A day in the life- 2017 edition

I don’t really have a standard working week day any more, but here’s how I expect my new Wednesdays to be panning out- I swapped days, so Wednesday is now my day off, and offered to take Fin and Lyla to school when I drop Sid at playschool, to help Lauren out (in the hope that this will bring me babysitting brownie points!)

06:30- Wake up, drag self from bed, Between me and Mark, put washing on, unload dishwasher, put bins out. Make milk for Sid, who needs a good 15 minutes to wake up properly, and consequently sits staring at peppa pig episodes on the ipad. Drink tea. Much- needed lovely lovely tea.

07:00- Throw self in shower, throw self in clothes, apply zero make up, clean teeth

07:15- Persuade Sid to have a wee

07:25- Chase Sid with flannel, toothbrush and pile of clothes

07:35- Force Sid into coat, allow Sid to prat about sitting in every seat in the car, while I double check that I’ve got all the mad stuff pre-school expects me to bring- Show and tell stuff… for a two year old… who doesn’t really talk very well. Yeah, fine. Bag of fruit (take that, government subsidies), 5 t-shirts because he’s incapable of using the taps without getting soaked.

07:40- Finally get Sid in seat and buckled in, drive, at not particularly sedate pace to sister’s house before she has to leave for work

07:45- Breakfast for Sid, Lyla and Fin

08:15- Attempt to clean up breakfast/toy-based carnage, start process of requesting shoes, coats and bags are on

08:35- Finally leave house, and walk to school, Sid in pushchair sobbing that he can’t go on his scooter, Fin and Lyla giving me heart attacks every time they screech to a halt on said scooters at the edge of the pavement. Jog along with pushchair in effort to keep up

08:50- Primary school drop off- DONE!

09:00- Into preschool- lengthy and slightly stressful process of finding a name tag, putting water bottle in the right place, changing shoes and hanging everything up on the designated coloured hook. Attempt to say goodbye, and am roundly ignored (an improvement on the previous three weeks, where he sobbed every time we put the uniform on, let alone took him near the building). Slope out, waving goodbye to his key worker, in case I look like I’ve just dumped him there and ran

09:20- Tesco shop (list carefully prepared from my even more carefully prepared meal plan which was made on Sunday night, and will probably go to shit when one or the other of our parents invites us for dinner, resulting in a hasty reshuffle of the meal plan and me inevitably forgetting to put the prawns in the freezer, so they end up just rotting away in the fridge)

09:45- HOME- Supermarket shopping is much easier when you don’t have a two year old trying to escape from the trolley. Attempt to do a week’s cleaning in an hour and a half. Fail. If I was paying for a cleaner who did as bad a job as me, she would be sacked without question.

11:15- Realise forgot to eat anything for breakfast AGAIN. Trough down something inappropriate and remind myself that I was trying to cut down on refined sugar.

11:20- Continue with merry go round of washing- stripping beds, folding washing, re-loading the machine, slinging things on radiators and chucking the heating on full blast in an attempt to dry them because it ‘looks like it might rain’ and I can’t be bothered to stand in the garden putting things on the line.

11:45- Back to preschool. Probably going to be the last one in the queue for collection. Again.

12:00- Sid’s out, back in the car, home for lunch

13:00- out to the park or, more likely, to do errands loosely disguised as fun (I just need to go in x y and z shops, but then we can go look at the sad looking rabbits in Pets at Home)

15:00- Return home. Realise I’ve left the heating on full pelt, all the windows are steamed up and house resembles the subtropical paradise at Center Parcs. Swiftly turn heating off, open windows etc to hide truth from Mark. Occasionally, I get a surprise afternoon nap out of Sid, which allows me to spend two hours pansying around on the interment, but more likely afternoon continues thus…

15:15- Fold more fucking buggering washing. Hide clean, crumpled washing in pile in cupboard under the stairs, with the last three weeks’ of similar

15:30- Pick up Lyla from school. Do some kind of child-friendly activity (please not play-doh, I’ve only just mopped the floor, and it won’t be done again until next Wednesday); sneak glances at facebook while singing theme tune to Paw Patrol

17:00- Start sorting dinner out, interrupted multiple times with requests to play Mario Kart (Sid loves Mario Kart. Well, he likes picking a character, then repeatedly pressing pause on his controller, so I lose my thread, then just as I manage to make it into first place, he announces he’s bored and turns off the N64)/do puzzles/turn on the bathroom light/ make snacks (NO- IT’S NEARLY DINNER TIME!)

17.30- Speed tidy carnage that has somehow been created in last hour and a half, have cup of tea with sister when she comes to pick Lyla up

18:10- Mark returns home from work, everyone eats dinner

18:30- Tidy up dinner stuff, loaf until bath time

19:15- Bath time- One of us sorts a bath, the other tidies away 45 minutes of train track and puzzles from the floor

19:30- Stories, milk, teeth cleaned, a final wee and bed

20:00- Pack lunch and breakfast for Thursday, because I have to leave for work at the crack of dawn

20:30- Do half an hour of ironing, before giving up and hiding the pile back in the cupboard under the stairs

21:00- Sofa loafing. Ignore Mark, while playing crappy games on phone

22:00- Ignore piles of washing lovingly folded and flattened on kitchen table, switch off lights and go to bed


Hello to you from the future

(If the future is 2017). Well, looks like I gave up on bloggerising for a while, but actually, in a narcissistic way, I’ve very much enjoyed reading back through old outpourings and seeing what I’ve been up to in years gone past, and I really think I should do it some more. Will I keep that up, well, who knows, but maybe!


Current status: I’m 36…I think… I genuinely am having to think about that. What year is it? oh, hang on, no I’m 35. Sorry about that!… I live with Mark and Sid in a house in Hornchurch, which is a different house to the one I lived in with Mark and Sid the last time I wrote anything on this blog. Sid is 2 and a half. Mark is 36. Definitely 36.

We moved house last year- I decided on a whim I wanted to move house, ostensibly before we needed to start thinking about school, and to make it easier to get to our parents, who lived about 15 minutes away. In reality though, I just really wanted to move house, so we did. In July last year, we became temporarily homeless for a week, when the completion of the sale of the old house didn’t quite match up with the completion of the purchase of the new one. Mainly because the last people who lived here were pricks.

Since we moved in, we discovered some major electrical problems (involving the Energy UK coming over to change our fuse board, and managing to shut down power to about 300 houses around us- that made us popular with the new neighbours), a broken dishwasher and oven, the vast majority of windows refusing to open, a rotting shed, and scarily, a real slope to the front half of the house that we’d blindly ignored on the viewings and on the subsequent survey. Consequently, several bank loans later, we have new windows, a new kitchen, two freshly decorated bedrooms, and a lot of toy cars escaping under the sofa- We’re just going to ignore the sloping floors for the time being!

I’m working three days a week, in the same old place I was before I went on maternity leave- they have been bloody good employers, so it seems silly to leave, plus I quite enjoy my job, so there’s no reason to really- I’m not exactly going to be able to rise to any heady heights career-wise, but that’s OK- it’s good to have balance! And Sid’s just started pre-school three mornings a week, which is giving me a bit of time to attempt to speed clean the house, which is an improvement on sitting on facebook while moaning that I don’t have enough time to clean said house.

The history degree alluded to in my last post went for a burton- I did the first unit, loved it, and found it really enjoyable, but then realised I didn’t have 10 grand to spunk on a pointless degree, and if I did have 10 grand, I’d spend it on investigating why my house was so wonky, so I’ve put that on a permanent back-burner.

Sid is currently asleep on the sofa, following a day that has involved a play group, lunch with nanny June and a quick trip to the shops. I should really wake him up soon because it’s 20 past 4, but if I wake him up he’s guaranteed to be an arse- think I might just let him snooze on.

I, however, should really get my shit together and go fold some washing, or put away the toy mountain that seems to explode around the house every day. Or make Sid’s bed again. Followed by making my bed. It doesn’t matter how many times I make those bloody beds, someone creeps under the covers, messes up all the pillows and chucks the cushions on the floor. I can only count myself lucky that he’s not realised the spare bed should get the same treatment! Off I go….

What a difference some months make

Can you believe it- after about 20 minutes of trying to remember my password for my WordPress account, here I am

So what’s new with you? There have been quite a fair old few changes round here that I’ve been wrangling with, most of them entirely expected but that’s not to say they haven’t been a shock to the system!

I went back to work last November, following 9 months of being at home and I was SO glad to be back- back to something that I’m vaguely competent at as opposed to the mysteries and minefields of parenthood. I was full time for two months while Mark took a bit of time out to spend with Sid, and now I’m doing a longer Wednesday to Friday in the office and a few hours at home so am practically doing a four day week.

To add something else to the mix, I decided to shake things up a bit and have signed up for my first module of a degree in history with the open university.  Technically, according to my detailed study plan, I should currently be reading Dr Faustus while I’m on the tube but instead I decided to blog. Procrastination already and the post doesn’t even start for a week *slaps wrist*

We’re planning on putting our house up for sale later this year so I really need to get a move on with doing some painting- I’m going to be hugely sad to leave but thinking practically we’ll need to be closer to our parents by the time Sid gets to school age (nb- we’re not talking about an epic move or anything- we’re looking literally two miles up the road.  London school catchments are mental! )

And yes, can you believe it,  my tiny baby is nearly one already- can’t believe a year ago I was contemplating the joys of maternity leave and now we’re trying to sort out a birthday cake!  Crazy times

So that’s a wee update at least- I’ve most making random outpourings, so expect more!


Sid’s cracking on for six months old now, and we’ve already started the weaning journey. This is week three, in fact. I’ve been a little bit naughty, because the current guideline is to offer only milk until six months.

I’m unashamed to say that I was excited about weaning- it sounded like great fun, and so tentatively, from just over five months, I decided to start offering tastes of things I was eating. Nothing major- just a lick of a finger with some mushed up banana on it, that sort of thing. Even though he was showing all the other signs of being ready to wean (able to sit up without slumping and hold his head up, great coordination and he’d more than doubled his birth weight) Sid remained resolutely unbothered about actually the actual eating thing for a good couple of weeks and was much more interested with playing with toys and mastering rolling over.

I’m a big believer that while guidelines are generally there for a reason, there are always exceptions and when, at 22 weeks he made a grab for my quesedilla, and stuffed it straight in his mouth, I reasoned that he was probably ready.

I was really keen to go down the baby-led weaning route, as I was really into the idea of letting Sid explore and eat what he wanted, as well as being really quite lazy: I didn’t really want to rely on jars or pouches of baby food, mainly because they are always such mad combinations of food that they don’t really taste of anything in particular- I gave Sid some butternut squash, sweetcorn and pear stuff the other day that just tasted of nothing, and I just plain can’t be bothered getting the blender out because is a pain in the arse to clean.

Because we’d started earlier than six months, however, we decided to start off with purees and spoon feeding, so Sid’s first few meals were baby porridge or half a pouch of a single fruit or veg puree- pear, apple and butternut squash were particularly successful. After a few days of that I got the confidence to give him some other bits, so he had sticks of courgette, that I microwaved for about 30 seconds so they went soft, and boiled butternut squash as I was cooking some for us for dinner, which he coped with admirably. Not much eating- just a bit of nomming at the sticks, followed by throwing things on the floor.

My mum was, and still is reasonably against baby-led weaning.  I think she’s just really scared of him choking (hope it’s that, rather than her thinking that I’m a bad parent or anything),. And the choking thing is pretty petrifying, to be honest- its like you’re trying to make a situation more dagerous on purpose. Sid has ridiculously good hand eye coordination, so I think normally babies would spend a good few days or weeks getting to grips with actually picking anything up and getting it to their mouths under their own steam, but he’s managing to ram in whole stalks of broccoli unaided from day one. Because of that, he gets a bit overexcited and has been gagging A LOT. I know it’s a defence mechanism to stop food from going down the wrong way and actually to prevent choking, but it’s really scary to watch and he’s thrown up at least four times- a proper fountain-like ejection.

We’re on week three now and I think that he’s kind of getting it. There’s still gagging, and he still seems to be ramming loads into his mouth, but I’m much more confident that he’s able to deal with it- be it a bit of  cough to ease something up or down, or just letting something that’s too big dribble out again, he’s doing really well (even though I’m still sitting on my hands at every single meal!)

I can’t say that we’re doing baby led weaning at the moment, because the purists would tell me off- You can only call it baby led weaning if you are not getting involved at all, and quite frankly, I don’t think I could be bothered with loading up spoonfuls of porridge, handing it to Sid, and having him smear it all over his face, and I think he’d get the hump because he can’t do it proficiently yet. He’s good, but he’s not superman!

So what is he eating? Well here’s a sample menu from today…

05:30- Wake up for 4oz of formula, back to sleep for an hour before coming into bed for a play

07:30- Sid cries, so Gem makes up 4oz bottle and we have breakfast in bed. Sid gets bored after 2oz and tries to grab at my toast.

08:30- Downstairs to the highchair for an official breakfast of peach slices and yoghurt. Peach slices administered by Sid, yoghurt lovingly spoon fed by mummy. Sid makes appreciative grunting noises while eating yoghurt. Side note- I invested in a crinkle cutter, which is good for cutting up slippery things like peach slices to make them a bit more grippable. Sid also has what I have termed woofy water (drunk from a beaker with a dogs head on- brilliant. It’s from Ikea)- he can pick up the cup and get the spout into his mouth, but hasn’t mastered tipping his head back enough to get water out, so I lend a hand here too.

09:00- Breakfast done, we retire to the sofa to finish off the last of the milk and watch a bit of Cbeebies. This is followed by an epic three hour nap, which is virtually unheard of, but I digress

12:00- Wakey wakey- I make up 7oz of formula and he downs 5oz of it in one go- again, pretty much unheard of- it usually takes him about 2 hours to drink that much… a very unusual day. Once he finished with the bottle, I tipped the rest into the woofy cup and we practiced drinking it from there while we mucked about on the floor

16:00- Dinner- Today was our first go at bread. After debating the options for about 10 minutes in tescos, agonising over salt content of the various brands, I got some Warburtons danish bread- It’s 0.25g of salt per slice which I figured would be ok given that he doesn’t really have anything else with salt in at all. So today’s dinner was a slice of toast with a tiny bit of cream cheese, cucumber fingers and strawberry slices. All in all it was pretty well decimated and after he’d done what he could with all of that, he burst into tears and would only be consoled with half a pouch of pear puree. Piggy

17:00- 7oz of formula. He made a start on it, and then finished the rest off when Mark took him to bed around 7ish.


That’s a pretty typical day- with the exception of the toast, which was an exciting new addition, our days usually consist of two meals of mostly fruit and veg, with a handful of bottles interspersed between. I have to be quite careful with the bottles because he’s not a massive fan of formula and never has been, and seems to be enjoying actual food a lot more, but he’s so young still,that he needs to get most of his calories from milk, so it’s a bit of a juggling act, but seems to be working so far.

My next big challenge will be to try and get through a week of holiday without my mum freaking out that I’m trying to choke my wee man- wish me luck!!

The summer so far

Hello! Yep, I’ve done my usual summer disappearing act. I don’t know what it is about July but I seem incapable of blogging through it.

So, a brief update on what I’ve been up to…

-Weaning… I really wanted to get going on the fun process of giving Sid proper food, so (sshhh, don’t hate me), we started a little bit before the recommended six months. From about five and a bit months, I started offering up little tastes of various fruits and veggies, and for quite a while he was entirely uninterested, until one day, he stole the quesedilla I was eating for lunch off of my plate and stuffed it in his mouth. We’ve been doing food ever since! It probably deserves it’s own post in full, because there’s a lot to talk about. I really really wanted to do baby-led weaning (where you give small baby sticks of food and let them get on with it), but it was SCARY! So we’ve settled on a mixture of finger food and spoon feeding, but over the course of the last three weeks, we’re slowly moving more towards self-feeding, which is cool.

-Holidays… Not yet, but next week, we’re off to Devon with my family. Probably in for a week of drizzle and windswept beaches, but that’s what holidays in England are all about, right? I’m currently making multiple packing lists, in an effort to try not to just pack up the contents of the entire house.

-History… For several years, I’ve been threatening to do another degree, and after putting it off thinking ‘oh, but in a few years, I might want to start thinking about babies, and then where will I be?’, I finally realised that I had the baby and my life really hasn’t changed that much, so there was no reason not to follow the dream. What I don’t have is the cash to fund it, so unfortunately for me, after signing up with the Open University, I have had to put it on hold for six months while I save up the funds. In the meantime, I’m doing lots of interesting reading about medieval history (and watching lots of Time Team… which is history in itself- in one of the early episodes they had to explain what GPS was!).

-Yoga… I’ve been doing post-natal yoga classes for the last three months or so and was interested in doing more, so I did a very very brief search on youtube for beginners’ yoga videos and happened across Yoga with Adriene. I was instantly in love- her teaching style is right up my street and I started doing one of her videos about three times a week, as well as starting on her ’30 days of yoga’ series. Inevitably I fell off the bandwagon, and had a week or so off, but I started again today on day 1 and am going to make a promise to do the 30 days consecutively (rather than every so often, like I had been).

-Slimming down… In the six months since Sid was born, I resolutely hung on to six or so pounds that I wanted to get rid of to get back to where I was before I was pregnant. This was no  stubborn weight that was impossible to lose, it was me eating the world out of crisps and biscuits, so it actually turned out to be no big deal to shed the weight. I signed up to myfitnesspal again and started tracking my calories, and signed up for a buggy workout class and got back to where I wanted to in four weeks.

-Buggy workout… Deserves its own little mention- Twice a week I’ve been joining a group in running round a park with a group of other ladies, with babies in buggies. As well as the running, there’s some pretty punishing hill work, plus circuit training type stuff like tricep dips, press ups and the like. It’s brilliant, a nice bunch of people and is definitely working, given how much my various body parts ache the day after! My only slight worry is that I’m stuffing my decidedly pansy-like wrists up by pushing a reasonably heavy buggy

-Hair dye… I had sort of decided that when I was on maternity leave, I’d dye my hair red again, so I did. That’s it really. It’s a bit of a sod on the upkeep, and needs redoing every three weeks (courtesy of Mr Mark- I can’t afford that many salon visits!), but I’m very much enjoying being a red head, rather than my natural blonde

Yep, I think that’s enough of an update! I shall be back more regularly, honest!

Babywearing continued- views from the general public

So I was in Primark last week, with Sid happily looking around and surveying the action from my new Rockin Baby sling. After the obligatory mooching around and picking up of poorly made but so freaking cheap that I can’t resist clothing I took myself off to the tills to pay. Sid at this point was still just looking about, albeit with a bit of a serious face when the lady who was serving me said ‘I never think babies look particularly comfortable in those’…

Dumbfounded shock for about three seconds, while my head reeled with ‘bugger, is he crying and I’ve tuned it out or something’, but a quick look down indicated all was well, then I struggled to reply ‘eerrrmmm….weeelll… he seems to like it, he likes looking around’. Which was quite polite, I thought, considering what I really should have said was ‘excuse me lady, you do realise that by saying that you’ve just slagged off my parenting choices?… and he’s clearly fine, so why do you bloody care??!’. What answer was she expecting? ‘oh I know, but I’m a horrible mother and enjoy seeing him uncomfortable’???

Why on earth do total strangers feel the need to pass comment? I can’t say I particularly care- but I am extremely bloody minded so once I have an idea in my head I generally see it through, even if the majority of the western world think I’m talking bollocks, but for people that aren’t quite as stubborn as me, I can appreciate someone saying something like that would be a complete knock to your confidence and so I implore you to think before you comment, people- if t’s not your child, it’s none of your bloody business

I’m still slinging Sid up for trips to the shops and while he doesn’t really mind either way if he’s in the sling or the buggy, I like carrying him- For me it’s easier than getting the buggy out, you can sneak through smaller gaps and don’t have to worry about running over people’s feet and it’s a nice excuse to sneak in a twenty minute cuddle while you’re getting on with your day.

Wearing a baby

Since I had Sid, I kept looking at people with slings and carriers and thinking that they looked pretty cool- sort of cosmopolitan hippy-ish… I liked it- I wanted to be a cosmopolitan hippy. Early on in the newborn days, I decided to take the plunge and got a Close Caboo. On first viewing it was a good buy- not mega expensive, unlike some of the more structured rucksacky style carriers, easy to put on (just like a tshirt, then plonk the baby in the front) and was sort of handy. I even took Sid to the zoo at three weeks old in it. Well, I took him in the pram, but when he got grizzly, I plomped him in the caboo and he was a happy man. (Side note- I’m not mental for taking a three week old to the zoo- My sister had cheap tickets, and I love the zoo- its not that I particularly thought he’d enjoy it, but at that stage in his life, he was very much just coming along for the ride with me!)

Unfortunately for me, the caboo wasn’t the best in the early days because… well, Sid didn’t really like it that much-  if you caught him at the right moment, brilliant, but on the whole, he quite liked being able to have a kick around and being snuggled in to me didn’t let him do that. So it got consigned to a shelf in the front room, until he was about three months old when, with his excellent head control I decided to give it another go. We used it for short trips, like if I just wanted a few bits in the supermarket, and even tried it once with him facing forward, when I popped round the corner to pick up a curry (that was a bit of a disaster- I don’t care what the manufacturers say, front facing isn’t good- it pulls your centre of gravity all off because babies, well, mine, at least, want to look down at the floor) and it was all going ok, until Sid got just that liiiittle bit too heavy. He’s still well within the weight limits, but a combo of the stretchy material and my ample hips meant that he was slipping down. If I left him to his own devices, he’d probably be down by my knees by the end of a trip, so instead we had to do a lot of readjusting and so I decided to look for something else.

Mainly because they were cheap (only twenty quid in Mothercare), I decided to get a Rockin baby pouch because as well as being cheap, they were sized, which I thought might combat the wide hip problem, and made of non-stretchy fabric, which I hoped would stop the wee man from slipping. Got home, decided the faffing about with zips was too much for me, returned to Mothercare and switched it for a Rockin baby sling instead. This one is a long piece of fabric which you loop through two rings to create a circle and wear over one shoulder with the baby tucked inside. I’m making it sound simple, and it was in a way,  but there were no instructions included in the box and I ended up having to look for a video on youtube to work out how to thread it.

Again it’s only good for short journeys as it does pull on the old shoulders a bit, and unlike the caboo, where there are basically leg holes, the baby stays inside because his own weight is pulling the fabric taught, which although very secure once everything’s well adjusted, does feel a bit precarious. What’s cool though is it comes in some nice patterns, and there’s a pocket at the bottom of the fabric which I’ve been using to stash a muslin in for sickboy. I’m very much enjoying wearing him, but if I’m honest, there might be a better carrier out there for me yet!

One year on- house plans update

A little more than a year on, but in April last year, I was musing on stuff I wanted to do around the house… in a nutshell, this included:

-Sort out the back garden. I don’t think we’re any further on with this than we were last April- it’s looking pretty nice, because the stuff we did do is starting to grow, but there’s still one patchy looking flower bed and we’ve done nothing in the front garden. Mark is also still making noises about putting a path down to the Smadlington Arms

-Decorate and theme the room at the end of the garden. Ah-ha- done! The aforementioned Smadlington Arms. We turned half into a sort of gym, and half into a pub, complete with bar and darts board. It probably deserves its’ own post, because it’s pretty cool

-Paint either the front or back windows. Yeah, we didn’t do this. Really really need to do one side of the house this summer though, cos the frames are going to start rotting if we’re not careful.

Well, the super extension of our dreams is still on the cards, but it’s looking more like 2016, as that’s when we’ll remortgage and might be able to free up a bit of cash. I put a less ambitious plan of decorating the hall, landing and stairs and the back bedroom and box room in place. Actually, that’s not looking too bad- we did the box room, because that’s where Sid lives.

Haven’t got to the back bedroom yet because it’s full of tat, and the hallway et al is a massive massive job so I think that might wait a while, but in its’ place, we’ve totally gutted and redone the bathroom, and our job over the May bank holiday was to give the kitchen a bit of a gussy up- painting’s all done, we just need to put down the new lino.

So in conclusion, I think all I really need to do this year is paint some goddamn windows, plant a few plants and perhaps clear the crap out of the back bedroom and I will be a happy lady

Birthday 2015

I’m having a ridiculously extended birthday- It was well over a week ago now, but I went out for dinner on Friday with Mark, followed by pub, while nanny Sue babysat, then on Saturday (actual birthday day), I had lunch with my fam, and after whinging for about two ages that I couldn’t be bothered to go, I dragged myself out and was very glad I did- not quite for my birthday, but some friends were going to StreetFeast in Dalston, so I went along for the ride. It was a hell of a lot colder when I left the house than I thought it was going to be, so as StreetFeast is sort of semi-outside, I took a quick dive into Westfield and Stratford to panic-buy a jumper!

For those not in the know, StreetFeast is a collection of bars and food stalls. My main regret of the evening is that I got too involved in the cocktails (which were admittedly a bit disappointing but pretty deadly) and didn’t eat enough food- I only ate one measly portion of gyoza, which were fricking amazing- I was burping the coriander dipping sauce for about three hours afterwards, and am not ashamed to say that it wasn’t altogether unpleasant! After the deadly cocktails, we took a cab back to the motherlands and went to an awful awful nightclub which was full of teenagers, and danced to Busted. I’m cool like that.

On Sunday, after a birthday party for Mark’s grandad (and a buffet, obvs), I went out with the family Ad for Prezzos, thus ending my food-based birthday weekend. And it’s not over yet- Mark bought me a groupon thing for cuban food in Camden, which we’re going to redeem soon, AND we’re off to the theatre with my sister and bro in law, and there was talk of lunch before that. It’s a good job most of my trousers are elasticated.

Taking the reusable nappy plunge

A few weeks ago, I was dipping a tiny toe in the world of reusable nappies- it appealed to my vague green credentials in that I might save a bit of space in a landfill, and appealed more to my tightfistedness in that it’s meant to save a good grand or so compared to disposable nappies.

At the time, I’d done nothing more than use some reusies that a friend had lent me but only when I had a full day in the house and not at night. Last week another helpful friend lent me some big old night time nappies, and I decided to take the plunge. Additional kit was purchased in the form of a toiletry bag to carry around the dirties when out of the house, and some baby flannels to use as reusable wet wipes- may as well go the whole hog, eh!

Dangerously, I also took to facebook and joined some second hand real nappy groups and bought myself one of the hallowed gnappies that I liked the look of. Oh and there were a couple of different brands on special in Tescos and Sainsburys, so I bought them too. And then took them back because I decided I didn’t like the look of them. So now my current collection consists of 1 pair of gpants (the outer bit of the gnappy), six new gcloths, the free bambino mios that I borrowed, three little lambs for night time, also on a loan and a bum genius pocket nappy that I’m not a massive fan of. And there are  three more pairs of gpants winging their way to me in the post (all second handers).

So how’s it going? Well, on the first day I had to deal with a poo while out of the house- it wasn’t so bad- it was a bit of a big one but amply contained by the bambino mio, although I will fess up- I did use disposable wetwipes to clean that bad boy up, and put the pooey inner cloth in a nappy bag to take home and rinse out there rather than having to contend with it at someone’s house. The second poo was at home but on the whole contained by the disposable liner, so I chucked that away, and as the nappy itself didn’t look too splattered, just chucked it straight in the nappy bin. That was a mistake as the bin smelled like death for a whole day. I’ve heard that rather than rinsing them in the sink you can hold your inners under the flush of a toilet. Sounds gross, but I’m willing to give it a try. For today’s poo, I confess I wussed out and put on a disposable- I knew it was brewing as it’d been three days with no movement, so it was likely to be (and indeed was) a bit of a beast.

Wee-wise, we’ve only had two leaks- one mystery one that I just think I went too long before I changed him- 12 hours overnight was obviously pushing it a bit- and one that Mark put on but left a bit of nappy sticking out the back of the wrap, so that just leaked out onto clothes- nothing too tragic.

I’m looking forward to building up my gnappy collection a bit more, as that’s what we’ve settled on. I’ve seen some pictures of people’s ‘stashes’ of hundreds of nappies and am confident I’ll never get to that stage, but in order to go full time on the reusables, but only wash every other day, I think I’ll need as a minimum six gpants, eighteen cloths plus my three night time nappies. I’m still not 100% confident of it working- you certainly need to change babies more frequently in cloth than disposables but I’m getting used to it. It’s really not difficult, only involves a little bit more washing/preparation and I’m looking forward to having a little bit of extra cash