What happened to my house?!

Do you ever have one of those moment when you look around you and think, what the hell happened to my house?!

I just did!!

My once very minimalist bathroom is now littered with multi-coloured plastic ornaments and a Darth Vader* toothbrush and the tv unit in the living room has been turned into a lorry car park!



I say this smiling by the way. I’m not complaining, just sharing my amusement as this seemed to happen without us realising. I won’t get started on the what once was a ‘sun room’ room! 🙂



* It has just been pointed out to me that the toothbrush is not Darth Vader. In that case, I don’t even know what the toothbrush is! That is how little control I have over the plastic!


Are we entering the terrible twos?

Ummm, so my toddler has turned into a teenager literally overnight. The irony is if you read my last post ‘A successful Easter Sunday‘ written only last Monday, I praise my little man for a tantrum free day. That now seems a distant sweet memory.

Everything now is ‘no’, complete with frown and vigorous head shake.

Me – “Can I have a kiss?”   Baby B – ‘No

Me – “Come and get dressedBaby B – ‘No‘ as he runs off in the other direction

Me – “It’s bath time”  Baby B –  ‘No‘  as he arches back when I go to pick him up so I nearly drop him

Me – “Time to get out, bath time’s over. Say goodnight to the shower”  Baby B – ‘No‘ and does back arch again which is even more hazardous when wet

Me – “Do you want to watch Tree Foo Tom”  Baby B – ‘No’  as I think, shit we’re in trouble, that was one of his favourite programs!

Anyway, you get the drift.

I’m guessing the ‘terrible twos’ don’t literally start as the clock strikes 12 on his second birthday, so is this what this is?!

The only question that I don’t get a ‘No‘ to is ‘Do you want something to eat?’. The boy is eating like it is going out of fashion. In fact, it is role reversal and after he has had his fourth breakfast of the morning this is how it goes;

Baby B – “Toast”  Me – “No, you have had a slice

Baby B – “Egg”  Me – “No, you have had one. Remember you had it after your toast

Baby B – “BanannnnaMe – “No, you had a whole one 6am!”

Baby B – “Apple”  Me – “No, you can have one later

Baby B – “Coookie”  Me – “No, its only 6.30am. Ok fine, you can have an apple“.

Are the terrible two’s often accompanied by extreme hungry by any chance?! How do you combat the constant ‘No’s’ and most importantly, how long will this last people?!

A successful Easter Sunday

The mood that Baby B is in can truly make or break a day. Yesterday we went round to friends in Windsor for Easter lunch hoping that Baby B would be on good form. He has been ill all week with a bug but seemed to have finally made a recovery.

It was a lovely informal affair but in a beautifully formal house with endless glass ornaments which had ‘smash’ written all over them. Further, the very talented Max was making three delicious courses which as wonderful as that is for me and my irrepressible greed, it is not wonderful for Baby B, who tends to get restless after 20 minutes in a highchair.

Anyway, I write this post because all my fears and worries were unfounded as Baby B was on amazing form. Everything went our way yesterday and we had an awesome afternoon. The house was under a main flight path from Heathrow and for a little boy who is literally obsessed with aeroplanes, one plane passing over head every minute, more then kept him busy.


They also have a cat, Baby B has never actually come face to face with a cat before. He was amazingly gentle and respectful to the cat and the Alfie the cat and him spent some quality time together watching the planes go by.


Baby B was granted the key role of serving the delicious spaghetti dish that Max had prepared and enjoyed trying some himself at the table. He deemed it ‘de-lious’ – a big compliment to any chef! Nice one Max!


Baby B danced on demand, treated the audience to some beautiful, albeit slightly unique, renditions of ‘Old MacDonald’, ‘Baa Baa Black Sheep’, ‘Twinkle Twinkle’ and ‘ABC’ before mopping their kitchen floor and rearranging the kitchen cupboard. All of this without one tantrum! Result!

We left just in the nick of time as the eye rubbing started and the he feel asleep in the car on the way home. So proud of my little man. If only all days were like this!

Thanks for having us over you lovely people – you know you are 🙂 xxx

Parent of the day

Picture the scene this morning, bottom of the stairs, attempting to get the family out of the front door. I am trying to get Baby B ready to go outside –

“No, Baby B no, I am just trying to put your shoes on, stay still, stop struggling, you love these shoes, why are you making this harder than it needs to be” – You get the idea.

Daddy comes downstairs, pulls a funny face, makes Baby B laugh, says in a kind, gentle voice ‘Shall we put your shoes on?’ to which Baby B, sits himself down on the bottom step and offers up this left foot.

Done, no problem at all.

So how come I had spent the previous 10 mins wrestling with a sweaty and very angry Baby B whose main form of self-defence in this case was to try to bite my arm.

Because Daddy is in favour today. Parent of the day.

Tomorrow it will be me and Baby B will seek comfort in Mumma when Daddy tells him off for trying to stand on his guitar.

But today is Daddy is the parent of the day and there is nothing I can do about it.

Honestly, I do sometimes think that at 21 months Baby B is smart enough to play us off against each other, whilst providing us both with just enough love and affection that we both want him on our side. Genius. Perhaps he will be a hostage negotiator or a lawyer one day!

Bottle v Cup

Advice please.

Baby B is 21 months old and righty or wrongly, he still has and loves, his bottle. He has two a day, one first thing in the morning and one last thing at night.

On Sunday I was talking with a ‘sleep consultant’ at the Baby Show about my Baby B waking so early (5am everyday for the past week) and she straightaway asked me if he still had a bottle, to which I replied yes. She was adamant that this would be one of the reasons why he was waking so early and that it had to stop.

I know that you are supposed to wean babies off their bottle after the first year (or so I have read) but he loves it and I have never really worried about weaning him off it. Quite frankly you don’t see adults walking round with bottles, so I am pretty sure he will give it up at some point! Just like he did his dummy.

The problem is that now I have told, I feel that I must move him off the bottle, or essentially I am ignoring the advice of a professional. This however, is easier said then done. He LOVES his bottle and whilst he will drink water from his tippy cup, is not a fan of his milk being presented in one as I did this morning.


As I write, the tippy cup sits three quarters full on the floor and I am sad that my little one hasn’t enjoyed his morning warm milk. I felt a real pang of sadness when I gave him the cup as I felt that it is a big step and perhaps it’s me that isn’t ready to move on. Feel that he is still my baby and that he should still be able to have a bottle if he wants one.

Am I wrong, it is me that is holding him back!? After a couple of days I am sure he will accept his milk in a tippy cup but then that would mean the end of bottle and the end of my baby baby stage.

I have to stop this?!

I have to stop this?!

Advice/comments really welcome and appreciated please!

Thank you x

First experience of a night terror

Last night we experienced our first night terror (which for some reason I keep calling a tremor) with Baby B.

Baby B woke up screaming and thrashing around with strength I can only imagine the Incredible Hulk would have been happy with.

Because he has been restless in his sleep lately and suffering with his teeth, I originally thought he woke up crying in pain, but the screaming was so relentless we quickly turned to google.

It was the complete terror on his face that gave it away and the fact that no amount of comforting him was making it better.

I can honestly say that I found it all pretty terrifying and very difficult to watch. We took it in turns trying to cuddle and restrain him. He was like a child possessed. I took a nice backwards head butt to the lip and Daddy took to the guitar to see if a quick rendition of Ho Hey by the Lumineers (Baby B’s favourite song) could help rouse him from his nightmare sleep.

Nothing worked. In the end, Baby B calmed down and started to drift off lying on my chest into a peaceful sleep. In total I think he screamed and fought us for nearly 15 minutes.

Is there anything that can be done to help avoid night terrors!? (Not tremors, googling night tremors took me down a whole different path!) Without sounding dramatic, I can’t bare the thought of them happening regularly, even though Wikipedia assures me that the children don’t remember them – I think I will! I had read about them but I didn’t think they could be soo awful.

Just when you think peaceful sleep filled nights are coming your way…….

Poor little dude, he sounds rather sexy today with hoarse voice after all the screaming, but you would never know that he turned into a boy version of the Exorcist last night and Wikipedia says that I shouldn’t remind him!