Life after birth.. 16, December 2008Posted by babychaos in baby stuff, General Wittering.
Tags: general stuff, General Wittering, household, Life and living, life with a baby
I can’t help chuckling. I started this blog the first time I got pregnant. I thought I’d write a kind of pregnancy/new baby diary in the style of Maureen Lipman. If you haven’t read any of her articles/books I urge you to do so. They’re a witty, intelligent take on every day life and great fun.
So no I do have the baby but of course no time to write a blog! Stop press, this week I’ve had flu – yes no flu for 8 years and then with a baby, why at once! It’s gone now though, hoorah! We have carpeted the playroom, got a play pen and set up sofa and telly in there so we now have one room which is our decor, not formal and most importantly, warm. Junior fell off the bed onto his head but is fine.
We were going to have Christmas here but Mr BC’s parents are both ill so we’ll be taking it to them in Wales, manic ringing round and begging to kennels for the cat has ensued!
Yes… as you can see. Life is all go!
Oops that’s my 10 minutes! Boy is awake and will soon be ganting for another enormous meal!
Hello again… 11, November 2007Posted by babychaos in General Wittering, Grumpy Old Bag, Life and living, writing.
Tags: General Wittering, holidays, Life and living, writing
Well, tanned and suitably refreshed – except for one night when I was convinced I was dying (that “pins and needles in your hands and feet” they talk about you getting when you’re pregnant is a lot more than just that… it’s like the last 10 seconds before you pass out with a general anaesthetic, only again, and again, and again, and again…). Anyway… where was I?
Oh yes, Portugal was sunny, warm and satisfyingly full of fresh fish – hours old most of the time – and suitably gloopy eggy puddings. I have been trawling the net for recipes for their egg custard tarts and almond tort both of which are like having angels tiptoeing across your tongue! Mmm…
Came home yesterday and reacquainted myself with my hatred of people who go “ooooh” and “aaaaah” at fireworks like brain-dead sheep. I think the main cause of my ire is that it always seems a bit phoney, like they’re doing it for effect rather than because they want to. Then again, I’m the kind of person who hates it when you’re in the audience at a show, some music comes on and everyone starts to clap along. I feel completely phoney doing that, too.
Maybe I’m just an uptight, undemonstrative, anal retentive stereotype of a Brit. Yeh. That must be it. But then I refer you to this post, here… which, to me, shows exactly why that kind of attitude works!
On the writing front, the Snowflake Method has proved excellent. I’ve only done step 1 and half of step 2 out of 10 (don’t laugh) BUT I have worked out how the first book ends… hoorah!
I’ve also discovered I must have crossed wires with my usual printer but in what appears to be a very good way. I explained I wanted to print up to 4 cards and asked how much it would cost for one so I could work out how much 4 would cost. What they didn’t tell me was that to print 2 only costs £50 more than printing one… so I’ll have to ask them for a quote for all four (wahoo!). It’s Sunday now, so I can’t ring them to check until tomorrow. More on that story… Later.
I should have two in a couple of weeks but if it works out, I’ll have four.