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!

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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! 🙂

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* 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!

Homeward Bound.

I write this as I sit in the lounge waiting for our flight, its just after 7pm. We got here a bit early (4 hours to be exact!) but you know what’s it is like on a travel day when you don’t really relax because you just want to get home.  This is of course heightened when going home means getting to see our baby boy, who we haven’t seen for 5 whole (long baths and lie in filled) days.

If you are a reader of Up All Hours, you will know that B has been with his Nonna, who has done a sterling job of looking after him. So much so that B has often been too busy to speak to us on Skype over the last 5 days.

So I am sitting here writing and my other half is filming every plane that takes off and lands for our aeroplane obsessed son.

Aeroplane Heaven

Aeroplane Heaven

Travelling without your child is strange. I have spent the last 21 months moaning to my long suffering other half that I miss my freedom and my travel. I used to travel a fair bit with work and loved it. And now that I have jumped back into the saddle as Baby B is a little older, I find myself travelling, but still moaning. This time because I missed him.

The grass just isn’t greener! Travelling sadly, just not the same anymore. Damn, you Baby B – can’t travel with you and can’t travel without you!

There were a few perks to the last 5 days however. Mainly food related if I am honest. My greed often gets the better of me and although I have been promising my other half for the last 21 months that I will lose that last post pregnancy stone, the large portions and frankly ridiculous combos were too much to resist. (Pictures to follow!)

I woke up at 8am one morning which I haven’t done for well, 21 months and even indulged myself with a 20 minute soak in the tub but all the while, missing my little man and watching and re-watching videos of him that Nonna had been sending us.

So I sit here necking red wine to wash down my sleeping pill (don’t worry its not a proper one, nothing Valium related, not through lack of trying to get some) because we land at 8am and I walk straight back into mumma mode and have to try to survive a whole jet lagged day.

Honestly though, I can’t bloody wait.

The Nonna Diaries – Day 5

Update, from yesterday. Today is the last full day before we return! B at nursery today then we land at 8am tomorrow! Yippee. Nonna, thank you, you have been amazing.

Day 5

It’s been a lovely day full of traffic lights, police cars, ambulances and even a fire engine ! Not, I should stress, all out at the same time but spotted by the ever alert B !!! We were on the road to see B’s Aunty & cousins. The plan was to give B his lunch at home then set off when he would then sleep all the way. Huh, best laid plans and all that !!! I have mentioned before his love and fascination for the common traffic light. My fault really. In trying to distract him on car journeys I started pointing out traffic lights, you know …… look B green means go, red light means stop etc.

Well that was the start, now he thanks each green light and oh ohs the red ones !!! His excitement when spotting a light is just wonderful, his whole face lights up (lights up ….. get it !!) The only downside of this is on roads with no traffic lights ! He can become quite distraught and I find myself searching desperately for routes with the most traffic lights !!!! Well the route to our destination has lots of traffic lights so consequently B had no time to nap !!! Too many to thank !

B made himself quite at home and was thrilled that his cousin had a helicopter (another one of his passions) even though it was pink !!! It is nice to see family and especially watch the children play together.

Helicopter love

Helicopter love

Predictably, he fell asleep on the journey home. Even the lure of the traffic light could not keep him awake !

Shattered - Not even the traffic lights could keep him awake

Shattered – Not even the traffic lights could keep him awake

So all good here. He now sleeps soundly and peace reigns.

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.

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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.

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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!

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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!