A Mothers Lament

My spare room is now a nursery
Nappies and toys everywhere
A funny smell; which just won’t go
I’m pretending not to care

Little finger prints tell a story
There’s a very nice hand print in curry
I dread to think what’s under the sofa
I’m pretending not to worry

There’s pasta sauce on the carpet
The sofa is sticky with jam
My once pretty cushions are no longer cream
I’m pretending I don’t give a damn

All my cupboards have been emptied out
Will my house ever again be clean?
Nothing stays put for more than a minute
I’m trying not to scream

A mummy’s work is never done
My washing machine wants to die
My bloody back is killing me
I’m trying not to cry

I don’t own anything fashionable
Something to wear; without a stain, I can’t find
Nothing really fits me anyway
I’m pretending not to mind

It’s been a long time since I went out
But if I did it would just add to my debt
I seem to have aged 20 years very quickly
I’m trying not to be upset

I’ve no idea who’s at Number One
I‘m not ever sure what’s the day
But I can name all the characters ‘In the Night Garden’
I’m pretending that’s OK

I can no longer have a pee on my own
Or read a book, or have a good nights sleep
My time belongs to someone else now
I’m trying not to weep

I’m constantly interrupted
Or having something thrown at me
Always a noise. It’s never quiet.
At least I’m never lonely.

Perhaps I shouldn’t try to be Mary Poppins
Just be the best mum I can, everyday
I’ve been given the most wonderful gift
(Honestly) I wouldn’t have it any other way!

Joanne Borrill

So Proud.... (again)

Picked Jamie up from nursery today to be told he had done a wee on their toilet.

When I droped him off on Wednesday morning I made a point of showing him the toilet at nursery.  Luckily Zoe and Luke were both sat on the toilets at the time, and so we were able (with Beth) to talk about Jamie needing to tell the staff when he wanted a wee, and about using the nursery toilet like Zoe and Luke.

This didn't happen on Wednesday but certainly did on Friday. He even got a sticker from nursery!

It has been a week of break throughs on the toilet front as, although Jamie has wee'd on the floor twice this week, he has also done a number of poo's in the potty as well as sat on the toilet every morning.   He is quite happy to sat in front of the television on his potty in a morning and often goes without a nappy until just before we go out. 

He is now up to Number 7 on his Fireman Sam Reward Chatrt and so very near his Mike the Knight Playset - which he has decided he would rather have than a pet (Thank god!)

"Naughty Jamie"

Jamie has taken to telling us that it was 'Naughty Jamie' that was naughty, and not 'Nice' Jamie. 

I do hope this isn't the start of something deeply disturbing.....

Mr Grey?!

All this talk about Mr Grey! 

I am happy with Mr Tickle, Mr Bounce, Mr Daydream and Mr Perfect thank you!!

What Big Feet You Have!!

Not yet 3 years and 3 months and Jamie is a 10G!  Went for a proper fitting and a new pair of Clarks on Saturday and he is a 10G.  This is actually the first time we have paid full price for a pair of Clarks - £30 - as previous we have bought shoes from the sale rail. 

Granted there is a lot of 'growth' in his Rexy Stomposaurus trainers - they flash as well - but a size 10 seems really big.  And he is the same size as Will now!

A Little Accident...

I suppose it had to happen sometime and I know we have been very lucky that it has not happened until now, but last night Daddy screamed in a way I have not heard him scream for a long while.  The bath water had suddenly changed colour.....

Jamie has been under the weather for a few days now and has had diarrhoea periodically over the weekend.  We had put this down to grandads sugary 'treats' but since Monday he has had sickness as well.  Yesterday was a day of sleep and more sleep.  I really began to worry in the afternoon when, as well as his head hurting, he also kept saying his 'tummys hurting' but after vomiting a few times he seemed better.  I did ring Karen and she said just to keep him hydrated and give him Calpol for his head.

After the bath incident, Jamie shared my bed last night and daddy was on the sofa; which was good as Jamie did wake up in the night a few times and was sick (mainly fluid) about 3am this morning.

He is sleeping at the moment.   He only had a little piece of toast, but is drinking his juice, and has had some Calpol so am not too worried.  He just looks more washed out than anything.  Have (obviously) kept him out of nursery today and I have told them I won't be going into work this afternoon.  Fingers crossed he is better soon.

Can I go to the toilet mummy?

A phrase some of us all dream of.  At least I have been; following the mini traumas we have experienced along the way - not to mention the looks from some other mothers I won't mention when I tell them Jamie is still wearing nappy's!!

Saturday cousin Noah came to play and after changing his nappy, daddy put him in his Fireman Sam's (pants).   Jamie often asks now to wear his pants and not a nappy.  After a while of them running around, uncle Michael came in and said 'someone has had an acciddent'.  We all thought he meant a wee but it was a runny pooh on the hall carpet.  Its like having a cat again!

This afternoon we have been to Rand Farm  with Will and Nicola and after lunch Jamie asked to go to the toilet!  Unfortunately the (disabled) toilet was way too big to put Jamie on and of course I had not taken a potty.  This meant I had to tell Jamie to use his nappy.  Poor lad.  It must be really confusing for him.