Persil-tastic!

I am not quite sure when it happened but the day has arrived that I am as excited over getting a HUGE bargain box of Persil non-bio as I am at getting a new pair of shoes! My best friend took me to (heaven) Makro last week and as we entered the doors my eyes lit up as I looked at my friend and said 'we are going to need a bigger trolley' (much like Broady's boat reference in Jaws). An oversized bottle of ketchup and a 5 litre bottle of lenor later we are back out at the car trying to squeeze in our giant bargains and giant babies but feeling very happy at our purchases! Speaking of purchases - my sisters and my eldest Niece are coming over to visit us in Chester from Dublin for the weekend and we are off to the Trafford centre tomorrow! I can't wait to spend some proper time with them without my kids in tow (well until my middle sister gets fed up with my indecisiveness, I get fed up with my middle sister's organising and my eldest sister gets fed up with us all for asking her to make our decisions on everything until she ends up solving all problems both emotional and shopping related and then we will all go and eat when I won’t be able to decide on what to have without consulting the eldest and so on) I really wish I hadn't put on that half a stone since Greece as I won't buy anything now ‘until I loose my weight’ - on the other hand after 10 months maternity leave I should only really be going to the local co-op to buy bread and water! Anyway back to the Trafford centre - my niece will think that all her birthdays have come at once, and luckily for her she has just had her 16th so she is in line for some spoiling. I believed she has researched the shopping trip much to the level that the archaeologists research the excavation of the tombs of Egypt. The last time she came to visit she ended up in an ambulance at 1am with me, my middle sister and my son then 18months old and he had a temperature of 34.4oC (2nd degree hypothermia) so I am hoping for a better weekend this time. Take a baby to hospital with hypothermia and then you will know what a disapproving look looks like! Do you know that she managed to do her make up before the ambulance came - impressive I thought! I just about managed clothes but my sister however in the panic, ended up naked in the kitchen. I love my family.

yea but no but

After launching himself from the 5th step of the stairs onto a laminate floor to the background screams of 'BE CAREFULL!!!' ,my 3 year old has progressed from his normal reply to everything (which is ... 'but mummy') and has actually replied 'yea but no but'.

As a girl born and raised in Dublin I am going to find it difficult to come to terms with my son talking in Little Britain speak I am however totally in love with his adorable Liverpool / London accent. If only he would throw heavier more damaging things down the stairs (I hate that floor)

Speaking of heavy things - the baby had 6 hours in nursery today in prep for me going 'back to school' next week. My 3 year old somehow sensed i was getting time to myself and got a temperature and ended up at home with me "poorly" (despite being able to repeatedly hurl himself down the stairs).

I dread them going in full time. I haven't worked full time in years never mind study - the horror!!! The nursery earn their money with my eldest but I kinda feel that they should be paying me for the sheer pleasure of looking after my baby, the Incredible 'Mr Happy Head'.

A Nappy on a Plate

Last night my son handed me a nappy on a plate. My first thought was 'when did this happen?' not when did he put a nappy on a plate or indeed why did he put a nappy on a plate but when did I get transported from Borneo drinking a large tequila sunrise on the beach with my new husband to a room that resembles ground zero and being handed a nappy on a plate (dirty at that)? My mother always told me that alcohol can make you pregnant. She was right.

I have also been handed a poo when I was on the phone once.