Tough kid.

Want to hear about my tough little guy?

We had huge storms here late last week. Thunder, lightning, heavy rain, the works.

So I was down the other end of our home when I heard the loudest thunder I had heard in years followed by a small blackout. I ran to find Ollie expecting him to be totally freaked out, but no.

He looked at me and said "that was a big one, wasn't it mum"

Thats one tough kid!!!

The Glass Lake by Maeve Binchy

Yet another book passed onto me by my Mother In Law - although I must tell you the famous pile under the bed is finally dwindling.

This was not a bad read, as with most of the books from under the bed, Its not something I would ordinarily choose to read, but its easy reading.

As with other books written by Maeve I found that there were a few too many characters and they were a little hard to follow.

The general gist of the book is that a young girl's mother goes missing thought drowned and she is then contacted by a friend of her mother's who corresponds with her. Most people with a brain will be able to work this book out once they start reading it but as I mentioned, its easy and it has a happy ending!

2.5 out of 5 for this one, another non life changing read, but it was nice enough.

Sleep.....when?

Picture this.....

A more than exhausted mummy crawls into bed, all is quiet and still.

At midnight she is woken by the loud snores of her snivelling unwell husband, and kicks him hard to get him to stop.

At three her tiny baby boy wakes for a feed, 40 minutes later thet are both tucked back in their respective beds however tiny boy is a little restless so tired mummy sleeps with one eye open in case she has to rise again.

Husband resumes snoring and gets another kick.

Male dog is doing lord knows what, but it is noisy and keeps mum awake.

At 5am tiny baby stirs and male dog asks mum - not dad, to go out, mum gets back to bed only to find her side of the bed has been taken by small 2 year old boy.

Tired mummy grabs tiny baby boy, pushes small 2yr old boy over and the all snuggle together.

Husband retires to the couch.

Tired mum and wife has no sympathy.

Its overhaul time

Flynn is no longer a newborn and I have decided I can no longer rest on having a newborn to look so scrappy.

So it starts this weekend. Haircut and colour first (oh the bliss).

The sheriff of Nottingham called and asked for his forest back, so I'm booking in for a wax from head to toe.

My face is looking fabulous from the vast amounts of water I need to feed Flynn so it could use a buff and polish - best book in for a facial

Meanwhile Ollie feels like a ten ton tessie compared to Flynn and Im sure I felt something in my back go the other night when I was lifting him into bed....must be in need of a massage and a trip to the Chiropractor I think.

Ive got a few kilos left to loose as well....need to squeeze in the gym again.

Can't wait to get started, and to start feeling slightly humanly adult like again, otherwise poor Flynn is going to grow up thinking he has a feral for a mother.

A new look, or not?

Do you like my new look, it is courtesay of some help from the lovely Tara

Thanks so much Tara, Im loving my new blog!

Speaking of new looks, now that I am almost rid of the post baby bulge I decided today that I would take some time out and buy some new clothes. Off I went with my wad of cash excited and ready to spend, I visited all three of my favourite boutiques and have walked away with nothing, nada, zilch. I tried on nearly everything in my size with no joy.

Why is it that when I have the time and money to shop there's not a thing to be found, but you can guarentee when Im in a rush, have a screaming child and not a cent to my name that Ill find a shop full of things that I just have to have.

So Ive made myself a hair appointment at least I can look glamourous in rags.

Back to the grind

Home again from our little holiday away and what a lovely break we had, lots of sun, a book completed and the makings of a decent summer tan.

Ollie discoverd fishing and is hooked...pardon the pun! A two year old, already a keen fisherman...this my friends is a mother's dream. I am having visions of trips away to the coast, dad and the boys out fishing and mummy happily sunning herself with a good book, or being massaged, or shopping, or sleeping...being a mum to boys may just be my calling in life!

Even though Im still stumbling through the middle of the night feeds Im feeling slightly rested and a little relaxed. I do love a good holiday!

Losing the dummy

We decided this Christmas without consulting Ollie that it was time to lose his dummy, he was all for the idea too, we talked about it for weeks before, we told him that we were going to give Santa his dummy and asked him what he would like Santa to give him in return.

His response "A present" - an easy child to please, I must admit the idea of just wrapping up a box did cross my mind...but when further probed we were told that he would like a blue train. Again a request not to hard to accomodate for my train obsessed little man.

And so the dasdardly night arrived. We put Ollies dummy (fondly known as E - which I might add sounds just fantastic when you are walking down the street offering your two year old his "e") in a Christmas stocking and left it along with a beer for Santa. It took him a few goes to put it in there, he kept having one last suck and then telling us that he really didn't want to give it to Santa, "Yes you do" we told him enthusiastically.

Bedtime.....more like nightmare time. The tantrums and crying started, I might add this was at 9pm and we still had a whole lot of Santa business to attend too. More crying, more tantrums and finally we managed to get him to sleep we even let him sleep in our bed because we felt so damn guilty about the whole affair, but guilt or not the dummy was going.

And so Ollie asleep, Flynn wakes for a feed an hour later we finally attend the that secret Santa business. Just as we were finishing up Ollie woke again crying and asking, begging, pleading for his E. One of us held him back to stop him from coming out and giving the Santa game away. We finally all climbed into bed together and Ollie lay pining like a little puppy for his lost "E".

Finally Ollie drifted off to sleep broken hearted, DD passed out and of course, Flynn woke for a feed, so I sat up by myself with my eyes hanging out of my head longing for bed and wondering how I would make it through Christmas day....Merry Christmas me. I probably managed about an hour and a half sleep that night, so there was no damn way I was giving in after all that pain.

The next night was not so bad, he asked for it a couple of times, but I must admit we kept him out late and drove around til he fell asleep in our car to save ourselves some pain, and attempt to get to bed at a reasonable hour. Same for the next night and then the night after that, it wasn't asked for.

And so finally we are dummy free. The blue train was a hit and now Im shoving one in Flynn's mouth so we can go through the pain all over again in two years time.