So this week I have been REALLY poorly, and even ended up in the hospital on Wednesday, to get me checked out. Thankfully, despite the fact I gave the impression that I was dying at the GP's office when Mummy got home from work, I managed to get myself round so that I was on top 'charm offensive' form for the nurses once I got to hospital... a pretty blonde one even called me Handsome! Although Daddy swears that she was talking about him instead! Anyway... the reason I had to go was because I wasn't drinking enough yummy water, and I also had such a sore mouth that I had to hang it out to get the cool air to it... clearly a great look ;-) They decided to give me a horrible noisy spray for my tongue (which I DO NOT like having), but it does help me to eat as it makes my tongue go all tingly. In fact yesterday (Thursday), I even managed to eat some soil from a pot plant once my tongue was all numb - but Mummy is never satisfied and made me spit it out! Sheesh!!
Anyway... Mummy says we have a pretty dull weekend coming up as we have to stay away from all other children, in case I give them one of my special licks and give them my nasty illness. I actually think its gonna be great, as I will get Mummy all to myself (Daddy is working all weekend), and make her run up and down while I find "dangerous" things to do! She gets SO cranky when I pull myself up to standing by those things on the wall, and stick my wet fingers into the little holes! I am SOOOOOOOO clever these days! I even almost stood up by myself today, but it made me laugh so much that I fell over before I could show Mummy properly. I will show Iggle Piggle later in my cot...
Friday, July 02, 2010
Wednesday, June 30, 2010
Hostile Takeover Bid...
So, Mummy is pretty rubbish at all this blogging stuff just lately. She pretends that she doesn't get time, but I know for a fact that she finds time to update her Facebook account, so I don't know what her caper is! Therefore, I am taking a leaf out of Lenabel McShearer's book and am taking over the blog! I am much more eloquent than Mummy anyway... and much better looking.
Anyway - I have been causing a bit of trouble just lately with various illnesses I have been picking up from nursery. They keep telling me not to lick other children, but I just can't help myself - they all taste so good. At the moment I have Hand, Foot and Mouth diease, which they tell me is a nasty old virus. It has made my mouth really really sore, and I can't seem to make my mind up about what I want to eat. When I try to eat what Mummy gives me, it hurts all the sores in my mouth - even though I am really hungry! So I have to keep getting grumpy old Mummy out of bed to give me milk at *just* the right temperature (not too hot and not too cold) - which she seems to be struggling with. Silly Mummy. It's such a shame that I have this virus as I can't go to nursery and play with my friends, or even better, follow my beloved Rhiannon around. She has lovely long eyelashes, and very pretty long hair which I like to clutch on to - especially when she tries to ignore me and play with other children.
So, I had better let Mummy get back on the computer and do this 'work' thing she keeps bleating about. I thought you would like to see a picture of me first though that was taken on a recent camping trip to North Norfolk. It was my first time in a tent, and I loved how hot and sleepy it made me... I have seen Mummy sleeping like this some nights after she has been out, and it looked like a cool thing to do ;-)
Milky kisses
Ewan
Anyway - I have been causing a bit of trouble just lately with various illnesses I have been picking up from nursery. They keep telling me not to lick other children, but I just can't help myself - they all taste so good. At the moment I have Hand, Foot and Mouth diease, which they tell me is a nasty old virus. It has made my mouth really really sore, and I can't seem to make my mind up about what I want to eat. When I try to eat what Mummy gives me, it hurts all the sores in my mouth - even though I am really hungry! So I have to keep getting grumpy old Mummy out of bed to give me milk at *just* the right temperature (not too hot and not too cold) - which she seems to be struggling with. Silly Mummy. It's such a shame that I have this virus as I can't go to nursery and play with my friends, or even better, follow my beloved Rhiannon around. She has lovely long eyelashes, and very pretty long hair which I like to clutch on to - especially when she tries to ignore me and play with other children.
So, I had better let Mummy get back on the computer and do this 'work' thing she keeps bleating about. I thought you would like to see a picture of me first though that was taken on a recent camping trip to North Norfolk. It was my first time in a tent, and I loved how hot and sleepy it made me... I have seen Mummy sleeping like this some nights after she has been out, and it looked like a cool thing to do ;-)
Milky kisses
Ewan
Wednesday, June 09, 2010
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
Ok...
So - baby Ewan is here (and more than seven months old, can you believe!), and I am back at work... I will try to get some blog updates back on the cards... (but not today!).
Looking forward to sharing some Ewan-ness with you!
Hayls
xxx
Looking forward to sharing some Ewan-ness with you!
Hayls
xxx
Thursday, July 09, 2009
Eviction Notice..
Dear Piglet,
I am issuing a 60-day notice for EVICTION. Tenant will have 60 days in which he can either gather his/her belongings and promptly vacate the premises, or wait until the final day. After which, he/she will be physically removed from the property. He/she's being evicted due to breech of contract and destruction of property. Expansions only to the FRONT of the house, within reasonable limits, were discussed. Not only have these limits been exceeded, but additions to the back of the house were also made. Remodeling and gutting of the home was never approved, nor was changing the initial layout and base structure. And due to property damage, there are now leaks in both the upper and lower levels of the home. On top of which, the landlord has received numerous complaints about nightly disturbances. After 60 days from this day that he/she doesn't comply to the notice will result in immediate and forceful removal at my discretion.
I am issuing a 60-day notice for EVICTION. Tenant will have 60 days in which he can either gather his/her belongings and promptly vacate the premises, or wait until the final day. After which, he/she will be physically removed from the property. He/she's being evicted due to breech of contract and destruction of property. Expansions only to the FRONT of the house, within reasonable limits, were discussed. Not only have these limits been exceeded, but additions to the back of the house were also made. Remodeling and gutting of the home was never approved, nor was changing the initial layout and base structure. And due to property damage, there are now leaks in both the upper and lower levels of the home. On top of which, the landlord has received numerous complaints about nightly disturbances. After 60 days from this day that he/she doesn't comply to the notice will result in immediate and forceful removal at my discretion.
Thursday, June 25, 2009
You might have noticed...
I don't blog an awful lot. Its not that I am lazy (although I am), its just that I don't actually trust myself to write anything but a big whinge-fest re: my various minor but irritating pregnancy related medical symptoms... heh.
Anyway - I thought I would save it all up and get it out all in one go ;-)...
Things they didn't tell me (or I didn't listen to):
1. You will get heartburn! I have NEVER had heartburn and am experiencing this charming little state of affairs for the first time. I get it mostly when I am hungry, or when I have just eaten... read that as ALL THE BLOODY TIME! If the old wives tale is correct - this baby has more hair than Justin Hawkins riding a Yak, wearing an Afghan coat and an afro wig!
2. You will feel as though you have a concrete ball in your pelvis (dropped from a great height, and suddenly). This one is kind of obvious, but for some reason I thought that you would just expand gradually and barely notice that you have 2 stone of blub cradled between your pelvic bones... let me tell you THIS DOES NOT FEEL NATURAL! :-)
3. You will end up with feet like Fred Flintstone. I know that I had a head start on this one (since I am already Frodo's foot double), but this is just plain silly.
4. If you are already well endowed in the 'chest' area, I thought you would be immune to expansion. I thought that my girls had done their bit for mankind at High School age, and would leave it at that. Oh no no no... I have gone from slightly silly sized to WOOOAAAAHHHHHH MAMMA sized - and lets just wait to see what they do when this milk comes in! I have already decided to try and sell the surplus supply, and pay for us all to go on holiday to Disney when Piglet is five. Either that, or pay for myself to have a breast reduction as soon as I am done having babies...
5. You will never ever sleep again... between getting out of bed to pee several times a night (looking somewhat like Guy the Gorilla when you finally manage to climb over the mountain of pillows and make your escape from the clutches of the sweat drenched sheets), getting kicked from the inside in unspeakable and previously unimaginable places, and being startled awake by sudden random dreadful thoughts, such as "will I ever be able to go to the cinema again???", "how will I know how many times to change the baby's bottom?!?!", "what if the baby is really ugly, and I don't realise?!?!?"... I might be able to snatch a few minutes of nightmare fuelled slumber, whilst perched on my left-hand side as I desperately try to improve blood flow to my poor fat little hands and feet.
6. You will forget from time to time that you are pregnant... and do ridiculous things (like run to cross the road), which bring you concerned/psychotic looks from other people. In fact - being pregnant means that you are not supposed to swear, flirt (ever so slightly, of course), drink anything vaguely resembling an alcoholic drink (not that I have - but have been told off for drinking alcohol free shandy, of all things!), tell dirty jokes... or even look like you might have anything other than baby-related thoughts. Appearing as though you are the Virgin Mary is required at all times... without the shawl and sandals though. Actually... a wedding ring might have helped me achieve this a little better - but hey, who's looking.
7. You get used to being regarded as public property - people have the right to fondle your fat belly and ask you all manner of personal questions... and then flame you for them.
8. You will get unspeakable rashes and pimples in unspeakable places (I hear that many of these are contracted via the illegal export of Australian textiles... heh). The less said, the better.
9. You will no longer remember your name... or what you were doing five seconds ago.
10. You will no longer remember your name... or what you were doing five seconds ago.
Anyway. Other than that, everything is just great, and I am adoring pregnancy. Ahem. To be honest though, I can't really complain too much... things are going great. We had a scan last week, and Piglet is doing really well (still big!) - soooo cute, he/she yawned and rubbed his/her eyes as if he/she was bored stiff by all the prodding and cooing. Piglet is breech at the moment, and his/her rather large head seems to be wedged under my right-hand rib (charming), so am trying to stand on my head for at least three seconds a day to rectify that ;-) Seriously though... I have read that you can try various tricks to try and get bubba to turn - my faves were playing classical music through headphones pressed on your pelvis (heh), and trying to get the baby to follow a slow moving torch beam - like a moth to a flame. My own other solution was to play some Danish music up around my rib area, and it is sure to flip of its own accord. I got my test results back for gestational diabetes, and everything is good with that - so like I said, things are not so bad.
The house extension seems to be coming along at a rate of knots... I wont go into some of the more tedious details of the actual progress, but needless to say it all goes alot more smoothly when Mark is on site to keep an eye on things (*things* namely being his father and his 'brickie' friend). There has been all manner of debris on the lawn (gasp), and an unprecedented amount of wiping of the kitchen floor. Nightmare.
That's all for now... here is a lovely picture of me taken last week by Sophie in her garden. I am mostly laughing at her children, who thought that the whole concept of taking my picture in my present state was ridiculous as I am "so fat"! Kids... you gotta love 'em! Chloe (her 8 year old) did make me smile when she asked how I would know it was Mark's baby, as he and I are not married... I think he is asking the same question ;-)
Lots of love,
Hayls
xxxxx
Anyway - I thought I would save it all up and get it out all in one go ;-)...
Things they didn't tell me (or I didn't listen to):
1. You will get heartburn! I have NEVER had heartburn and am experiencing this charming little state of affairs for the first time. I get it mostly when I am hungry, or when I have just eaten... read that as ALL THE BLOODY TIME! If the old wives tale is correct - this baby has more hair than Justin Hawkins riding a Yak, wearing an Afghan coat and an afro wig!
2. You will feel as though you have a concrete ball in your pelvis (dropped from a great height, and suddenly). This one is kind of obvious, but for some reason I thought that you would just expand gradually and barely notice that you have 2 stone of blub cradled between your pelvic bones... let me tell you THIS DOES NOT FEEL NATURAL! :-)
3. You will end up with feet like Fred Flintstone. I know that I had a head start on this one (since I am already Frodo's foot double), but this is just plain silly.
4. If you are already well endowed in the 'chest' area, I thought you would be immune to expansion. I thought that my girls had done their bit for mankind at High School age, and would leave it at that. Oh no no no... I have gone from slightly silly sized to WOOOAAAAHHHHHH MAMMA sized - and lets just wait to see what they do when this milk comes in! I have already decided to try and sell the surplus supply, and pay for us all to go on holiday to Disney when Piglet is five. Either that, or pay for myself to have a breast reduction as soon as I am done having babies...
5. You will never ever sleep again... between getting out of bed to pee several times a night (looking somewhat like Guy the Gorilla when you finally manage to climb over the mountain of pillows and make your escape from the clutches of the sweat drenched sheets), getting kicked from the inside in unspeakable and previously unimaginable places, and being startled awake by sudden random dreadful thoughts, such as "will I ever be able to go to the cinema again???", "how will I know how many times to change the baby's bottom?!?!", "what if the baby is really ugly, and I don't realise?!?!?"... I might be able to snatch a few minutes of nightmare fuelled slumber, whilst perched on my left-hand side as I desperately try to improve blood flow to my poor fat little hands and feet.
6. You will forget from time to time that you are pregnant... and do ridiculous things (like run to cross the road), which bring you concerned/psychotic looks from other people. In fact - being pregnant means that you are not supposed to swear, flirt (ever so slightly, of course), drink anything vaguely resembling an alcoholic drink (not that I have - but have been told off for drinking alcohol free shandy, of all things!), tell dirty jokes... or even look like you might have anything other than baby-related thoughts. Appearing as though you are the Virgin Mary is required at all times... without the shawl and sandals though. Actually... a wedding ring might have helped me achieve this a little better - but hey, who's looking.
7. You get used to being regarded as public property - people have the right to fondle your fat belly and ask you all manner of personal questions... and then flame you for them.
8. You will get unspeakable rashes and pimples in unspeakable places (I hear that many of these are contracted via the illegal export of Australian textiles... heh). The less said, the better.
9. You will no longer remember your name... or what you were doing five seconds ago.
10. You will no longer remember your name... or what you were doing five seconds ago.
Anyway. Other than that, everything is just great, and I am adoring pregnancy. Ahem. To be honest though, I can't really complain too much... things are going great. We had a scan last week, and Piglet is doing really well (still big!) - soooo cute, he/she yawned and rubbed his/her eyes as if he/she was bored stiff by all the prodding and cooing. Piglet is breech at the moment, and his/her rather large head seems to be wedged under my right-hand rib (charming), so am trying to stand on my head for at least three seconds a day to rectify that ;-) Seriously though... I have read that you can try various tricks to try and get bubba to turn - my faves were playing classical music through headphones pressed on your pelvis (heh), and trying to get the baby to follow a slow moving torch beam - like a moth to a flame. My own other solution was to play some Danish music up around my rib area, and it is sure to flip of its own accord. I got my test results back for gestational diabetes, and everything is good with that - so like I said, things are not so bad.
The house extension seems to be coming along at a rate of knots... I wont go into some of the more tedious details of the actual progress, but needless to say it all goes alot more smoothly when Mark is on site to keep an eye on things (*things* namely being his father and his 'brickie' friend). There has been all manner of debris on the lawn (gasp), and an unprecedented amount of wiping of the kitchen floor. Nightmare.
That's all for now... here is a lovely picture of me taken last week by Sophie in her garden. I am mostly laughing at her children, who thought that the whole concept of taking my picture in my present state was ridiculous as I am "so fat"! Kids... you gotta love 'em! Chloe (her 8 year old) did make me smile when she asked how I would know it was Mark's baby, as he and I are not married... I think he is asking the same question ;-)
Lots of love,
Hayls
xxxxx
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