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I’m a bad person. Very bad. TRMan has even pointed out the reason why which means not only do I know I am bad, it is obvious to others as well. I am a waster. I waste food. And I don’t actually know why!
My portion sizes are too big – I think one plate of food I serve is supposed to feed 2 but I think that’s just in this world of obesity (or so I tell myself). I also cook too much food – I cook enough for about 4 people when I live by myself and only have to feed TRMan twice a week if that. So today, I decided that I would TRY to cook less food and eat smaller portions.
I’ve learnt that bolognese is a meal that can be made with many different ingredients. My older sister adds chopped peppers; my younger sister adds tobasco; some prefer lots of garlic and some prefer less tomato etc. Today’s bolognese consisted of:
So, I’ve been with TRMan since NYE now. We have gone from strength to strength, made future plans & him and Shy have got a great bond. If you don’t know the story, read it here. He’s the main male role model in her life although she does have extended male family (Uncles, Grandad, God Fathers etc).
In a conversation we were having the other day as I had been dealing with a few issues over the last few weeks, we discussed the matter of the role of “Father” I guess. In essence, TRMan is my daughters father. Continue reading
I know I am severely slacking with blog posts but I have to say this right now:
KUDOS!!!!! to you parents and bloggers balancing careers, 3 children, baking, active lifestyles, cross stitch and award winning blogs all in the space of one day. KUDOS!!
I have no idea how you do it and don’t think I ever will. I can just about manage my house, my child and my relationship with the potential to start studying coming up… Everything else is if and when possible, every now and then, if I know how LOL. I can’t even think of what to eat every day, so writing blog posts everyday is an aim but it will definitely take some time for me to master that skill.
This one is for all the mummys – a simple verse of prayer, in a childs manner. I love it and I hope one day Shy will be more than willing to Thank God for her mummy with just as much innocence!
I have to apologise for the lack of posts of late but the last 3 days have been not great!
It started with Shy vomiting on Thursday night so on Friday we went to the Dr who said she had an ear infection although I don’t think that was right. I went back to the doctors later in the day but the doctor wasn’t very helpful.
Saturday came and Shy had diarrhoea but I wasn’t aware of this until we were already out of the house and on our way to the Grand Designs Live show in ExCel London… And then the smell – the farts were horrendous. And she was in so much pain it was horrible for me to see. Still I thought it could just be teething…
Until 7pm on Saturday when we got home and I started vomiting… and vomiting… and vomiting. I was of no use to Shy and realised she had a stomach bug which had easily passed to me as I had been kissing her, sucking her dummy etc for the last few days. Come 9pm my sister arrived at my house only to see me collapse on my living room floor and strategically manage to place a washing up bowl in front of me before I started vomiting again!
After that, she decided we couldn’t be left alone and we got a cab to her house where I was sent straight to bed (luckily I didn’t vomit anymore) and Shy was well looked after!
At 4am my mum who had come to the Grand Designs Live show started vomiting at home and continued to do so for a good many more hours than I had… Another victim of kissing Shy in her moment of need on Saturday.
Let’s just say it’s not been the best of weekends but I guess it could have been worse!
I am in the process of updating my youtube channel with the aim of vlogging although I don’t think I’m very interesting to watch LOL http://www.youtube.com/channel/UCwQxI5JOd803za8fLmWKgPQ
Make me a dream… Kitchen as it goes. Yes, this post is all about my dream kitchen. Why? Because I always had this romantic idea of the kitchen being the centre of the house, the get together area, the making things with little hands helping room… The room all those good and hearty smells come from. The heart of the house to me is the kitchen. And I’m stuck in a council flat with a tiny kitchen that is nothing like my dream. So I thought I’d just share my dream on here instead!
I wouldn’t want anything white or metal – too clinical and show home. But saying that, I do have pretty fussy taste. I want it clean, organised but warm. With an island. Somewhere everyone can sit and see each other. But I want things hidden away. Cupboards that don’t look like cupboards for storing ironing boards and bigger items like washing machines and tumble dryers. You know… One of those where if you’re new to the house inside every cupboard and hidden door is a surprise LOL. I know I’m sad but so what.
I want glossy surfaces. Comfy stools. A touch of colour thrown in somehow. New contemporary modern. I want it all ha.
Here’s some pictures of my favourite kitchens (all found online via Carringtons)… If I could combine them into one kitchen somehow it would be awesome: