Nom nom nom
And other choice phrases such as “No.” and “Get your foot off his head!” are just a few of the things that you, if you were my next door neighbour, would hear me say.
You might even go so far as to wonder whether it’s actually a recording which fires with alarming regularity. When you find out it isn’t a recording, you’ll wonder why the hell I DON’T record it because the kids might possibly take more (some as opposed to none) notice of a broken record.
Sometimes I wonder the same.
Oscar is so obsessed with his brother he is constantly touching and stroking him. This would be lovely if he didn’t also feel the need to occasionally try and remove Ru’s eyeballs.
Let’s add “Not in his eyes!” to the list.
Thing is, my kids are not very responsive. Rarely, I’ll get a sideways glance, sometimes even s dirty look.
Most of the time, I get ignored.:
Poke, Poke, Poke
“How many times do I have to tell you to leave the baby alone?”
“He is now that you’ve put your fingers up his nose, yes.”
Dedicated to them.
Filled with strength, love and support
Admiration for their courage
Hope and positive thoughts.
Something (or should I say someone) has been bought to my attention, which has made me feel a need to write about not being married and my choice to have my children outside of wedlock.
In 2008, I began planning our wedding. We had been trying for children for almost a year, and we we’re just biding our time until we were due to be tested.
The date we picked was the 21st of September. We found a venue, sorted out food, found a dress. Everything was just waiting confirmation when the funds slipped through our fingers and we realised it would be impossible to raise the cash in time. So we put the wedding back a year.
I then found out I was pregnant at the end of December with a due date of 2nd of September. We knew then that our wedding would have to be put on hold.
Baby was born, money got tighter.
We decided at this point that we didn’t want it to be a big deal that one of our children had been born before we were married. I mean, it’s not a big deal. But parents can be cruel and kids can get bullied as a result of these things so we made the decision to go ahead and have our second child.
Now, my own opinions on marriage are somewhat biased. I don’t believe it is necessary to have a piece of paper to tell people we are in a relationship. I have seen several marriages fall apart due to infidelity. If someone is going to cheat they will do it regardless of marital status, circumstance or even opportunity in some cases! Both my partner and I are free to leave the relationship at any time but stay together because we love each other.
Not saying I wouldn’t like a special day to celebrate our little family, but it can wait.
At least that’s what she tells me.
I am being a monster! She growls.
Cute. Until I spend two hours appeasing her brother and he finally drops off and she decides she is going to be a monster right in his face.
Sometimes, I think she really is a monster.
When my children are not well, I like to pull them to me and hold them close, making sure they can hear my heartbeat.
A mothers heartbeat is an eternal comfort.
When Oscar is restless and will not sleep, I rest his head on my chest and don’t speak, letting him hear the sounds from the womb.
My body branded O before he was born. The strawberry kiss on the back of his head a reminder he was pressed low in my pelvis for a long while. But it is his face which is the most telling and fascinates me. His forehead bears a reddy purple v shape; the shape of my uneven pubic bone. It will fade. Maybe not until school age, but it will go.
I love these small things as they link me to my children, prompting me everyday to remember that together we are something wonderful.
Jigsaw puzzle soup, served with a side of stacking cup
Fork in a teapot
Babywipe lovingly cooked and presented on a hairbrush.
Snap card pie
Large portion of snap cards, each delicately folded and placed in a large stacking cup.
An obviously hot liquid which needs cooling by blowing on.
More fork in a teapot
Small cup of tea to be downed in one.
But if I did, this would be it.