August 2009 Archives - mocha beanie mummy

Silent Sunday

August 30, 2009 By mocha beanie mummy Leave a Comment

Filed Under: photography, pictures, Silent Sunday

Just When I Broke My Ass

August 28, 2009 By mocha beanie mummy Leave a Comment

You know how you bust your ass doing something and then something else happens and then you wondered why you bothered with something but you’re going to keep going on with something because seriously, some things just cannot happen yet and what the hell?

Yesterday, Isaac tried his first solids. He had two tiny spoons of baby food. Not even baby rice, or you know, water, milky crap runny stuff that tastes of fuck all, no no. Proper. Baby. Food. SOme sort of chicken and peach and another random vegetable. And he liked it. The boy who has had nothing other than boob juice in it’s various hint-of-whatever-mom-just-ate forms.

And then today? This happened.

He ate HALF A JAR of food. Oh wait, did I say “ate”? I meant DEVOURED.

This of course comes JUST after my boobs are pretty much fully recovered, I’m halfway to restocking the freezer (57fl.oz so far since last weekend) and I was still trying to grasp the idea that WAAHHHHH THIS IS MAH BAYYYYYBEEEEEEEEEE.

I expressed this in one sitting this morning.

He still has boob juice every 2 – 3 hours (god forbid I should try to push more than three hours). And he’s had the solids in the evenings before his last feed. D and I thought “hah! Hahaha! This’ll be a laugh, right? He’ll barely eat any, he’ll struggle with the spoon.”

Nope, nope, any spillage was my own fault (missed his mouth), he easily (and forcefully) guided my spoon-wielding hand towards his mouth with minimal effort, and he ate the food off it like a pro. Or like someone who was quite prepared to eat “real food”.

Think I might take him to Pizza Hut next week.

Filed Under: Breastfeeding, Isaac, weaning

Challenge Accepted

August 27, 2009 By mocha beanie mummy Leave a Comment

I’ve done Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday flying solo. D has been working early (from like, 4am ACK) so from when they first wake up to about tea time, the challenge to manage the boys is on.

For the most part it’s been fine. Apart from on Tuesday, when I put my phone in my back pocket as normal, to try to keep it away from Noah (who likes to keep handing me the phone, and gets pissed when I put it down; I’m yet to understand this). Went to change Isaac’s nappy on the floor (you know, for the fun of it) and on removing the phone from my pocket, the screen was an array of spectacular blobs and colours. Broken LCD. Juussssst greeeeaaaaat.

And I confess whenever Noah starts whining, and Isaac starts screaming, I do struggle not to scream and whine right back at them. But I haven’t cried yet (Yet! I said YET!) and I got them to playgroup on Tuesday…and we’re hopefully going to sort out my phone this afternoon…and I might even get to the park tomorrow (weather pending).

Like I said before, I know there are moms who do this all the time and don’t bat an eyelid. They have like, millions of kids, and they just take each day in their stride. Any mom who does that, just gets on with it, I totally admire.

As I said before, I have such little faith in myself, and while my hips and pelvis are starting to show marked improvement (thanks to private physio and chiropractor session at £40 for half an hour – ouch…) I’m obviously still loathe to go over board and end up making them worse again.

I think it’s helped that Noah’s starting to show improvement with his all night coughing; I took him to the Dr’s on Monday afternoon and they’ve now given him an inhaler to use before he goes to bed. It’s a struggle, but it seems to be helping a little. Not so great that they both like to wake up around 5:30 a.m. But at least they’re both in bed by 7p.m.

I don’t know. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want the Nanny back; the house is a mess and there’s laundry seemingly everywhere, and I could just do with 5 minutes to do some more work, and I’d like to sneak out to Subway for lunch and whatever. But for all my self doubting, I don’t think I’m doing too bad a job actually.

Filed Under: actual happy times, Isaac, Noah, The Nanny

Guest Blog! – Boys and Girls, Questions and Answers

August 25, 2009 By mocha beanie mummy Leave a Comment

Lately I’ve had a bit of fun with some guest blogging, the first being a breastfeeding post over at Blacktating, and I just can’t turn down the opportunity to share in someone else’s blog, especially when theirs is such a good read!

So a few days ago I had a twitter message from the ever lovely saying she would like to ask me some questions on dealing with boys vs. girls, and how it affects me as a parent. The questions are GREAT and totally made me smile; I thoroughly enjoyed answering them.

Mary Ruth is an awesome young mum; she lives in Virginia USA and has an adorable little girl, Sidney, who is just a few months older than Noah. She’s soon to be married, loves cheesecake, and I’m quietly hoping she’s going to Blogher10 so I can meet her next year. I may squeal. Quite a lot.

Please go and have a read of our answers over at her blog, you won’t be disappointed, and check out the rest of her blog too! She’s got some fab stuff over there.

Filed Under: Guest blog

Stamina

August 23, 2009 By mocha beanie mummy Leave a Comment

This week, and next week, the Nanny is on holiday. I was planning on spending the first week sobbing helplessly at my crap skills being a mom of two. I also expect to spend some time feeling considerably overwhelmed with it all, and hating myself and all my inabilities by the end of, say, Tuesday.

I’m not exactly scared, as it were, but I have an awful lot of self-doubt. Now I know there are literally millions of moms out there who deal with two or more children every single day, on their own, and they get on with it and do a fab job.

I often feel pathetic and useless. I get so frustrated as soon as the shit starts to hit the fan, and sometimes it’s all I can do to stop myself from putting the boys somewhere safe in the house and going to sit in the car to just cry for a while.

As ever, I just want to do the best for them. But I know things won’t always run smoothly. I know more often than not, the shit will (most probably and quite literally) hit the fan. Noah has been vile for the last few days; and he’s had a cough (again) for coming up just over three weeks. It’s driving us all nuts, including him. He’s tired, he’s cranky, his eating is completely out the frigging window (and there’s a whole other post) and yet you can see the frustration in the way he’s being. Oddly enough, I truly believe he doesn’t want to be thoroughly unpleasant. And incidentally, he’s still got one more molar to come through before his mouth starts to look anything like normal again.

I knew things wouldn’t be easy having two very demanding children. Isaac behaves very much like Noah did, having only very short (and few) cat naps of around 10 – 20 minutes, and his longest nap is usually just as Noah’s getting up from his nap. Of course I didn’t expect them to be synced together; for me that’s ridiculous wishful thinking. But he’s also very much the “upright” kid. He normally sleeps on his front but has taken to rolling on his back at every opportunity, and has only just figured out rolling onto his front again. And getting him to sleep is interesting, given that there is just TOO MUCH going on in the world. Too. Frigging. Much.

I’m hoping to get out the house every day if I can. I’ve been having tons of physio for my hip and pelvis and it’s working amazingly (thank GOD) and having had an MRI scan last week, we should hopefully see some clear indications of what else can be done. So mobility-wise, I’m getting somewhere (pun intended).

Meh. I suspect I’ll have died by Wednesday.