Happy Birthday Me…

So it is here at last, so far I’m the only one to see it!

How does it feel? A relief actually.

30 seems like an age when you have to be achieving the things you put off in your 20’s, so I have the mortgage and the smalls, I suddenly feel able to kick back and enjoy them…

40 is not so bad, yes there are things I won’t be doing again like having more children or enjoying the pleasures of hot young men… Ces’t La Vie.

Now is the time to be nurturing the smalls making them the best people they can be and I can only do that to the best of my ability, so let’s make it fun!

Okay 40 – bring it on!

13st 2lb for those following, yes I missed my target weight by 9lb but I lost 1st 8lb and that is worth celebrating too, perhaps I will reach my goal by Christmas!

13 days…

Only 13 days left of my thirties and I don’t think I mind any longer.

When I turned 30, I spend ages looking in the mirror trying to see the woman I thought I knew inside, I really didn’t recognise myself and of course I found that alarming and disconcerting.  This week I have been looking in the mirror and I can see a new me, older, yes of course but it is a me I can recognise and relate to.

Perhaps it is the weight loss that has helped, I’m back at my pre pregnancy weight, which is good but I was a bit chubby back then too so there is still a way to go.  I have managed to put my wedding and engagement rings back on, my finger is still a little pudgy but they are on and that makes me happier.

I lost another lb this week for all the excess at the weekend, 1lb a week is slower than I hoped to loose weight but is that really important as long as it is coming off slowly and staying off?  I’m 12lb away from my first weight target of 12st 7lb and that is really very cool 😀 Perhaps as a thyroid sufferer this is all I can expect to loose per week.

Things are hotting up for my birthday, Daddy still doesn’t know if he is allowed the day off so I’m going ahead with my plan of dropping the smalls off at nursery, having a manicure and then going shopping in Bath for a glam outfit for my night out on the 6th.  I had hoped to spend a few hours at the Thermae spa, it’s looking unlikely, perhaps if I get any birthday money I may indulge myself.  I do intend to enjoy a very strong coffee with a large cake somewhere I can watch the world go by.

I’m still in the dark about the plans for my birthday and the control freak in me is not best happy with this, I am of the opinion however, that if one is lucky enough to have a special friend who will go out of their way to make something good happen for you then you are a really lucky so and so and should slap the control freak down and go with the flow.

Bring it on….

The little man’s 2nd birthday

Well, there he is, my “baby” boy, on his second birthday.

It only seems like yesterday that he arrived, face all screwed up and crying, the exact same weight as his big sister.

When the little miss came to the hospital to meet him she was really pleased with him, she was more taken with the fact she was staying at Nana’s on her own, I felt a bit bereft when she left the hospital with Nana, happy as larry…

He’s a little demolition derby, he’s like a whirlwind in action, from the moment I hear him shout “Mummmyyy, down Mummy” in the morning until the minute he finally succumbs to sleep at night. He does give me a break in the afternoon for a swift nap. I lift him out of the cot (which he hasn’t tried to get out of himself thank goodness!) and he’s off, trotting down the corridor at top gallop, his first wordonce up is his sisters name, he worships her, she gets huge hugs!
Like his Father before him, he likes to take things part to see how they work, if it’s loose it gets pulled off, if it’d fixed it gets waggled until it is loose and gets pulled off, I’m looking forward to him learning how to fix things.

Drawing is a big favourite and he will sit studiously creating squiggles and swirls for ages, we keep his crayons in a bucket which he happily grabs two from, one in each hand.
He loves trains and cars, it’s a enigma, before he cae along she had one or two cars which she played with on and off preferring her teddy and pushchair, he found them and it was love at first sight (that and pretending to phone people with all sorts of things pressed to his ear saying “el-lo” at top volume).

Despite his love of Thomas and all things with wheels he doesn’t like watching him on the telly, he loves “peppy” Peppa Pig and thats what he asks for, Peppa is his sisters  favourite too…

Happy Birthday Liz!

Today is my step sisters birthday, Happy Birthday Liz!

She is 5 months younger than me, we met at school when we were about 6 or 7.  Her father used to call us the terrible twins.  We attended brownies together and it was during those days of lift sharing that our parents met (I may save that story for when I’m feeling braver…)

Over the years I have many many memories of our time together as friends and sisters, our shared holidays with the parents usually involved the general mischief that teenage girls get up to, mostly involving boys, we were scarily innocent really.

I remember hurrying to the pier in Exmouth because of a cute pair of twins  who liked to fish there we were about 11 then. They were from Lancashire and didn’t seem to mind us hanging around to much, I’m in touch with one of them still after all this time.   There were the chaps who threw pebbles at our window one year, again in Exmouth, though how they expected us to get down from the first floor I have no idea!

Spain stays with me because at 15 we were given too much rope by our parents in retrospect, we spent a lot of our time with the other 15/16 year olds on the campsite of various nationalities and it was our first holiday where we discovered the joys of drinking – not in the binge drinking way the youngster seem to be now ( How old do I sound!) but we were amazed by how much vodka the Spanish actually put in a vodka and lime! After a night out there we were staggering together back through the campsite I was part dragging her as she seemed unable to support herself when I saw her father approaching “Liz – it’s your Dad” Instantly sober and upright we walked back with him, I’m still not sure how she pulled it off or if we actually did pull it off at all, I may have to ask him one day.

My favourite holiday was a in St. Jean du Mont, France. It’s a beautiful area of lovely beaches, warm sea and blue skyies, such colours!  This time we were away with Liz’s cousin Nicola as well, after spending time lolling around on the beach we got chatting to four chaps from Paris, bronzed Adonises!  they were camping near our caravan site, it was more an adventure in language and culture than anything else.  Nicola could speak better french than us and we managed to struggle along, the hilarity over “car blue” where  adjectives got swapped around never fails to raise a smile, Laurent had an obsession with the word “Pudding” and made us say it over and over.  They were drinking Malibu and pineapple one day (mid afternoon!) and one of the chaps said “Ooo la la Malibu, ” that became a kind of mantra that springs to mind every time I see a coconut.  During lunch one day Liz refused to share someones burger due to being vegetarian, they just couldn’t understand it!  Nicola had to explain vegetarianism without knowing the actual french word, which translated came across as “Liz doesn’t eat small animals” not quite right but it caused some laughter.  Good times.

We lived in different parts of England as we grew up, after leaving home I moved South about the time she was moving North, we would meet up at Christmas to try and play “Triv” whilst drinking up the festive spirit, often too much!

So on her birthday, not a big one yet, I enjoy that prospect later this year…  I’d like to say thanks to Liz for being my sister and Cheers! I hope you enjoy your day and any mad metal music and drinkies that may involve!