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Not ready to blog yet but please email me and I will let you know I am ok! xxxx Thanks for the messages.

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Today was Alice's first day back at pre-school after the summer break. As our childminder has swanned off to New york for a week (something wrong here, we haven't made it to New york yet!) I was the one doing 'first day back'. Now this is even bigger than it seems. I took it into my head 2 days ago that it was finally bye-bye dummies for Alice.Good grief, some people are thinking - isn't Alice

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Oh dear. I had another one of those bright ideas this morning. See, this is what happens when I am home from work too much.The day promised dismal cloud, showers and blustery wind. Even dim me knew that trying to stay in and avoid it would be a recipe for lunacy, initially of the mad-playing-screaming-wrecking variety from my 2 quiet, shy, retiring flowers, and then the full-on get that nice,

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Some people I work with are becoming accustomed to me moaning about my hair. or being called my children's grandmother. Or my DH's Mum.In one conversation I gave a monologue about my grey sprinkling, how aging it was and how mine was happening earlier than anyone elses. I paused and looked up sorrowfully at my colleagues and said 'perhaps I should dye it....do YOU ever dye your hair?' Their

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has turned into a naughty little beast.Florence drew on the sofa in the playroom. Then her face. Then the doors.Florence grabs anything Alice has, runs off with it and stuffs it anywhere she can at speed.Florence goes into white-out meltdown if she's thwarted.Florence yells 'IDON'TWANNIT' if...she doesn't want it.Florence pulls at anything Alice is wearing and runs off with it.Florence yells 'I

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or...'How Bunny dropped off the face of the earth'.So...Friday was my birthday. Spent it in a way I am happy with, but probably not the most conventional. A friend's husband had died and Friday was his funeral. I am glad I went, for her. Not so glad at the DH off nights who INSISTED on coming. And didn't sleep. At all. And was a hideous, growling, snarling bear with a sore head by the time

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1. Newtons Law - for every action there is an equal and opposite reaction. For mummies this means that every developmental step has a DARK side. Ooooh, yippee, he's walking already. Oh holymotherofgodandallthebiggysaintpeople he's walked right out onto the road.2. Magnetism - this works in two ways: the first that a baby/toddler will be irresistably attracted to anything dangerous - if it's

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Who KNOWS what you'll get on here tonight. Don't ask me.I quite often have some buring issue that I just HAVE to share with my blogosphere friends but tonight....I dunno. Burble time.We had a fab day. Fab in the ordinary sense of having the family together. Not something that happens to often with police-officer-Stay-Late-DH. Nothing mind-blowingly extraordinary went on.We did yesterday's

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Today I had a bright idea.Says me to DH 'I know, why don't we take advantage of the one good day's weather this long weekend, bin the grocery shop, bin the new carseat hunt, and go to Legoland'Without any deeper thinking. That maybe, just maybe, the rest of the country was tihnking the same thing. And maybe, just maybe the M25 would be an exercise in staring into the car of the people in the

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I was mocked today. Mocked to within an inch of my life.I hate hate hate hate hate detest really don't like spiders. They appall me. My shoulders are shivering even typing about the beasts.So, at coffee this afternoon, at work, the conversation moved to spiders (no, I have no idea how, especially bearing in mind the previous topics - paedophiles, easy-on-the-eye police officers...and...I

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You had the excuses yesterday - now here's Bunny.Oh, my online friends, it's been a surreal couple of weeks...I have Georgia on my mind.We're kinda at overload with it - can't truly see what is to stop the russians doing exactly as they want. DH's family are safe so far, anything else is out of our hands. I have been doing a lot of praying and just hope there's a peaceful final resolution to

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I promise I will be back playing very soon - like tomorrow, start of 'ICOM' week.DH's parents are ok so far, thank you all of you for your lovely messages.I have been busy with a big investigation, and also catching up on some essay-writing (boooo) but looking forward to some more blobbity blog blog.Kisses

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Click here

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I may be one miserable son of a gun, ever poised to leap upon the potential negative in any given situation, but I am also very good at stepping back and seeing the bizarre humour in them too. Well, I think so, in fact, I make myself laugh myself silly. And that's good, right?!So....yes, it has been a horrendously tense week for us. DH has been watching the news in utter disbelief as the

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Forgive me, friends.DH is from Georgia and I don't suppose anyone has been able to avoid hearing what's going on there.Please pray the conflict is halted immediately and have his family in your prayers.Once I work through the oddness of thinking about family in a war zone I will be back on, promise...xxx

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DH had an idea. DH decided the door colour on our house (new build a year ago) wasn't to our liking (agreed) and it needed changing NOW. DH went and chose paint - a sedate navy blue.And then it all went horrifically wrong. Why oh why oh why oh WHY didn't I remember. Remember the bouncy laminate floor. Rememeber the falling blinds. Remember the 'blackout' blinds that were more like 'blind

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Rules:Answer each question with one word and tag four other people:. Where is your cell phone? Briefcase2. Your significant other? M3. Your hair? Brown/grey!4. Your mother? Confusing5. Your father? more confusing6. Your favorite thing? Clean sheets7. Your dream last night? dunno8. Your favorite drink? fat coke9. Your dream/goal? sleep10. The room you're in? living room11. Your hobby? blogging12.

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I am in the clearly enviable position of being a mother to 2 beautiful girls.One of them didn't even require a herd of highly paid medical professionals. Well, not at the start, anyway.So, isn't it strange how those few years of infertility out of my nearly 41 years on this earth are the ones I define myself by.It comes out at me daily, still, from many quarters...when people comment about how

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I have a summer cold, oh joy, oh me.As this song goes...woke up this morning, feeling (crap) knew something dah di dah CRAAAAP.Bunged up nose, tight chest which has the exciting promise of being a super DH-bugging cough and general blahness. With a nice side-order of that 'Colitis/Schmolitis' tummy pain flooring me in the shower, watched with interest by 2 random toddlers taking it in turns to

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(Just this once, I promise)I confess: I obsess about my health. I am seriously one of those 'little pain, gonna die' people...or is it 'little pain, gonna milk me some sympathy'?Over the years I NEVER go to the doctor with something trivial. Or rather, in my head it isn't trivial. Sometimes they even pay attention, and I might get an investigation out of it. But more often it's 'muscular/

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...fab work day with my cunning plan for my development lesson working out. Always nice when your idea of where people should be going comes into their own heads without obvious prompting. There's going to be a lot of happy trainee detectives out there!...definitely not so fab when an intended accolade is interpreted as an insult...did I write it wrong, is the person just looking for negatives,

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I have had a pants headache all day so am really utterly uncreative, other than 'which pain meds shall I try next' so here's an oldie from baby days, courtesy of my old Yahoo 360 blog.Bedtime routine for Mummy1110 climb into bed, check Florence tucked in, grab book, squint to read it by nightlight whilst mentally composing shopping list/phone calls to make.1130 get up for screaming Alice1140

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*Warning* - Mummy-centric post1. Girls getting dressed without a humungous showdown. I suspect it's the promise of the pool at the childminder's, rather than me turning into SuperNanny...but it works for me.2. Walking into the kitchen to find Florence marching along wearing cereal boxes on her legs. I almost wee'd. They were empty, Ihave no idea what posessed her to think of it but maaaaan..

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So......Award time :-)The first came from Ronda. Ronda appeared on my blog as a commenter, and I am always glad to see her. She's very supportive, friendly and ALWAYS ALWAYS has an encouraging and kind word to say. She also has rather a nice blog and is a book freak like me.Once an award is received, the rules are as follows:1. Put the logo on your blog.2. Add a link to the person who awarded you

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To Ronda and Dee for nominating me for awards.I have been ICLW happy tonight, catching up on all in the blogworld, and as such have left it a bit late to navigate my way onto putting it all onto here.But I did want to thank you both asap.Posting tomorrow and my nominations (and feel fab lucky to be able to nominate 2 lots of people!!!! :-D)

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High - thank you God, for the gorgeous weather, a miracle indeed for a week off booked in liaison with a police shift and colleagues holidays and ENGLISH WEATHER. Well done you!Low - Caravans and weather - incredibly hot when it's hot, with windows just made for toddler tumbling. And then, abracadabra, Mummy wakes up at 3am to change everyone's bedclothes because they're all cold.High - the girls

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So, all set for our holiday. I have spent the last 2 days cleaning, preparing and packing for us going down to Devon.Tuesday and Wednesday this week I woke up absolutely tingling with excitement, hoping the reality would live up to what was in my head, and eagerly awaited the start of real 'getting-ready-to-go'.A couple of things happened in the meantime, both not world-enders but I really do

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I had quite a day of it today.For 2 days every month I run a training course. Not my favourite part of my job, although once I am in there, and 'on-stage' I get on a roll and get on with it.Today's class started as usual and I was just setting them up for the icebreaker when one of the students got up and left the room with another student. I didn't think much about it, and my co-trainer

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Us girls had a fab fab fab day. DH not so good as the CURSED new car refused to start and he was late for work. Not helped of course, by me going out with the girls and him having to wait for me to get back to use my car....whoops.Me and the girls went to church this morning. A new experience for all of us - them, well there's so many firsts when you're 2 and 3 aren't there! Me, not because I

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Baby Barbie played up a lot at bedtime tonight.She insisted on getting into Florence's bed, and then proceded to make a nuisance of herself.Firstly she would NOT lay down, but insisted on dancing like a lunatic and made Florence sing for her.She then thought it would be funny to chuck the quilt off Florence.After this she persuaded Florence to stand up and jump.When Florence tried to drink her

Nichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02679343357841106045noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1043672224163306816.post-7410511757965479292008-07-11T20:23:00.003+01:002008-07-11T22:08:32.618+01:00

I have been using this product for some time now and I notice there seem to be a few bugs that aren't ironed out yet:1. The switch that is meant to turn it off at night-time sometimes seems to get stuck to the 'on' position, thereby causing me to be awake for extended periods.2. Along with the above problem, the 'sifting-through-worries' application seems to not only get stuck on, but also runs

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When they're tiny it's fighting through colic, or days and nights mixed up...and of course the regular round of waking up for night feeds. Babies love sleep, but quite often aren't actually that good at it at night.Then you move past the newborn phase, some people take the easy-come, easy-go route and don't have any structure to bedtime, some go for the co-sleeping either by design or from being

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This morning a cat was apprehended at the scene of the violent murder of a blackbird. Detectives attending the scene were reported as saying they 'rarely encounter scenes of such gratuitous and uncontrolled violence'.The suspect was found at the scene, crouching on a sofa, looking at the victim. Police said he was the prime suspect for the case, being found at the scene and having several

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so no blog. BAAAAAAAAH.Normal service will be resumed shortly - don't go away!

Nichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02679343357841106045noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1043672224163306816.post-90417983487373258612008-07-07T19:49:00.004+01:002008-07-07T20:11:04.589+01:00

Well, after admitting what a trog I look....might as well let you into the other dirty bits.1. Hoovering (or vacuuming for those over the pond). A little known, and in my opinion, much neglected bonus of having IVF (yes - BONUS) is - once those little embies are in there you're BANNED FROM HOOVERING! How good is that? Really makes spending £6k plus on injecting yourself with hideous drugs for 6

Nichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02679343357841106045noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1043672224163306816.post-66402540754062840442008-07-06T19:46:00.002+01:002008-07-06T20:06:05.375+01:00

Do you know one? Are YOU one?I most certainly am not. But today I bumped into one I know. I literally curled up into a little ball of envious, pathetic, gibbering scruffiness.I used to work with her. She now has 2 children - both conceived exactly as planned - #2 in a 1-week window when her blokie had a week back from Iraq. She planned his leave around her ovulation. Naturally they hit the

Nichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02679343357841106045noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1043672224163306816.post-46664809142150242802008-07-05T20:46:00.003+01:002008-07-05T21:06:48.234+01:00

That's how I feel tonight. Completely flat.I spent all day collecting little titbit memories to blog about (excluding the weekly saturday express-train to nervous breakdown grocery shop) and even had 2 goodies to get me kick-started.Then DH left for his night shift. And my mood, very quickly, quietly and thoroughly plunged. To flat. I hate hate hate these police shifts. He didn't get in till 10am

Nichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02679343357841106045noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1043672224163306816.post-48064279246124654232008-07-04T20:20:00.004+01:002008-07-04T20:44:17.119+01:00

I am always on here, blah-ing about myself or my girls, or work, or my toenails....or whatever pops into my head....But there's this 'aside-mentioned' person who never gets a look in. Not that he's bothered. He finds the idea of writing to either the ether or other people on the internet bizarre at best.He's just left work for a night shift, and as it always does, my heart drifts through the

Nichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02679343357841106045noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1043672224163306816.post-62077449100030697732008-07-03T20:42:00.002+01:002008-07-03T20:55:48.277+01:00

A little dripping tap of mini-annoyances turned today into 'utterly fed up and wants to win the lottery and buy a house and a beach'.Here is not the place for me to list them, work stuff, individually I would have ridden them and thought 'bah, curses, how frustrating'. Together, one by one they totally knocked my mood and now you lot get a whiny blog (ah, but I did WARN you, in my profile!)So,

Nichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02679343357841106045noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1043672224163306816.post-71276968883322035542008-07-02T20:21:00.002+01:002008-07-02T20:39:52.612+01:00

1. If you haven't eaten it before, don't try it.2. Unless it's on Mum or Dad's plate, then eat all of it.3. If they try to move some of the food on their plate onto yours, halt this action immediately by means of screaming hysterically like a crowd of wolverines is attacking you.4. If you're not too sure if you've tried it before, best to stay on the safe side and follow above rules 1-3.5. '

Nichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02679343357841106045noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1043672224163306816.post-63014328277229320382008-07-01T21:28:00.003+01:002008-07-01T21:47:35.818+01:00

Oh my sodding stomach. It's out of control. It's its own universe. It lives its own life, has its own job and I think (hope) has booked its own holiday.I wasn't exactly sylph-like before my babies, but this is NOT FUNNY. Ironically, Ihave thread-like arms, child-sized wrists and ankles of a young gazelle. And the gut of a dart-playing, beer-swilling, pie-eating fat bastard.Sit ups you say - the

Nichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02679343357841106045noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1043672224163306816.post-66635680810172406992008-06-30T19:47:00.002+01:002008-06-30T20:01:51.199+01:00

All is well. Florence started thedayin the same state as yesterday, completely refusing to put any weight on her right leg. She did a weird kind of leopard crawl out of her bedroom to come and have a nosy, but that was it.By lunchtime you wouldn't know anything had happened. I am so relieved.Being a bit of a worrier (really?!) this of course just reinforces all my irrational fears - naturally

Nichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02679343357841106045noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1043672224163306816.post-43929910594660953782008-06-29T20:41:00.002+01:002008-06-29T20:47:22.159+01:00

A fun playdate ended rather suddenly with Florence screaming in agony. There was some rough and tumble, and my friend and I had just popped in the kitchen for 5 seconds when it happened, so we're not too sure what actually went on.But it was a swift packing of a bag with snacks, and off to A and E to get her checked out. She can't bear weight on it, and REALLY cries if she tries. The x-ray was

Nichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02679343357841106045noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1043672224163306816.post-28750193321143249982008-06-28T20:43:00.004+01:002008-06-28T21:09:18.060+01:00

I am pretty sure Alice doesn't have cystitis. I lay in bed with bated breath, awaiting the shrieks when she got up this morning and went to the loo. Nothing, just her usual monologue, informing me of her plans for the day, and how Florence mustn't take Mr Tickles, oh no, he is her toy, Florence has her own, and when we go to Tesco we need to buy some jelly tots.....So, curioser and curioser. I

Nichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02679343357841106045noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1043672224163306816.post-71586948937504396852008-06-27T23:43:00.003+01:002008-06-28T00:03:22.006+01:00

I am pretty sure Alice has cystitis. The screams and tears when she went to the loo before bed were horrific, and the way she's walking tells its own story.So, here in Olde Englande we can either boil up some toads and crush with the hair of a 100 year old woman, add a little sugar to taste.....or equally problematic is how you can get medical attention in the UK out of Monday-Friday 9-6 (2 hrs

Nichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02679343357841106045noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1043672224163306816.post-89853027898255698632008-06-26T19:41:00.002+01:002008-06-26T19:53:09.358+01:00

I held a v near newborn today. Actually, I had him sleeping on my shoulder for an hour. Popped in to see a friend and her little boy, Leyton. What a darling! and how small are they?! Little tinker, he definitely likes a sleep on a person!I am on my knees tonight. DH has been on late shifts all week, not finishing until at least midnight, not getting home until 1230 earliest and last night

Nichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02679343357841106045noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1043672224163306816.post-6950169282633605492008-06-25T20:40:00.002+01:002008-06-25T21:07:31.866+01:00

I did a brave thing today. For the last 2-3 months I have been filling a manager's post temporarily. I was also still fulfilling my usual role. Not good. Add DH and his steep learning curve as a new police officer, his car accident and my now being unable to sleep when he's on shift. Recipe for one pissed off little bunny. I have been going down, down, down for a few weeks now. I had some

Nichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02679343357841106045noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1043672224163306816.post-73051856133455544502008-06-24T15:54:00.002+01:002008-06-24T16:01:12.542+01:00

in the virtual sense, of course. DH's shifts and my 2 moppets mean that going and drinking alcopops and dancing until 4am aren't on the to-do list. Or even would be if there weren't DH's shifts and my 2 moppets.No, the internet has been a lonely place for me since leaving yahoo, and let's all be honest here, I was pretty much fulfilling the 'billy-no-mates' role for a fair while anyway. So, no

Nichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02679343357841106045noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1043672224163306816.post-40327178970924323362008-06-23T19:47:00.002+01:002008-06-23T20:01:03.249+01:00

Wow! What a huuuuuuge poo - you clever girl!!!Bedtime!Try not to get up too early tomorrow, darling - 7am is plenty early enoughWhich toys do you want in the bath?Look, eat your dinner with this fork, it's a princess oneWhy do you hate boys?I know, mummy IS a brilliant dancerYou'd like to do jigsaws AGAIN?'The wheels on the bus go round and round...and round...and round'Hey, let's all have fun

Nichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02679343357841106045noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1043672224163306816.post-7439279999150975842008-06-22T22:05:00.002+01:002008-06-22T22:12:51.100+01:00

I think there's a glitch in the matrix, or rather my little matchstick-sized 3-year dose of progesterone is in free-fall.All weekend I have been a pathetic, near tears mess. DH and I have been getting on really well for a bit now (nothing like the horrors of the mean streets of Luton to make him realise home is where the heart is, and he also doesn't usually get called 'pig' here).But this

Nichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02679343357841106045noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1043672224163306816.post-70472205539961649522008-06-22T19:41:00.002+01:002008-06-22T19:49:09.859+01:00

Alice is a very sunny-natured girl. She's very chatty, giggly and open and actively enjoys joining in and 'helping' Mummy. So, will someone please explain exactly what has happened this weekend??!! She's 3 1/2 soon, and I do vaguely remember a friend talking about how her little boy turned into a small devil-incarnate around this age.Alice uses NO and really means it. She deliberately baits

Nichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02679343357841106045noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1043672224163306816.post-15215129602978848852008-06-21T21:20:00.002+01:002008-06-21T21:21:28.802+01:00

I managed it! Obviously addicted now and looking at blog templates everywhere....anyone know anywhere nice? And, Keep....I know-ish how to do it - gimme a shout.xxxx

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Lost all my pics and nice stuff and haven't actually found anything I like....tips anyone?

Nichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02679343357841106045noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1043672224163306816.post-66309926863309308992008-06-20T12:27:00.002+01:002008-06-20T12:43:18.455+01:00

How a cat will quickly adjust to sneaking upstairs to sleep cos Daddy's on nightsHow much a little dot of a 2-year old can eat when she feels like it, oink oinkHow instantly children know sweets, crisps and chocolate are NICEHow vile ironing is, no matter how much or little you do itHow a man being on a night shift is waaaaaay more tiring than a woman getting up at 6 and working through till 5

Nichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02679343357841106045noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1043672224163306816.post-31363347507637529362008-06-16T20:36:00.002+01:002008-06-16T20:46:42.914+01:00

DH was in a car crash. Yes, he's ok, thank heavens. This actually happened 2 weeks ago...I woke up at 5am and realised DH hadn't arrived home from a supposed 3am finish of his night shift. I tried really hard to not think bad things, and just laid in bed, hoping he was just stuck in Custody with some scummo, or doing paperwork, or one of the 1001 things that keep a Police Officer away from

Nichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02679343357841106045noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1043672224163306816.post-83117694063628310172008-06-14T20:13:00.002+01:002008-06-14T20:20:47.873+01:00

It really has been.DH finally has a weekend off and we've really enjoyed being with the girls together, and re-connecting as a couple. Shopping this morning, the girls were so well-behaved, Alice 'helpfully' selecting things, but quite happily replacing them (there's only so many parsnips Mummy can cook for a Sunday Lunch), and Florence sucking an entire satsuma to death.We then went for a walk,

Nichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02679343357841106045noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1043672224163306816.post-64899169593086564782008-06-04T21:26:00.002+01:002008-06-04T21:33:21.526+01:00

You know what?I am actually too annoyed to blog this.Sufficient to say: men, can't live with them, can't bury them under a disused railway track and not chance being on a murder charge.HMMMPPPPFFF.

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underneath 1000's spots...poor, poor little thing. She's doing well with it, moodwise she's not bad at all, ate a little better today, some horrific nappies...but SO MANY SPOTS.We're using calamine cream, piriton at nights and just picked up some homeopathic pills called 'Rhus Tox' on the advice of one of my friends. We always use homeopathic where we can, and to date have found it fab - esp.

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and she's covered, poor little mite. It really does hit siblings harder. She's quite restless tonight, has been off her food and is v clingy. I could weep looking at all the spots. I could almost watch them coming up earlier.Poor Florence xxx

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Oh, what a fab fab fab fab day!We went to a Safari Park with the girls (of course!) Woburn Safari Park isn't too far from us, and today being the only predicted good weather for Bank Holiday weekend, we seized the day. We were a little worried, in case the girls got scared of the up-close-and-personal view of the animals (they live wild and you drive round in your car) but they (and we) loved

Nichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02679343357841106045noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1043672224163306816.post-37114934012741835342008-05-21T15:33:00.002+01:002008-05-21T15:53:26.763+01:00

...as she asked why I hadn't posted in so long. Well, we discussed that but here's some stuff been happening apart from that!Alice has had chicken pox, albeit very mildly (lucky us) For once she was a google-perfect child and her first 'lesion' looked exactly like the one google gave me! She wasn't terribly poorly, although in the week before it showed up she was ill, and also didn't get too

Nichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02679343357841106045noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1043672224163306816.post-85781678115308828042008-04-30T21:33:00.002+01:002008-04-30T21:39:44.472+01:00

1. Eat (OBVIOUSLY)2. Turn into a screeching, hysterical banshee with DH as soon as he comes in, over an issue you could quite easily have discussed like 2 humans who have vowed to be life partners3. Look for funny stuff on the net (takes some doing)4. Start a blog entry cos so much of the supposedly 'funny' stuff on the net is dire. And makes you feel more pissy.5. Ignore the cat's pleading

Nichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02679343357841106045noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1043672224163306816.post-69280138090776755582008-04-27T20:30:00.003+01:002008-12-09T21:13:52.635Z

On July 10th 2005 Alice was being looked after by my lovely midwife friend, and DH and I were scrubbing our house out, on our knees. It was a hot day and I kept coming over all 'funny'. Made myself drink more and cracked on.A week or so after we moved I felt the usual rumblings of AF on her way...day after day...every morning I woke up with enough AF pain to be absolutely convinced she would be

Nichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02679343357841106045noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1043672224163306816.post-67736867262180602782008-04-24T19:45:00.004+01:002008-12-09T21:13:53.008Z

We first saw Alice when she was tiny. Microscopic. 4 cells big. Alice was the happy result of our 2nd IVF, after 5 chemical pregnancies and 3.5 years of tears, frustration and angst.I joined Weightwatchers 5 days past transfer, I was so lacking in hope and knew we'd decided this was the end of the line for us. 2 days in I was eating like a horse and my 20 'points' didn't seem to be enough to keep

Nichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02679343357841106045noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1043672224163306816.post-81242657469780730342008-04-23T22:53:00.002+01:002008-04-23T23:15:53.006+01:00

0600 - up, get me ready0615 - go prepare b/fast, feed yowling cat, check BlackBerry for days appts0700 - girls up, wash, chase and dress, try to stuff b/fast down0745 - girls and me into car (me driving seat, if I am lucky) and drop off at Sam's0830 - Arrive at work and catch up on sodding 35 emails sent since I left at 4 yesterday0845 - 1st appt of the day - Student from 6m ago hasn't used what

Nichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02679343357841106045noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1043672224163306816.post-41573086565261135802008-04-19T20:08:00.002+01:002008-04-19T20:12:39.999+01:00

http://www.next.co.uk/shopping/children/girlsshoes/4/3I can't just post a pic, website doesn't let you save them. But on a rainy afternoon, with DH at football, what are us girls meant to do?!SHOP And did we. DH should have been alerted by my browsing history last night tee hee.Alice has the red ones. We're both drooling we're so in love with them. Florence has FiFi wellies, which she is

Nichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02679343357841106045noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1043672224163306816.post-79025007668342785342008-04-18T22:12:00.002+01:002008-04-18T22:29:53.455+01:00

Sorry long time no blog!What's been happening (and this will be a whistle stop tour as you can see what time it is and I am bushed!)In the last blah weeks we've been...Working on sorting out Florence's seeming lack of comprehension that nighttime is for sleeping, not for demanding anything she can think of: (this is not an exhaustive list: dummy, mo-mo the monkey, Scooby Doo, Alice, me, DH, the

Nichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02679343357841106045noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1043672224163306816.post-42110363948666682632008-04-04T20:09:00.002+01:002008-12-09T21:13:53.410Z

We had to take the car for its estimate today, and after having woken up in a murder scene again (ok trying to paint a picture here!) I thought I might as well try to get in at the docs.So, set up blood tests for menopause...MENOPAUSE...I am 40!!! not 50! no words of concern, comfort, just coldly ordered the blood tests, said depending on them they'll remove the implanon oh and you probably have

Nichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02679343357841106045noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1043672224163306816.post-39582559431340436812008-04-03T19:40:00.003+01:002008-04-03T20:12:34.724+01:00

Young Florrie kicked off again last night. She first of all woke for some milk, gulped it, went quiet for 10 mins then it started....she'd had 8oz, but kept asking for more. There was NO way I fancied doing the complete bed/room clean and 2 baths to clean up sick so I refused...and refused. She just got more and more angry, and DH (BLESS HIM) gave me a huge cuddle and said 'we're going to get

Nichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02679343357841106045noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1043672224163306816.post-75382598832698635352008-04-02T21:14:00.002+01:002008-12-09T21:13:53.605Z

Just when you think you have everything sussed..something changes. Over the last few days Florence has been showing big signs of separation anxiety. Last night, as I blogged yesterday was not good. Unfortunately tonight was a repeat. The good news is, Florence ISN'T poorly. She was fine in the morning, and all day. The bad news, of course, is that bedtimes are something to once again dread.

Nichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02679343357841106045noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1043672224163306816.post-50531830409704374352008-04-01T20:22:00.002+01:002008-04-01T20:49:29.025+01:00

Not the best of bedtimes here tonight. After a wonderful, happy, funny teatime and bathtime things went rapidly downhill, starting with the expected onslaught of crying from Florence. She seems to have hit another separation anxiety moment and it's the worst so far. Apart from the huuuge clinginess she's displaying currently, we now have a big battle at bedtime with her grabbing me and not

Nichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02679343357841106045noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1043672224163306816.post-51985801731351884742008-03-31T14:03:00.002+01:002008-03-31T14:13:44.536+01:00

I had booked today in as a dayto work from home. Events since friday, the car and something else too distasteful to mention on a pretty blog like this gave me a re-think. I decided last night I was just in no mood to sit alone with a computer, but would be better off doing what I had planned in work.All good, dragged me and the girls up at the crack of dawn (this clock thing sucks) got us all

Nichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02679343357841106045noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1043672224163306816.post-25165332731881780722008-03-30T21:12:00.002+01:002008-03-30T21:21:13.754+01:00

Glory be! We were finally blessed with a warm, springlike, sunny day. The tulips I planted at the front are starting to push through the ground, and there's shoots coming on the clematis.After a swift whizz around Tesco we went off to some woods near us, where there's a large lake full of wildfowl. Took some bread for them, and a picnic for us. I can't tell you how gorgeous it was, amazingly

Nichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02679343357841106045noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1043672224163306816.post-13560090748034208732008-03-29T20:13:00.002Z2008-03-29T20:23:23.104Z

That's what we played today. Luckily the weather was do-able, and first thing DH said let's take advantage and take the girls somewhere, as Easter weather was such a disaster.We went to a place called Gulliver's Land. It's I suppose a theme park, but on an extremely small scale, and mostly aimed at little ones. We were a bit concerned as to how the day would go when Florence, immediately upon

Nichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02679343357841106045noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1043672224163306816.post-37642911624145328892008-03-28T19:14:00.005Z2008-12-09T21:13:56.344Z

NOTHING WHATSOEVER.ugh ugh ugh UGHHHHHHHHH. Bloody hell, only me, it could only happen to me. I get the doctor who skipped the 'female anatomy' bit of his medical books.In comes the ubiquitous nurse 'do you know what the doctor's going to do, dear?....blah blah cervix...legs.....blah blah.....poke really hard with a big stick....' I (through gritted teeth) told the nurse I was fine without the

Nichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02679343357841106045noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1043672224163306816.post-35303961586754756012008-03-27T20:17:00.000Z2008-03-27T20:49:00.622Z

The best laid plans of Bunnies invariably go tits-up. Careful, obsessive, meticulous scheduling of cold medication in my oh-so-virgo perfectionist way went the way of all things over-rehearsed - wrong. I planned it so I could have Night Nurse for around bedtime, thus obviously guaranteeing a blissful, restful slide into dreamland to wake refreshed and glorious the next morning. Alternatively,

Nichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02679343357841106045noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1043672224163306816.post-5964870567929299252008-03-26T20:14:00.000Z2008-03-26T20:45:30.913Z

What a 'nothing' day. Haven't been feeling terribly well, some man-flu type cold has set up house in my throat and today only really happened with the guest appearance of Day Nurse.Some minor work successes, and giving that I felt poo and caught myself staring at the computer blankly on several occasions, is good news. I was actually meant to be teaching today, but between them, the grand total

Nichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02679343357841106045noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1043672224163306816.post-36620887951228608042008-03-25T19:52:00.000Z2008-03-25T20:02:38.824Z

1. I have a cold2. I have a cold coming3. I have had a cold and haven't eaten more than 20 calories in a week4. I didn't eat all day, so scoffing the contents of the fridge like a rabid buffalo just makes up for what I missed all day5. I cleaned the oven, and everyone knows that burns approximately 33 million calories6. I am depressed7. I am happy8. I have AF/coming9. I am pregnant10. I

Nichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02679343357841106045noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1043672224163306816.post-25064381347492828902008-03-24T13:49:00.000Z2008-03-24T14:20:01.429Z

After having Florence (and Alice but it got way worse after Florence) I got so the merest sniffle would have me in a complete lather, petrified of something horrific going on - it wasn't just a sniffle, it was meningitis, and if I wasn't fast spotting it, we'd be too late and lose her. Or DH would take her out for a drive/shopping and be later than I expected - I would be convinced that the

Nichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02679343357841106045noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1043672224163306816.post-20341080224591446762008-03-23T20:21:00.000Z2008-03-23T20:35:13.311Z

Easter Sunday greeted us with beautiful falling snow. Both girls were facinated, snow isn't a regular occurrance in the UK. Despite being such a weather-obsessed little island, we're remarkably crap at handling it. DH and I adore listening to our little local radio station, where the discuss gardening tips, ongoing complaints with various companies and every sunday they run a 'scavenger hunt'

Nichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02679343357841106045noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1043672224163306816.post-54575371160607377332008-03-21T21:23:00.000Z2008-03-21T21:39:30.378Z

How bizarre, I feel under the spotlight here. I am no blog virgin, but this feels so cold and sterile and empty at the moment!!Ok, I am just going to pretend it isn't new, and I have lived here ages. No preamble, you'll just have to get to know us as I go along - introductions are so formal and uuuurgghhhhhh.Today - weather pants to middling. DH entered conciousness in twat-mode so that didn't

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