'Get your finger out of my mouth I'm trying to eat this crap!'

We're trying to stop Molly eating every piece of fluff, underlay, grass, leaves, cat fur, sticky buds (from said cat) and general floor crap that she can get her tiny little fingers on. Any ideas? Please!

And before all you smart arses say 'hoover', if only it were that simple. We have 400 year old carpet that is being replaced on Monday and in preparation for this hubby has been hacking said carpet randomly to repair squeaky old floorboards underneath, I'm surprised I've not lost her completely under these holes...

I'm sure it can't be very pleasant for her to have me sticking my fingers in her mouth every 10 minutes to extricate another miniscule piece of something harmless, just in case it's not! But it doesn't seem to be unduly upsetting her, in fact she's using it as biting practise - OUCH her little teeth are sharp, thank God there are only two so far, otherwise she'd be mauling me to death!

Yay for Easter!!

You've got to love Public Holidays eh? Religious or otherwise, (as you know we aren't religious or otherwise, well, I suppose we are otherwise, but I digress) but what better way to have an extended weekend of family fun without using up hubby's precious allowance! With of course the added bonus of far, far too much chocolate, hoorah!

Four whole days off for hubby, and even better, since he is still in a cast he can't disappear into the garden or start another DIY project. Molly is in her element (and I'm very pleased too, I mean I want those little jobs done, but I can wait... for a while eh?)

With all this time together it's made me realise how much happens with Molly that he doesn't get to see, and although I try to remember all the new things she does so that I can tell him all about them when he gets home from work, this weekend was really a great chance for him to see her do all this stuff for himself.

Molly has just recently started to really play, both on her own and with me. Her favourite thing at the moment is to lift up Mummy's shirt and blow raspberries on my flobbily tummy, she can make the loudest noise and thinks it's hilarious, well, I think it's hilarious and laughed lots the first time she did it so of course it's now her party trick. So cute, she really does laugh, and she
understands that she's being funny, how cool is that!

She's also learned to clap, which really seems to help her with her dancing (this has to be seen to be believed, she's a right little rock chick, bobbing up and down and swaying about) both of which I'm sure she would do all day everyday if I let her. Music is her passion at present, she'll dance to anything, ads on TV, her tummy time gym, Mummy singing in the kitchen - as you can see, she's not fussy, and I am worried about her musical ear!?! She's been pointing at everything for a wee while now, so whilst discovering her hands I guess clapping was the next step. She's so funny, she only has to her clapping and cheering and she'll join in, laughing and clapping along. She even claps herself when I say 'good girl'.

We've had to give her her own phone just so we can get to the real phone before her now. She has Daddy's old mobile and holds it up to her ear and says 'ehoh' (Teletubby style). It's completely my fault, I've always let her 'talk' on the phone to all the family back home so now if she doesn't get to talk when I am she gets most upset and makes it virtually impossible for me to hold a proper conversation with anyone. She doesn't seem to think that anyone would prefer to talk to me then her... I worry, soon this will be true and I'll never get to use my own phone!!

The most irritating thing that she's started to do (and I'm hoping will stop as quickly as it started) is emptying the toy box, one toy at a time, completely. Throwing each toy as far as she can across the floor and then deciding that she didn't really want to play with any of those things after all, in fact, I think I'll just go and terrorize the cat instead! Poor Phoebe.

It's Official!

Today I told my boss that I would not be returning to work next month! Woo hoo!!

I'm officially a stay-at-home Mum and I couldn't be happier. I ummed and ahhed for a while but only in a kind of half hearted way. Yes we could do with the money, and yes sometimes I miss the place. But not that often, I get all the good gossip from hubby and see all the people I really miss outside of work so hey... don't miss the office politics that's for sure!

Molly is the best job I've ever had, I have no idea if I'm any good at it and I certainly don't get paid like I used to, but I love it and I'm sticking at it for as long as I can.

Orange vomit and blue casts...

It's been a colourful weekend that's for sure!

Molly has developed a serious liking for mandarin oranges, which is obviously a good thing. We're still struggling to get her eating 'back on track', after the cough, cold and teething seem to have thrown her appetite out the window, so anything that she likes we'll give it to her. Fruit has always been her favourite and some days all she really eats is a couple of pears and some banana. Voluntarily that is, I'm not adverse to tricking her into eating the odd spoonful of stew, etc., and the TV is a wonderful distraction from whatever Mummy's doing with the spoon!

The only problem being that she still has quite a good hacking cough at the moment (it's bronchialitis, and will run it's course in a week or so... hopefully!), and at lunch time today, after consuming an inordinate amount of orange for someone so small, she laughed at Daddy, made herself cough and proceeded to vomit bright orange gunk all over herself and the surrounding area. Poor little sausage, actually, she wasn't bothered at all, in fact she was still laughing at Daddy, who made a hasty escape and left me to clean it all up!

But, I forgive him - only this once, and for a good reason - because he can't get his right arm wet at the moment. It is encased in a bright blue, soft plaster cast. No, I'd never heard of them either, but it turns out that a compound fracture in the hand (long story, he'll tell you when he sees you) requires a soft cast for about 10 days to heal correctly. So, for 10 days - counting down now! - it's just me getting mucky, clearing up and generally getting wet with bubs, joy!!

Don't worry, I'll make sure he makes up for it the moment the cast is off. This happens on the Tuesday after the long Easter weekend, I'm thinking Molly may overdo it on the chocolate eggs, what do you think?