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Christmas break

It has felt like a long time since I’ve had so long off. Well, in reality I’ve been on the go for months rather than weeks at a time. Being a full-time student and part-time worker has left me less than a full-time mum. There is guilt that goes along with that, but I know that I’m doing the right thing for us now, and I hope, for the future.

I had a whole three weeks off (minus two days at work) over Christmas 2013 and New Year 2014. It was fantastic!

Christmas street party

Christmas street party with my beautiful boy.

My baby really enjoyed having his mummy, and for five days mummy and daddy, around for playtimes and cuddles and general fun and laughter. I baked a lot. I had Henry help me eat all the cakes. We made a gingerbread house and homemade mince pies and pavlova and banoffee pie and probably 4 or 5 batches of cupcakes.

We told stories of Santa, and left out one of said mince pies, a carrot and a glass of milk for him on Christmas Eve.

He rode the train with daddy!

He rode the train with daddy!

 

On Christmas day, Henry woke up and said, ‘Merry Christmas, daddy. Merry Christmas, mummy’ and opened his stocking presents from Santa wrapped up in his duvet in his bed. He was so excited about the crayons and pencils and colouring books and cookie cutters I’d filled his stocking with. He couldn’t believe his eyes when he walked into the living room as saw a huge pile of presents, all neatly wrapped up, and a chalkboard easel ready for him to play with.

Presents for my sweet.

Presents for my sweet.

He has done lots of drawings already. Lots of squiggles that he tells us are trains, or rockets, or tractors. He also got a Peppa Pig spaceship. That was a successful gift. There was also his ‘main’ present; a Buzz Lightyear action figure. The proper one that looks just like the movies. It’s wings have lights on the ends and it has karate-chop action too. Henry’s daddy and I were very impressed. £25 worth of impressed. We now have a two-year-old who excitedly runs around saying ‘to infinity, and beyond!’, when he’s not singing Jingle Bells or Happy Birthday. I feel he’s a little confused about these different events.

My little artist.

My little artist.

We went on to have a lovely meal and evening at the in-laws. It was fantastic. We all ended up in onesies (2013, the year of the adult onesie…) and ate until we had to roll out of the door and into our beds, all sleeping like babies. If babies slept well, that is.

And now I’m back to work. Back to uni. Back to only seeing my baby evenings and weekends. I look forward to summer now. I cuddle him and don’t ever want to put him down. He’s so lovely, and perfect, and squishy and when he laughs, I laugh and feel so warm and happy.

The gingerbread house, demolished on Christmas day.

The gingerbread house, demolished on Christmas day.

It’ll be worth it, I keep telling myself.

At least I truly appreciate how special he is. When I see him, and he smiles and says “it’s mummy!” I feel like the best person in the world.

Such is being a mother.

This is happiness.

This is happiness.

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Shifting the Baby Weight

It’s been over 13 months since my little darling was born. I wasn’t too worried about my weight (although not happy about it) after being told that it would just ‘drop off’ while breastfeeding. I breastfed for 8 months, and nothing. I wasn’t exercising like I should, and food was last on my list of priorities, so I can’t really say I’m surprised.

But for the last couple of months, I’ve been exercising regularly (at least 4 hours a week, plus generally being more active) and trying to eat better. I have put Christmas down to nothing more than a hiccup.

There comes a time when you can’t use the excuse of having just had a baby. I’m so jealous of those few women who spring right back to how they were before. There is no better motivation, however, than the horrifying situation when you get mistaken for being pregnant when you aren’t. This happened to me a few months ago now. An older lady in a fitting room of Debenhams came up to me while I was holding Henry and said,

“You’ve got your hands full, haven’t you?” to which I replied, “Yes.” thinking that she was talking about my son.

Then she said, “Do you know what you’re having yet?”.

“Excuse me?”

“Do you know what you’re having yet?”

“I’m not pregnant.”

“Oh, I beg your pardon.”

NEVER assume someone is pregnant, unless they are in Mothercare, with a basketball sized belly and holding up a tiny babygro to their stomach and complaining about heartburn.

It has given me the kick I needed though, even though I went home and ate a whole tub of Ben & Jerry’s and watched Bridget Jones. I have now begun to make a change.

However, despite feeling a improvement in my general well-being, I have experienced only a slight weight loss, which has been completely destroyed by overeating, the seasonal meals, buffets and chocolatey/alcoholic/fattJillian Michaels 30 Day Shredy treats.

So now, it is time to kick start this again. I have less than 6 months left until my wedding day, and at least 2 or 3 stone to shed. Can it be done? Can I really stick to it?

I’ve also started the 30 day shred. That Jillian, she’s a tough cookie isn’t she?

Any tips or advice will be gratefully received!

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3 Sleeps ’til Christmas

I have been looking forward to Christmas so much this year! It’ll be Henry’s second one, but he’ll realise he has new toys to play with this year!

It’s almost a year since we got engaged, on Christmas day 2011. It was the most perfect present, all wrapped up under the tree in a little box. I was under strict instructions to leave that one until last. I must have showed everyone my left hand that day, week and up until it turned from yelps of happiness into polite smiles and a nod of the head. But it only happens once! And I’m excited that the most important thing is already sorted; the fact that I’m going to marry the love of my life!

Henry was a month old on his first Christmas, sporting a little reindeer jumper with the words “santa’s little helper” printed across the front.

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He didn’t know what was going on, but did seem interested in the tree and decorations. I can’t believe it has been a whole year since then. 3 more sleeps and Henry can enjoy a day that will always be so full of love. A day that cemented our little family unit. It just wouldn’t be Christmas without our little boy.

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Christmas Preparations

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My homemade christmas decorations – the challenge is making them toddler-proof!

I was so excited about christmas this year that I put the decorations up on 30 November. We have the tree on our kitchen counter to stop it being so tempting for Henry. I’m sure it would have only been about 30 seconds before Henry decided to try and climb it, and instead ending up under it.

All my christmas shopping is done too, and we’ve just bought Henry his big present. It’s a Smart Trike DX; a bright green trike that we can use instead of the pushchair on walks. Henry is at that stage now where he hates being put in his pushchair because he wants to see the world. He likes to see what’s going on, and he loves to feel like he’s a big boy.

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So for christmas, we’ll give him his trike (which his daddy has promised to build so I don’t have to!) and hopefully he’ll enjoy going for walks again. He had so much fun being pushed around in it in the shop - giggling like a cutie pie! Though he made quite a fuss when we had to take him out of it…

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First Christmas

It’s Henry’s first Christmas! He doesn’t realise what’s going on though, he just likes looking at all the shiny decorations and the huge christmas tree in the corner. He’s been made a right fuss of though, and has gotten so much attention and cuddles from all the family.

He had a number of fancy dress outfits for the day. Henry was Santa, a reindeer and Santa’s Little Helper today. It has to be done.

Also, Henry got to be the only one to watch his mummy and daddy get engaged! There was a small ring box wrapped up under the tree. Romance is well and truly alive! I am one lucky lady.