Sorry for the late post, I thought I'd scheduled this and hadn't. Anyway here is what we got up to 'This Week' (or last week as it now stands!)
Monday
'Me & F are hitting the shops then we are going to spend the afternoon with F's first ever painting session. I'm expecting a masterpiece!'
Tuesday
'F & I have been enjoying the sunshine today. Lovely x'
Wednesday
'My crazy son is sat on the floor trying to eat my slipper whilst it's on my foot.'
Thursday
'This morning we are heading to baby clinic to see how much F weighs.'
'F weighs 20lbs 6oz. Big boy! (but not as big as expected)
'Me, OH & F are going for a walk around Hebden Bridge. Anyone recommend any nice places for cake? :)'
Friday
'I am laid in bed having family cuddles with my 2 favourite boys in the whole world. They are my life.'
'I am so rock & roll. Romantic birthday evening and I'm in bed already... in my fluffy dressing gown ready for sleep!'
Saturday
'My TV is spoiling me tonight. Robbie Williams & Justin Timberlake in one night. #wouldntkickeitheroutofbedforfarting'
Sunday
'I can hear wonderful OH & son downstairs playing with Buzz Lightyer, both screaming with laughter. Times like this I realise I am blessed.'
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Today is a BARGAIN Fashionable Friday.
Here is what Freddie wore today:
Striped All in One: Tesco Sale £2!! BARGAIN!!
Shoes: Converse at Schuh £22
As much as I am boycotting Tesco ATM (see my ranty tweets!) I strongly recommended having a browse through their sale rails as I picked up some brilliant bargains!
Have you picked up any bargains this week?
Let me know!
Freddie,
Typing this seems pretty silly to me at the moment. You're 5 months old, a long way off being a teenager. But if the last 5 months has taught me anything, it is that time flies and before I know it, you will be 18.
I still change your sh*tty nappies; your main source of nutrition is milk and you love to wake up early.
By the time you read this, I won't be going anywhere near your rear end; your main source of nutrition will most probably be burgers & beer and you'll fester in your pit until gone mid-day!
I have no doubt that, at times, you may think you hate me. Thinking about the possibility that you may ever dislike me now makes my heart break. But this is the 18 year old you and you may not be the squishy, cuddly, smiley bundle that you are now. You may think this letter is stupid but these are things I want you to know.
1. If it feels wrong, don't do it. You're a sensible boy and (I hope) you've been raised correctly.
2. Just because you're mates do it, it doesn't mean you have to as well. If they were going to jump off a bridge would you? (Please say no, my nerves couldn't handle you bungee jumping!)
3. Trust your instincts.
4. Never speak bad of yourself. You are the most amazing person i've ever met.
5. Don't be afraid to say 'No.' You don't have to do ANYTHING that you don't want to . Don't do it because someone else wants you to.
6. Don't be afraid to say 'Yes.' If you want to do something, you can. Anything can happen. Nothing is impossible.
6. Be true to yourself. Don't be a people pleaser. Nobody likes a kiss arse.
7. Don't ruin your body with rediculous piercings/tattoo's. I want you to be yourself but a heavy metal lover with dinner plate sized holes in your ears when you're 40.
8. Don't sleep about. Nobody will want you when you're riddled with diseases!
9. Drugs are bad.
10. Treat women with respect. Don't and I'll kick your bloody arse.
11. Don't allow anyone to treat you without respect. If they do, I'll kick their bloody arse.
12. Always remember, I am here to kick arses.
13. Always remember to use protection. Until I 50, I will always be too young to be a grandma
14. Always remember, I have eyes in the back of my head. If you've been up to no good, I'll find out.
15. Always remember, I am here whatever and whenever.
16. And finally, most importantly; Always remember, I love you. I always have and always will.
17. Oh and one more; Always rember, I always know best. My own mother knew what was best for me and I know what's best for you.
You may think I'm being harsh but when you are older, you'll thank me. I guarantee you.
As you'll notice, there is LOTS to remember so #18: Lay off the alcohol, it'll damage your brain cells which will mean you won't remember and you may end up with an angry mummy to contend with ;)
As always,
I will love you forever, and more.
Mummy
X
Monday
'I wore the dress I wore for my graduation today. I was made up thinking I'd lost weight then I realised I'd bent over and split the arse!'
'Just picked mum up from hospital. Breast care unit really hits hard. There's people there that aren't as lucky as MammaB. #thinkingofthose'
Tuesday
'Just cleaned my car for the first time since I was 34wks pregnant. It was a tip and OH was worrying it was a health hazard to F it was so bad!'
'I've just had a lovely relaxing bath complete with wine & F's rubber duck which provided a whole hour of entertainment. #imgoingmad'
Wednesday
'Just taken F for his first swimming lesson. It was fab except for Miss Trunchbull for a teacher!'
'Just had mother & father over for fajita supper. OH has dished up apple pie & i've opened the wine. #puttingmyfeetup
Thursday
'Valentines Schmalentines. All a load of old crock if you ask me. I did get a lie-in and breakfast in bed however.'
'Today I have been to my paediatric first aid course. I'm so pleased I signed up, the knowledge gained is invaluable.'
Friday
'I'm going on my first night out in ages tonight. On the plus side it is with a pregnant lady so I won't be able to get too drunk!'
'I have left F tonight to go to my local town but I keep talking about him and getting sad because i'm missing him!'
Saturday
'Oh my word, I feel shocking this morning. Too much wine. My head hurts.'
Sunday
'One word. Bed.'
If you don't follow me on Twitter, feel free to and see what else i've got to say. It's @awhole9months.
Freddie is going for a day out with Nana today who will no doubt be showing him off to all and sundry so he needed to look his very best.
For today's Fashionable Friday, he's wearing:
Tan chinos: Next
Navy jumper with arm patches: Next
Maroon Body Warmer: Next (again!)
Maroon pram shoes: Next
As you can tell he's sporting lots of Next clobber today! I'm a regular shopper at Next particularly for their baby and homeware collections.
Which shops do you love for children's clothes?
Regular followers of my Twitter account will know, I am not a huge lover of Valentine's day.
Much to the OH's relief.
Prior to meeting Mr C, my only ever remote success on Valentine's consisted of a card from my best friend's mother's dog. Romantic.
This also sums up the extent of my desirability and 'cool' prior to meeting Mr C.
Valentine's when I was younger was a huge deal with a great emphasis placed on who got cards and how many. Your absolute life's achievement was measured on how many cards were popped in your 'drawer' at school. I still to this day can remember the utter disappointment at failing to attract a secret admirer whilst the majority of classmates did. This was when I was in Year 5; years and years ago but still, I remember.
At such a tender age, I failed to recognise that Valentines wasn't about love. I fell for the commercialisation of it all; the hearts, the flowers and the ridiculously priced cards.
Now I am a mummy, I have experienced absolute love.
I love Mr C. More than I'd ever loved anyone in the whole world. More than the stars in the sky. More than forever.
It wasn't until I set eyes on my son that I realised unconditional love however. I know that whatever happens in our lives, I will love F until the end of time. There is nothing he could ever do that would change that. He will always hold the biggest piece of my heart, regardless.
So that's why this gorgeous little man is our Valentine.
I am incredibly lucky that I have the most wonderful man in Mr C. He is incredibly romantic and thoughtful and he tells me every day how much he loves me.
But today, and every other day for that matter, is dedicated to the love we have for our son. Today, he is our valentine. Everyday he is the love of our lives. The love that was created from our love.
That love is more special than any bunch of flowers, any box of chocolates or tacky cuddly toy.
That love exists in our hearts and our home every single day. And for that, I am the luckiest lady possible.
Happy Valentines to both my wonderful Mr C and my Freddie. I love you both, as always; not just today but forever and more.
Today I have realised something that I should have acknowledged a long time ago. Maybe I chose to ignore it, perhaps I have been naive?
We live in a sad, sad world.
Tonight I took my 5 month old to his first ever swimming lesson. A momentous occasion in his life, a milestone, a celebration.
These milestones call for photographs. A snap to encapsulate every second of his growing. A way to freeze time and look back to reminisce.
As this was F's first ever swimming lesson, I wanted to take a photograph. I understand this is not allowed; there was signs plastered on the walls everywhere saying 'no mobile phones.'
Normally I would abide by these warnings but there was only F and another child in the giant pool and F and Mr C were right in front of where I was sat. I siezed the opportunity, sneakily located my phone and planned on taking a snap of my baby enjoying his swimming lesson. I didn't want to put this photo on a social networking site for thousands to see, I wanted to print it off and stick it into his memory book to commemorate the day.
As I clicked the button to capture, the realisation that I hadn't turned the flash off hit me like a tonne of bricks! The burst of light reflected off the metal bars and with the speed of lightening, the rather podgy and sour faces instructor came charging over with the grace and elegance of a bull in a china shop.
"You need a CRB check to do that?"
"Excuse me?"
"To take a picture of a child in the pool. Are you unable to read the signs?"
Said child was my child and if I was to be incredibly fecesious, as a primary school teacher, I do have CRB clearance which I would be happy to show her and quite possibly rub it in her face.
I understand these rules are here for protection. Child safety. Health and safety. Child protection etc. Whatever you want to call it, it's stupid. Complete and utter codswallopp.
Because of the minority of wierdos in this world, we are being punished. What a sad world we live in where we aren't able to take a photograph of our own child. I tweeted my dismay earlier and one lady replied that her children's centre had recently implemented a policy where mum's and dad's were not allowed to get their mobile phones out whilst inside the centre.
Madness.
I understand that said woman was doing her job. (I am slightly angered at her for the previous event at the beginning of the lesson she told Mr C off for putting his feet in the pool before the lesson begun and spoke to him like he was 7 years old.) I understand she was protecting F and the other child.
What saddens me is why she has to. What ever had this world come to? Do we really live in such a sad society?
What also angered me is that a women sat a few feet away from me for the whole duration of the lesson using her mobile phone. She wasn't even watching her own child swim. She was waiting for her child to start the lesson after F's.
She wasn't told. Stupid me who can't turn off the flash was. That woman may have been videoing the whole pool so evidently, if the world is that unsafe, they aren't implementing the policies to save us particularly well.
I'm not knocking the system. If we need protecting then so be it. It just deeply saddens, annoys and infuriates me that this is what the world has come to.
And if you're wondering, I did get a photograph. It happened to be of my feet whilst I recoiled in shock of my stupid pigging flash. Sod's bleeding law.
