Saturday, 26 October 2013
Tuesday, 15 October 2013
Henry is trying to talk all the time and I am totally smitten with his cute little voice. His favourite word is definitely 'Daddy', when Ashley goes out Henry will sit by the door calling 'Daddy' and when we go out for walks he'll call for daddy too.
Henry is close to each member of his family and I'm sure he must have more cuddles than anyone else on the entire planet!
Playing with cars is one of Henry's favourite pastimes and I absolutely adore the car noises he makes. Despite being so ridiculously mollycoddled, Henry is a very masculine boy, he's surrounded by 'boys' toys and 'girls' toys but he always opts to play with the 'boys' toys. He also loves a wrestle with his dad and big brothers.
One of the things I love about having an almost fourteen month old baby is how much better bedtimes are. Henry has been the most difficult baby at night time and I hardly had any sleep for ten or eleven months but now, oh how things have changed. Every night at exactly six o'clock (I do like routine) Henry is washed, pyjama-ed and ready for bed, I pick him up and we do our usual routine of walking round the house saying 'Night, night' to everyone, Henry really enjoys this and always has a massive grin for everyone as he receives his kisses and cuddles. Then I put him in his cot, give him a kiss, he waves me goodnight and goes straight to sleep. Utterly perfect!
Tuesday, 8 October 2013
I take the children out for a walk every day, I feel it’s really important for them to get some fresh air and let off steam. Personally, I can’t stand being cooped up all day so every day I go out with my little entourage of five and we appreciate the changing seasons, I think one of the best things about England is how different each season is.
Saturday, 5 October 2013
Ashley and I have lots of experience of dealing with little children when they have jammed something up their noses. Over the years we have, well mostly Ashley has, perfected the art of extracting foreign objects from nostrils. It usually involves tweezers or if they can't easily grab then a paper clip fashioned into a small hook shape. These wonderful implements have pulled out anything from peas to beads to Play Dough.
Last night, my three year old son, Odin, decided to wedge a small piece of folded foam as far up his little nostril as he could manage, which was very, very far I hasten to add. We got the torch out, tried the tweezers to no avail and then the specially made hook but alas no it was just not coming out. Just to make it even worse; poor Odin has a terrible cold, you can imagine the snotty scene! I kept having to stop to wretch.
|Ashley doing the nostril inspection|
After giving up with the hook we took a little break, I consulted very helpful twitter people who mainly advised me to keep calm and go to A&E. Then at last Samantha's brain had a wave! What about the hoover? After all the last thing I wanted was to go to A&E for many hours on a Friday night with all those unsavoury characters that always seem to be there.
|Break time, maybe Twitter can help|
I explained to Odin that we were going to try the hoover which he seemed to think was a better idea than the hook but as soon as I went near him with the hoover he started screaming and crying. Would this experience scar him for life? Well he just needs to toughen up a bit I justified to myself as I pinned him down and stuck the hoover pipe briefly over his nostril. After three attempts to my utter surprise it was out.
Odin was immediately extremely happy and told me I was a very clever, special mummy for getting the foam out. What a relief! All the drama was over and my little boy still loved me.
Of course this is not medical advice, just my method of dealing with nostril obstructions. If you're ever in this situation and unsure of what to do then maybe a trip to A&E to be on the safe side is the best bet.
Thursday, 3 October 2013
Of course no birthday in our house would be complete without a few tantrums from the younger ones, I think they just get over excited and can't cope with all their excess energy. I pretty much just ignore it and they soon get over it, by lunch time everyone was back to normal, whatever normal is!
Samantha's main present was a pair of roller blades so now all three girls have a pair and spend many hours skating about after their lessons.