Added by My Funny Mummy on February 29, 2012 at 3:17pm — No Comments
Right. This has got to stop. Me and Dave are suffering some sort of self harming compulsion where, on a nightly basis we wedge sharp wooden sticks in our eyes, pace frantically up and down the living room and sporadically toss buckets of stone cold water over each other. We then down line after line of espresso in the hope of remaining awake, for no apparent reason, until 1am. We then hit the hay, slip into a exhaustion induced coma, and wake angry, unrefreshed and cantakerous to BB's…Continue
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First proper night out as a Mummy. Without Dave. And it's a hen do. Oh dear.
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Sitting Up (Unaided)
Added by My Funny Mummy on February 23, 2012 at 6:45am — No Comments
Betty's first 'proper' dinner of actual food that adults eat. Blended up carrot and potato, with a splash of baby milk. Yum. She left some so I spread it on the toast I had for my dinner. Proper tasty. And no chewing. Bonus.
UPDATE: My piles have cleared up. Just one small, stubborn but utterly sumountable bubble remains. In case you were wondering.
Oh. Sorry Boo. You were…Continue
Added by My Funny Mummy on February 22, 2012 at 11:26am — No Comments
Betty was ON FORM.
She tried to sit up.
She blew raspberries.
She rolled over.
She broke the scales.
What a show off. She is definitely my daughter.
Amongst my cynicism, my rib ticklingly witty ways and my modesty, I must make one point very clear.
I love my daughter. I love her incredibly. I love her wholly. I love her so…Continue
Added by My Funny Mummy on February 21, 2012 at 8:46am — No Comments
BB's chunky rolls are a source of much mentioned cuteness and unparalleled joy in our house. The bounding layers of podge that signal her endearing gluttony are the stuff babies should be made of. She's sturdy, she's solid, she can be chucked around a bit without the worry that a part of her will fall off. She makes a formidable door stop. That's my kind of human.
But. Ample, chubby, rosy cheeked six month old - good. Corpulent, obese, lardy two year old - very bad.
So. We could…
Added by My Funny Mummy on February 20, 2012 at 8:42am — No Comments
You know what? It's alright being me.
I have a good old moan on here, but if I'm honest, these two are doing a decent job of making my life tick over pretty well.
My dinner for example - it is prepared, warmed and tested before arriving spot on the hour, at four well set intervals throughout the day. Yeah, the milk is bland, but after a series of dirty protests (they do take a while to catch on) Mum and Dad have begun to serve up some heartier, more flavoursome grub. Mashed up…Continue
Added by My Funny Mummy on February 19, 2012 at 5:28pm — No Comments
Since the dawning of time, when man populated this earth as early unsophisticated, "ugg" uttering cavemen, adults have been known to occasionally doubt the paternity of a child. On Jeremy Kyle, in a studio populated with guests who have still yet to evolve beyond incomprehensible mutterings and Ugg wearing, paternal claim is constantly in question.
But never, never, not on Jerry Springer, Montel Williams, not even Eastenders, have I ever seen a child's maternal lineage be in…Continue
Added by My Funny Mummy on February 18, 2012 at 4:51am — No Comments
Tonight, my fledging rock chick daughter took her first tentative hits, blows and squeals into the world of musical brilliance and global adulation. Picking up not one but two instruments you've never played before is a bold move for any budding artist, not least when nervously forging your way onto the international stage for the very first time. To do it with a virtually none existent grasp of hand eye co-ordination, would, by most, be considered career suicide. Yet with the poise of…Continue
Added by My Funny Mummy on February 17, 2012 at 5:07pm — No Comments
Our family don't do good skin.
Dave is pale. P-HALE. Like, not even white; more blue-white. He's translucent. When he's not blinding people who look directly at his skin, he is glowing a deep purple/red, peeling and moaning angrily that he exposed his albino genes to a singular, far off UV ray. Gangsta.
Added by My Funny Mummy on February 16, 2012 at 4:45pm — No Comments
This is not a review. Of a product anyway - just of our early parenting incompetencies. Amid the sea of androgyny we purchased pre BB's arrival, we were particularly drawn to a range of Hungry Caterpillar items. I have spent the last week putting together her Baby Book, carefully selecting images which will paint the right picture of the most beautiful early days of her life (i.e. the ones that cleverly mask the confidence shattering, relentlessly exhausting,…Continue
Added by My Funny Mummy on February 15, 2012 at 7:53am — No Comments
4 month old baby + Feb 14th = a murmured, sleepy 6.30am "Appy, Valentine's Day love" before Dave scuttled out to work.
Walking to Betty's room, greeted by a suspicious smell, I discovered that my daughter, sensing the sentiment of the day, had felt the need to provide me with a gift. Having never actually pooed the bed before, I suppose I should have been touched. Carefully peeling away her soiled pyjamas, she smiled adoringly up at me, as her eyes proudly whispered: "You're…
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