Forgive me?!? 

Two babes…. 

This has brought quite a change to our lives…. A change that no one really can explain. The joys it has brought and the tears…. Life can be quite difficult. 

The sleepless nights that little miss has brought with her…. And the joy!!! 

Little miss is now one and our little lord is nearly three. All I can say is ‘it is worth it’. It is worth all the tantrums… Mine included, it’s worth all the tears… Mine included too! 

I haven’t posted in quite some time as to be honest it’s only now that I have been able to have the energy and the time to do so. I had been left with a query though… Now that my babes are older do I post about their little lives…. If I do am I not invading their privacy?! It’s a tricky one… But today that question was answered for me. Within a couple of hours this afternoon ‘outaboutmum’ was reborn. More on that subject will come soon…. Very soon I promise. I just wanted to say I’m back….. It’s been a while, but I’m here and won’t be going anywhere this time!!! 

Stop debating. Just be good.

My thoughts exactly. We all waste too much time thinking about solving everyone’s problems….. Which of we took a little more time to “just be good” there wouldn’t be so many problems!!

Alpine Mummy

The other day I was sitting in a park, on my own, daydreaming. As you do.

Well, no, not really as I do. Having three kids and a job and all (did I ever mention that?!), I find little time to sit daydreaming in the sun, with a good book and a coffee in my hand. But it was lunchtime on a workday, the kids were miles away, and I had managed to sneak out of the office for a whole hour, to sit in the sun with a good book and a coffee in my hand. Luxury.

Ray of light

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Clean up or not clean up?

Everyday living with a 19month old and a BIG chocolate labrador I am faced with the decision to disrupt their play and tidy up or to just let things be. The room they are in can usually be found very easily with the trail of destruction they have left ….. It’s like a little treasure trail.
The treasure at the end being my two beautiful boys.

As I am writing this I am looking at one of those trails…

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Just as i take a little sigh as to the thought of more tidying up… I look further into the room and discover really things aren’t that bad…. Both boys are happy and content…

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And really what’s more important, me having a tidy and organised house at this present moment or me having a happy and peaceful house?

I choose the later, however many perhaps wouldn’t but to me my house comes second…. Well maybe third, or fourth! Lol

I think you get the gist!

( I will now finish my peppermint tea and start to tidy )

Easter

So this eater brought masses pain masses of chocolate into my house, so much so I decided enough was enough and some baking needed to be done!!
We decided to melt down the chocolate eggs and bake chocolate cupcakes and some good old fashioned chocolate crispy buns. We went to our local bargain shop and bought some fluffy chicks, to add to our masterpieces! My little lord devoured two…. He is a one in each hand kinda guy!!

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We decided to use Peter Rabbit cupcake cases and figures for our chocolate cupcakes…. Which turned out extremely yummy indeed.

The recipe is as follows…

8oz self raising flour
8oz caster sugar
8oz stork baking marg
4 organic eggs
2 tbspns of coco powder mixed with one of hot water.

You could bung everything into one big mix, however I tend to mix butter and sugar and then gradually add my eggs and flour alternating between them. The coco mixture I added last.

This quantity made 16 medium cupcakes and a small cake ( I hate leaving left overs…. My husbands work approved ).

I baked these in a fan assisted oven for 25 mins and cooled them on a wire rake.

For the icing I used the melted chocolate eggs… Two medium eggs melted VERY slowly over a pan of steaming water ( not boiling ). I meanwhile beat

3 oz of butter
6oz of icing sugar.

A little truck is to beat the butter first until into a paste and then gradually add the icing sugar….. This creates a smaller cloud of icing sugar than if you beat them both together initially.

I added the smooth cooled melted chocolate. If you think the icing is still a little thick add a tough of milk, though mix everything well in your mixer.

The finished products were devoured quickly by my own little chocoholic…. Who I can safely say had a lovely Easter!!!

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It’s been a while

So it really has been a while…. And I hope you will forgive me for my absence. With baby two now on the way and a really not so nice bout of sickness and nausea at the start, I am now starting to feel more like myself. However it has been hard!

I am so blessed to be preggers again and I feel so happy about the situation, however this is now….. A couple of months ago was a different story. Well that’s not entirely true…. I still felt blessed and was very happy, though along with that came extremes …. Nausea ( all the time ), vomiting uncontrollably about two/ three times a week, tiredness so bad I could have slept at any time of day.

Yeah I know what some of you are thinking….. You did it! Yes I did…. And I wouldn’t change it for the world. But the second pregnancy when you have a one year old who needs mummy’s full attention is much harder than I had ever expected!!

However now that I am (hopefully) over this first little hurdle I can start to enjoy myself again. I hate these people that moan through pregnancy…. So I promise my little bit of moaning is well and truly over. It’s all good from now on….. Promise!

This morning when daddy was tending to our unruly garden for the first time this year, I tended to our gorgeous little man and some cleaning at the same time….

Here is little man’s Sunday morning masterpiece ( with a little help from mummy )

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…. Here is poor daddy still working hard!!

A Ten-Month-Old’s Letter To Santa

Fabulous and oh so true

The Ugly Volvo

Dear Santa,

 I am a ten-month-old baby and I write because my mother has been sending out my “Christmas List” to people, and her list does not in any way represent the things I really want.  I could give two s#*ts about receiving stacking cups.

And I know you’re ready to make the joke about ten month-old babies and how all we want is the wrapping paper and the boxes.  Touché, SantaTouché.   We do, of course, want those things.  But I have a number of additional things I want very badly.

My list is enclosed below.  Have a lovely holiday.

-Ten Month-Old Baby

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A Comprehensive List of The Things I Want For Christmas:

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1.) This Laptop Cord

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I want this laptop cord more than I have ever wanted anything.   Please.  I also want the power strip with…

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Good morning

When you wake to hear the wind howling outside your window, and the sound of your baby in the monitor, it’s a roll over, covers over head moment.

However this morning wasn’t that bad…. Cuddles, giggles, tickles and kisses. Don’t you just love these mornings!!

And it was only eight o’clock …. So we have had a lie in!!!! Fabulous.

Please excuse the early morning picture of myself, but I just wanted to show you all how fun early windy cold mornings can be….

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Christmas has arrived

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Last year our little man was only a couple of months old so he was oblivious to Christmas and everything that came with it. However this year it is very very different.

Every day he comes down the stairs with me for his bottle and mummy cuddle and looks at our tree like he has seen it for the first time.

We decided to put our tree up early so he could fully experience the excitement of the lights etc.

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His first introduction was met with a lot of ohhs and aghs!!

Then he decided to give it a kick just to check it didn’t move…

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Christmas is going to be fun in our house…. The tree has been tugged, kicked and pulled over and it has only been up a week!!

But our little tree is loved by all!! And it’s Christmas is going to be fun packed living in our house along with our little man!!

Sinterklaas

Love this recipe, something me and my monster will be trying out.

Details, naturally

 

I am not good at blogging. A good blogger starts talking about Thanksgiving a month before Thanksgiving, a good blogger posts recipes for Easter a week before Easter, so that people can actually use the recipe, a good bloggerbakes Christmas cookies in November.. I am not a good blogger.

Two days ago Holland celebrated Sinterklaas; this is my (late) post about it. It is my favorite time of the year, but also the most hectic. So many things happen and so many things have to be arranged that the Internet passes on the background of life. Roberto and I celebrated it on Monday, because Sinterklaas had a heavy gift for me (geez, I still can’t believe what I got!!), and couldn’t travel around the Netherlands with it, so he decided to stop early at my place. We lit candles, sang songs, ate chocolate and pepernoten and unwrapped presents. Such a…

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who needs food?!

For the last couple of days, i have had a little monster who point blank refuses to eat. I have tried everything, from eating in front of television, eating a picnic style dinner in the living room with toys and books, eating while walking and crawling; nothing worked. 

I have spent the last couple of days making all his favourite foods to have them being spat out at me as soon as the spoon enters his mouth. It actually got to the stage he wouldn’t even taste the food on his spoon, I was literally pulling my hair out. He only has one tooth, therefore finger foods revolve around toast/ toasted muffins/ bread sticks etc, however none of these are what you would call substantial dinners.

Last night we tried mince and potatoes (liquidized), chicken casserole (liquidized), toast with cheese; the only thing he would eat even a little bit of, was his organic strawberry yoghurt. All that goes through your head is when will I be able to get to sleep, as if he doesn’t eat he won’t sleep. We worried that he wouldn’t get enough food to sustain him through the night. However he slept till half seven. Where is the sense in that?

I have after a day of refection decided to leave him not eat if that is what he wants at dinner time. I do not want to make him unhappy, I do not want him to associate unhappiness with his highchair and dinner time. I will not force feed him, I do not want an unhappy little bunny at dinner time. 

After spending time thinking about all the pros and cons of this decision, he ate all his dinner tonight?! Would you believe that!

I talked to him non stop, let him choose between his toasted muffin, soup or custard. I discussed how that we were going to have stop playing in advance, turned the tv off and walked him through to the kitchen. I let him watch me pour his soup into his bowl, butter his toasted muffin. I then let him watch me whisk the custard powder into the warmed milk. 

It was a very talkative dinner….

“In your soup we have courgette, leek, butternut squash….. “,

“would you like another bit of buttered muffin?”,

“can you see the butter melting on your hot muffin?”.

He was like a different boy. He sat transfixed on his dinner and smiled and chatted through eating it. We gave him a wooden spoon and spatula to investigate and he was like a miniature Gordan Ramsey sitting up in his high chair, like lord of the manner. 

Just when you think you have figured them out, when you think you have decided the way forward…. they go and change it all up again.

Life is tricky with a little person in your life, but it is worth all the sleepless nights, worth all the emotional turmoil, worth all the ups and downs. They throw something new into the mix every time, just when you think you have it all sorted out they change it all again.

May tomorrow bring a little man who eats or doesn’t eat, who sleeps or doesn’t sleep, who shouts or doesn’t shout, he is our little bundle of joy and thats all that matters.