CBeebies is staying!!!!!!

Thank the Lord! We are all saved. The news broke today that there are no plans to have CBeebies and CBBC as online only as previously stated! Woo! 

Don't get me wrong I certainly don't use the tele as a babysitter as such but boy is it handy when you want 10 minutes to do the washing up (shamelessly on Facebook whilst standing next to the washing up 🙊) or to go to the loo in peace (again whilst browsing Facebook) so it really does come in handy.

And as sad as it may seem I can say that I have taken a fancy to a couple of the 'on screen' guys so it has become my opportunity to drool for an hour a day. 😋 Ok maybe if it wasn't on everyday in my house then I wouldn't find myself crushing, I did feel myself pushing my 2 year old to watch Mr Maker a little too hard yesterday. It is after all the only chance I can sit for 15 minutes and drink a hot cup of tea with my little one sprawled on the sofa next to me watching bing.

I have to say it is educational, mine copy Mr Tumbles signing, learn about dinosaurs from Andy, always want to make weird stuff from Mr Maker, learn the alphabet with alphablocks, learn to cook with the lovely Katy and they love singing Mr Blooms title song (only thing I wouldn't have missed is that Balamory, the song gets stuck in my blooming head all day) so overall it's a good thing for our children, isn't it?! 

So hurrah for CBeebies, peace will continue in my house (yeah right) and I can continue to drool over Andy and Mr Maker. Mr Bloom takes my fancy sometimes too. 

Gosh, I need to get out more!

Until next time......

A xx

A night out....

My husband and I had a night out!! Without the children, wearing proper 'going out' clothes. You know the little section in your wardrobe that you have for going out in the hope you actually get an excuse to wear which you will probably only wear a couple of times a year. Ironically the top I pulled out to wear I wore a year ago with the same people, I swiftly got changed! (Note to self, update my going out clothes) 

We went for a lovely Chinese meal, I left with no seaweed in my hair, no sweet and sour sauce on my lap and no drinks were spilled! No forks being thrown over the table, no 'Muuuummy, he's touching me' 'Muuuummy,  I need a wee' what a treat!

D'you know though, as lovely as it is I still miss their little faces as you get used to meals out being with them and being a family occasion. But oh how nice it was opening a menu and not seeing 'Kids eat free' makes me feel all grown up and less Mumsie, hehe! 

And to actually order an alcoholic drink and not have a 2 year old begging to have some not understanding its not for them, just lovely! I got so used to just ordering a lime and soda or a water with ice and lemon that it took me a good ten minutes to even decide what I wanted! Martini was my choice and oh was it nice. 

After the meal I was fantasising about my pjs and watching Xfactor with a cup of tea and some pink panther wafers hidden at the back of the cupboard but my husband persuaded me to stay out and go for drinks and oh how glad am I that I went. We had some family who was having the children all night so we had nothing to worry about and we thoroughly enjoyed ourselves. 

Here are some things I forgot about a night out on the town:

1. The que's for the loos are soooooo long, ok it's nice to pee in peace but I'd take my little ones banging the door down demanding I rebuild their train set any day compared to standing for 15 minutes waiting thinking about how awful it'd be if I can't hold this in much longer. I almost wanted to say excuse me young'uns my bladder isn't as strong as yours, may you hurry up! I have to admit though, I do love eavesdropping all their 'drama' and getting the latest gossip. 

2. It takes forever to get a drink, I think the barmen sense you are '1 night a year-ers' and make you wait and wait until you get to the huffing and puffing stage. **tip: order two drinks at a time.

3. It's so loud! I thought my house was loud and I could cope with all noises seen as we manage to use our mummy skills and block out almost all winge related sounds and annoying noisey toys, but boy I could actually feel my vocal chords vibrating like crazy whilst trying to have a chat. I needed a megaphone!

4. The floors are sticky, I thought my kitchen floor after dinner was bad but this floor was pulling my sandals off. (Yes I said sandals, I chickened out of the heels and went for the sensible option, I knew my head would hurt the next morning why add my feet to that list, sensible eh?) 

5. No matter how many years you have been away from the town you will still quite happily walk miles in search of a kebab shop, you walk your 'I'm totally sober and responsible' walk and stumble in and order something bad and greasy, which you will always regret the next morning.

Overall though a lovely night, I missed the children like mad but thoroughly enjoyed a full nights sleep, although I still woke up early, how does that work? 

Oh and I forgot a side effect of drinking alcohol was a hangover, boy do I not miss those, after some cookie crisp (as that's all we had left in the cupboard before the usual Sunday shopping) a nice cuppa and a few paracetamol, I started to feel human again. Felt even better after a lovely roast, hmmm.

Anyhoos, until next time....

A xx

The joys of potty training.......

Why, oh why, oh why is this not easy?

You look into your toddlers gorgeous shiney eyes, you explain that wee wee's and poo poo's go in the potty or the toilet not in your pants, they nod and say 'yes because I'm a big boy Mummy' I beam with pride and think what a clever little man he's growing into and the big boy pants go on. 

10 minutes later.......

On my hands and knees with disinfectant and the 'wee cloth' cleaning up a puddle of pee. Hmmm, I'm starting to learn that a nod and a 'yes Mummy' is a 2 year olds way of saying 'shut up mummy and let me get back to watching Peppa Pig' aren't they clever little things.

Ironically the whole time he is free and naked we have absolutely no accidents, I often hear the joyful sound of the wee wee hitting the plastic potty and do a mini victory dance in my head thinking 'YES!' he's getting it but the second a pair of pants or shorts go on it all goes out the window.

I'm not sure if this is a boy thing or just my 2 year old but he absolutely loves being naked, when he is at home this is totally fine, especially when he does so well at potty training but as he cannot leave the house like that then this is where our problem lies. 

I also don't like the thought of someone else dealing with my little ones wee so as I am a working Mummy and he goes to necessary places of childcare I feel I have to put a pull up on him but ask them all to treat him like he has big boy pants on. This then confuses my poor little man and throws the previous work out of the window. 

What to do, what to do? 

I think I am just going to have to bite the bullet and keep him in big boy pants full time and let the accidents happen hoping he starts to realise that he doesn't like the feeling of warm wee dripping down his leg and into his socks and shoes (which he manages to do every time). 

I've just had a flashback to my husband mopping up a huge puddle of wee in Sainsbury's on Sunday with our 2 year old's shorts whilst using the trolley to semi hide what he was doing, hehe, what a top Daddy. He left that floor sparkling!

Anyhoos tomorrow is another day and due to it being the little nudist' first ever full day at preschool I think I am going to have to resort to pull ups as I don't think I have enough clothes to cover all the accidents he is likely to have, and I wouldn't want them dealing with his after lunch poo spewing down his leg.

On that note, any help and advice would be amazing and wish me luck going forward, I will keep you guys updated on the joys of potty training. 

Thanks for reading and I hope that anyone reading this who is also going through the same thing will now realise you are not alone! 

Until next time.......

A xx