>My son the Prime Minister

>Talking to a two year old is like one of those TV shows on a Sunday morning that has the hearing impaired (no idea if that is the PC term) person on the side of the screen. He says something, I say what, he gestures and repeats and I finally click on, or more often than not don’t and just nod and say “oh yes” hoping I haven’t inadvertently agreed to chocolate for dinner.

During dinner today I thought I would take things to a more intellectual level, considering the boy was chomping away on smoked salmon, I thought he was obviously high brow enough to cope with raising the discussion bar to something a bit more stimulating (for me) than “do you want Mummy to feed you”. So, what did I ask, well what every mother wants to know of her future child: “what are you going to be when you grow up”. Now being a two year old I don’t think he quite grasped the concept of a job so I phrased it a different way and asked where he would get his money from. He said, “money in box” referring to his Toy Story money box where we stash all those annoying pennies from the floor to deter him from eating and thus choking on them.

So yet another angle, now who doesn’t secretly want their son to become Prime Minister (of course for a girl I want her to marry a prince and be a princess, sexist and old fashioned, so sue me). I asked him what he would do if he ruled the country and his answers were so inspired I think he could actually do it. “Eat oranges” was quite clearly an indication that he wants to set up a new party to rival the existing ones and Orange is a main colour which is not yet associated with a political party. Genius. Second step was to “eat poo poo” which shows that he is quite clearly on the right track and his way of saying that he will learn to talk bullshit.

Now tell me that is not a future Prime Minister in the making.

>Silent Sunday – The Toothbrush Battle


Silent Sunday

>Recovering from miscarriage

>As I said on my original post I was, for lack of a better word, absolutely gutted to have a miscarriage on Christmas Day. Its been 3 weeks now and some days I feel like I have come to terms with it and then others it sucker punches me all over again. This morning I received my booking in and scan appointment from the hospital which really hit home what could have been. Ahead of me are a number of key milestones and although I only knew I was pregnant for two weeks the due date (20 August) will be forever etched on my mind.

I will also be cautious from now on not to throw the “are you planning number two” question on anyone as its been a really tough one to answer (why is that a standard question, a follow up to “when are you… getting engaged, getting married, having a baby” delete as appropriate) and bless my poor best friend who asked that very question five days after the miscarriage and looked mortified when I told her.

As someone who is actively trying to have a baby there seems to be a sudden influx of newborn babies and pregnant women wherever I go (obviously I am just noticing them more) and whilst I am really sad about what happened to me I still smile when I see them. I thought it would upset me to see them and yes there is a touch of the green eyed monster, but overall I take hope that other people can have babies, so that’s a good thing!

The Eastenders cot death / baby snatching storyline has been the focus of a lot of media attention recently and whilst I thought I didn’t understand the uproar, having not experienced cot death, I am beginning to understand why so many parents have been insulted by the picture they have painted. Indeed, I don’t want anyone else’s bump, I want my very own one.

And so it is with that in mind that the man and I sneak upstairs to introduce Mr Swimmers to Mrs Egg, and if there is one positive I can take from the whole experience, it is the restarting of the baby making!

>Belated Listography – because I can!

>I have just found Kate takes 5 Listography via twitter, yes I know it is a week old which in the virtual world is like three trillion decades BUT I am not witty enough to think of 5 decent dinner party guests, so I want to do last weeks one and because its my blog, I can and SO THERE (yes I still quite haven’t grown out of my toddler/teenager tantrums, I now just have a two year old to compete with).

So, My Top 5 Good Things About Having Children are

  1. The kisses and cuddles I can demand and usually get and if not, my made up song to the words of “just one cornetto, give it to me” (“just one kiss, give it to me….”) usually does the trick, I don’t know why but I think my son has learnt at a young age that you just need to get Embarrassing Mummy to just shut up as soon as possible.
  2. Singing nursery rhymes out loud and blaming it on the boy. I knew I was a mother the day I was unwittingly singing (with actions!), The Grand Old Duke of York, to myself in the shower and kept on even when I realised because it is FUN.
  3. People saying how cute the boy is (and they aren’t biased!) and me smiling from ear to ear thinking “thank you, I made him”.
  4. Shopping for clothes and never having to worry that they won’t suit him because a podgy tummy looks cute on him.
  5. Learning that it is possible for someone to keep you up all night screaming in your face and kicking you and they would only have to give you one smile to melt your heart and for you to forgive all.

And boy do I love him an indescribable amount 🙂

>Bank holiday blues

>Boooooo – back to work tomorrow and I need a pick me up, but with my new years resolution of drinking only water and herbal tea for a month (don’t ask me why, it seemed like an easy choice and relatively healthy. Note to self: chocolates and biscuits are NOT healthy) that is not an option tonight. So I need a mental pick me up to make the prospect of getting up at 6.30am, commuting an hour each way into London, missing my boy all day and running a conference call that is likely to last at least 4 hours with my brain still in holiday mode, a touch easier. So, as one of my favourite phrases is PMA, yes that is POSITIVE MENTAL ATTITUDE, here is my PMA for the evening of reasons to look forward to going to work tomorrow:

  • I get to read my new kindle on the train. I have downloaded Alice in Wonderland, one of the kindle freebies, as I have never read it. Is that odd, for a 29 year old woman, to have never read it?
  • I can listen as loudly as I like to the Glee soundtrack without my dearest husband complaining that Mercedes (and me) are shouting.
  • I can enjoy my workday ritual of “where to lunch” Hmmm; Itsu, Eat, Pret, the options are endless (and yet so monotonous).
  • I can ignore the big pile of washing that needs doing until at least 7pm.
  • I will have time to go to the toilet prior to becoming so desperate that I do the legs crossed need to pee dance all the way up the stairs whilst trying to convince my boy to “just stay there”.

So you see, tomorrow will be a great day….. 

>New to blogging

>Righty-ho, a friend of mine has instructed me that Blogging is the “thing to do”. It also seems like a good time to start something new as I am disconcerted with life at the moment and need a change.

I am a mum to a two year old delightful but monsterous boy and work 3.5 days a week in London for a bank. Needless to say this combination is tiring, rewarding, challenging, frustrating and a whole host of other feelings that leave me reeling every day. To work or not to work, that is the question. Of course the bills and mortgage account have one answer but I prefer the other. Don’t get me wrong, I like my job (barring the frustrating side-lining as a “part-timer” since returning from maternity leave) but its so darn hard sometimes to juggle the demands of a job whilst paying an extortionate fee to a (lovely) childminder to have lots of fun with MY son.

We would also love to have baby number two and it was a particularly hard holiday season for us in December as I had an early miscarriage on Christmas Day leaving us reeling with sadness and shock rather than sharing our exciting news with the family as planned. My gorgeous boys (husband and son) made the day a success, one with his support and the other with his demands of “open mummy, open” and “happy kisstmas everybody”. Although the priority was having another baby to complete our family, I was relieved with the fact I could have another period of maternity leave to reassess my options and remove the stresses of working for a while so with that not in sight anymore the thinking cap is back on.

I think that is enough for an opening post, if you have read, thank you!