So really, he meant this.

“Ah. Dee dee. Mommy.”

“You want a wee wee?”

“Ohw. Ah. Dee dee. Mommy.”

“What do you want Noah?”

“Ah. Dee dee. Mommy.”

I look down while I’m changing Isaac’s nappy and realise he wants to get past – he’s saying “excuse me, mommy.”

*****

“Ah. Go. Gahggak. Oh. Doodat.”

“Noah please leave Isaac alone, he’s fine.”

“Ah. Go. GAHGGAK. OH. DOODAT.”

“Noah what’s the matter?”

“AH! GO! GAHGAK. OH. DOODAT!”

I look over to see Noah telling Isaac to stop messing with wire cables.

*****

“Ah. Dit-dit. Oot.”

“…”

“Ah. Dit-dit. Oot.”

“What Noah?”

“Ah. Dit-dit. Oot.”

He points at the potty to show me he’s done a wee and I should tip it out.

*****

“Mommy, ah. Hyind.”

“..er..”

“Mommy. Ah. Hyind. Hyinge.”

“Behind?”

“Ah. Mommy. Ah hyinge.”

“Orange?”

“Yeah. Ah hyinge.”

He’s pointing to a pack of wipes now with an orange on the front.

*****

“Ah. Bibbin. Ah. Woof woof! Ah gog. Ah dat.”

“Pippin? A dog? He’s not a cat, is he?”

“Oh, ah Bibbin, ah gog.”

“Yes Pippin is a dog, that’s right.”

“Ah. Gog.”

I listen to hear the “Come Outside” music on CBeebies.

“Mommy, ah chun chun ah howp, ah bibbin. Woahwah, howp, ah gykit, woah Mommy.”

You tell me.

We have another speech therapy appointment in a week – oh goodies! After the last time, I’ll be intrigued to see what help we get this time.

#Blogladesh goes to Bangladesh for Save The Children

The Gallery: One Day in August

Yes, that’s a baby’s bottle filled with water, and yes, next to it is a toy ambulance.

I’ve posted it because of this week’s Sticky Fingers gallery; we have to take a picture and post it today, Sunday 29th August. We could have posted anything we liked. I chose this as what I really want to post about is raising awareness of 3 moms who are probably about to land in Bangladesh as I type, on the start of an amazing journey.

They are there for a week, in order to help raise awareness of the work  being done by Save the Children, for mothers and children. Bangladesh is one of the poorest places in the world, and millions of children suffer and every year because of it. Go and read the blogs of Sian, Josie and Eva, who will be documenting their journey for the week.

So why the hell this picture? I took it because in light of what these three mom bloggers will be doing, these are things that a huge number of us, way too many in fact, take for granted. You give your child water when they’re thirsty. You probably don’t think twice about where it comes from – tap? Mineral water bottle? Filter? It’s all good, right? Yeah sure.

And the ambulance! A nice, though slightly battered toy for kids. Something to play with! And on a grander scale, an ambulance to save someone’s life. Hey, you know how, in the UK we bitch about when an ambulance take ages to arrive? Wouldn’t it suck if one didn’t arrive at all???

Huh.

What would you do if you knew that giving your baby that bottle of water might kill them? You take the chance, give them the water. You can’t just watch them dehydrate, can you? Sadly, it turns out the water was very, very bad. Your child now has chronic diarrhoea. And is dying from it.

So now what do you do? What would you do if you were watching your child die, and you knew that it was a considerable hike to the nearest hospital for help; no ambulances, no transport, you have to carry your child.

It’s a tough decision; you have to assume you’re going to make it…but your child may not.

Millions of parents do this, and not just in Bangladesh, and it happens every single day. I’ve written this blog post. I tweet on twitter. I carry the badge in my sidebar. I’ve pressed for change. I’m raising awareness, just in the hope that I can make a difference.

Are you?

This post was written for The Gallery over at Sticky Fingers.

Recognition, but not for vegetarians.

You all know my love of bacon. I’ve gotten the Kiddos eating bacon. Isaac eats anything you put in front of him (apart from cucumber), and Noah is eating more and more. Especially pork based goods. In fact, Noah will now eat just about anything with pork in it.

And yeah, like I said, you know my love of bacon. So imagine my mother-humping DELIGHT when THIS email arrived in my inbox.

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Now, I have no idea what they are going to send.Vouchers? A lifetime supply of pork? Make me president of the board? Who cares. This is a SIGN from the Pork Gods.

In fact, this just shows that if you work at something hard enough, that if you plug away tirelessly, that if you fight for what you truly believe in, then someone, somewhere, will recognise your efforts.

PS If this turns out to be supermarket vouchers, a) I will be REALLY pissed and b) USA bloggers can expect a mammoth giveaway on the blog soon. All be it a bitter one.

The Gallery – Picture Proud

See, this is another flippin’ reason, it turns out, why I couldn’t stop blogging. Lord forbid I should get on the wrong side of The Tara Cain.

I haven’t done The Gallery in a while, for various reasons, which I can’t be arsed to go in to. But this week’s theme, “A Photo I’m Proud Of”, would have been so wrong had I not had a go.

I mean, go look at the post. She used me and my blue tongue, for cock’s sake.

So obviously, I’m going to post billions more than one picture because I’ve finally started becoming really proud of my work. Originally I was just going to post this picture, my favourite for a long time, “Orbs on The Beach”.

This was one of my first attempts at a long exposure image; with a little help from my brother in law (he did the blue orb) this took me nearly 10 straight minutes to do. I haven’t yet been able to recreate since (I did this last year), but we’re heading down to the beach again soon so watch this space! You can see more crazy light art stuff on my .

When I saw the theme for the gallery, Orbs on The Beach was my first immediate choice. But then, with the weather being so shit here, I decided to play around in the rain and came up with this picture.

Again, another first attempt at water droplet close ups, even though it wasn’t quite what I wanted, I was still really proud of the clarity of the houses reflected across the street from my house.

And then perhaps inspired by the rain, I finally got round to trying something I’ve wanted to do for a long time.

It’s not perfect. It’s not exactly what I wanted. I could tear it apart for the things that to want to fix. But hey, it was my first attempt, achieved in less than 20 shots (I had anticipated maybe 200 shots…). And I love it. Will I do another one? Of course I will. I suspect I’ll reach the point of obsession and then get desperately bored.

Ok now go look at some other pics to be proud of.

Giving In To The Bullies.

You’re all bullies.

All of you.

Yes, even you, looking all sweet and innocent at the back.

But you know what?

All of you who yelled at me on my last rant of a post? All of you who made me fall over with laughter with your words and swearing at me (omfg the SWEARING)? Appealed to my nature (bacon, Sanchez and cock have never been so dear to me)? Told me to pull myself together and not let the real bastards win?

I love you. Thank you. I really was ready to stop. I thought, “You know what? I just cannot take any more, it hurts too much.”

But then you reminded me of what’s important. Important to me in any case. You’re bloody right! This is MY fucking space. And here I can do what the hell I like (as long as it’s not something likely to land me in jail. Or the Daily HateMail).

I can’t thank you enough. I’ve never had such an overwhelming response of amazing comments here, on twitter, DMs, emails OMFG you people really know how to push and shove when you’re ready, don’t you??

Seriously, thank you. I had hit “publish” and was done. And thought I felt relief. As soon as the comments started coming in, I felt sad. Then I saw more posts from people saying similar things. And then I felt infuriated. And realised, YES, if I stop, the real bullies win. I can’t do that. I can’t sit here and whinge and complain about them, and then just give in.

I’ll fight. I’ve always been a fighter. I’m not a fan of taking shit. And I don’t like seeing others take shit, especially people who have supported me so much along the way.

The shit has to stop. It will stop.

They will stop.

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