Saturday, January 30, 2010
I got up this morning to find my plans scuppered in the most unexpected of ways...
Friday, January 29, 2010
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Tuesday, January 19, 2010
Day 47: Mission complete.
Monday, January 18, 2010
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Wednesday, January 13, 2010
Three sleepsuits from Next, sized up to 3 months, brand new with tags.
Left to right: a yellowy-orange colour with a 'z is for zebra' (handily illustrated with a picture of a zebra, although it's not black and white which may cause confusion) on the left and 'l is for lion' (almost appropriately coloured) on the right. Next, a blue base with various jungle type animals (and, inexplicably, mice) cavorting around. Some of the animals are upside-down, which may worry you, but just think how nice it will be for your baby to see those animals the right way up to him (or her) when he (or she) kicks his (or her) legs in the air. Lastly, we have some nice thick stripes in some colours.
Now, listen up, ebayers. I am also listing a further 2 sleepsuits (see separate auction), which are THE SAME! Another stripey one, and another yellowy-orange, zebra-liony one. So if you are lucky enough to be shopping for quintuplets, now's your chance to get them co-ordinating sleepwear! A once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, arising from people, once again, buying us the same things.
Every baby should have a bearsuit - discover what it would be like to hold a real live teddy bear.
Warm padded coat, perfect for this cold weather.
This coat was bought from Next for the princely sum of £24. Unfortunately, I received many winter coats for my baby, and this was the unlucky one never to have been worn. It still has those tags intact, if you want to feel extra good about how much of a bargain you're getting.
The coat is very thick and padded, with lovely fur (which I'm presuming is fake) around the edge of hood to keep wayward snowflakes out of your baby's eyelashes (you could always put the hood down if you wanted to get a nice photo of baby with snowy-eyelashes).
It has elasticated wrist-cuffs, to stop your baby pushing his sleeves up and getting cold forearms.
All in all - this is a lovely coat, and it would be sad if it didn't fulfil its coatly dream of keeping some child warm during this particularly cold winter.
Beautiful Panda design to the front (awwww), safe poppers to shoulders and under arms to prevent newborns slipping down inside.
Grobags can be used from birth and make your life a hell of a lot easier, as you don't spend all your time worrying if the baby is too hot or cold. It comes with a handy room thermometer to tell you a) what temperature the room is and b) what your baby should be wearing (it only gives you a rough guide, you'll have to go to his or her drawers and select which vest and which sleepsuit you fancy for that particular day. I find a baby always looks nice if their vest and whatever goes on top match. But then, I like my eyeshadow to match my outfit. I am a Virgo).
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
Monday, January 11, 2010
Sunday, January 10, 2010
But anyway - woo hoo! Two in one day - go me!
And go on then, have some photos.
Our house + curtains has always been a thorny subject. We negotiated long and hard during the contract period in order to retain the fixtures and fittings, including the curtains. Unfortunately, we hadn't really looked at them during our initial viewing and when we moved in we realised that heavy cream brocade, mixed with tassels, bucketfuls of voile, and curtains which had been designed so they didn't close (?!) didn't really marry with our tastes. We put up with them for the time being, and a couple of years later, we decided to be responsible adults and get a kitten.
Poppy had probably been dropped on her head as a kitten, she was loveable, and loving, and funny, and did all kinds of tricks, but she was also certifiably insane. Within a couple of months, she had ripped all the curtains down, necessitated the removal of the delightfully-draped voile (twisted around the curtain poles, from whence I had to rescue an upside-down crying Poppy, frantically clinging on for dear life), broken all of our nicest Things, and we had given up trying to maintain any semblance of Having Things On Shelves.
Poppy owned us for 3 years, at which point (on Boxing Day) we were devastated when she died from a blood clot. Just before she died, we'd adopted my old cat Chokki from home, as my parents were moving house and the process was upsetting her. I was 8 years old and present at the birth of Chokki, and it was lovely that she came to live with us for her last year. Slow and arthritic, she stood no chance of getting onto the sofa, let alone going anywhere near curtains, so we gradually replaced all the plastic curtain tracks with nice shiny poles, and started being warm again. Chokki got older and slower over the following year, was sporadically hobbled with crippling pains the vets could never find the cause of, and in the end it got too much for all of us to bear. She was 4 months shy of 20 years old when she died.
Tilly and Maeby came to live with us just a couple of months before I found out I was pregnant, and much though I love them, I think I would rather have a baby with no cats. Not only does he torment them by grabbing and yanking handfuls of their fur, but there's all the litter, and cat food, and they won't wipe their feet when they come in, and Maeby still forgets where the litter tray is sometimes. But they're here to stay, and they followed happily in Poppy's pawprints by pulling down the lounge curtains not long after they'd moved in. They actually managed to go one better than her, by pulling one of the curtain rail brackets out of the wall (and I'm sure this had nothing to do with me using the wrong pluggy things when I put it up).
I figure that now they're older and wiser (ha!), and are allowed to expend their energy by chasing each other around outside, that curtains might be safe once more. Plus it is so damn cold that I'd do anything to help retain the heat a little more.
This evening I have tugged those dastardly wall plugs out, replaced them with Proper Ones, and screwed the bracket thing back in. It made my arms ache and Maeby hid under a blanket. Maeby is Special.
I thought you'd rather see some pictures of cats than pictures of a curtain rail, so here you are.