You've got your hands full!

How many time have I heard this statement this week?
When I'm pushing a buggy (THAT IS FIXED, PRAISE GOD!) laden down with groceries and two children while I'm wearing the third wrapped firmly to my chest.

What can I say in response? I smile politely and mumble something in reply, having a wee chuckle along with them, when all I want to do is scream "Too bloody right I've got my hands full! AND they're all sick!"(cue breaking down into uncontrollable sobbing)

Fun times indeed...

Sickness still lingers in our household.
Not happy about this. At. All.

Today I took Max to the doctor because of high fever last night and difficulty breathing. Again.
Doctor was on the verge of sending him to hospital. Again.
He prescribed antibiotics instead but with strict instructions that if wee Max gets any worse to go straight to A&E. Again.

I'm pretty much over this whole sick children thing.
I'm pretty much over this entirely unnecessary sleep deprivation thing.

I'm strong, but not this strong.
I'm feeling a bit 'beaten' by this season.

I'm getting to the end of my tether and my children and household are suffering for it.
Not cool.
Poor wee dudes with their short-fused Mamma.

And yet I have to remain confident it will all get better. The boys' health, our beauty sleep, a happy home environment instead of parents who always seem to be swearing under their breath...

We'll get there, to the other side of this 'season', hopefully relatively unscathed.

I'm looking forward to that.

As well as getting some unbroken sleep for more than 2 hours in a row. That would be amazing!

So yeah, they're right, I do have my hands full, but that's just LIFE with 3 boys under 4.

It's a good thing they're so flippin CUTE and that they make me laugh as much as they do.

:::

Oh ye of little faith!

 

I don't know what made me think that this was a good idea, but one of my new years resolutions was that I would refrain from buying clothes for 1 year... AM I CRAZY?!?

After numero due was born at the end of November I had a clean out of all my clothes and put away anything that didn't fit me anymore (but just you wait size 10 clothes I'm coming to getcha!) and kept out all manner of clothing that were sympathetic to breastfeeding (i.e. easy-access v-neck tops and dresses).

Having completed this exercise I realised that "Shoot I have a whole lot of clothes that I forgot I had!"...

And so the idiotic great idea dropped randomly into my head that maybe, just maybe, I wouldn't need to buy any clothes this year. Of course my husband thought this was a MARVELLOUS idea cos think of how much money we would save each month!

Hmph.  

I was really wanting him to say "Don't be so blimmin rediculous Brigitte you NEED to buy clothes this year and, in fact, I have earmarked £500 in our bank account that I want you buy yourself a new wardrobe with, just because you deserve it!"...

No such luck.

So the rules are simple:

1. No clothes purchasing for myself for the year of 2010

2. This does not include shoes, handbags, accessories and langerie longere lauger undies and bras cos that would just be rediculous and you might as well kill me now. (strangely enough I don't normally buy many of these items so this may be the year of the shoe and the handbag and I'm so totally fine with that).

I think the one thing that has made me determined to see this resolution to it's completion is that when I told my best friend Sarah this she blatantly laughed in my face and said "I'll give you 3 months". Oh ye of little faith I shall prove you SO WRONG!

It's been 2 months and counting and I feel great! No major withdrawals. The occasional shakes and the odd twitch but nothing a good glass of wine can't fix.

And anyway, if I feel the need for something new in my wardrobe I can always whip out the sewing machine and chop & change some items here and there. Maybe bring tie-dying back in.... or not.

The Dummy Fairy

Once upon a time there was a little boy called Luca TJ Bokser.

Luca TJ was a cute little boy with blonde curly hair, blue eyes and very long legs who loved his dummy very very much.

There were other things also that Luca TJ loved. He loved cars, but he loved his dummy even more than cars.
He loved chocolate and icecream, but he loved his dummy even more than chocolate and icecream.

One day Luca TJ's Mamma and Papa told him a story about the Dummy Fairy who visits Big Boys and Big Girls during the night and collects all their dummies because, being Big Boys and Big Girls, they don't need their dummies anymore. Apparently dummy's were only for Little Boys like Luca TJ's new baby brother Beni LJ.

Now as you can imagine Luca TJ was vey upset about saying goodbye to his dummy for his dummy was his best friend! How would he go to sleep without his dummy? When he falls over and hurts himself who will comfort him if he doesn't have his dummy?

The Dummy Fairy understands that it can be a very hard thing to say goodbye to your dummy, so to make it easier for Big Boys and Big Girls to do this she kindly leaves a very special present in place of all the dummies they have said goodbye to.

"Maybe this won't be the end of life as I know it after all" thought Luca TJ, for he also loves presents.

Although Luca TJ was feeling sad about having to say goodbye to his dummy, he was very much looking forward to getting a totally rad new present from the Dummy Fairy and wondered what she would give him...

Maybe it would be a big tree that grows gelato in the summer and hot chocolate in the winter?
Or maybe it would be his very own Porsche car, Ferrari car or Audi car? (because those are Luca TJ's favourite fast cars)

Any of these would be a worthy replacement for his dummy.

And so the evening came when Luca TJ had to place all his dummies on the chair in his bedroom and say goodbye. It wasn't as hard as he thought it would be because he knew when he woke up in the morning there would be a very special present waiting for him on the chair from the Dummy Fairy.

That night Luca TJ dreamed of driving fast cars while sucking on dummies dipped in chocolate and icecream.

In the morning when Luca TJ woke up he looked over at the chair in his bedroom and found that all his dummies had disappeared and in their place was... a really wicked fire truck! But it wasn't just any ol' firetruck. This one folded out into a city scene with roads, ramps and fast cars! Oh the joy! Oh the rapture and applause! Why have a dummy when you can have a really wicked fire truck instead?!

And so it came to be that Luca TJ Bokser went from being a Little Boy to a Big Boy overnight because he no longer has the need of a dummy and now has a really wicked fire truck.

His Mamma & Papa are still high-fiving each other that it worked so well.

And they all lived happily ever after.... or at least until Potty Training begins.

THE END.