glad rags on. Just over a year! And I haven't really had a drink at all in that time. So I was a little nervous. And the fact I had to feed Isla the next day was playing on my mind a lot and holding me back.

But as soon as I was all scrubbed, tanned and heels on I didn't feel too bad. I felt like the old me again. And we got there and it was great to see all my lovelies all dressed up and me not covered in baby vom. But then it was the tackles to the bar and loo with all the teeny boppers about! All the snogging! All the looks you get for walking through them! Oh god I felt about 80!

Bumping into people I haven't seen for a very long time and saying what I've been up to and how I have 2 kids now, I felt very boring! I'm even rolling my own eyes at myself for saying that. But really I did.

I wasn't the only one that felt a bit odd and out of place, one other of my friends (who doesn't have kidlets) said she felt weird being out and didn't really know what to do. Our solution..get the tequilas down our necks, some more vino and we were dancing with the rest of em. If you can't beat em, join em!

I didn't make it past 2am and didn't make a fool out of myself like I used to but it was so good to get out and be me again, not just a mama!

Sunday was a struggle with a bit of a sore head but a very bloody good lunch out  in the sticks, in the sunshine sorted me right out! 

And being home with the kids and Lee again made me realise I'm not just a boring mum. Just that I've got a brilliant job.

 

My Beauts

 

27 Days

These past 27 days have mainly been me trying to keep this ruddy house tidy (near impossible most days), trying to control the terror that my lovely first born is becoming, waving bye to loved ones, keeping bugs and infections away and catching up on A LOT of lost shut eye.

I've been a bit lost for inspiration and time for post's. I've been catching up on some on my favourite blogs, like More That Toast, I'm Only Saying What You're Thinking & oh! you pretty things on a daily bases and they give me the oomph the write but then I loose it. And then a month has passed and I still haven't written anything.

To be honest I haven't exactly pushed the blog for readers, it's mainly just for me to off load and if someone reads then I'm happy. I'm a bit scared that if I do push for readers then I still won't get any or people will find me boring. Silly? I think so.

So instead of trying to rack my baby shrivelled brains for a stupidly long post about what we've been doing over the past 27 days, I'll show you in true instagram stylee. And in the mean time I'll give my inner blogging self a kick up the ass and tell her to snap out of this silly mood.

 

 Found some old pictures of the boy as a little chub...the quiet days before little shit syndrome set in!

 

 

What I do most days

 

 

 

A rare moment when these kidlets sleep at the same time!

 

3 months old to the hr! STOP GROWING!

 

 

Breast feeding 3 months on..

To say that I'm proud of Isla and I for feeding for 3 solid months would be a major under statement! I never dreamt we would make it this far, it was hard work to start with and it hurt so bad but I kept telling my self 'it will get better' and it has!

I've been reflecting alot over the past few weeks about how mine and Flynn's feeding experiance was and how different mine and Isla's has turn out.

Flynn was breastfed for 10 painful days, and then I exclusivly expressed my milk for him for about 4 months after that, It turned out too much for me, I felt like if i wasnt giving him a bottle I was expressing and it run me down. I admitted 'defeat' (in my eyes) gave him the last of the breast milk i had left over, switched to formula, and went to the Dr's for PND. I felt like a massive failiure that I didn't have the strength to feed my own baby what the health care professionals say is best!

Looking back now I was SO hard on myself! I did what I could as a first time mum who had no idea what she was doing! And Flynn hasn't been affected for not being breast fed for the first 6 months of his life! What affect could he possibly have!? None.

However..I dont doubt or have a problem with formula. You have to do what you have to do to have a heathy & happy mama and baby.

Breast feeding could not be easier this time round..reason being - I knew what not to do.
* Don't hold back on feelings, if it hurts or you feel a bit lost with it all, seek help. Health visitors & breast feeding consultants are there to help and they work wonders.
* Use Lansinoh. It's a miricle in a tube. After two tubes, my poor sore nips were back to normal health. Expensive at £10 but SO worth it!
* It does definatley 100% get easier. You don't hear this enough! People say it but dont stress it enough. I read a few times that after 12 weeks you'll be a breast feeding pro. I thought what utter bull shit, IT HURTS! But it really does happen.

If things turned out like they did with Flynn I would have switched to formula sooner and not been so hard on myself and just been proud of however long we lasted. I only choose breast over bottle because it's so much easier. No washing, no sterilising, no faffing at 3am.
Such a lovely feeling to put a wide awake baby down and come back to see this..

*This was not a sponsored post just my own thoughts.

Busy

Busy mad week. Some good bits, some bad bits. Mainly involved me shouting at flynn ALOT! The child just does not listen, so I have to repeat my message to him several times, voice getting louder each time. I then feel guilty for shouting and telling off. I seem to be the only one who tells him off. I always say to myself "pick your battles well with flynn" other wise I end up telling him off non stop but I seem to be telling him off non stop anyway. Infuriating.

People like to turn up at my door unannounced, which is ok, i dont mind company. But sometimes a little heads up wouldnt go a miss. I do have two young things to look after so clothes and makeup dont really happen. So when people just turn up it makes me feel pretty shit as I look a mess and probably havnt brushed my teeth. Not nice. They also turn up at really good times like when im trying to get flynn to sleep or have my boobs out. Again, very fucking annoying. Like I said I dont mind company. Sometimes.

Good point is he started nursery on Wednesday. We only went to see it on Tuesday but they had spaces and he played so nicely for the short time we were there on the Tuesday that she said he could start straight away. Dropped him off the next day and he could not wait to get through those doors. Not even a hug. Not even a goodbye! The little shit didnt even realise I had gone. No tears. No looking back. Two and a half years ive nurtured that boy and he didnt even realise I was gone!

So to end this week nicely I indulged in a bloody amazing massage and some reflexology to 'balance my hormones'. Heres to a happier me.