That awkward moment when you're absent-mindedly doing the breastfeeders self grope to remind yourself which boob needs feeding from next, and you accidently make eye contact with the fat guy sitting alone on the next table at mcdonalds, who raises his eyebrows, and takes a very slow bite of his burger.
Knew I should have gone to Wagamamas.
Thursday, 22 March 2012
Sunday, 18 March 2012
Ins Innas Now
For the last few days Curlyhead has been asking me if we can watch 'ins innas now'. Repeatedly.
'Mama, can we watch ins innas now? I love ins innas now. Tan we watch it on the telly mama? Mam, when is ins innas now going to be on?'
The only reply i can give to this is '...what?...'
We're watching The Tigger Movie on channel five. During the adverts, the trailer for We Bought A Zoo comes on and Curlyhead goes nuts. 'It's on mama! It's on!'
The voice over man says, 'We Bought A Zoo. In Cinemas Now'.
Curlyhead sighs. 'I love ins innas now.'
'Mama, can we watch ins innas now? I love ins innas now. Tan we watch it on the telly mama? Mam, when is ins innas now going to be on?'
The only reply i can give to this is '...what?...'
We're watching The Tigger Movie on channel five. During the adverts, the trailer for We Bought A Zoo comes on and Curlyhead goes nuts. 'It's on mama! It's on!'
The voice over man says, 'We Bought A Zoo. In Cinemas Now'.
Curlyhead sighs. 'I love ins innas now.'
Friday, 16 March 2012
Messy, messy morning.
My children have devised a sophisticated telepathic relay system whereby they will immediately wake the moment the other one has fallen asleep. By this means they intend on slowly torturing me with sleep deprivation until they can eventually overthrow me and become feral masters of cosycottage. It's working. I'm slowly becoming a terrible mother.
It took me FOUR attempts to toast hot cross buns this morning, and when I finally managed to save one from burning, Curlyhead decided she no longer wanted one for breakfast. Instead she scraped the chocolate fudge icing from last nights cake decorating/chocolate massacre off the kitchen table with her fingernails and ate that. Oh, and took two bites out of each apple in the fruit bowl and put it back. Must have had at least one of her five a day.
Smileybaby has eaten his bodyweight in banana and toast this morning. He would probably be crawling by now if it wasn't for his odd instant reflex to flemmy-vomit in front of himself the second he gets into the all-fours position, and subsequently loses all interest in getting anywhere, prefering instead to mash his chubby baby hands into the sick and splash.
I can't wait for my 45 minute intervals of sleep tonight.
It took me FOUR attempts to toast hot cross buns this morning, and when I finally managed to save one from burning, Curlyhead decided she no longer wanted one for breakfast. Instead she scraped the chocolate fudge icing from last nights cake decorating/chocolate massacre off the kitchen table with her fingernails and ate that. Oh, and took two bites out of each apple in the fruit bowl and put it back. Must have had at least one of her five a day.
Smileybaby has eaten his bodyweight in banana and toast this morning. He would probably be crawling by now if it wasn't for his odd instant reflex to flemmy-vomit in front of himself the second he gets into the all-fours position, and subsequently loses all interest in getting anywhere, prefering instead to mash his chubby baby hands into the sick and splash.
I can't wait for my 45 minute intervals of sleep tonight.
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