29 September 2011

Happiness list

Since some of the lovely bloggers I follow (Fritha, Naomi and Jo) have been doing the same, I thought I would hop on the old bandwagon and make a list of things that make me happy.

Since reading the others last night when I was in a terrible mood and feeling unhappy, I thought I would make a special effort to think of at least 10 things that are currently making me happy:

- Knowing that an the end of an argument, you are no longer angry with each other, but are still trying to pretend to be in a mood, but both just end up laughing at the whole situation

- Theo's face and squeals of delight as he crawls naked to the bathroom having his feet and legs bitten by his daddy

- a perfectly timed hug that makes everything ok again

- seeing how much Theo loves Rob when his face lights up and all he does is giggle whenever he is around

- falling asleep next to Theo with Alma curled asleep on my shoulder

- smelling the clean washing that has been hung outside to dry in this 'heatwave'

- hearing Rob come down the steps home from work and sitting Theo by the window to say hello


-visiting my mum and knowing she is only an hour away

- the thought of a mini break at the end of October, with just our little family

- and this video:


That's all, I'm sure there are plenty more, but I don't want to bore you of everything that Theo does everyday that makes me so happy!


Happiness list

Since some of the lovely bloggers I follow (Fritha, Naomi and Jo) have been doing the same, I thought I would hop on the old bandwagon and make a list of things that make me happy.

Since reading the others last night when I was in a terrible mood and feeling unhappy, I thought I would make a special effort to think of at least 10 things that are currently making me happy:

- Knowing that an the end of an argument, you are no longer angry with each other, but are still trying to pretend to be in a mood, but both just end up laughing at the whole situation

- Theo's face and squeals of delight as he crawls naked to the bathroom having his feet and legs bitten by his daddy

- a perfectly timed hug that makes everything ok again

- seeing how much Theo loves Rob when his face lights up and all he does is giggle whenever he is around

- falling asleep next to Theo with Alma curled asleep on my shoulder

- smelling the clean washing that has been hung outside to dry in this 'heatwave'

- hearing Rob come down the steps home from work and sitting Theo by the window to say hello


-visiting my mum and knowing she is only an hour away

- the thought of a mini break at the end of October, with just our little family

- and this video:


That's all, I'm sure there are plenty more, but I don't want to bore you of everything that Theo does everyday that makes me so happy!


27 September 2011

8 months

So today Theo is eight months old!

Who'd have thought that he would have arrived at this age with a stinking cold and lots of teeth coming through?

But I'm glad we've made it all the same! Over the weekend at my mums we were discussing what Theo used to be like, but it saddens me that I can't actually clearly remember it all. I can sort of remember his first smiles, how he used to sleep on my chest and how perfectly he fitted there, him kicking his legs about naked on the changing table and when he first started to roll over.

But it's all going so fast. There are so many great moments that are long gone, and we're never going to get them back. I know there are so many new exciting things that are going to break my heart over and over in the future, but sometimes I miss my tiny bundle. I miss the smallness and the cuddliness and the feed and fall asleep on me anywhere-ness. I miss my newborn!

But onwards we go! So here we are Theo, welcome to 8 months old!

Dear Theo, in the last month or so you have grown and changed so much. You are bounding about and investigating everything and I love to see your little face working things out. It's so easy to make you laugh and you do a lot. You are the happiest baby I have ever met! When you are surrounded by other babies you smile at them and don't ever hesitate to make friends. You have such a warm heart already!

You make me laugh all the time and you are constantly getting into mischief. But at the end of the day when you've worn yourself out your sleeping face melts my heart! It's been tough for you these last few weeks what with all your new teeth and new skills you have been learning, but I'm so proud of you! You are turning into a proper little person who I feel privileged to spend everyday with!
You are repeating da da da all the time, but I'm convinced this is just noise and not a word, until this changes to ma ma ma ma of course! But you now follow me around and show me when you want me to pick you up, it's very sweet. Your eating skills are so much better and currently you are obsessed with baby sweetcorn!

And lastly I just can't believe how big and handsome you are now! But we all knew that already...

I love you more everyday, my baby boy


8 months

So today Theo is eight months old!

Who'd have thought that he would have arrived at this age with a stinking cold and lots of teeth coming through?

But I'm glad we've made it all the same! Over the weekend at my mums we were discussing what Theo used to be like, but it saddens me that I can't actually clearly remember it all. I can sort of remember his first smiles, how he used to sleep on my chest and how perfectly he fitted there, him kicking his legs about naked on the changing table and when he first started to roll over.

But it's all going so fast. There are so many great moments that are long gone, and we're never going to get them back. I know there are so many new exciting things that are going to break my heart over and over in the future, but sometimes I miss my tiny bundle. I miss the smallness and the cuddliness and the feed and fall asleep on me anywhere-ness. I miss my newborn!

But onwards we go! So here we are Theo, welcome to 8 months old!

Dear Theo, in the last month or so you have grown and changed so much. You are bounding about and investigating everything and I love to see your little face working things out. It's so easy to make you laugh and you do a lot. You are the happiest baby I have ever met! When you are surrounded by other babies you smile at them and don't ever hesitate to make friends. You have such a warm heart already!

You make me laugh all the time and you are constantly getting into mischief. But at the end of the day when you've worn yourself out your sleeping face melts my heart! It's been tough for you these last few weeks what with all your new teeth and new skills you have been learning, but I'm so proud of you! You are turning into a proper little person who I feel privileged to spend everyday with!
You are repeating da da da all the time, but I'm convinced this is just noise and not a word, until this changes to ma ma ma ma of course! But you now follow me around and show me when you want me to pick you up, it's very sweet. Your eating skills are so much better and currently you are obsessed with baby sweetcorn!

And lastly I just can't believe how big and handsome you are now! But we all knew that already...

I love you more everyday, my baby boy


25 September 2011

The country fair

Yesterday I felt the need to get out of Bristol and do something other than sit inside my flat with a grizzling teething baby. So I rang up my mother and arranged to go to Malvern and join her and Andy at the Autumn country show at the show ground.

Oh the ease of driving to her house in an hour! What a treat, and it's such beautiful countryside and lovely to be out driving around.

I haven't been to a proper country show before, and this one is HUGE! There was so much there, tons of country wear type stalls, vintage tractors and trucks, gardens, giant vegetables, a whole poultry tent, more animals, craft stalls, flowers, an amazing food tent, dog and horse shows and lots more! I was so tired by the end of it...









Think my favourite part was eating buffalo milk ice cream, tasting lots of cheese and yummys in the food hall, and letting Theo pet the horses and doggys...he was laughing and getting so excited. And the giant pumpkins and cabbages of course! Theo did really well considering we were out all day, and even managed a sleep in the middle, and as ever he was charming all the ladies...

But does this mean i'm a proper adult now, as I enjoyed a country fair? 

The country fair

Yesterday I felt the need to get out of Bristol and do something other than sit inside my flat with a grizzling teething baby. So I rang up my mother and arranged to go to Malvern and join her and Andy at the Autumn country show at the show ground.

Oh the ease of driving to her house in an hour! What a treat, and it's such beautiful countryside and lovely to be out driving around.

I haven't been to a proper country show before, and this one is HUGE! There was so much there, tons of country wear type stalls, vintage tractors and trucks, gardens, giant vegetables, a whole poultry tent, more animals, craft stalls, flowers, an amazing food tent, dog and horse shows and lots more! I was so tired by the end of it...









Think my favourite part was eating buffalo milk ice cream, tasting lots of cheese and yummys in the food hall, and letting Theo pet the horses and doggys...he was laughing and getting so excited. And the giant pumpkins and cabbages of course! Theo did really well considering we were out all day, and even managed a sleep in the middle, and as ever he was charming all the ladies...

But does this mean i'm a proper adult now, as I enjoyed a country fair? 

22 September 2011

The pinky promise

This week, I guess because of the teething and the lack of sleep, I feel sad to admit that Rob and I have been arguing more, and I don't really feel like I've seen him properly recently, or that we've had any nice adventures together.

There is this constant battle of who is more tired, and we have assumed stereotypical roles...me the nagger and him, well perhaps someone who needs a little promting.

But this is silly, because in reality we are well balanced and don't need to become these people. We have worked out with speaking how to balance domestic life and looking after the baby. And if I do say so myself, I think we are doing a pretty good darn job with the babe...because he is wonderful (teething tantrums aside)

Rob does so much for us, and works incredibly hard, and unlike lots of other people doesn't stop working when he gets home. And in reality I wouldn't change him for the world.

This thought struck me early this morning, as I lay awake feeding Theo. In all my previous relationships I have always felt that I knew they would end, or there was something I would want to change about them, or us, or myself to make it right. It would be a battle, and deep down even though I felt 'love' it was never truely what I feel now. When I think of Rob I am filled with a huge sense of relief. Relief that I've found him, and that there is not one thing I would change about him, or our lives. Relief that I will not have to look for another partner again, and relief that there will be someone who will come home and give me a hug. Last night I told him of my worries and my fears that we had been arguing more lately, and he simply shrugged and said it was just the way it is sometimes, and we are both under lots of stress. This is exactly what I needed to hear. Not that there were things that we drastically needed to change, but just that it's ok, we'll get through it, and we'll still be there for each other at the end of it all. Nothing silenced my worrying heart better than that.

When I think of Rob when I'm alone, I just feel so proud. What a wonderful person he really is, and even though our story hasn't been wildly romantic, it's just fitted, worked and made sense. And after all we have produced a beautiful thing, and that's a pretty good testament to our love story.

In a few weeks Rob will turn 23. To think he has achieved so much and is the strong, responsible, capable of so much loving person he is at the age of 22, makes me love him all the more.

When we eventually get married, I know it will be the best most wonderful feeling, to have it confirmed that we will always be there for each other. And we'll be sure to pinky promise that one.


Written listening to this:


(by the way Fionn, it's good to have you back)

The pinky promise

This week, I guess because of the teething and the lack of sleep, I feel sad to admit that Rob and I have been arguing more, and I don't really feel like I've seen him properly recently, or that we've had any nice adventures together.

There is this constant battle of who is more tired, and we have assumed stereotypical roles...me the nagger and him, well perhaps someone who needs a little promting.

But this is silly, because in reality we are well balanced and don't need to become these people. We have worked out with speaking how to balance domestic life and looking after the baby. And if I do say so myself, I think we are doing a pretty good darn job with the babe...because he is wonderful (teething tantrums aside)

Rob does so much for us, and works incredibly hard, and unlike lots of other people doesn't stop working when he gets home. And in reality I wouldn't change him for the world.

This thought struck me early this morning, as I lay awake feeding Theo. In all my previous relationships I have always felt that I knew they would end, or there was something I would want to change about them, or us, or myself to make it right. It would be a battle, and deep down even though I felt 'love' it was never truely what I feel now. When I think of Rob I am filled with a huge sense of relief. Relief that I've found him, and that there is not one thing I would change about him, or our lives. Relief that I will not have to look for another partner again, and relief that there will be someone who will come home and give me a hug. Last night I told him of my worries and my fears that we had been arguing more lately, and he simply shrugged and said it was just the way it is sometimes, and we are both under lots of stress. This is exactly what I needed to hear. Not that there were things that we drastically needed to change, but just that it's ok, we'll get through it, and we'll still be there for each other at the end of it all. Nothing silenced my worrying heart better than that.

When I think of Rob when I'm alone, I just feel so proud. What a wonderful person he really is, and even though our story hasn't been wildly romantic, it's just fitted, worked and made sense. And after all we have produced a beautiful thing, and that's a pretty good testament to our love story.

In a few weeks Rob will turn 23. To think he has achieved so much and is the strong, responsible, capable of so much loving person he is at the age of 22, makes me love him all the more.

When we eventually get married, I know it will be the best most wonderful feeling, to have it confirmed that we will always be there for each other. And we'll be sure to pinky promise that one.


Written listening to this:


(by the way Fionn, it's good to have you back)

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