Hair Heaven

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You might remember a couple of posts ago that I was on a mission to rediscover myself. Well phase one is complete and, thanks to my wonderful hairdresser at  Flhair in Romsey , my hair is looking lovely again.

It's amazing what a difference a good hair cut and colour can make to your mood and sense of confidence and with the added luxury of a couple of hours to yourself, a good natter, some magazines and a cup of tea I almost feel like new.
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Motherhood

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Another funny video I like by fiat. They've also done one called Fatherhood too, but I still think this one is the best.





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Super Supermarket Shopping

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The closest I get to being 'trollied' these days is running the supermarket gauntlet on a Saturday trying to do the weekly shop and it's certainly no fun.

So these days you are much more likely to find me cruising the aisles from the comfort of the sofa with a nice cup of tea.

I wouldn't say it saves me much time really, but it is a far more civilised way to shop; no queueing at the tills or frantic dashing around the aisles getting sour looks from other shoppers as your baby wails unmercilessly. Best of all though, it does save money.

It is far easier to budget when shopping online. You can easily take items out of your trolley or substitute them for cheaper alternatives and now, with the help of a great little website called mysupermarket.co.uk you can enter your shopping list onto the site and they'll compare which shop it's cheapest to buy your groceries from this week. Once you've shopped you're transferred to your selected supermarket's website where you can finish your order. Simple!

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"Pregnant and I Know It" OFFICIAL MUSIC VIDEO (Parody of "Sexy and I Kno...

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This is so true. I couldn't stop eating when I was pregnant. Come to think about it...I still can't stop eating!!!
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Captain Sensible Is From Mars, I Am From Venus

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Having spent almost the past year safely and comfortably cocooned in my new mummy bubble, it has finally dawned on me that I’ve let myself go a bit: I’m a little baggier around the middle; my boobs now resemble deflated balloons, the kind that, if you leave them lying around for a while, go all wrinkly and soft; my eyebrows are more hedgerows, my clothes mismatched and accessorised with snot and my hair… well the less said the better really.

But what really spurred me on to take action was the response I got from Captain Sensible when I asked him if he thought I’d lost weight.

With uncharacteristic foolhardiness or stupidity (I’m not sure which), Captain Sensible did not answer with the expected and safe answer of ‘Of course,’ or ‘you don’t need to lose weight.’ Oh no, he decided to stick, not just his head, but his whole body in the oven by responding with: “Well you have had a baby.”

In other words: “No. You’re still looking a little tubby!”

We’re still not speaking…

Anyway, it got me thinking; time for an overhaul, a self -designed mummy makeover and here’s my list of 5 things (Let’s keep it achievable) I’m going to do: (I’ll let you know how I get on!)

   1.     Tone up  - So far so good, although I think I might have broken   my wrist last night doing some rather vigorous squat thrusts!
   2.     Learn to skate board – My nephew got a skateboard for his birthday and it was loads of fun. It’s not odd for a thirty something woman to be out and about boarding is it?!?
   3.     Write more – Pursue the things I love to do, I’ve been putting it off for long enough.
   4.     Get a TOWIE - esque makeover: fake tan, fake nails, fake eyelashes, the works!
   5.     Divorce my husband for not lying to me – Well maybe that one’s a bit extreme, he’s pretty awesome most of the time.
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A Poor Excuse

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Forgive me followers for I have sinned; it’s been several months since my last confession – I mean post!

“What,” I hear you ask “has happened? Where have you been?”

Well, it all seemed to be going so well: my baby, fed, slept and pooed which left me with ample time for coffee mornings, writing my blog and, occasionally, whipping the hoover around.

Then it happened.

Almost overnight, my baby grew up into a big baby who needed three, three course meals a day (apparently) and then started moving. Where once I could place her on her little mat, safe in the knowledge that she wouldn’t go anywhere whilst I ate my cake; now I have to have eyes in the back of my head and follow her around like a shadow in case she sticks her little fingers in the plug sockets! On the plus side, it has upped my exercise quotient, so I guess it’s not all bad.

But it’s the feeding that gets me. Now I know I had a few issues in the early days with breast feeding, mainly squirting it in the right direction but I had just about got it mastered when I discovered that it was about time to wean the little guzzler onto solid foods. Excellent I thought, how much easier life will be…

Well I’m obviously doing it all wrong, as preparing meals for my little Gordon Ramsey now takes up a large proportion of my day, and woe betide you if you serve her up something she doesn’t like.

You see, there is this pressure to prepare beautiful home cooked meals full of nutritious fresh fruits and vegetables so that you can keep up with the other Mums who have all read the Annabel Karmel baby books and have been busy cooking up gastronomic feasts for their little bundles of joy. I have visions of these domestic goddesses, replete in their 1950s housewife uniform and perfectly coiffed hair, serving up delicious, healthy meals to their families while my poor offspring is subjected to whatever baby jar is on special offer at the local supermarket.

To be honest, I’m sure there’s not all that much difference between a jar and what I cook anyway – except the time and the mess- but still I persevere. And so it’s started, I’m doing what I always swore I wouldn’t, I’m trying to keep up with the Joneses and racking a small mortgage on exotic foodstuffs in the process!
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Footprint Fun

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Recently I've been having fun at my local pottery cafe making gifts and keepsakes featuring the bubs' tiny footprints. From coffee cups to Christmas baubles, nothing has escaped the stamp of little feet and I'm in danger of ending up with an entire crockery set!

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