The weekend JJ turned one…

15 03 2013

As you may have gathered, my little boy has turned one.

On Saturday past we had a little party for JJ.

We chose a theme of Turtles and began dressing the house accordingly.

Wifey cooked up an awesome “1” cake as well as adult and baby friendly cupcakes.

I then created an army of icing turtles to go on all the cupcakes and the main cake itself.

We had turtle invites, a turtle cake stand, turtle balloons, turtle party bags – you get the idea.

The  Mums, Dads and their babies from our original NCT group all came along.

JJ had a great time with his baby buddies.

It was amazing to see the other kids and how much they had grown too.

It’s easy to lose track of your own when you see him every day.

On the Sunday (his actual birthday), I took JJ for his weekly swimming session.

We then opened up Wifey’s Mother’s Day / going back to work presents.

This was followed up by a mammoth JJ present opening and play session.

There was also some Facetime with the Grandparents.

Then all the cards were opened which now adorn the house.

Finally we took him to a soft play area in Harpenden so he could watch all the kids run around.

Thank you everyone for all your birthday wishes, cards, presents and visits.

It made the whole weekend feel incredibly special.

His birthday roadshow kicks off this weekend when he goes to visit Nanny, Granddad, Auntie Debs, Uncle Nat and cousins Hattie and Amelia.

Can’t wait!

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You know what Daddy?…

26 02 2013

“I’ve had enough of my blond locks.”

“Especially as Grandpa said he thought he had a Granddaughter.”

“I think it’s about time I got a haircut Daddy.”

The Thinker

The Thinker

So Wifey took JJ to get his hair cut yesterday.

I’ll put up a picture tomorrow, just couldn’t resist putting this one up first.

The best laid plans…

25 01 2013

Well January has whizzed by rather quickly.

I didn’t have any resolutions.

My only plan was to try to keep on top of my blog.

That’s not really happened.

Not a great start.

It’s been a busy couple of months.

So here are a few of my highlights:

JJ’s teeth starting to come through. Now he can bite food, toys, sticks, cables, Daddy…

JJ’s first Christmas and all the excitement that comes with that (probably more so for us as parents)

JJ starting to crawl – bit of a bum shuffle like a dog with worms at the moment, but it’s a whole new world for him now that he can explore beyond the play mat

Taking JJ swimming but I think he just prefers being in the bath, with toys

JJ continues to amaze me with his number twos – how something that size can come out of such a small chap will never cease to amaze me

Spending a solid two weeks with JJ and Wifey over Christmas was the best present I could have

But my favourite highlight has been coming home to be greeted by JJ – he now crawls to me, offers up his hands to be picked up and gives me the biggest smile.

What a way to finish a day.

Sometimes it can bring a tear to my eye.

Because he’s biting my chin.

I hear there be gold at the top of the stairs

I hear there be gold at the top of the stairs

The eye of the storm…

15 10 2012

It’s time for JJ’s latest sleep update.

JJ’s had it a bit tough of late as you may know.

He hasn’t had much solid sleep, so neither has Mummy or Daddy.

It’s been going on for over 2 months now.

However, things have appeared to be getting better.

We had a period of time when all of a sudden, he slept for about 10-12 hours again.

It was bliss.

It was quiet.



It lasted about a week (note the past tense).

The eye of the storm passed and it all kicked off again.

The poor little scrap has come down with a bad cold.

He has started wheezing, is completely bunged up so finds it difficult to eat and he breathes really quickly for some reason.

Think Darth Vader with the flu having completed the London Marathon.

To make matters worse, Wifey has taken ill too.

So back to broken sleep.

Back to that limbo when you don’t know if you are awake or asleep.

And welcome back dysfunctional brain, poor short-term memory and a desire to drink.

I’m sure like any bad storm, it will pass.

Just in time for teething…

My Great Uncle’s 60th birthday…

30 09 2012

I’ve been really looking forward to my first trip abroad. Apparently we went to the Maldives when I was in my Mummy’s tummy but I didn’t see any of that so it does not count. Daddy said it was going to be a big trip to France because it was my Great Uncle Jeremy’s 60th birthday and we had lots of family and friends coming over. 60 is very old and I think he must have been born in black and white times.

We had to catch a very early flight so I went to bed nice and early. I was woken up a few seconds later by my Daddy at 4am doing an impression of me crying. I was not happy about that and he said something about revenge. We got up and got on a big train and made our way to the airport. I don’t really remember much after that because I like going to sleep when I travel without moving.

I woke up in France in a little town called Pons. We thought we were the first ones there but Great Uncle Jonty had already arrived. For some silly reason he had cycled all the way from his house in England so I think that was why he smelled a bit. Not long after that everyone started to arrive and it got a bit loud. Luckily for me someone my own age turned up so that meant I did not have to look after all the grown ups by myself. I was a bit unsure of her at first but she had a nice smile so that made me happy.

All sorts of things happened during our stay. I remember one morning when Mummy was pushing me around the garden, there were lots of grown-ups dancing about looking very tired and hot. Mummy said that my Auntie Caroline was taking a fun exercise class but it looked like a few of the grown-ups had not done anything like that before and had very troubled looks on their faces and were not having fun.

One day there was something called the Olympics. There was an egg and spoon race, a baguette relay, swimming, a croissant chuck, sit down volleyball and a Rocky Horror dance off, whatever that is. I was happy sitting in my pushchair watching the grown-ups getting very loud and tired. Daddy was very happy because his team won but one man with hair on his face was upset because he said he was robbed. I don’t know what was stolen but I hope they caught the nasty man responsible. Daddy’s trophy was strange because it looked so small in his hands but it was as big as my head.

A lot of the men got very excited on another day because they were going to cart something but I’m not sure what that meant. I do know that it was very noisy. Daddy said I was too young to join in so I went to sleep.

Mummy had a special day because it was her birthday and I helped her open some presents. We had a trip to the beach with my Uncle Ben and Auntie Victoria and it was the biggest beach I had ever seen. Daddy must have thought my feet were dirty because he kept dunking them in the sea. Even though I screamed to tell him it was too cold he kept doing it. He forgot to test the temperature with his elbow.

On other days I had my first ever go on a swing which was lots of fun, had a splash in a little pool with my cousin, drove my first car and was sick all over Daddy’s face because he played aeroplanes with me.

My favourite day was when Mummy dressed me up in a red muslin and said that I was now called “More Glee” for some reason. I think I prefer Joshua. I heard a few grown-ups say that there was a Jungle Book fancy dress party because my Great Uncle Jeremy was a big fan of the loo. Very strange. There were lots of pretty clothes but the best was my Uncle Ben because he looked just like me. It was all very tiring.

I had lots of fun and I can’t wait for my next holiday, especially when Great Uncle Jeremy pays as I don’t have any money.

All that typing has made my little hands tired so I’m going to bed. Night night x

Weekly Photo Challenge: Create…

25 06 2012

This week’s photo challenge theme is ‘create’.

After some time thinking about this one, looking at JJ, spending more time thinking, it clicked quite quickly.

This photo was taken only a few minutes after JJ was introduced to the world.

His first skin-to-skin contact with his rather tired Mummy.

We had created something amazing.

Hello Mummy!

I’m beginning to understand…

7 06 2012

Walking in through the door, the zombie groans as he appreciates the life in the room.

Warm, happy, unsuspecting humans.

The humans look on in horror as this wretched excuse of a human stumbles into the house.

Collapsing to the floor, the zombie makes his way to the easy target.

The little baby stares at the zombie, oblivious to the danger that has presented itself.

The zombie looks into the baby’s eyes and grunts again.

A flicker of recognition runs across the baby’s eyes as he smiles at the deformed creature in front of him.

Mummy, looking shocked, says “Daddy’s home JJ, say hello.”

Here’s Daddy!

Yup, I’m beginning to understand how my Dad felt when he got home after work.

I spend all day looking forward to seeing JJ, only to get home knackered.

What’s worse is then thinking it’s only a couple of hours until I’m in bed myself and in the blink of any eye off to work again.

It can be quite depressing.

My brain is shouting out “play with him, give him a cuddle, encourage him to grab things, tell him a story,” but my hands reach for the remote control and my fat ass longs to be absorbed into the sofa.

I’m sure a lot of Mum’s find it very frustrating to see Dad get home and follow a similar zombified pattern when they haven’t seen their baby all day.

Especially when all they want to do is hand over the baby like an Olympic baton.

It’s tough.

Really tough.

And it’s a battle I face every single night when I get home.

Perhaps it’s just me, but I hope not as that would make me feel even more useless.

So little JJ, if you are reading this in years to come, Daddy is desperate to play with you, but as a Zombie craves flesh, Daddy craves alcohol and 40 winks.

I just hope that Mummy still loves her Zombie when all she wants to do is take out a chainsaw to the head of “that ungrateful sod.”