I am a ticket snob

I didn’t get tickets in the first five rows *cries* *screams* Stamps feet* Now I’ll go and rant that it’s not fair, why did other people get good seats and I didn’t?

No I’m not talking about me ... firstly because I am not a ticket snob. I’d genuinely be happy just to be there having fun with a friend regardless of where I’m sitting. Secondly because I got flippin brilliant seats for the first time ever. Third row to be exact...although that wouldn’t be good enough for some of you would it? Front row or nothing.

Some fans ever get offer what I would class as brilliant tickets, but nope they’ll try again to get even better tickets. When will these people ever be truly happy?

It really grates me that certain fans can’t just be happy for people who got good tickets, surely it’s a good thing that the tickets have gone to a fan and not a tout. Even better if it’s someone who’s never been lucky enough to get seats near the front before, but no people are just bitter and begrudging. Would it really hurt that much to say congratulations you’ll love being that close and then settle for tickets slightly further away. Ultimately it’s about the buzz, the excitement and the music – not who can get the best pictures, or get the most attention from one of the guys. At least that’s what it is about for ‘normal’ fans’

Some fan won’t be able to go, whether it because of other commitments or that they might not have the money to go. They’d give anything to be there and happily sit in the gods, so why can’t other people be happy there. Perhaps because they’ve been spoilt previous years by constantly getting seats in the first rows. Perhaps because to them it’s not longer about the music. Whatever the reason I personally think you are all selfish, egotistical people.

Shoot me down if you want, but it’s my opinion and we’re all allowed an opinion.

Dreaming of faraway places...

It’s my three year wedding anniversary next month and we’ve been spoilt for the last two by being on holiday, and our anniversaries before then we liked to try and get away for the night too. It’s making me really want to go away for this one to. The husband told me to find a cheap hotel not to far away and we might (I believe that to be a big might) be able to go away. Problem is I can’t think of anywhere in England that I’m drawn to, never mind somewhere that’s close enough to drive to and still make a day out of it.

Ask me to name places in Europe though and I could list a string of them, but no where I’ll be going this year for a number of reasons.

Paris – the city of romance. Everything about the city is appealing and enchanting to me, and one day I will make it there. I want to climb the Eiffel tower, take in the views of the city from above. Sit in a cafe drinking coffee (I don’t even like coffee that much) watching the world go by. There are to many places to mind, never mind visit but I want to see them all.

Venice – the city of love. I want to glide through the city’s water, with a singing gondolier – forget about cars and speed and spend leisurely days in the city. Wander the quaint streets, eating sea food in small restaurants. Take in the feel of the city during downtime, in between the rush of tourists and cruise ships. See Venice in its true glory.

Rome – the city of love and history. I went once on a school trip, the Vatican is amazing, the colosseum is fascinating. I want to wander the city, taking in the buzz. Sit at a small table outside a cafe, watching the traffic whizz by while eating their famous ice cream. I’ve been told by a reliable source that Italians not only make amazing pizza’s but Ice cream to die for.

I also want to visit Prague, Amsterdam, Barcelona, Budapest. I am sure there are more but I’m getting tired and my brain is refusing to think. There are also two cities that I would love to go back to: Dublin – I fell in love the first time I went, and was my favourite city for a long time. Edinburgh – Even more amazing than Dublin, and I have to confess it’s taken the top spot. I visit in the snow, wrapped up in lots of clothes, freezing but nothing could dampen the spirit of the city.

That’s definitely enough to be dreaming about anyway, one day I’ll visit some of them. One day when I’m old and gray and the kids have grown up and left home. I dream of travelling to these cities, but I’m happy to put my travelling dreams on hold while I fulfil my biggest dream of being a Mummy. Someone said to be all cities are the same anyway, and I think part of that is true. They all have their own quirks, but a city is still a city.

Do we take too much for granted?

It’s so easy to take things for granted, we all do it. It is all too easy to forget how lucky we are, that we should be thankful for everything we have. Perhaps we all just get too carried about with the details of our own lives? Surely our own problems are the worst, our jobs are the most tiring, it’s our dreams that are not coming true. No one elses problems can we worse than ours right?

Maybe we all need to take a step back and place ourselves in someone else’s life for a day. So your job is tiring and difficult but at least you have one right? You don’t have the latest phone, clothes whatever but it’s only a material object... how important is it truly?

It easy to moan about the small things, I am guilty of it. There are days when I feel like nothing is going my way, everything in the world is against me but then I take a step back and look at it from a different light. Something I never used to be able to do, something that was hard to learn but a skill that’s worthwhile. I step back and look at everything I have, my health, my own house (albeit with a huge mortgage), a husband who loves me and I love back. A small boy who is the centre of my world and another little boy on the way, both who make me smile at least once a day. So I may not have my dream car, I may not have enough money to do all the things I’d like – things might be hard at times, but I’d never swap my life for anyone else’s. I’ve worked hard to get where I am, to build a family life that I am proud of. I’m proud of my life...and if I don’t like something then it’s my responsibility to change it. No one else can.

So I just think we all need to take a step back at times, when you think things are bad and look at it with a fresh pair of eyes. Or look at someone else’s life and realise that you’re life isn’t that bad after all. Some people are ill, some don’t have a home and others don’t have even the basic of things such as clean water. Yet they are more grateful than we are... perhaps we have to much, perhaps we’ve never known anything truly difficult so we find it harder to appreciate the smaller things?

I don’t have the answers, and I don’t even know what he point of this blog was... but I was just thinking and felt the need to write it down.

How can people do it?

A guy who lived a couple of doors down from us got kicked out of his house – or at least we believe that is what happened. His things were on the street and we never saw him again but he left his cat behind. A beautiful ginger cat, so friendly – loves coming over for a bit of a fuss. The cat has been hanging around his old house for weeks now and in all honesty I never really took any notice of it before. This evening when I got home from work though it followed me to the door, and I noticed how thing it had got. So hunted out some tuna and the poor little kitty wolfed it down – so off the shop I went and came back with cat biscuits. It nearly knocked the everywhere in its hurry to get more food. He (I have no clue if it’s a he or a she) ate the food, then wandered back to his old house and curled up for a sleep on the doorstep.

If I didn’t have my doggy I’d have let the cat in and adopted him, but I have no idea how they would react to each other. Or how it’d be with Joshua. Poor ickle kitty, I’m going to feed him for the next few days with the food I bought while we decide what to do with him.

Maybe I’m just too soft, but Ant was just as bad stood outside stroking the cat. He
even suggested letting him in but only in the dining room!

Looks a bit like this – but skinnier!



What shall I call it?

It’s a brother thing...

I know I talked about Supernatural before, but there are another set of brothers who I’m totally in love with the Salvatore brothers. For those who haven’t heard of them they are from the T.v show The Vampire Diaries... I’m addicted to the programme. My Saturday I watch an episode of that followed by an episode of Supernatural. Two hours of extremely sexy brothers...what more could a girl want?



I mean just look at them...aren’t they gorgeous? Stephen the one at the front is the good Vampire, doesn’t drink human blood. Whereas Damon is the bad brother...bit evil, drinks human blood mostly thinks about himself. I wasn’t struck on Damon at first...but dam I love him now, think it’s probably something about him being a bit of a bad boy. Although I do love Stephan to, even with my weakness for bad boys I can’t help but love the good guy.
Maybe I just have a weakness for brothers... but then who wouldn’t when they look like Dean and Sam, or Stephan and Damon.

Mmm Melting Marshmellow Moments

I’ve been browsing lush.co.uk and I have found a product I really want to try ... so if anyone would like to treat me you can get me this one!



Here is the description lush gives this one:

Slow melting musky marshmallow marvel.
MMM melts into a pink, fluffy waterbed of marshmallow and moisturizing cocoa butter. Each Melting Marshmallow Moment is made with marshmallow herb, which produces a sweet, skin-soothing mucilage that was used to make sugar candies for hundreds of years, and marigold, which is equally calming for your skin. Take your time, savour each moment and have as many marshmallows as you like.

Makes me want to have a long soak in the bath; drinking a nice mug of milky hot chocolate topped with millions of tiny marshmellows. Devine!!

Manchester Madness

Three nights + two concerts + one very sexy man = The Perfect Weekend!
Great music, great dancing and even greater company! Definitely a weekend to remember. My first girlie weekend away with Tanja and our first concert together –it’s hard to say which of the two of us is more bonkers so I’m going to go with equal.
Friday night was our first concert of the weekend, and also Mark’s birthday making it that little bit more special than other nights. It was the one night I would be so glad not to be sat front row though as Nicky kindly covered them in champagne. The medley as always was the best part of the concert – I think it always will be.

Saturday was shopped and relaxed. Didn’t get dressed till about 11am, that happens sometimes at home – but staying lounging on the bed watching tele till that time of day doesn’t happen! So it was novel! Shopping was fun, bought myself some pretty new maternity tops and comfy shoes... my shoes and heels hurt in the ones I was wearing! In the evening we dressed up pretty and went for yummy Mexican food, but we passed on going for a drink for the option lying on bed in our pyjama’s. Although perhaps Tanja’s motivation was to see eurovision – whereas I was being lazy.

Sunday my third and final concert of the 2010 tour and what a night it was. The best night of all three I think – perhaps being 12^th row helped. Or the fact that I was completely and utterly hyper. For the first time we made it through the support acts – purely because we were too lazy to walk all the way back up the stairs. WOW – made me feel anything but wowed, they mimed badly and only half of the group appeared to be able to dance – you NSYNC wannabes. Second and last (thankfully) was ‘Wonderland’, managed by Kian and his wife is one of the singers – pretty much says it all really. I wasn’t impressed, I found they screeched a bit too much for my liking and apart from Jodi there dancing skills were somewhat lacking. Not my cup of tea.
Then finally it was Westlife time, they finally made it onto the stage twenty minutes late but all was forgiven. We sang, we cheered and we danced. Shane forgot his lines, Mark forgot to hold the microphone close enough, and Kian and Nicky almost sang when it wasn’t there turn but it all just added to the fun.  I can’t remember the last time I danced so much and I can say I am glad I wore comfy shoes. My feet were probably the only part of me that wasn’t acting by the end of the night – those stairs to get out nearly killed me. It was hard to remember there were four people on the stage because it was impossible to drag my eyes away from Mr Filan. Poor Kian was doing his speech but I have no idea what he was saying because Shane bent over right in front of me... perfect view of his cute behind! Another distracted was that ‘low cut’ top he wore for the medley ... chest hair is all I need to say,

I had a truly incredible weekend and if my madness hasn’t scared Tanja we definitely have to do it again next tour!

Being a teenager for the night  ROCKS!!

Hotels, Irish men, Babies & walking

Well it has been ages since I wrote a blog, between tiredness and having a million things to do I just haven’t had the time or inclination.

Been an exciting few days though – Thursday I went to London to see Westlife! It wasn’t all plain sailing though – stupid travel lodge messed up our room booking. So we ended up in London with nowhere to stay. We found an internet cafe and hour and a half later, numerous phone calls and dead ends we finally found a hotel with two rooms. Jumping on a tube we rushed to the hotel. Hoping we would have time to change, eat and manage to be on time to see Westlife.  Arriving at the hotel we were then told they have two single rooms. Noooo – our hearts sank! There were three of us, but the receptionist didn’t know what she was talking about and they had two double rooms. So finally we were in our rooms.

Rapid change and tube to arena, we found some food and got to our seats as Wonderland were finishing. That was a good thing as they really aren’t my cup of tea.  Westlife on the other hand were absolutely AMAZING!! The set list was awesome and the lads were on top form – the medley as always was the best part of the night. The energy and enthusiasm they put into it was immense – you can tell it’s their favourite part of the concert.  It definitely got the crowd dancing that’s for sure. The encore on the other hand had me in floods of tears. They sang ‘I’ll see you again’ Sad enough at the best of times, but they added something to it (which I’m not gonna say for those who haven’t been) and the tears I was holding back came pouring out. For those of you who have read the personal story I wrote about the song will understand why it affect me so much to. Although I think there were many people in the room without dry eyes.

May I add to that, that Mr Filan was looking gorgeous as always – even if he does have the same hair cut as Nicky!

Friday I came home, nervous, scared and excited about what the afternoon would bring.  I made it to work, and sat nervously doing not alot of an hour and a half. My mind elsewhere – finally I got to leave and head with an extremely full bladder to the hospital.  The fifteen minute wait jiggling my legs and chewing my nails was the longest fifteen minutes.  Finally we were called, I lay on the bed –cold chew was squirted on my stomach and I always couldn’t bear to look at the screen as Ant helf my hand. Finally I heard the words I was praying for ‘Look there is the heartbeat’ YES! My face broke into a smile. We were in the scan around 20 mins, much longer than normal because baby was being awkward and would not roll over so they could get the measurements they needed. I had to half empty my bladder – that’s bloody hard. Then she tried again – nope baby was wiggling and stretching but would not roll over. So off to the loo I went again – but nothing worked. Awkward baby! Saw his little nose, and jar and fingers, legs – everything. Honestly it’s the most amazing feeling, words really cannot describe the feeling it gives you!

Back to work and time to start breaking the new – reactions were mixed, excitement, shock and just ignoring me (the latter was my parents) But onto something just as exciting Joshua  is walking – he was doing a few steps for about a week, but now he walks everywhere. Looking so pleased with himself – can’t believe my baby is no longer a baby but a toddler. Scary scary! Very exciting though – so much fun we can get up to!

Double Decker Red

I'm not normally a nail varnish person, as a nail biter I can't wear it on my fingers. (Really should stop the nasty habit) However I picked up a couple of nail polishes when I was in Tesco last week - I thought I should paint my toes for my holiday and can I say I am in LOVE with them.

I picked up Rimmel I love lasting finish, purely because they were on offer - Double Decker Red andPerfect Plum. The red is amazing, I have it on my toes right now and I keep looking at my toes. My friend quite rightly put it, it's like having new shoes... just cheaper.



What do you think? Amazing isn't it? Only tried to 'plum' on one finger nail and I wasn't instantly sold but it is possible that I will change my mind once I paint a full set of nails with it!

Only needed one coat of polish on my toes too which makes me love it even more, hate hating to wait for polish to dry and then applying another coat. Painted them Saturday and they haven't chipped yet, so nice and long lasting to. Don't have much experience with nail polish but I'd still recommend this brand and buy it again.

Families

Does anyone else think families are strange things? Do you wonder how two siblings brought up the same can end up completely opposite kinds of people? How can different families differ so much?

I guess growing up I always thought certain things were important to every family, but only as I got older and became more exposed to other families that I have realised that this is not actually the case.  I find it impossible not to compare my family with Ant’s family and believe me when I say that they are worlds apart.

Lets takes Ant’s birthday for example (yes the event I have moaned about for weeks)
                 Firstly: His brother who Ant always claims to be close to didn’t bother to come. Apparently going out, or away for the weekend or something with a friend is more important. We gave people the date months ago so they would keep it free. Surely he could have gone away any of the other 51 weeks of the year? Birthday’s only happen once a year and funnily enough they happen the same time every year. They’ve also not seen each other since Christmas and he sees this friend every week, so surely making an effort was not too much to ask?

Secondly: Is it normal not to buy your son a present? They don’t normally bother, but I did kind of expect them to get him something for his 30^th – especially as we were celebrating it. I wouldn’t dream of turning up empty handed.  But they just handed over a card and then they spotted the presents in the corner from MY family and made up the lamest excuse I have ever heard. ‘Sorry we didn’t know what to get you?’ WHAT? Seriously? Can it be that hard? Even if it is surely they have heard of money or gift vouchers. Obviously not!
Ant never has a bad word to say about anyone – honestly he is too nice, but even he was miffed that they hadn’t bothered. He rightly pointed out that if it was his brother or sister they would have got something – it feels a bit like out of sight out of mind. My parents and sister bother got him a little something and he very sweetly pointed out ‘he doesn’t care because he has me and Joshua and that is more important’ Awww!!!

Oh well saves me money! Its his dad’s 50^th this year so I will hand over a card and say ‘Sorry we didn’t know what to get you.’ HA! Yes I am a cow but I don’t care!

I can also count on one hand the number of times his parents have seen Joshua – they only live an hour away it’s not a life time. They moan all the time that they never see him, but I can tell you know it’s a lot easier for them to jump in the car and pop down to us.. it doesn’t take them an hour to leave the house and they are not laden down with everything you need to survive a day with a baby. It they made the effort I would be more willing to return the effort but until they do I refuse. I just find it amazing how little interest they have. My parents and one of my sisters would see Joshua every day it they could get away with it.

I’m not saying my family is perfect – hell its far from it. I just struggle with how detached Ant’s family are.  In law’s who’d have ‘em!! I do have one thing to thank them for... for Anthony :)

Those who don’t believe in love have not given birth to he love of their life..

I’m sat on my sofa watching Joshua crawling around the floor, playing happily with his toys and I realised I’m sat here with a huge smile on my face. He makes me realise how lucky I am, how grateful I am to be able to have children. Joshua completed my life and honestly he is the only thing that matters, he will ALWAYS come before everyone and everything. Joshua is my greatest accomplishment and my greatest joy.

It’s hard to imagine he’s only been in my life just over nine months because I can’t remember life without him. In those too short nine months he has grown from a tiny helpless newborn into a proper little boy with his own personality. A happy personality, he’s such a charmer. Everyone he meets he gives a huge smile to and they find themselves helpless to his charms. We were in the doctors yesterday and he was grinning at everyone, and chatting away to a little old lady. It was so lovely to see. Then the doctor said ‘I remember that smile.’ Makes me a really proud Mummy :D

‘No one else will ever know the strength of my love for you, after all you’re the only one who has heard my heart from the inside.’

From 30 minutes old... to  To an 8 month old terror who can feed himself, crawl, coast around furniture and creature mayhem at every corner

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Being a Mummy isn’t just a job and even if it is it’s the BEST job in the whole world. It’s actually an adventure and a blessing. His giggle is infectious and reminds you of the joy in the simple things in life. He’s really found his voice just lately and spends most of the day saying ‘Dada dada’ over and over. He’s always so happy when he says it to. However when he says ‘Muma’ He whines and cries it! Is he trying to tell me something I wonder?

Found something earlier which is very true ‘before you were conceived, I wanted you. Before you were born, I loved you and before you were here an hour, I would die for you.’

My life have changed completely, it will never be how it was before. There will never just me and Anthony, but we wouldn’t have it any other way. I don’t want to go back to those days. Not for anything would i give up what I have now, I will be eternity grateful.

A mother’s love is:

• Pure
• Unconditional
• Steady ..always the same
• Forgiving
• Tender as well and powerful

Can anyone think of anything else?

Is reading a lost pastime?

I sometimes think reading books is a dying out pastime, people would rather watch a movie, surf the net or play computer games. Technology has taken over, people will tell you that they don’t have time to read but they always have time for their favourite t.v shows. So it’s not really about having the time, it’s more that they don’t really want to read.

Take my other half for example he says reading it boring. I think I stared at him open mouthed when he first told me that. Boring? How can reading be boring? He’d rather watch the film, I’ll sit and pick it apart and decide that the book was much better. When I watch a film I don’t just watch the film, I chat or do something else and never completely lose myself into it. Reading though is a complete escape for me – a chance to turn my mind off from everything that is happening in the world and lose myself in someone else’s world.

Then he told me only old men read, I mean what is that all about? Is it true? I don’t know the reading habits of men my own age so I have no idea if they read or not? Do they? Or is it really only old men?!

I think the internet and pc’s in general have a lot to answer for. We have become so accustomed to  scanning pages to find out what we need. Using CTRL + F to locate key words in documents. Has this all rendered people incapable of processing large quantities of writing, to actually read an entire chapter without scanning the pages and picking out the parts where the drama happens.

I find it quite sad that people are reading less and less, will our grandchildren even have a book shelf in their house? Or will it all be done online? I think reading it very important and I love reading to Joshua already even though he doesn’t understand and just wants to take the book from me. I really want to encourage him to read though, he won’t be having a tv and a computer in his room. He can read at bedtime not watch tele when he is older. Even know he has his hard back books and he loves to play with them. I’m hoping this is a good sign.

What are your thoughts?

The Time Traveler's Wife

I’m reading this at the moment, I would say I am about half way and it’s the best book I have read in a long while. I hadn’t even heard of it until they made it into a film – I found the film somewhat confusing and was worried that the book would be the same. It isn’t confusing at all, it is addictive and compelling.  For those of you who haven’t heard of it or have no idea what it is about...

This extraordinary, magical novel is the story of Clare and Henry who have known each other since Clare was six and Henry was thirty-six, and were married when Clare was twenty-two and Henry thirty. Impossible but true, because Henry is one of the first people diagnosed with Chrono-Displacement Disorder: periodically his genetic clock resets and he finds himself pulled suddenly into his past or future. His disappearances are spontaneous and his experiences are alternately harrowing and amusing. The Time Traveler's Wife depicts the effects of time travel on Henry and Clare's passionate love for each other with grace and humour. Their struggle to lead normal lives in the face of a force they can neither prevent nor control is intensely moving and entirely unforgettable.

I would recommend this book to anyone.  It is highly original and it written from the points of view of both Clare and Henry at different points of their lives. At some points it is even written from Henry’s point of view when he has time travelled to himself when he is younger – so there are two Henry’s. I don’t want to say too much about the plot because I don’t want to ruin it for anyone who is wanting to read it but essentially it is a love story or sorts.

 'A beautifully written, compulsive look at a couple trying to live an ordinary life in extraordinary circumstances' IMAGE 2004

Reading this book has been making me think about destiny ... is it possible that whatever life choices we make we will end up in the same place anyway. Meeting the same people, falling in love with the same person. In a way I find it mildly reassuring that my life is written already and that no matter what I do, even if at the time I regret the decision it doesn’t matter because it won’t affect the overall outcome. On the other hand I would quite like to be in control of my own destiny, I’m not sure I completely like the idea that some unknown force is controlling my life. What do you lots think? Are our futures predetermined? Or do we control our own destiny?

You know you're a Mum..

When you have been in your pyjama’s for three days running, have greasy hair, unshaven legs but your baby has been bathed every day and is in clean clothes.

When every outfit has a splash of food, dribble or baby sick on it – honestly no outfit is completely without it.

When people no longer use your name but refer to you as ‘Joshua’s Mummy’ or just ‘Mummy’

When you hear your baby snore you think it’s cute, but when you other half snores you want to punch them in the face

When you reach out to catch baby sick in your hand – I did this when we were at mother and baby group, it was pure instinct and a lady who works there actually said ‘Only a Mum would do that.’

When you wipe snot with your hand because you don’t have any tissues to hand.

When you can do everything one handed and continue to do it one handed even when you aren’t holding your baby because you are so used to it.

When every cup of tea you drink is cold – well near enough every one

When you are not embarrassed at singing some ridiculous song such as ‘five little speckled frogs’ loudly in the supermarket, doctors etc

When you know your baby is awake even when they haven’t made a sound

When all you do is talk about your baby

When you get excited and have a conversation with your husband about the contents of your baby nappies – yes really!

When you have toys/dummies in all your coat pockets – I went on my works Christmas party, all dressed up with a rattle in my pocket!

When you know longer have a handbag, but a giant changing bag with everything you can possible think of in it.

When having a lie in is now getting to sleep till 9am

When you refer to your husband as ‘Daddy’ more often than not

I could go on and on... but I think I will stop now before I bore you all to death!

 

 

 

 

Teeth have a lot to answer for

I’m going to have a rant, a moan and a general feel sorry for myself post. So I will apologise for that now.  Joshua is teething again and it’s causing a nightmare for everyone involved. He is grumpy, but he seems to save this grumpiness for nap times and bedtime. It’s understandable he is grumpy, I would be to if I was in pain all the time from nasty teeth. However I was at the end of my tether this morning, nap times have always been a struggle even at the best of times. This morning it took me one hours and 40 minutes to get him to sleep, over an hour of that was crying.... well it was more screaming and wailing. Whether I was holding him, or leaving him alone in his cot it made no difference. In the end I left him in his room to cry for five minutes before going back into him. To repeat the process over and over. I sat in tears – so there was tears and snot everywhere. I’m not sure who was more upset me or Joshua? Finally I got him to sleep and he slept for 20 minutes...yes twenty bloody minutes! Doesn’t seem worth it really does it? Problem is if he doesn’t get his nap we have to contend with a grumpy baby for the rest of the day, so it’s a not win situation really! L

Now not only does teething causing a grumpy baby that doesn’t want to sleep it causes nappy rash, and in the case of Joshua really really bad nappy rash. He’s never had nappy rash, I was proud of that – but when he cut his first tooth he got sore and again now it’s even worse. Last night I was changing him and he was screaming his little head off and his skin broke and bled. Personally I blame daddy, as it wasn’t that bad before I went to work. Today we’ve invested in new cream, washing him with warm water and not baby wipes as it more gentle, then giving around 15 minutes of nappy free time, then cream before the nappy goes back on and it seems to be paying off. It’s less red and angry than it was last night. He loves his nappy free time, he carries out the great escape every time the nappy comes off. He definitely crawls his fastest straight after the nappy comes off. It’s quite amusing really...although he does not lie still again to have the nappy back on! Monkey!

On a happier note, he it not only crawling at speed but he is climbing onto his feet using anything he can to pull himself up. Coasting along furniture is his new favourite game, but then he gets confident and lets go and that always ends up with him banging his head on the floor. Followed by tears, usually though you can distract him easily and he goes back to playing.  It’s very cute, and he always looks really pleased with himself...who knows how long it will be before he is walking but he love his feet so much that it might not be long. He was holding onto a toy and walking along the floor pushing it yesterday I was uber impressed!

Anyway I think that’s enough for now, I’m sure I have bored you all senseless if you even managed to read till the end

Set Adrift on a memory of bliss

I was sorting out all my photos onto disk yesterday thought it was about time, would honestly cry if my laptop died and I lost them all. Anyway as I was sorting them I was looking at them and remembering good times.

We went to Edinburgh last year when I was about 24 weeks pregnant, a last little break just the two of us. It was freezing and everywhere was covered in snow but it's the best short break I've been on. I've always loved Dublin, but thinking about it I may actually prefer Edinburgh. I just fell in love with the city. Perhaps it's just because Ant and me had just a great time? I guess I'll just have to go back again one day to make sure it's as magical. <3

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Pretty isn't it?

Bags...

I really want a new bag and I made the fatal mistake of browsing accessorize's website this morning and now I have fallen in love with way to many bags. They are all so pretty and girlie and just gorgeous - shame they are so expensive too. Dam it, I need to be rich. I think I would own half of the shop if I had the momeny, everything there is lovely.

I'll show you a few I adore...

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That's just three, there are so many more gorgeous ones!

So what do you think? Pretty aren't they?
I wonder if Joshua would like to buy me one for Mothers day? Think I will start dropping hints around his daddy!

Co-Sleeping

Would you? Wouldn’t you?

Before Joshua was born I swore I would never have him in my bed at night time, especially when he was tiny. Fear of rolling on him or suffocating him, made the thought impossible. However when he was a few weeks old he was in my bed every night and I thought nothing of it. I co-slept to protect my sanity; Joshua fed every two hours day and night. That was two hours from the start of the feed not the end – so feeding him, then trying to get him back into his own bed took time and I felt like the living dead. So into my bed he came, we fed lying down and went back to sleep when we were. Some woman can even sleep while their babies are feeding, that HAS to be a benefit right? Yet people are quick to criticize. People always say ‘You need to cut that habit out NOW, or he will never leave.’

Yes I admit at 8 months old he is still sleeping in my bed for part of the night every night – but we all sleep better, and really enjoy co-sleeping so what’s the problem?

Many co-sleeping parents report that their children become willing to leave, with little or no persuasion, on their own around age two or three, as they mature physically, emotionally and cognitively. These families also report that there are many ways to help children find their own sleeping space. Co-sleeping families tend not to see things in terms of habits that need to be broken, but as patterns that can be established, but that continually evolve and change. For co-sleeping families, laying the foundation for security and closeness takes precedence over early independence.

It’s true isn’t it? How many 16 year olds still share the bed with the parents? None - exactly. So I have every faith in Joshua that he will sleep in his own room when he is ready and until then if he needs me and wants to be close to me then that is what he shall get. I find too many people want babies to be independent, to sleep through the night on their own from as young as possible. It’s like a competition between some mothers... apparently a friend of a friends baby slept through every night from day 1! I am sorry but I don’t believe this, and if it’s true then what the hell? Babies that young need feeding though the night! I got sick of people telling me I had to stop feeding Joshua at night as he didn’t need it, that he was waking up out of habit... but no I was right he wasn’t waking out of habit, he was having a bottle because he was hungry and like I told everyone he would, he stopped having the bottle on his own with no influence from me. So why should co-sleeping be any different?

He’ll suffocate...another popular one! Actually no he won’t if you co-sleep correctly and there is research that has proved co-sleeping reduces the risk of SIDS. Don’t smoke, don’t drink, don’t put baby on a pillow, give baby their own blanket and do not cover them with you duvet...all common sense things really.

Does co-sleeping have any effect on SIDS (Sudden Infant Death Syndrome)?
Actually, it appears so! Studies have discovered that in cultures where co-sleeping is a common practice, SIDS rates are at their lowest. Conversely, where co-sleeping is least likely, the rate of SIDS is highest. These two facts have led researchers to suggest a strong link between co-sleeping and lower risk of SIDS. Why? Evidence suggests that some babies may have abnormal sleep patterns, or sleep apnoea, in which, during an unusually deep sleep, they forget to breathe. Co-sleeping may help address this problem via two paths. One is simply that, if a parent is nearby, any disturbances or problems with breathing are more likely to be noticed. Furthermore, evidence also suggests that babies may regulate themselves to the parent's breathing patterns, so simply being close by may also help reduce your baby's SIDS risk.

I found that I was very aware of Joshua’s presence and I still am, the moment he wakes up I wake up. Even now he can crawl, I don’t fear that he will fall from the bed as there is no possibility that he could have time to wake up and crawl out of bed before I woke up. I don’t know what it is, perhaps it’s just a mothers instinct?!

Co-sleeping promotes sensitivity. Many parents who co-sleep feel that they become more attuned to their baby and child. They feel that their sensitivity to the needs and patterns of their baby translate into daytime sensitivity as well. - I agree with this, I feel I am completely tuned with my baby, that is not saying that parents who don’t co-sleep are not equally as tuned but personally I feel that this has helped us bond a lot.

It reduces bedtime struggles. -100% agree!! We have tried to get him to sleep at 2am in his room and he fights and fights, but bring him into our bed and he goes straight back to sleep.

Parents of co-sleepers know that children who sleep in their parents'' room have no reason to be afraid of bedtime. As they grow older and move into their own rooms, they have positive, secure images of sleeptime. They have no reason to equate bedtime with being alone. – too many children hate the dark and get scared at bedtime, I hope I have gone some way to teaching Joshua that night time is safe!

It fosters an environment of acceptance. Underlying the choice to co-sleep is a willingness to accept a child's need for the parent both day and night. A parent essentially communicates that while the child is small and needful, the parent will be there to help the child and address their needs. Co-sleeping parents tend to believe that this willingness to respond to the child's needs carries over into the daytime, and this powerfully contributes to the overall relationship with the child. –I don’t co-sleep all night, only when Joshua wakes and I bring him from his cot to my bed and only if he wants to. I believe in letting him lead me with his cues. I do not believe I am creating a spoilt child, I believe I am teaching him to trust me 100% and letting him know that any time he needs me then I will be there for him.

Co-sleeping is just as safe or safer than a crib. Existing studies do not prove that co-sleeping is inherently hazardous. The elements of the sleeping environment are what dictate the level of danger to the infant. When non-smoking parents who do not abuse alcohol or drugs sleep on a firm mattress devoid of fluffy bedding, co-sleeping is a safe environment. In addition, it is likely that there are many children whose lives have been saved by sleeping next to their parents. There is anecdotal evidence, for instance, of mothers who have noticed their child not breathing and were able to stimulate them to breathe. – Have already written about this!

I have no clue if people are interested in reading post like this, but it’s something I feel passionate about and I wanted to share my experiences with people.

Supernatural

My favourite television show has to be Supernatural, it’s not something I ever thought I would get in to. I never had an interest in demons, vampires and all things supernatural and evil. The show is about two brothers, Dean (Jensen Ackles) and Sam Winchester (Jared Padalecki) who were raised by their father John; who hunts all things evil. Their mother Mary was killed during the night when Sam was only 6 months old, she was found pinned to the ceiling on fire and bleeding from the stomach. Series one starts with Dean tracking down his brother and persuading him to join the ‘family business’ to help track down their missing father.

The show is on series five now and has me as hooked now as I was when I first began to watch. The evil cliff hangers at the end of episodes mean you have to tune into the next one. Series four took a turn that I never imagined it was going to take (stop reading now if you don’t want it ruined). They brought in ‘Angels’ - Castiel (Misha Collins), when they auditioned for the part of Castiel they didn’t tell the auditionees what the part was. Keeping the idea completely secret until the series was aired. Season 4 is packed full of drama and is my favourite season. Dean came back from the dead, haunted with images of the things he was forced to do in Hell. Sam turns to the dark-side, and the brothers race to stop Lilith from opening the 66 seals to free Lucifer.

If the amazing storylines aren’t enough to make you want to watch the main characters might persuade you. Jensen and Jared are bought absolutely gorgeous – at least I think so, and I know a fair few people who will agree with me.



 

What do you think? Who’s better looking? It has to be Jensen for me, helped by the fact that he gets the BEST lines in the show.

Dean: Man you fugly

Dean: Ya know she could be faking.
Sam:Yeah, what do you wanna do, poke her with a stick?
(Dean nods)
Sam: Dude, you're not gonna poke her with a stick!

Dean : You fudging touch me again, I'll fudging kill you!

Dean: Shut your pie hole

Dean: I'm Batman!
Sam: Yeah, you're Batman...

That’s just a few of them, but I might share some more another day if I can think up some more.

I think I have babbled enough about Supernatural for today, but it might not be the last time I talk about it. I just love it so much

Raindrops on Roses

‘And whiskers on kittens,
Bright copper kettles and warm woollen mittens,
Brown paper packages tied up with string
These are few of my favourite things’

Don’t ask me why, but I have this song stuck in my head. So I thought it would be a good time to share some of my favourite things with you.

Smell: Homemade cakes baking

Sounds: Babies giggles, it’s a sure fire why to put a smile on my face.

Movies: I love Chick flicks and my all time favourite is Dirty Dancing. I love everything about the film. The songs, the dances, the lines, the actors. Also like pretty much everything with Johnny Depp in.

Tv Shows: Supernatural is probably the only show that I have seen every episode and would watch them all again. You can’t beat a bit of Friends though, I will never tire of that show. Other American comedy like Will and Grace and Two and a half men.

Music: Anyone who knows me, knows I have a big weakness for Westlife. A few other faves are snow patrol, Pink and Bon Jovi.

Places: As corny as this will sound, anywhere that I’m with my son. Also love Ireland so much, have done ever since I was a small child. Edinburgh is a beautiful city and I hope to be able to go there again one day.

Books: Pride and Prejudice. Books that I have read recently that I loved are by Cecelia Ahern... The Gift and The book of tomorrow.

Things to do: Go to concerts, shopping, watching movies and I like to do these things with all my loved ones. I love to write and I love to read, which you have probably already grasped from my previous posts.

Anyway they are just a few of my favourite things, and honestly the song is right. When I am feeling down, thinking of my favourite things helps to make me feel better.

Uh-Oh Feeling Broody!!

Yes I am talking about babies AGAIN! I know I talk about them far to often, but you know what?  I'm not going to apologise. My baby is the MOST important person in my life so it's expected that I want to talk about him so much, if I bore you then ... well I guess you don't need to read on!

I was shopping with one of my friends today, trying to get ideas for when her baby is born. Looking at all those tiny tiny little baby clothes got me really broody. Yes I know my son is still a baby and not even 8 months old yet, but it's so hard to imagine he was ever small enough to fit into new born clothes. Smaller infact as New born clothes were massive on him, even the tiny baby clothes were a little big in the beginning. It seems a distant memory now though. I'd love to be pregnant again right now ... although at the same time it scares the hell out of me, would be scary!

I am one of these crazy women who absolutely loved being pregnant, I guess because I had a nice easy pregnancy. I loved the way I looked and was one time in my life that I wasn't worrying about my weight. I knew i was huge, but it didn't matter.

Joshua is close to crawling, although he has a strange technique of pushing up onto his hands and feet, not his knees. Maybe he'll just skip crawling and walk, as he is a very efficient roller, can get to everything that he wants. Cuteness!

Anyway enough baby babble from me!

xx

Twillight

I have jumped on the Twillight bandwagon, I saw the film and enjoyed it and everyone is always raving about how great the books are. So I decided to borrow them from my niece. Read twilight in 4 nights, I just couldn’t put it down – really had a hold on me. Now I have started New Moon, wasn’t going to because I was tired last night when I went to bed but I couldn’t resist and had to open it up and read.

I think I may have fallen in love with Edward Cullen (the vampire for those who don’t know), not the actor in the film but the character in the book. He doesn’t look like the actor (what’s his name?) I imagine him slightly different – that’s the joy of books one part I enjoy the most is being able to visual the characters and scenes allowing them to play out in your mind as your eyes follow the words on the pages. Stephanie Meyer seems to have a real skill with her words, to me a good author can bring the words to life.

There is so much I love about the book but one quote that sticks out in my mind is the one below.

 

When life offers you a dream so far beyond any of your expectations, it’s not reasonable to grieve when it comes to an end.

Bella Swan, Twilight

What are your thoughts on the quote? Do you think it is reasonable to grieve when an unexpected dream comes to an end? Or should you not just rejoice in the memories of the good times that the dream brought? I’m with the second option. What about you? Would like to hear your thoughts.

 

 

Friends!

‘A friend is one of the nicest thing you can have, and one of the best things you can be.’

- Douglas Pagel

I saw this quote the other evening when I was browsing a forum and I really liked it. It's so true. Good friends are rare and hard to find but when you do they are the best and nicest things to have.

That's all, just a short one for tonight! Just wanted to share this quote with you all

xx

Hodilays!!!

Yes I did type it hodilays not holidays on purpose! It’s how my best friend always says it!

Why are holidays so stressful? All the planning and preparation. Holiday was booked and paid and we were going to Tunisia on in April, then our confirmation came through and most of the bars and restaurants were going to be all closed at the hotel. Not a happy bunny... so off we traipsed to the travel agents and now we are going to Egypt. Was a nightmare trying to find a suitable holiday for the same dates. We now have to go a day later which means we’ll be travelling on Ant’s 30th which sucks for him, we wanted to be there for it.

Passports are driving me mad too, Joshua needs an English one, I need an Irish one. After finally finding someone who can sign them we got that part sorted. Paid the post office to check Joshua’s and send it for us – we should have been receiving it back at the beginning of next week but a letter arrives today telling us that we only send one photo. We bloody didn’t, so either the post office lost it after they checked it, or the passport office lost it when they opened it. Neither will take responsibility and ended up blaming the poor postman. What do they think he did, steam opened the envelope steal the signed photo and reseal it *rolls eyes* I think not!! SO now we have to go back to the guy who signed it and get another one signed and sent off. It’s all such a pain! Seriously hope this holiday will be worth it.

Today’s been a bad day! First the passport hassle, then my little man was sick everywhere twice. He won’t take his milk, and all he has eaten all day is half a yoghurt. Poorly little boy – but he keeps smiling, bless his heart. He’s the happiest baby I have ever known. Then I put the wrong house number for some photos I ordered and they have been despatched. Muppet! Good job it’s my parents next door neighbour and they can go and get them for me!

Think it’s time for hot chocolate and here’s to a better day tomorrow! xxx

To Believe..

I was looking for something earlier and I came across something I had read and scribbled down because there was something about it that really drew me to it. It's all about believing and some of it is so true. So I thought I would share it with you.

To believe is to know that every day is a new beginning
It is to trust that miracles happen, and dreams really do come true.
To believe is to see angels dancing among the clouds.
To know the wonder of stardust sky and the wisdom of the man in the moon.
To believe is to know the value of a nurturing heart.
The innocence of a childs eyes and the beauty of an ageing hand.
For it is through their teachings that we learn to love.
To believe is to know that we are not alone.
That life is a gift and this is our time to cherish it.
To believe is to find the strength and courage that lies within us when it is time to pick up the pieces and begin again.
To believe is to know that wonderful surprises are just waiting to happen
And all our hopes and dreams are within reach.
If only we believe.

So what do you all think of it? It really touches me and makes me think. Life really is a gift, and not enough people do cherish it. I am guilty of it sometimes, but I do try to be grateful cherish every day I have with my loved ones. Who else believes dreams come true? I do!

L xx

Alice in Wonderland!

I have finally seen the trailer for Tim Burtons remake of Alice inWonderland and I am so excited. It looks amazing. Tim Burton is a legend and of course it has the added bonus of having Johnny Depp as the mad hatter. I haven't been to the cinema in about a year but I HAVE to go and see this!!

Take a look at the trailer and let me know what you think!



So who wants to come with me? :P

Lu xx

Dates & work!

Thought it was time for an update! Saturday was date night ... only the second time myself and Anthony have been out in seven months. My niece came over to babysit, we got Joshua settled in bed and off we went. It felt really good to dress up, straightened my hair, put on a full face of makeup and some new clothes. We started the evening by going to my favourite bar for a cherry beer before going to the restaurant. Ate so much, and drank wine. We chatted and laughed, it was a lovely evening. I didn’t text home to check if Joshua was okay, I was proud of myself. Not that we were out late, we were home by ten thirty and Joshua was up playing with my niece! She did call me to warm me she couldn’t get him back to sleep, but he was happy and that’s all that mattered. I got him back to sleep in the end and then he slept the entire night for the FIRST time. So impressed!! Shame he hasn’t done it since!

As hard as it is leaving my little prince it really did us good to get some quality time alone – it is important.

Been in work again this week, two days done – one to go. It’s getting easier, and I am so impressed that I can remember most things. Feels like I never left. Joshua is so clingy when I get home though, I can do nothing until he is in bed as every time I put him down he cries. Even when his Dad holds him he reaches out for me. He misses his Mummy and that makes me feel rotten for leaving him but does mean I get loads of cuddles when I am home.

Something really annoyed me today though. People telling me how to be a Mummy, I can’t tolerate it. He’s my child, I will do things as I feel appropriate just because they did it different with their child does not mean that is the way it should always be. It doesn’t make me a bad person because I can’t leave me child to cry, I will not stop feeding him during the night because you tell me he doesn’t need feeding at night at his age. If he asks for a feed I will give it him. Honestly everyone else is more bothered about me getting up for night feeds than I am. If I don’t care, if I am happy to do it why does everyone have to tell me what I SHOULD be doing to stop it. Leave him cry... I don’t think so! Crying is his form of communication, it means he wants something if only that is only a cuddle. Everyone parents in a different way and I would never dream of telling another Mum how to do something, I would tell them what I do. Or what I would do in that situation, but never any more than that. What works for one mother and baby is different for another!

Anyway that’s it from me.

xxx

Quote...

“Paths are so much clearer when people stop looking at what everyone else is doing and instead concentrate on themselves,”

CECELIA AHERN ‘The gift’

 

Something about this line really struck me when I read it; I actually paused from reading to think about it for a while. Which proves that it’s a good line, it takes a brilliant writer to make you stop and think with a single line. It’s true as well; people spend far too much time paying attention to every detail of other people’s lives, giving advice, telling them how to live that they can’t see that they need to spend some attention on their own lives. That’s not to say that you should be completely self centred and not show some interest in the lives of your friends, but there is showing an interest and sticking your nose in. That’s all for today I think, just wanted to share the quote Lucy xx

Oh Happy Days!

I survived work, Joshua survived and so did Ant! So all is good. I don’t even think Joshua missed me – that’s just charming isn’t it?! Was nice chatting with everyone again and my worries about forgetting everything were dashed, I actually remembered more than I thought. Although I will so be asking a million questions when I go back properly.

Does anyone else love the feeling you get when you can be completely and utterly happy for someone else?  I’ve been crossing my fingers and wishing on eye lashes for the past two months that my friend would get the news she deserved and on Tuesday she had her twelve week scan and saw her babies heartbeat.  I know exactly how she was feeling and when I received the message to say everything was okay I had the biggest smile on my face for the rest of the day. Honestly I am overjoyed for her. It’s such an exciting time, and I love that I can share it with her.

I find too often these days that people can’t be genuinely happy for someone else, not unless they are benefiting from it in some way and I hate this. Why does the world have to work like this?

My new year; new me is going fairly well...caved and had a small piece of chocolate today. Other than that though we’ve been eating nice healthy food and I’m enjoying it. Making me feel less tired and happier in myself. I know it will be a while before I notice the affects but I’m still motivated – usually I get s far as day 2! Had my hair cut yesterday as another step – I have a little side fringe now and I really like it. Have a look for yourself and let me know what you think!



Next weekend Ant is going to take me out for a treat.... the healthy eating will go out of the window that night. We’ve only had one night out alone in the past seven months so we both feel that it is due. I’ve been dropping hints for a few weeks and last night he turned to Joshua and said ‘Joshua I think Mummy is trying to tell me something, new clothes, new makeup new hair’ Then he told me he would take me out, so to arrange a baby sitter.

Will be lovely to get a night out alone as a couple but will also be strange as it’s only the second time Joshua will have been with someone other than the two of us. I know he will be fine, he’ll most likely be in bed before we go and my neice is more than capable of taking care of it. Just strange though!

Anyway I think that’s enough randomness for today!
Thanks to everyone who has left comments I really appreciate and love reading them

Lucy xx

That Sunday Feeling

I officially hate it! You know that feeling you get that the weekend is ending too quickly and work is looming. That’s how I feel right now. Okay I know I haven’t been at work since the middle of May last year but it still feels like only two minutes ago I was there. Honestly the last 7 months have gone to fast and it feels way too soon to be leaving my little Prince for work. I’m only going in for 4 hours and I am only doing two days this week but it won’t be long and I will be back doing 5 day weeks again. I actually want to cry, I don’t want any other job than being a Mummy. Being a Mum is my favourite thing to do and I feel guilty that I have to go back to work and devote my time to stupid customers and their laptops. How will I be motivated to do my work when I don’t care about it, when all I want to do is go home and be with my baby? My biggest fear is missing his milestones. Yes it will be nice that Daddy is there and gets to experience them and not some stranger but I honestly think I will feel jealous. What if he says his first real word (not the Muma muma muma mum mum whining he does now) but something where he knows the meaning. Or what if he crawls and then later walks when I am at work. It will make being away from him even worse. I want to be there for them all! Is that selfish?

 His Daddy goes out to work every day ...well night actually so he doesn’t miss much time with Joshua. An hour or so in the morning while he sleeps in, then he misses an hour before bed. Nothing really...I’m going to be missing 4 and half hours every afternoon. I know I have to go back, bills needs to be paid, milk and nappies bought and I should just try and be positive about it. Right now though I can’t.

Maybe once I’ve done my first day tomorrow I will feel better. Even one keeps telling me the adult company will do me good, what do they think I do lock myself in the house all day with only Joshua. We go shopping, we meet friends for lunch, we visit family we go and play with other Mum’s and babies. I see lots of adults, I just see them with my son with me and that’s the way I want it to be. We’re going to have to stop going to Mother and Baby group to. We did that Tuesday afternoons, think there are only 4 more days we can go and that’s it finished. Joshua loves going to, interacting with the other babies and flirting with the mums.

Anyway I’m going to leave it at that before I depress myself anymore and quite possible you to.
Happier blog next time
Lucy

New me

So it’s a new year and I have decided that I’m sick of looking the way I do, so I’m going to make an effort to do something about it and actually start to like the way I look again. People are always saying it’s okay you’ve just had a baby – but that was 6 months ago now. So it’s time to start losing that baby weight. I’ve set myself a target and I really, really want to achieve it. Hope you will all help to keep me motivated!

I started today with a food shop, my fridge has never looked so healthy. I’ve got a plan of meals we will eat every day and some of it sounds so yummy. I’m actually excited about eating it. Makes a change usually they tell you to live on cardboard and rabbit food.  Dusting the Wii fit off was another one of my missions – I pulled it out this morning and managed 40 minutes before Joshua demanded me. The last five minutes I actually did while carrying him.

I’ve found a new love to ... body shop. Someone is doing a wonderful job at converting me. Yes you know who you are! I’ve invested in some of there eye liner and lengthening mascara. I just tried it out and I have to say it’s amazing. It really does lengthen your lashes.  This is what the website says about it :  A long lasting conditioning formula with an innovative curving brush to separate, define and seriously stretch every single lash.

I love how helpful and friendly they are in the stores too... they don’t pester you when you go in like some shops, but they are on hand to help you out. I saw they do a free make up consultation and I was very tempted to sign up. Learn a bit more about what makeup I should use and how to apply it. I don’t wear very much but it really does make me feel better when I have a bit on. Even if that is just mascara and eye liner.  I guess learning and wearing more makeup could be part of the new me to. Looking good and feeling good has got to be the way to go!

Anyway I got a nice surprise when Ant came home from work. So I’m going to leave it at that for today and go watch some tele with him. Will blog again soon

Lucy

Winter Wonderland

Apparently this cold freeze is meant to last for another 3 weeks. It seems to have been going on forever already, although I’ve been lucky here we’ve hardly had any snow at all. Mr Frosty just visits every day, leaving everything white and pretty.  I guess this is what winter is supposed to be like, but I am looking forward to a bit of warm weather now. Although living in England wishing for warm weather is like wishing to marry Shane Filan. Never going to happen.

One thing I love about winter though is that it’s a brilliant excuse to drink hot chocolate. Hot chocolate with baileys is my favourite. What can I say I like my hot chocolate like I like me men, hot, smooth, creamy and steamy!!

How amazing does that look? Makes me want to go make one, shame I don't have any cream to add to it!



And I will leave you with that, I hope I didn't make your mouth water to much!

New Year

New Year...

New layout, new name and new update. Yes I know it has been ages, but I thought it was about time I wrote something new.  A friend started a new blog and it inspired me to get mine back up and running again. Hopefully with a lot happier stuff than I have written previously.

Sweet, frothy and fluffy bubbles that smell like custard creams. What a delight it is to have a bath in the equivalent of a cup of vanilla flavoured, frothy, hot chocolate topped with marshmallows.Doesn’t that sound absolutely divine? I HAVE to try it! Delightful smells and feelings are the reason why I am totally in love with lush bath products. I have some in my bathroom waiting to be used thanks to the wonderful people who gave me some lush products for Christmas. Maybe a hot bath with a bath bomb will help me get rid of this cold... New Year and a cold. Not exactly the perfect way to start it but never the less I’m optimistic about the year ahead. You have to be really don’t you? No point looking at the future through a pessimistic eye – what’s that going to achieve other than depressing you? And who wants to be depressed? Not me that’s for sure, I’ve got too much to look forward to.

I can feel 2010 is going to be a good year! Although a part of me wonders if I can ever top the feeling of seeing my son for the first time.

Every little thing you do, baby I’m amazed by you.

Right that will do for today, I’ll get my thinking cap on and come back with a longer and better update very soon!