Unwanted visitors....

We have rats living in our garden!

They're sort of cute when viewed at a distance from behind the safety of my double glazed patio doors, but as our garden is fairly small, having a rat living under the compost bin at the bottom of the garden is a little too close for comfort! Not to mention the one who payed a visit to my kitchen yesterday, thankfully it scarpered fairly quickly, but all the same, no-one wants a rat in their house do they?

I shall be instructing Gadget Man when he gets home that he needs to get rid of the compost bin asap, although I'm not sure what we'll do with the contents as a good proportion of it is just rotten veggies rather than proper compost! I really hope there's not a nest with babies in it, as I shall be in a proper quandry about the morality of uprooting babies from their nests, who afterall, didn't choose to be rats, or living in my compost bin!

However, having watched one rat zoom the length of our garden a number of times today, I'm feeling a bit less kindly towards them and just want my garden back!

Things you should be told before you get pregnant...

I'm now 14 weeks pregnant, and the reality of pregnancy is starting to kick in and I'm remembering (and reliving) all those delightful side-effects of pregnancy which no-one tells you about! Here are a few things you should know...

Firstly, it is not just your womb that is pregnant, despite what Hollywood and most celebrities would have you believe, your pregnant self is not you + a lovely round tummy. Every single bit of your body does weird and wonderful things during pregnancy, some can be explained, some of it, quite frankly, is just Mother Nature taking the piss.

A, your skin - it might be glowing, it might be greasy and covered in spots. You might get weird dark patches of pigmentation, it might get dry, you might sweat way more than normal. Most of this is down to hormones, the sweating thing is down to carrying a hot water bottle in your stomach.

B, your internal organs - they'll get squashed. With Moobles, by the time she was nearly cooked I was regularly being sick when I ate because there was just no room for the food anymore. Heartburn is a fun one, mainly due to your stomach being squished, but also, the hormones which work to relax your muscles, do a grand job of relaxing the muscle at the top of your stomach too, allowing it's contents to creep back out. The sickness is also fun, it's not guaranteed, but most women get some kind of Morning Sickness, some lucky ladies even get Hyperemesis which means they're puking pretty much 24/7 and can require IV meds and hospitalisation.

C, your bum - piles, constipation, the runs, needing to pee every 5 minutes, incontinence. All common pregnancy side-effects, none of them are much fun. Most of them you can do something about though, so don't suffer in silence!

D, your skeleton - the hormones chugging about your system relax not only your muscles, but the ligaments too, and your whole body actually gets wider to accommodate a growing baby and facilitate it's exit. This means your clothes won't fit, you'll need new bras and if you're unlucky (like me) some bits will take this a bit far and it can get quite painful. I've had PGP in all three pregnancies, which basically means the joint at the front of my pelvis is too wide, and it's inflamed which means my pelvis wiggles rather than being stable - it hurts, and last time led to me hobbling around on crutches.

E, your boobs - in preparation for breastfeeding, your boobs grow. marvellous you might think, but wait, they also get super sensitive and sore, so you'll probably want to operate a "look but don't touch" policy with your other half. They also might start leaking colostrum, or they might not, or one will leak more than the other. It's all normal, and none of it will have any bearing on how successful you'll be at breastfeeding, you might want to stock up on breastpads now though, and don't buy the cheap ones, you'll regret it when you're trying to disguise the circular shape showing through your clothes. I liked the Tommee Tippee Closer to nature ones personally.

F, your ladygarden - you'll be more prone to thrush, you might get varicose veins in delicate areas (yes really, but these resolve post-childbirth) you might completely go off sex, or you might want to jump your partner at every opportunity. And, most importantly, you'll soon be unable to see it! I'm reliably informed that midwives couldn't care less whether your garden is neatly trimmed or not, so don't panic on that account.

G, your mind - yes, pregnancy messes with your brain too. This can range from bizarre and vivid dreams, to being a bit over-emotional and highly strung and can even reach the point of ante-natal depression. Being a bit emotional is one thing, but if you're seriously down and miserable, please talk to someone about it, there is help out there and no-one will judge you as a bad mother or just being "a bit hormonal".

By no means does everyone get all, or even most of these, but if you're pregnant, and it's not the rosy, glowy, fun time you thought it was going to be, you're not alone! And if you're not pregnant, I hope I haven't put you off too much, this isn't meant to be a pregnancy horror story, just a little dose of reality to counteract all those OK! magazine shoots with slim, happy-to-be-pregnant celebs!

And if you're reading this and think I've missed some stuff out, feel free to comment and add your wisdom!

Heart over head....

I'm delighted to share some really exciting news with you (all two of you!), come October, there's going to be another Velcro Baby joining our family!

Apparently the teeniest Velcro Baby is due at the beginning of October, I'm not telling anyone the actual date because a, both previous arrivals have been a week or so late and b, I'm hoping to avoid all those "Any news?" texts/phonecalls/conversations which make me want to poke the questioner (who I'm sure is just well meaning and interested) in the eye.

We're expecting a few raised eyebrows over the arrival of this baby, on paper, this was probably not a sensible decision, but, I'm rarely sensible and anyway, who wants to live their life on paper? We live in a small house, we don't have a lot of money and we already have two young children. But ultimately, we knew we'd be far more likely to look back with regret on a life lived with a bit more room and a bit more money, than a life stuffed with children and love.

A lovely German friend assures me it's very common on the Continent to have millions of kids in small houses and just stuff them into corners and bunkbeds and such like, so we came over all European and threw caution to the wind.

Actually, I don't think we'll have to compromise on much, generally our kids stay in our room for quite a while anyway so I'm not too worried about not having a spare room for this baby. We also have a loft stuffed with clothes, reuseable nappies, toys, a cot, a buggy and millions of maternity clothes, so we shouldn't have to buy much, and breastfeeding was still free last time Ichecked.

I'm contemplating the idea of Tandem Feeding, as Velcro Boy is still enthusiastically breast-feeding and, if I'm honest, to satisfy my rebellious desire to do something REALLY controversial and out there! I fed Moobles until I was 6 months pregnant with VB, and if I'm honest, I'd really had enough by then and was knackered, with a little encouragement she was happy to stop. We'll see how things pan out this time, October is still a long way off I guess.

Happy Birthday to my lovely sister in law!

My lovely sister-in-law turned 30 yesterday. She's only a year older than me, and is already making me feel a bit better about the big 3 0!

I'd like to say a public HAPPY BIRTHDAY to her, she's a fabulous sister in law, aunty and friend who always puts others before herself and is one of the most beautiful people I know, both inside and out. She knows how to make others feel special, and I hope she knows just how special she is too.

This is her with my lovely husband and a very small Velcro Boy...

You live and learn

Spurred on by the (brief) spell of nice weather we've been out and about lots in the last few days and have learnt lots of things on our travels.

Moobles has learned how to scan shopping through the self-service till at the shop, she likes finding the barcodes and making the machine beep. She's been looking for barcodes on her books and toys, and I fear I may have to do a bit of research into exactly how a barcode is made and what it's for if Moobles current line of questioning is anything to go by!

Velcro Boy has learnt that if you cry "help! help! help!" repeatedly someone will come and rescue you while you're hanging precariously from the edge of your (tall) chest of drawers. Sadly, what VB hasn't learnt is that if you got stuck trying to climb down your chest of drawers from the top bunk the first five or six times, the chances are you're going to carry on getting stuck and should probably give up this dangerous occupation until your legs grow or there is someone in the room to airlift you off.

Gadget Man has learnt that he can move rather quickly when he hears VB shout "help! help! help!". So far he's had to jump out of the shower to rescue him and has managed to go from fast asleep to rescue mode in less than 3 seconds.

I have learnt that I really should aim lower when it comes to birthday cakes. We had a little family party for VB on Saturday and as tradition demands, I made him a cake. The last cake I attempted was meant to be the Mad Hatter's top hat, it tasted alright, but looked, um, dodgy. And Moobles is still bemoaning the fact that it didn't have Alice sitting on top of it almost a year on. So I decided to make Nigella's Devil's Food cake, figuring that if it looked awful, at least it would taste alright.

In order to make it a bit more VB friendly, I decided to make a marzipan Mike Wazowski, I really should know better! It turned out alright after a lot of swearing and "help" from small people. But much of the kitchen was coated in green food colouring, including Moobles who was attempting her own marzipan creation. VB also took the opportunity to cover the front room in cornflour, which was brilliant, because I didn't already have a tonne of things to do! Next year, I'm going to try and convince myself to just buy a plastic toy to go on top or maybe just buy a cake, it's got to be easier than making one!

Two years ago, I looked like this....

It was 10.30pm and were just about to leave to go to the hospital, I don't think either of us realised Velcro Boy would be making his appearance 90 minutes later, at 00.07am!

His birth was quick and intense, and it took a while for the midwives to believe he was about to arrive. But arrive he did, with very little effort on my part thankfully and he's been a constant joy and essential part of our little family ever since.

Happy Birthday for tomorrow gorgeous boy x x x

There are many ways of being a good mother....

"There are many, many ways of being a good mother. Your way may not be the same as your neighbour's, your sister's or the baby-writer's." Libby Purves

Do you know the single most important thing becoming a mother has taught me? That I don't have all the answers, and, if I don't know what to do with my own kids, I most certainly haven't a clue about anyone else's.

It is so, so easy to be judgemental, it's even rather fun at times. But it's so easy to point the finger and suggest solutions when actually we have no idea what is really going on. We don't know that mother or that child, we have no idea what they've been through, even in the 10 minutes before we started observing them and we have no idea what they'll do once out of our sight.

Velcro Boy threw an almighty tantrum in the doctor's waiting room the other day, I hadn't taken the buggy and he wasn't wearing shoes so he needed to go back in the sling, he disagreed, loudly, for 15 minutes.

15 minutes is a long time when you're sitting on the floor in front of 20 or so onlookers, several of whom were tutting loudly, gasping when VB threw himself on the floor, mentioning buggies and rods in backs etc. etc. I sat with Velcro Boy in my lap as he sobbed and sobbed, broken hearted at being stopped from dashing straight into a busy road and ignored the "wise words" being directed at me. Eventually I suggested we go and buy an apple, and the crying subsided a bit, enough for me to quickly secure him in the sling and beat a hasty retreat anyway! He got an apple from Tesco and carried it carefully all the way home, he'd stopped crying once we were outside anyway but being in the sling meant we could have a cuddle and forget all the sadness. I've no doubt plenty of those onlookers had their own opinions about what I should have done or not done, but frankly, I don't care. He's my lovely, screamy boy and I'll do what I think it is best.

Pre-children, I had so many pre-conceptions about the kind of mother I'd be and what my children would be like. I had romantic notions of sitting in parks reading long novels as my rosy-cheeked baby gurgled contentedly in it's carrycot, and I was going to make jam, lots of it, while my baby dozed happily in it's crib during the day (which I'd forced my mum to hand-paint exactly the right shade of pink, convinced we'd be using it ALL THE TIME - sorry mum!) and I wasn't going to be dictated to by my baby, I was going to sail through the baby days, all perfect make up and smiles.

What actually happened was that when Moobles arrived she was everything we'd dreamed of, the most beautiful, delicate baby anyone had ever seen (honestly!). And she had reflux. She was sick constantly, I had to take at least two changes of clothes for both of us everywhere for about the first year of her life. Forget make-up, I counted myself lucky if I couldn't see the crispy bits in my hair where she'd puked in it. She needed to be upright almost all the time, so spent much of her time in a sling, or on me. She slept in our bed or in my arms and if she cried I comforted her, if she needed feeding I fed her (about every 30 minutes or so for the first few months) and we bumbled along like that. No jam. No books. Definately no make up. It was great, it was not what I'd imagined, but it's what it took to get us all through that first puke-filled year and it worked for our family.

So now, when I see parents dealing with a screaming toddler, I smile and am grateful that today, it's not me! And when I hear expectant parents talk about Moses baskets and cribs I nod, cross my fingers for them and casually mention they might want to check out the co-sleeping guidelines "just in case".

If people ask for my opinion, I give it, and if they give me their opinion on my parenting they'll most certainly get my full reasoning, complete with research and long-winded explanation and probably wish they'd never bothered!

Honestly, life is just to short to worry about what everyone else is doing with their kids. I'm going to carry on doing what works for my family, and if, or when it stops working, I'll do something else!

Education or otherwise?

Moobles is due to start school in September, we've done the whole traipsing around local schools thing and have applied to a few local schools. We find out in April if she's got a place in any of those schools.

We've talked a lot about our options for educating our children, as well as school we've been considering Home Education or Educating Otherwise. It's a scary prospect, sending your child to school, and actually, just as scary considering not sending them to school. In Europe, many children don't start formal education until 6 or 7 and I certainly think that we shoe-horn kids into classrooms too early here.

But, could I cope having the children with me all day, every day? What would we do? How would we do it? How do we avoid just lazing on the sofa all day watching Monsters Inc? On the other hand, do I really want to relinquish all responsibility for Moobles 9-3 5 days a week? Without knowing who her teacher is and what other children she'll meet, I don't particularly want Moobles coming home swearing like a trooper or with an attitude 10 years too old for her.

We're still very firmly on the "undecided" bench, we've got a lot of researching and talking to do between now and September I think. Parenting is such a minefield, every decision needs to be agonised over and seems to have far reaching consequences for a small person's future.

This has all come round far too quickly for my liking, I'm sure it was only last week that Moobles was gagging on her first bit of sweet potato!

Climbing the laundry mountain

I think dirty clothes reproduce in our house! Honestly, they're EVERYWHERE! there are big piles, little piles and random bits under sofas and in corners.

It's not helped by Moobles who changes her outfit at least 3 times a day, either because she's been so desperate to play she hasn't managed to make it to the loo in time or just because she fancies a change and Velcro Boy who seems to spread as much food down his front as he gets in his mouth.

I don't mind it in the summer, but trying to wash and dry clothes when it's freezing cold and wet is no fun!

Bring on the sunshine, I can't wait!

What this mummy does....

I started today by writing a list of housework that needed doing, the fact that one of the points I listed was "incinerate bedroom and hope that clears most of the mess" should tell you how long the list was and how much it all needed doing.

I've done nothing. Nothing at all on my list. Here's what I've done instead:

• Nursery run x 2. The first time with a crying Moobles "I don't like nursery *waaaaiiiillll*" and VB who was wearing a coat over his pyjamas, the second run was much more pleasant thankfully.
• Sung Old McDonald countless times. VB is just getting the hang of talking and now requests "E I O" with whatever object he'd like you to sing about. We started with animals, today I was singing about the shoes, bees and hair Old McDonald has.
• Read many, many books
• Watched Shrek (or Far Far 'Way as Velcro Boy calls it)
• Made cards with Moobles
• Made finger puppets with Moobles
• Done ceramic painting with Moobles
• Cleared up the aftermath of all 3 activities
• Refereed the on-going brother/sister wrestling match. Actually, today hasn't been a bad day, we've only had one time out on the stairs and Moobles has only had her hair pulled a couple of times.
• Cooked dinner - no mean feat when you have small children demanding refills of their hot chocolate, wrestling in the other room or hanging from your trouser leg. We had Spag Bol tonight and Moobles actually voluntarily ate some, which is marvellous as we usually have to resort to bribery or threats of immediate bedtime in order to get anything that isn't cheese, crackers or a strawberry yoghurt into her.
• Did a food shop. Moobles was in the buggy as she claimed to have no energy in her legs for walking so VB was happily wrapped up on my back in a gorgeous wrap called Hoernum Fish by Didymos which is my current favourite. Getting there was fine, doing the shop was fine (except I lost count of how much I'd spent halfway round so had to go to the self service counter for fear of having to admit to the checkout lady that I needed to put stuff back - I didn't as it happened, hurrah!) Getting back home was, er, fun. Moobles decided she wanted to get out of the buggy, having rediscovered the energy she'd been lacking earlier, I said no as I had neither spare hands to hold hers nor the inclination to run after her with the buggy. This resulted in a monumental banshee shrieking style tantrum. Marvellous. She wailed and screamed all the way home and I perfected my mummy poker face and stared at a point in the distance, trying not to laugh.
• Provided a seemingly never ending supply of snacks; hot chocolate and crackers for Moobles and Wince Loddet (translates: drink chocolate aka hot chocolate) and Peed It (Peel it aka clementines) for VB.
• Had lots of kisses and cuddles and conversations about princesses and parties and nonsense and all sorts of very important things.
• Bathtime. On my own. Yikes! It wasn't too bad we even managed to wash hair although the bathroom is now decorated in crayon and covered in 1/2 inch water.
• Bedtime. On my own. This took forever, but was actually quite nice. I sat in between their two beds and listened to Moobles singing "Away in a Manger" and rolled my eyes at VB who spent well over an hour rolling, crawling, standing, sitting, doing headstands, jabbering away, laughing, demanding more songs, cuddling me and then poking me in the eyes because I'd dared to shut them for a second. He finally fell asleep thankfully, hopefully the next time he wakes the husband will be here to deal with him.

So, I feel less of a failure now. I did no housework, but I did lots of nice stuff with the kids and we all managed to get up, dressed, fed and back to bed again with minimum aggravation so it must have been a good day.

Anyway, Gadget Man is due home at 10pm (but he's going to the pub, so it'll be closer to 11pm) so I have a little while to some of the stuff on my list, I might at the very least hoover up the grated cheese in the front room and try and rescue the kitchen a bit.

Weird

						weird
						adjective
						odd, bizarre
						awe-inspiring, awful, creepy*, curious, dreadful, eccentric, eerie*, far-out, fearful, flaky*, freaky, funky*, ghastly, ghostly, grotesque, haunting, horrific, inscrutable, kinky*, kooky, magical, mysterious, occult, oddball, ominous, outlandish, peculiar, preternatural, queer, secret, singular, spooky*, strange, supernal, supernatural, uncanny, uncouth, unearthly, unnatural According to Thesaurus.com, this is the entry for "weird" and all the associated words. Now, call me picky, but I don't think I'm creepy, dreadful or freaky. On a good day I might be funky and I'd quite like to be magical but, in general I don't think the above list of words has much at all to do with me. So why, why, why do people insist on using the word "weird", when they actually mean something else. I mean, if you mean unnatural, disgusting or wrong then just say that, or if you just mean different or unusual, then those are much kinder words than weird! This blog has been kicked off by a comment I read online about Attachment Parenting. We've become attached parents quite by accident I think, our kids didn't much like to be put down when they were small (and in the case of Velcro Boy, not so small!) and slept better in our bed. We prefer to follow their lead, encouraging and gently steering them rather than telling them how or what they should be doing. I don't like it when my kids cry, and I do like cuddling and loving them, so AP has been something we've fallen into. It's what works for our family. I'm aware though, that especially as they get older our parenting style is noticeably different to lots of other people's. That's fine by me, my parenting of my kids isn't a political statement, I'm not trying to make others feel bad or criticize alternative choices. But, somehow my choices seem to offend people, particularly the very visible choices, mainly slinging and extended breastfeeding, and I'm not sure why people take my choices so personally, as if I'm silently criticizing their own decisions by being so unashamed about how we do things. We get nice comments too, lots of people tell me how comfy VB looks in the sling and a lovely old lady stopped me when we were visiting Glasgow to tell me how brilliant she thought it was that I was carrying an exhausted VB so close to my breast (we'd just done a marathon car journey and VB was fast asleep on my front in a wrap) and how comfy and loved he looked. Anyway, please don't call me weird. It'll only wind me up and force me to live up to your expectations. I might start knitting lentils or weaving sanitary towels out of yoghurt just for fun :) And just to congratulate you for getting this far, here's a couple of random, unusual photos, of my frankly bizarre kids (I'm allowed to say it, I'm their mum!) VB demonstrating his feelings about facing out in a sling Moobles + Face-paints + 5 mama-free minutes = abstract art!

It's been a while!

I seem to have accidentally taken the summer off from blogging - oops!

We've had a busy few months with lots of changes for all of us. I thought I'd give you a quick summary...

Gadget Man - my wonderful husband started a fabulous new job, which he loves and is perfect for him. He's a drummer and has a real passion for music and sharing it with others. His new job allows him to do what he loves all the time and with kids who really benefit from it and love it as much as he does. Unfortunately this has led to my house being full of instruments. Not just drums (40ish Djembes and a couple of drum kits) but cellos, glockenspiels, steel pans and the entire brass section of an orchestra. *Sigh* never mind, the kids love it, I'll be glad to reclaim my house though!

Moobles - Has started pre-school! She loves it, really, really loves it! Which has made it so much easier to leave her there, although it is very strange having her "missing" for part of every day. We now have to decide where she'll go next year, so the Great School Hunt begins, wish us luck!


Moobles ready to go to nursery on her first day

Velcro Boy - Is now 19 months old and finally walking! He's a lot less Velcro recently, and prefers dashing off at top speed in whatever direction is likely to lead to most trouble. He's also talking and has come out with some hilarious things, mostly quotes from tv programmes, or his now legendary Cookie Monster impression.


The gorgeous, newly mobile VB :)

So, it's been a funny few months and we're just settling back down into a routine and enjoying autumn and now looking forward to Christmas! I can't wait!

Still breastfeeding, still none of your business.

I've breastfed both of my children, and am very passionate about the fabulous benefits breastfeeding provides for both mum and baby. The World Health Organisation guidelines recommend breastfeeding until 2, and the worldwide average age a child weans from the breast is 4.

Moobles breastfed until she was 19 months and I was 6 months pregnant with Velcro Boy. Lots of people were shocked that I was breastfeeding while pregnant, convinced that I was causing harm to my unborn baby or that it was just plain wrong, and weren't afraid to tell me so! Eventually the time came when Moobles and I were both ready to stop and gradually she asked less and less and I stopped offering, until one day she didn't feed at all.

Velcro Boy is 16 months old and still breast-feeding lots. He feeds when he's hungry, when he's tired, when he's upset, when we've been apart for a little while and just when he fancies it generally. We feed at home, and while we're out and about, although lately VB has taken to impersonating the Cirque Du Soleil whilst feeding, so discretion is a bit tricky at the moment. Breastfeeding is so much more than nutrition, it's a fabulous bonding tool and a way of calming and reassuring him when he needs it. I'm aiming to breastfeed him for as long as it works for both him and me, hopefully beyond 2 years.

I'm not too worried about being discreet, I think it's a good thing to feed in public, to show people that it's normal and that it's perfectly possible to breastfeed and carry on with life. When VB was small, I was feeding him in a shop, sitting on the pouffes they provide for trying on shoes when I finished a mum with a tiny baby asked me she was allowed to feed in public, as she'd just seen me do it. She also told me that she hadn't been leaving the house for fear that she'd need to feed her baby in public and was considering switching to formula so she could get out more. I quickly put her straight, and sent her to the nearest Starbucks, with instructions to buy coffee and cake and find a comfy chair.

I'm not sure why people think it's okay to question my parenting decisions, or comment on them at all really. But next time someone asks if VB is *still* being breastfed, I'm gonna say "Yup, we're still breastfeeding, and it's still none of your business!"

Tropical fishies

Out of all the slings I own, I think my wraps are my favourites. They're basically long pieces of woven fabric which can be worn in a wide variety of ways to carry a child.

They're very comfy, and obviously more importantly totally beautiful! I have a few, in different lengths and colours for different carries and different moods.

One of my favourites is by Didymos and it's called Deep Sea Fish, it's a dark, denimy blue with fish woven into it. It's lovely to wrap with, and very comfy but a little bit boring. So, last night, I cracked out the fabric paints.

You can see the results in the photo, the fish on the left are in their original state, and the ones on the right have been painted. I'm really pleased with the results, I've just got to finish it off and then iron it to make it permanent!

Help! I have a Threenager!

Today has been one of *those* days. I think most parents will know what I mean, the kind of day that no-one warns you about pre-children, when it feels like someone has set your childs volume control to LOUD AND WHINGEY.

Moobles is three, she's always been, erm, strong-willed but since turning three it seems she's decided to up her game. This morning mostly consisted of her following me around the house whilst crying, or throwing a strop, or jumping on Velcro Boy. This meant that VB was even more velcro than usual thanks to his stroppy sister, which wound Moobles up even more and resulted in even more wailing.

*SIGH*

Thankfully, Super Gran made an unexpected visit which perked everybody up a bit and gave me an excuse to escape the wailing for a few minutes as Super Gran needed tea and all the milk was off (I don't drink the yucky stuff, so was oblivious to it's cheesiness when I used it to make the kids breakfast, which might explain why they didn't eat it - whoops!)

They're both in bed now, Moobles is asleep, VB is rolling round in his cot poking his legs through the bars and talking to his blanket. The house is a pit, nevermind, tomorrow is another day!

(ps) the photo is not from today, but it reminds me that generally, she's lovely!

Thank goodness for Dr Sears!

Moobles wasn't a particularly difficult baby, she just puked a lot and fed a lot. We mostly got round the puking by keeping her vertical as much as possible and always having at least three muslins within arm's reach. The feeding wasn't a problem, I happily spent hours pinned to the sofa munching junk food and watching films, afterall, I had nothing else to do, the housework could wait (it's still waiting!).

Aside from the puking, which didn't bother her greatly she was a fairly happy baby, very independant and sociable.

Velcro Boy was a bit different. The clue is in the name really, he was a placid little fellow for the first six weeks of his life, I even remember gloating smugly at him falling asleep in his crib and going 2-3 hours between feeds. Then something happened and he began to cry. All. The. Time. Seriously, unless he was feeding or sleeping he was screaming. There wasn't anything obvious wrong, nothing we tried worked except holding him and singing. So we held him and sang, for about 6 weeks, until gradually he stopped crying quite so much and even smiled occasionally!

VB is still very much a Velcro baby at 16 months, he's happiest when he's being cuddled, he's not particularly adventurous and he's still prone to frequent tears. So we still carry him a lot, he still breastfeeds whenever he wants and we soothe him when he's cranky.

It's been tough, I had Moobles to consider and sometimes VB had to wait while I made lunch or put her to bed, or counted to 10! But generally we've managed ok, mainly thanks to co-sleeping, breast-feeding and a large collection of slings!

So, imagine my delight when I flicked through the Sears "Attachment Parenting" book to discover that VB isn't miserable, spoilt or manipulative (as suggested by some well-meaning baby gurus) he's simply high-needs. And guess what? These babies don't need strict routines, or to be left to cry, they need comfort and cuddles.

So, yay! It wasn't me who broke my boy at six weeks, he's just high needs and he needs extra attention from us all.

So, to summarize; Dr Sears rocks. Babies cry - it's normal and sometimes you won't know why. You can't spoil a baby with love, carry them, cuddle them, sleep with them, feed them, do these things as often as possible. You won't make any kind of rod for your back, you'll just create a happy child who knows they're loved and is secure in that love.

A busy few days!

The last few days have been a bit of a whirlwind!

On Friday, Supergran and I took Moobles and VB to the farm. It was fabulous! They kids loved looking at the animals, and Supergran and I cooed over some teeny baby guinea pigs, but the big hit of the day was the adventure playground. Moobles choked down a couple of peanut butter sandwiches and then shunned the rest of the lovingly prepared picnic in favour of dangling precariously off climbing frames and walking the wrong way up slides. Velcro Boy cheerfully ate most of the picnic as well as a decent amount of sand and grass and then attacked SG while she was "resting her eyes" for five minutes.

The best, best bit of the day was a call from my lovely brother to let us now that him and his wife had just had a scan which confirmed they are expecting a healthy, wriggly baby on New Year's Eve! Hurrah!

Saturday was spent with some very lovely friends in Brockwell Park. We spent the morning in the paddling pool then retired for ice-cream and a run around. Gadget Man met us all after work and had a drum lesson to teach, so off we went. He went to teach his lesson and I took the kids to another park. They were grubby and exhausted by the end of the day, but had sooooo much fun!

A lovely day!

It was uncharacteristically hot here in South London today, so Velcro Boy and his big sister Moobles, spent most of the day in various states of undress, prancing about in the sandpit and paddling pool.

At one point Moobles came downstairs pretending to be me, wrapped in one of my dresses and wearing a pair of my high heels. Unfortunately a little while later she came to find me in the kitchen and informed me that "Velcro boy is playing in the paddling pool with your shoes". Oh dear. He was indeed sitting, fully clothed in the middle of the paddling pool, splashing about with my shoes and looking rather pleased with himself!

We ventured out to the Post Office today because we had a parcel to collect and I was hoping it was something exciting. Moobles rode on her new bike (well, she sat on it, I pushed it along and steered with the parent handle) and VB rode in our Solarweave Connecta which was the only thing light enough to sling with today. It's my newest sling, and I love it, it's very thin but supportive and UV protective too. Unfortunately, the parcel turned out to be something for my husband AKA Gadget Man, so nothing exciting at all, just more gubbins for his Iphone. We enjoyed the walk though and cheered ourselves up with houmous and strawberries when we got home (although not at the same time!).

Velcro?

Well yes, I've come to the conclusion that Mr Velcro could learn a thing or two from me. I seem to have at least one child attached to me at any given moment during the day (and night, if I'm really lucky!) I've made a conscious decision to allow my children as much access to me as they feel they need, and I'm completely happy with this choice, even when they're hanging off my ankles while I'm in the loo!

I'm not entirely sure what I'm going to blog about although I'm fairly sure I'll mention the kids a lot, so I suppose I'll start by introducing them and me.

I live in Sarf London with my lovely husband and two funny children, I have vague dreams of having chickens and rabbits roaming around the place, but as we live in a teeny Victorian terrace, we've settled for the odd visiting neighbourhood cat, fox and giant rats!

Our daughter is 3 going on 13, her current interests include glitter, pink, princesses and cats. I had noble intentions when she was born of never buying her anything pink and instilling feminist ideals in her from the off. However, I neglected to account for the switch that seems to be implanted in every toddler girl and gets flicked around their 3rd birthday, she went from playing with shape sorters and puzzles to pink and fluffy overnight. We've decided to embrace the pinkness, she likes it, it keeps her happy and we get a quiet life. Besides, she still loves climbing, jumping in puddles and rolling around in the mud, so I'm hopeful it won't be princesses and ponies forever more!

Our little boy is 1, he mainly spends his day eating inappropriate objects, drinking "Mik" and sitting in a sling. He's a very different soul to his independent sister, he loves cuddles and is very sociable and smiley but prefers to stay close to us rather than attempting to climb trees with his sister. Slings have proved very useful in parenting him and he's at his happiest when wrapped in some fabric and tied to an adult. This has led to me becoming a sling agent for Petit Poppet (www.petitpoppet.co.uk), I'm such a sling enthusiast it seemed like a natural step to be able to introduce others to the wonderful world of babywearing!