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OK I won’t leave you in suspense any longer.
There were some great guesses – my favourite being:
“a banana leaf hanging over a piece of paper and the bottom of a saucepan” by OwainDodo which I thought was an inspired guess!
My Kitchen Clock
I’m going to write a review of MissB’s new dress once we’ve had a chance to wash it etc to see how well it stands up to day to day life but I took this photo today and couldn’t resist showing off MissB in her new Sophie4Sophie dress.
and the other side
This post is this weeks entry for The Gallery over at Sticky Fingers. The theme for this week is holidays.
Now this prompt really got me thinking, should I go for a photo of my year living and working in Australia before I went to uni, should I post a photo of family holidays with my parents and family, should I post a photo of my honeymoon…choices, choices, choices.
In the end I opted for this photograph:
This photo was taken in 2006, about 6 months after I met my husband and it was on this holiday he proposed to me. We went to Lindos in Rhodes and late one evening we went for a walk up to the Acropolis in the dark and up there he dropped down on one knee and proposed. I said yes and almost 4 years later here we are, married with a baby. I look at this photo and it’s like looking at another person, I look so much younger there and so full of life – compared to how I feel at the minute having had a lot of sleepless nights over the last 7 months.
The only holiday we’ve had since then has been our honeymoon and since then we’ve been so busy moving house twice, both of us starting new jobs, being pregnant and having a baby – that holidays have been kind of neglected
I have a feeling our next holiday will be slightly different with a toddler in tow and it will certainly add a different focus on what we do – but I think I’m ready for one now
Today I’m feeling down, today I’m feeling lonely and it’s all my fault.
It’s my fault because I don’t make friends easily.
It’s my fault because I was once betrayed by my closest friends and since then I don’t let people get close.
I don’t have a single close friend up here in the north-east, nobody to just talk to, nobody to go out for a drink with, nobody to go to the cinema with – yep nobody. I’d have loved to go to the cinema to watch SATC2 but I had nobody to go with and I didn’t dare go by myself.
I’ve 128 friends on facebook, 358 followers on twitter but I’m lonely.
I am lucky if I speak to anybody except my husband in any single day. I think my only interaction with an adult today was to order a coffee in Starbucks. I sat there drinking my coffee with MissB and looked around. I was the only one by myself. There were couples talking, groups of friends chatting over their coffee and I had MissB to talk to.
I stopped going to my NCT groups meet ups because they clashed with MissB’s nap time so she would just get overtired and scream.
I thought I had a close friend up here, we set up a business together and then when I was 8 months pregnant she decided to move abroad and dumped me in it, leaving me to carry on the business by myself. I was doing VAT returns for a client two days after giving birth.
I miss my family, I miss my horses, I miss having people to talk to, I miss being able to go out for a drink.
The only thing that makes me smile today is knowing that MissB will always be there for me to talk to. She may be tired and grouchy today, she may have just thrown up her entire bottle over me, she may be teething and super grumpy but at least she listens to me. She doesn’t understand a word I’m saying and she’s too young to realise that mummy’s crying because she is sad today – so she looks at me with that cheeky grin and it makes it all a little easier to handle.
And because this is a miserable post I’m not even going to bother tweeting it because if nobody reads it I don’t really mind – I just wanted to write something seeing as I’ve nobody here to tell it to.
I’ve been questioned a few times on twitter as to what is the baby cage that I keep referring to. So I thought I’d better clarify that I do NOT keep my baby in some kind of pet cage, please don’t send around social services just yet.
The baby cage is in fact a 2mx2m wooden playpen that I bought which gives MissB plenty of room to roll around and play in. I’ve put down some nice soft foam matting in the bottom of it and we now have a great area for her to play in where she won’t keep banging her head on our hardwood floors. It also keeps the baby on one side and the cats on the other which is an added bonus.
It is called the baby cage after a “helpful comment” I received from someone about how cruel it was to cage babies in playpens and I should let her follow me everywhere when she can walk – which is a lovely and romantic idea until she follows me into the kitchen and ends up with a cup of tea on her head.
So there we have it – the Baby Cage explained!