Griff was headhunted recently and asked to go for a photo shoot for ‘Gro’. We were picked up in a stretch limo* and taken to the studio. Griff smiled and smiled and I suddenly acquired an American accent and started shouting ‘work it baby!’ ‘Work it babbbby’ which weirdly worked and he smiled throughout. I was so proud of my little guy and here he is on the gro website ..
*details might have exaggerated a little.. Due to a proud mum
I love food so much, I could write a blog solely dedicated to food, I am sure I have in the past blogged about it but just in case I am wrong, here is another.
Every time I walk up town, I cannot help myself from walking into ‘Thorntons’, I am sure they have a magnetic field surrounding their store and if you walk within 30 yards, the top half of your body turns and your legs follow straight into the shop to the Vienese Truffles.
We have decided in our house once a week to make something from scratch, this week was pizza. Yesterday, me, Rudi and Griff spent 3.5 hours making a simple Jamie Oliver Pizza. We bought all the ingredients and started kneading the pizza base. Forty five minutes later, I was still kneading until I realised we were missing 0.6L of water. Still, we didn’t give up and it was the tastiest pizza we have ever had.
Breastfeeding is a great excuse to eat whatever I want, I was initially giving up at 6 months but the way I am eating, I am going to have to continue until Griff is 30, or maybe have another..
I am the proud owner of a second ‘Mad Mike’ painting. I have never had the pleasure of meeting the artist behind this masterpiece but I have heard a lot about him.
My uncle Gareth has met him lots of times, he sells his very reasonably priced paintings on a market stall in a small town, its all a bit of a mystery. I have heard stories that he lives on a boat, has long grey hair, wears cowboy boots, long fingernails and a tweed holey waistcoat. ( I made some of them up ) What I do know is that he is very talented and his paintings are amazing.
To be the proud owner of a custom painting doesn’t come easy, but its well worth the wait.
Oh, and its ‘Art Mike’ not ‘Mad Mike’
This week I decided to pop into Sainsburys for some milk with the boys, I had plenty of time and unusually the car with me. I put the kids in a trolley, started to make my way to the milk aisle when I slowed down and started singing along with the christmas carol’s that were being played over the radio.
On route to the much needed milk, I notice people crowding around down the bottom of the store, I find myself joining them, I use my trolley to get my hands on whatever they are all after. I need it, I have to have it, I pick up a Lynx Africa set for a third of the price. I am relieved, put it in my trolley and carry on to get my milk.
Four steps later, I notice that three separate women have picked up ‘celebrations’ on offer with a pound off, I pick one up. Bargain. After Eights only £2 ? I’ll take two packs, I am on a roll, bottles of coke £1, Ill have three.
You see where this is going, I end up at the till, £91.60 later, I have got a trolley full.. return home, and I got everything … put the carols on and make a cuppa.. I’ve forgotten the milk.
Rudi turning two is worthy of a blog, my gentle, loving, caring little side kick who has enriched my life and stolen my sleep is growing up.
We went back over the border for the celebration, he had a small one before we left and by the time we had the second party he was a pro at blowing out candles and accepting gifts. His technique was ‘grab the gift, look downwards, slowly turn around and run back to me’, and no, I didn’t teach him that.
My life changed completely the moment Rudi tore his way into my world, I was unaware how different life was with a child. I found myself clinging onto my twenties saying ‘Once I stop breastfeeding .. Ill get my life back’, or ‘When he sleeps through the night.. I’ll get my life back’, and I never realised how wrong I can be! I do not want my old life back, my life is the best its ever been, I have two absolutely gorgeous boys who make me smile and laugh every day, and I am very lucky to have them.
So Happy Birthday Rude Boy! Now you are two, maybe you will do mummy and daddy a favour and sleep through the night? Then they can party like its 1999.