Two cats, Youngling and Me

Frugal Friday #2

2012-01-27T09:16:00.004Z

Last week I discussed my need to de-clutter my house and attempt to make some money back on my possessions. I have been selling bits and bobs on Ebay and have managed to sell a few bits here and there. However Youngling has had few birthday parties to go to this month (3 and counting). Instead of putting the cash from purchases into our savings account I opted to use that for the presents and getting to the parties etc. Now I need to be brutal and decide which books I can do without and pop them on Amazon for sale. I used to sell quite a few on Amazon but found it suddenly got bombarded with sellers and my books wouldn't sell.

After writing last weeks post I found I came across so many other bloggers trying to save a penny and make a pound. Coffee Curls kindly suggested keeping a money jar by the front door to pop lose change in. You never know when you have visitors they may do the same ;-)

I also swung by Emma's blog: Me, The Man & The Baby and came across her 'Second Hand Buys' post. It's a weekly post about saving money by purchasing second hand items instead of paying full whack for brand new items. She got some good buys for her children and I fully support her for doing it. There is absolutely no shame in buying second hand. I had hand-me-downs as a child and I like to support local charity shops by buying Youngling some bits and bobs from them.

This week I learnt that if you cannot afford to get to the hair dressers simply let your hair grow to save on the pennies. I needed a hair cut so badly that I decided to give myself a bit of a trim. It may not be the best hair cut in the world but it did the job for me and makes the cut look ten times better than it did.

Ignore gormless look on my face it was very late at night!

If you do not trust yourself with a pair of scissors then don't do it. Ask around. Maybe put a notice on Facebook or Twitter and ask to swap a spot of babysitting for a quick trim. Or if you are a hairdresser maybe you could offer your services to people in exchange for something. Perhaps you need a spot of gardening doing? Or a pile of ironing? It's all about give and take.

So thus far we've learnt:

- Planning meals in advance ~ courtesy of Kate

- Selling on Ebay/Amazon ~ courtesy of The Highly Unlikely Housewife

- Save a Penny ~ courtesy of Coffee Curls

- Buying Second Hand ~ courtesy of Emma

- Cutting own hair ~ courtesy of moi.

I hope we can come with it an even bigger list so please drop me an email with any of your ideas and leave your comments below, thanks.

Take care, and keep saving.

Kate

Wordless Wednesday

2012-01-25T21:14:00.000Z

What does it mean?

2012-01-23T10:07:00.004Z

I had the strangest dreams last night and I just cannot shake off the weirdness from them. I am actually disturbed by them and cannot help but wonder what they mean. There were about five in total but they all rolled into one. Maybe you can help me figure out what they mean?

1. I was on holiday in Italy or some such place. It was almost as if I were a native - but strangely like I was a male native (maybe just a tom boy). I had to sell some possessions, old wicker chairs, to stay in the country for fear of being deported. I was sent on this 'mission' by darker skinned natives. The feeling of urgency was quite high.

2. I was then transported (as a female this time) to another holiday destination. It was the only pure white salt-stone beach. I was with another woman, a female friend - I think we'd only just met, and children. All of a sudden she notices her dark haired daughter unconscious in the water. It was up to me to revive her. It was so traumatic and I couldn't understand why this mother would leave her precious daughter alone to drown. I would give anything to have a little girl. She came round and looked up at me all angelic. I felt warm and safe then.

3. The next thing I know I'm crying in a house (that isn't my house in the dream or in reality). I am then sitting talking to an old work colleague and I kiss his cheek three times. No reaction from him. So I move towards his lips and he pulls away. "Are you sure you want to be doing that?" he asks "after everything you've said". My heart races and I can feel the tension between us. "Yes" I reply and we kiss. Softly at first then more tenderly as he wraps his arms around me, both hands on my back.

4. I am then leaning out of a prison cell (which is cream/magnolia in colour. Not a brand new build but not run down) telling fellow (female) inmate about the previous dream. I see my baby being taken away by a nurse/guard. Almost as if I have just given birth but the baby looks older than a new born. It looks like a baby boy. I then tell her all about Doo and the dramas I've had. I suddenly hear Doo's voice. He is also an inmate. It is a mixed prison. He is on the upper level and looks over the railing at me. He is angry I've been talking about him and says "I want a word with you Kate. Can you come here for minuet please. Now." It is more of a demand than a question. I don't want to go.

5. Then I almost become Doo and see the prison guard (a foreign looking fellow) ask him if he's been fighting again for he has new scars on his face. Doo/I was denying the fight but had a little in-joke with the guard and knew that the scars were something bad.

I have no idea what all these dreams mean!

They must mean something surely? Any ideas? What age do we start dreaming anyway? How early can we recall a dream? Do cat's dream?

What's the most memorable dream you've ever had? What did it mean for you?

Take care

Kate

Bring it on 2012

2012-01-22T18:54:00.004Z

I am loving 2012 thus far. Loving it but finding it utterly exhausting, but there's nothing new there. Not only are Youngling and I closer than ever which is the best feeling I could ask for, we are making headway in several of our challenges. These being Speech Therapy, sleeping routines, health and happiness, financial stability and independence. All this and we are only four weeks into the new year.

I have managed to organise three breaks away this year - all UK bound - with family and friends and all totalling less than £350.00!!! For all three!!! BARGAIN. Depending on the Doo situation I may even be whisked away somewhere hot for a long awaited five day break abroad. It has been six years since I left the UK and I miss the experience of the airport, plane journey, and foreign culture. Fingers crossed and I could be posting some post cards wishing you were here.

It just gets better. My brother gave me some excellent news today. He told me that he will be getting a new car in April or May (this year) and will therefore be able to return my car (I so lovingly gave him) full with MOT, and TAX. Leaving me to find the insurance. I am over the moon. Almost three years I have been without a car and boy have I missed it. I practically jumped for joy - much to the shock of the other customers in the coffee shop.

I feel I've done my bit for the environment (for now) by not having a car for a few years. I hadn't even had it long before I gave it away. But come April/May I get my Frankie Fiesta back - can I hear a whoop whoop?

What made you 'WHOOP' for joy today?

Take care

Kate

It's all just a bit raw for me.

2012-01-21T10:49:00.005Z

A very dear friend of mine has announced the separation from her fiancé after five years together. I am totally devastated for her and her two boys (both under two years old) for I know exactly how she is feeling.

I feel a bit of a loss to her however. I don't know how to comfort her and tell her everything will be all right and to say follow your heart not your head etc. Realistically I don't believe in any of those things because of my own situation. I feel fraudulent offering relationship advice in my current situation. (Catch up here and here for my situation). I just don't know what to say.

I find it difficult hearing her heartbreaking worries and tears because it is like opening my diary and reading my own heartbreak, worries and tears. That's probably why we are so close in the first place. We are practically like sisters. In fact I call her my Soul Sister for we are so close that sometimes only we can get each other through.

I know she will be fine for she is much stronger than she gives her self credit. She is a fantastic, energetic mother and has so much to offer. I only want her to be happy and healthy.

I may not be able to offer my soul mate any advice for only she and her fiancé (or ex fiancé) can decipher their future. I just want to be there for her and hope that if she reads this she knows that she is not alone. In fact if anyone reading this has been through or currently going through anything similar to our situations, I am here. I can listen and I may even be able to offer an outsiders opinion which may help see things in different light. I don't have the answers but if we can't turn to each other in times like these, then who can we turn to?

I just wanted you all to know that.

Take care

Kate

Frugal Friday

2012-01-20T21:00:00.000Z

As one of my New Years Resolutions is to save more and spend less I have been asking my friends over on Twitter for some money saving tips. Kate from;

blog gave me some excellent advice on planning our meals in advance. That way we don't steer away from the food list and can look for the cheapest versions of the ingredients when shopping. I also asked her about portion sizes as I am forever wasting some food left over on the plate. I think I am so used to cooking for two adults and a child that it will take some more adjusting. Plus I have been a greedy guts recently which I definitely have to address. Kate said most packages have the recommended measurements on the side but I may look into this in a little more detail.

Kate writes a post every Monday planning her meals for the family for the week. I was kindly invited to join in and having skimmed through Kates previous Meal Planning Monday posts I think it's a great incentive to link up and prepare. You know what I am like with my lists and what-not. Did I tell you that when Doo moved out I got myself a chalk board for the kitchen to write my shopping lists on etc? By far one of my best purchases of 2011. When I get the house straight (de-cluttered and tidy) I will take you all on a proper tour. May even experiment with a Vlog - ooh get me learning new things in 2012.

Like I say I need to de-clutter so I have been clearing out my spare room by selling bits on Ebay (my items) and have sold a few bits here and there. I have learnt that another way to save money (on ebay) is to wait until they have free insertion days and list items for 0.99p. I still have a whole ton of items to get rid of and am still being charitable by donating sacks full to local charity shops.

I still have a long way to go so wanted to ask: What are you best 'saving for a rainy day' tips?

Take care and let me know if you want to buy anything from me ;-)

Kate

Wordless Wednesday

2012-01-18T23:23:00.002Z

WARNING vent alert

2012-01-17T23:30:00.000Z

I am so flipping raging angry right now. I have had the pleasure of Doos wrath on me - via text of course. Now Youngling wont settle. I fear he can sense my upset and I cannot help but snap at hip sharper than a crocodile can. I dont know what makes it worse the fact that I'm angry at Doo or with myself for getting so upset (am seriously splotchy right now) or that I'm so disappointed in myself for taking it out on my son.

The story:

(please bear in mind I have been rather accommodating with Doo and amicable since split)

I had text Doo to let him know that Youngling had received very high praise at school today and that I had paid his session fees up until the end of March. (Note:I use the money Doo gives me for Younglings maintenance to pay for this - he doesn't pay any extra towards Younglings education).

Anyway I continued (in text) that I wasn't available to help him out next Tuesday if he would be late picking up Youngling from school for his 'doctors' appointment. Why he couldn't re-schedule his appointment is beyond me.

All was ok until...

Doo replied that he wouldn't be picking Youngling up in the mornings just to take him to school that it was unfair on him so would 'let' me do it and he'd pick him up at lunchtime.

Knowing that Doo doesn't work and wont be working the night before he is due to pick Youngling up (yet he has absolutely no desire to have Youngling stay over for an extra night - don't even get me started on the says - lack thereof - he actually sees his son) I then thought 'enough is enough'.

I admit it I retaliated, quite calmly I must add- of which I am quite proud. I've just had enough. It is not fair that I have built my sons hopes up that Doo would be taking him to school in the morning to now have to let him down just so Doo can have a lie in. Almost ten months of mess and mayhem and just when I think things are starting to get better. The last few times he came to get Youngling he had to sit down (on my doorstep) as he was clearly stinking of booze either from the night before - or he hadn't been home. It is unacceptable. I know this isn't anywhere near as bad as when he got arrested one time (totally out of character but it happened nonetheless) I just don't know what to do for the best anymore.

Are you a single parent? Have you ever had to make the decision to not let your child see his dad/mum? Where do I go from here? And will it ever get easier?

Take care

Kate

Disordered or special?

2012-01-16T15:22:00.003Z

Today I took Youngling to his very first Speech Therapy session and I am extremely disgruntled.

I found the therapist, who would be helping Youngling with his speech, to be rather condescending and didn't want to listen to anything I said about my son. When she asked about the sign language Youngling uses when he cant voice his opinion or question etc. I said I never took him to baby sign as I didn't particularly agree with it at the time. Now this is only MY opinion and I do not believe Baby Sign to be a useless tool or anything of the sort. Myself and Doo just felt it wasn't right for us and our Youngling. After all back in the 80's when we were born we weren't taken to baby signing classes.

Of course one may argue the same about Speech Therapy then. But according to this therapist Younglings Speech Therapy 'issue' is a Disorder. Puzzled I asked her to expand on her 'diagnoses' and so she went on to say there are several 'disorders' relating to childrens problem with speech and it is all to do with their brain development, or lack thereof.

This expert then went on to say that because she was having to explain things to myself that she couldn't give my son a full on assessment, which was required in order to officially diagnoses his said disorder. This made me feel awful and angry at the same time as I wasn't asked to sit quietly twiddling my thumbs.

Luckily my mum was there as I felt a bit overwhelmed by it all. I kept returning my thinking to Doo and how he should have been there to hear it all for himself. Of course one thing leads to another as always with my thought process. I then got upset and angry about Doo and how we let things get this bad, then I felt guilty as I've genuinely been having such a great time with Boog and how I wished they were both a little more like one another, then I felt sad about what Boog had said about not having more children. A little nauseous my attention then swirled back round to Youngling and I just wanted to hold him and never let him go.

I may be over reacting, and feel free to knock me down a peg or two, but when someone insists that there is a problem with your child but doesn't explain themselves or the potential problems and resolutions one is bound to get a bit upset.

Have you had to take your Youngling to Speech Therapy? Have they been diagnosed as disordered? I would really appreciate hearing from you with your stories and advice.

Until then I have a ton of reading and sign language to learn.

Take care

Kate

Brit Mums Live Here I Come

2012-01-16T15:08:00.006Z

I have done it. I have booked my ticket to attend my very first bloggy conference. I am so excited and looking forward to meeting so many friends from the blogosphere in person. This is a little daunting for me at the same time but I am sure it will be great and everyone will get along just fine.

When Doo and I were together I never had the confidence to go to such an event. The only thing I managed to go to once I'd plucked up enough courage was The Marie Claire - How To Get Published Road Show. Even then I had to get my friend to tag along with me for moral support bless her.

I feel I have learnt so much over the past few years (minus my massive gap in writing due to the separation of the family etc). Not only with completing my Journalism course but also in writing reviews, and articles on my blog. I have found a great respect and admiration for many parents out there, especially in the UK, who find solace and sanity in blogging.

Now is it presumptuous of me to get a whole load of Makeshift Mummy merchandise printed up in anticipation of the event? I was thinking stationary and of course a T-Shirt or something which my logo etc?

Also what about sponsorship? Is it too early in my blogging 'career' for me to be looking for representation? Should I wait until I get there in case I meet any potential sponsors for the future? Employers if you like. Since I've never been to an event on this scale or like it before I really don't know what to expect.

Have you been to one before? Should I be nervous? Who will hold my hand? lol. Seriously if any of you are going from Near Hertfordshire then maybe we could head on down together? Let me know ;-)

Take care

Kate

Snip So Simple.

2012-01-13T13:16:00.004Z

Hormonal just isn't the word. I have been a blubbering wreck this week and I can only put it down to my monthly 'visit', which can be a right pain in your whatsit let me tell you. But seriously I have been stifling back tears not only when saying goodbye to good friends, but also when watching 'Don't Tell The Bride' to a snippet of 'One Born Every Minuet' to 'Bridget Jones' Diary'. So it wont come as much of a shock to tell you all that I cried myself to sleep last night when Boog had gone home after telling me he has decided to get the 'snip'.

Yep you heard me right. Boog has said he doesn't want anymore children. It is understandable with the traumatic times he has been through recently with his youngest two, two beautiful little girls. But I suddenly realised then that if we are to have any sort of future that would leave me without any options of having another baby.

It has taken me months to finally feel comfortable being with someone again, someone that isn't Younglings Daddy, Doo. I had begun to get my head around the fact that if I were to give Youngling a brother or sister that that sibling wouldn't necessarily be 100% blood related (which I had major reservations about what with my past experience of finding out my brother had a different father to me etc).

I have believed so strongly about wanting more children and only having one father for them all that I asked Doo just after we separated if we could try again for another baby. But rightly so he said we couldn't have another baby if we weren't going to get back together and try again.

You can understand why I naturally felt a little overwhelmed by this statement.

Matters were made worse when a 'friend' had text me in the middle of my finding out and had asked why I sounded upset. After a brief description I was told 'Well, what do you expect? A man of his age can never love again the way he has before'. To add insult to injury it was suggested that if Book and I had children in a year or two that he would be well past the sell by date so what's the point? It's no wonder he doesn't want anymore children.

Charming!

So where do I go from here? I do not want to end things with Boog for he is making me happier now than I have been in months. But what happens when I reach the inevitable cross roads of wanting to get pregnant again and have that second child I've always dreamed of?

Have you or anyone you know been in a situation like this before? what did you or they do? What would you do if you had the choice?

Take care

Kate

A Not So Grand Goodbye, Goodbye.

2012-01-11T16:55:00.010Z

Today a good friend and I hugged for what could potentially be the last time in years. You see on Sunday she moves to Australia with her fiancé and gorgeous little girl. Youngling and the little girl (aka as 'F') have been friends for almost two years and we joke about how they are boyfriend and girlfriend. Both blonde bombshells they can make each other laugh and cry and sometimes cry with laughter.

Miss Expat and I became quite close friends after meeting at baby and toddler group and exchanged numbers we had friends in common from the same group and often met up altogether. I was utterly gutted when I couldn't attend her leaving party last Saturday as my mum needed the car (trains and bus services not great in this area especially with a tantrum prone toddler in tow). Youngling and 'F' were giggling away in the car today and though they were extremely loud they were really well behaved in the cafe. I dont think they understood it would be a long time until we see each other again (though I have a new webcam - thanks dad- ready to install so we can Skype each other).

I treated us all to a light, and very late lunch, after all what kind of present can you get someone whose entire life bar a few suitcases is packed away in a gigantic container and is already half way round the world heading for Aus. I know its not the grandest of goodbye's but it was the least I could do. I will have to send them all a little something when they get settled. It could take a while as they arrive on Monday/Tues 15/16th January and their container with their belongings (including furniture from their old house) wont arrive until at least late February.

Anyway here are the cheeky chappies.

I made sure I got some extra cute pictures of the children playing and I bit my lip when we hugged goodbye at the end. I broke down when Miss Expat told me I'm doing a really good job with Youngling especially since Doo moved out. It broke my heart to hear her say that because she has been so supportive and helpful during the last nine months of hell back to happiness. She even helped me sweep my patio and pull weeds from my garden when it had grown into a jungle. Now that is friendship considering she is always so neatly presented. We often joke about her having OCD where as I am quite the opposite.

I have really envied Miss Expat for several reasons one her impeccable style and taste in fashion. With her slight frame she can pretty much pull anything off. I would kill for her legs but then she has worked out in her makeshift gym in the converted wendy house at the bottom of her garden. Also for her family commitments and friendly personality and going out persona. Though she has become a mother after a rocky journey she has stayed so true to herself that I can see it in her upbringing of Little 'F'. She is true credit to her mother and I am so lucky to have met them both and to have them in my life.

I often say I will go and visit people who don't live nearby when I have saved, and generally speaking I do, I have never meant it so much as when I said it today. So this is my pledge and I want to make a counter tracker to count my savings to spur me on. For when you meet someone special whether it be family, friend or loved one, I think you should do everything in your power to keep them in your lives.

Well Miss Expat and future daughter-in-law ;-) I wish you all the very best of luck and don't forget us as we will definitely be flying over for a visit - just don't know when yet.

All my love

Kate and Youngling

Wordless Wednesday

2012-01-11T11:52:00.002Z

What must the neighbours think?

2012-01-10T10:16:00.003Z

I am sitting here at a quarter past ten in the morning and I can distinctly hear the clattering of cutlery coming from next door. I am astonished that I can hear the simplest of sounds and my hearing is not that of a bat (it is bats that have super-sonic hearing right?).

Anyway after the clinking of metal stopped I paused feeling as though I were being watched by said neighbours (these are the neighbours whose wife is apparently agoraphobic and doesn't venture outside more than once or twice a month, and the husband peers his head over my back garden fence at the most inappropriate times - no more topless sunbathing for me then!).

It all seems a tad 'odd'. I know the husband escapes to the bottom of his garden to his shed to do goodness only knows what but now I fear that the wife who barely leaves the house has heard so many things from the other side of her walls. Me generally. Me shouting at Doo when Doo was here, Doo shouting at me when he lived here (even when he doesn't live here as it goes). Me chasing the stray cat intruder out of my living room by banging pots and pans together, me shouting at Youngling, Youngling shouting back at me. Me shouting back at Youngling to stop shouting at me, and so on. What must they think?

Surely they know that I am now a single mother (Doo apparently told them he was leaving even before he had told me so there you go) struggling with a sometimes unruly toddler, two cats (three if you count the sodding stray), and a sometimes shouty ex on my doorstep. So why then do I feel so embarrassed? Is it because I really care what they think? Not really. In all honesty I realised a long time ago that we are meerly neighbours nothing more and nothing less. We didn't even exchange Christmas cards this year (unlike the older lady to the left of my house). This didn't upset or offend me. In fact it saved me the trouble of making another card (I handmade pretty much all but a few). I think I am just disappointed in myself then. For I wouldn't want to live next to a loud inappropriate neighbour disturbing me morning noon and night. But then I wouldn't want to live in the middle of a field with not a house in sight.

I don't think they like change and what with me being 'the new girl' who is considerably younger than they are and what not. Maybe they were just born disgruntled? Don't get me wrong I will always be polite and exchange pleasantries but I don't think I will invite them to any BBQ's this summer.

What are your neighbours like?

Take care, and keep the noise down will you!

Kate

Learning To Let Go

2012-01-06T11:20:00.002Z

I have been thinking back to a comment a family member made to me over the festive period. "you care too much about what other people think Kate!"

At the time I heartedly disagreed as this comment was made with reference to Youngling in particular his speech and needing speech therapy. Now as you know dear readers that I do not like the whole 'my child did this before your child did' competition that coincides with the motherhood. I actually pride myself on not falling into that trap, what with having quite an addictive/paranoid personality. (self diagnoses by the way).

So why did this flippant remark from someone who doesn't have any children bother me so much?

When I was looking at my '12 Things To Do In 2012' list I got excited by the little tasks I had set myself this year. (yes I still have a couple to add - all in due course my friends). But when I took my pen to paper (as is easier with a toddler running around) I found myself worrying too much about what people may think about reading my work. I worried how it would sound.

So why cant I let go? if I knew how to just let go and write freely I think I would relax a lot more and the prospects are endless. So how do I let go?

In reality I swear a lot yet I don't like to write my blasphemy down on paper for fear of offending someone. This is a positive and negative. The positive is I am aware that my actions and reactions have an affect on others around me. This is good. I am also aware that stopping swearing so much out loud is something I need to work on. However if I am not being true to myself then how will you, dear readers, enjoy what I write?

After almost five years of feeling stifled and silenced, in more ways than one, I am learning to let go and focus on myself and Youngling more than what other people may think about us.

Now I have come this far into this post I feel that niggling sensation at the back of my brain saying "Kate you are over analysing things yet again and why should you care about a comment from someone who clearly does not know well enough otherwise they wouldn't have said it in the first place!".

I am glad however that I am not alone. I was reading my friend @HonestMummy 's blog post here about losing the fear of writing (amongst other things) and it really gave me some comfort and a drive to do just that. Lose the fear. Don't worry what other people think. Just write.

I ask you then my friends, how do you fully let go and just be yourself? Do you ever get lost? How then do you re-find yourself?

Take Care from a very puzzled

Kate

Writing Exercise #1 Write About A Shocking Discovery

2012-01-05T09:39:00.000Z

"If anyone's the outcast in this family it's me" my brother yelled at me from the edge of his bed. I had always envied him having the larger room. I didn't like the décor however football and boobies weren't really my thing. I always felt shut away in my little box room. I wasn't allowed decorate it the way I had wanted to and it didn't feel like a safe haven for me. I used to get sent there when I hadn't finished my dinner or was naughty. I suppose I was being naughty again now, arguing with my brother, a common occurrence some might say. When he muttered the next few words I heard nothing after but my heartbeat in my ears. I felt muffled as though I was stuffed with cotton wool. "I have a different Dad to you".

I had always assumed I was adopted or so I would wish, at times. I felt like the black sheep of the family. Hearing the truth at such a young age makes you grow up pretty quickly. You suddenly realise the people around you who have been lying to you for so many years have had their little secret discovered. Had you not found out how far would it have gone? How far could it have gone? What else were these people not telling you?

Realising you don't know who these people are who call themselves family you start to question yourself. You become a very ugly person searching relentlessly through others personal belongings. Searching for answers to calm the unsettled sea of knots swirling around inside of you since the closest person in the world uttered the most destroying words to you. You search to prepare yourself for more heartache. You reason with yourself that if you know everything and can be prepared you wont be able to feel such hurt ever again.

All this comes much later although you look at the spinning clock wishing it to slow down or else you may fall down hard.

I must have ran away as fast as I could for looking down at my bare feet I felt them throb with disappointment. I must have run to a neighbours or even a friends house, I genuinely don't remember much after being deafened that day. Even though I took my investigative measures to protect myself for the future, nothing had prepared me for the pain that was about to come.

Wordless Wednesday

2012-01-04T12:28:00.000Z

Catch up with Cate

2012-01-03T12:32:00.001Z

Just before our New Years adventure into the welsh land I caught up with an old friend of almost twenty years. Wow has it really been that long! I remember Cate as a leggy blonde whose parents were rather religious and as much as they tried Cate wasn't.

She was popular and outgoing, I was moody and shy with a list of issues longer than one of her legs. Yet we still stuck by each other and stayed friends for so long. She was my sleep over buddy when we would watch Dirty Dancing on repeat and sing and jig about secretly wishing we were Jennifer Gray and to dance with Patrick Swayze. Boy could he dance.

It was great to spend more than a few texts or a ten minuet conversation to catch up on everything that we'd missed from each others lives (with no animosity by the way). We both have lead such separate lives for so many years now but find it intriguing hearing about the other one.

For example Cate has been extremely career minded (she gets that from her parents) and has always worked hard but reaped the rewards. I have always been more family focussed and was first to have a child. Though I don't think it will be long before she follows suit for she has finally met Mr. Right for her.

I got to thinking about meeting Mr. Right and how people change for another. I was shocked to hear that my old friend had recently bought a motorbike. How little I knew of her hobbies. When she told me of Mr. Rights extreme sport hobby (off road driving and mechanical obsessions) I couldn't help but ask her if she had taken his hobby on as her own. Not to say that she didn't have hobbies of her own as I know for a fact that she does. But to feel closer to Mr. Right was she embellishing her love of dirt tracks and nuts and bolts to bond with him?

Yes she admitted that without Mr. Rights influence she may not have found her love for the sport also but without his influence she wouldn't have made such great new friends too.

So is there a fine line between your partners hobby then becoming yours? Doo used to like wrestling (yes the WWE type) but I wouldn't dress up in lycra like Nacho Libre , bulk up and enter any competitions just to have something in common with him. I'm not saying that's what Cate did - far from it - but some people do. So when do you draw the line with hobbies and partners? What if it becomes a competition? How far would you go to find participate in your partners hobby no matter how much you didn't like it?

I was really surprised by her new life but I can honestly say I've never seen her happier so for that I am really chuffed for Mr. Right and his hobbies. For if anyone can make my girl smile like that then they are OK with me.

Do you have a hobby in common with your partner? Are you better or worse at it than they?

Take care

Kate

Happy New Year 2012

2012-01-02T11:46:00.000Z

Happy New Year 2012 everyone. How did you say goodbye to 2011 and welcome in the new year? I drove mum and Youngling up to Nerberth in Wales to stay with family.

Luckily the roads were pretty clear as we had to wait for mum to finish work at around five o'clock. It was a fun drive with sing-alongs and fast food. I always used to love stopping at the services when I was younger and it appears Youngling has the same feeling of excitement as I did.

Saying goodbye to 2011 when we stood outside in the cool Welsh air was difficult but not as upsetting as I had feared. I felt this overwhelming sense of enamour for what the future may hold. I feel like I have finally got myself back after so long of living in a shadow. Youngling and I have found that connection, or bond if you like, that was again shadowed by eggshells for too much of his young life. I am so proud of how well he is responding to situations, especially my disciplining him. He is growing up beautifully.

So after a late night of chatting we went to bed happy.

On New Years Day mum drove Youngling, my cousin and I down to Saundersfoot Beach for the traditional swim. It was the busiest I'd ever seen the seaside town, so much so that we couldn't even find a car parking space. So we decided to go to the nearby beach of Tenby. Consequently it is at Tenby Beach that the local Boxing Day swim is held. My dad took part in that a few years ago now. I had no intention of going in that water even though the sponsorship money would go to a good cause. (maybe next year).

The rest of the clan followed us down to the waters edge and we spent a good few hours playing in the sand and chasing the waves with Youngling. It was magical and surprisingly mild for the time of year.

All that was about to change when the weather took a dramatic turn for the worst. You may have seen the footage on the news of fallen trees causing disastrous accidents. Even a bridge in Scotland flexed in the gales. Terrifying really. We decided to postpone our journey home to Hertfordshire after my uncle was involved in car crash himself. He wasn't harmed, thankfully, but the car didn't live to tell the tale. Mum and I just didn't want to chance it, understandably. So my cousin and I took Youngling to the local aqua centre to distract him (he was due to stay with Daddy Doo for a few days on our return). He loved the water and the waves and even did the doggy paddle. Excellent for a two and a half year old I think.

My cousin and I then had to wade our way through boggy land to get to a play ground which was sodden and muddy but Youngling didn't care. He thought the high winds were hilarious swooshing through his locks. I even went on the swings with my cousin and we had a who-can-go-the-highest competition which left us all in hysterics.

All in all it was fab way to welcome in a new year and I cant wait to see the family again.

What did you do for New Years Eve? Do you have any traditions to welcome in a new year?

Take care and speak soon

Kate

12 Things To Do In 2012

2011-12-31T13:30:00.002Z

Hello everybody. Wow it is that time of year again where I will write my To-Do list for the following day/year.

Now the general consensus for New Years Resolutions are to eat healthier (don't forget to cut out the booze), exercise more, and be a better person. To me these are a given so I don't even need to add them to my list. I should know them off by heart by now, at almost twenty-eight years old, and to live them every single day and to set a good example for my son.

I'd like to keep to a similar pattern to last year though I haven't set the bar as high. Due to the personal upheaval of the past nine months I didn't complete the entire list and I regret not doing so. I hope to achieve next years resolutions, which I've purposefully made a bit more fun and obtainable. I still have one or two places free and I was hoping that you, dear readers and friends, may help me come up with those.

12 Things To Do In 2012

1. Finish writing Novel (then send off to 12 agents/publishers).

2.Write 12 book reviews and blog them.

3.Write at least 212 blog posts (not including the book reviews).

4.Get Youngling into a good bedtime routine (which will help with speech etc).

5.Be a better Christian (read the Erasmus course book - and ask to give a reading at Church).

6. Be more charitable (help Dad at the Mind Charity Workshops).

7. Go to the Theatre and/or a concert at least once.

8.Take Youngling somewhere new on holiday (at least once UK or otherwise).

9. Spend less and save more (save up for a car or something for Youngling).

10. Spend more time with friends and family (maybe even help some achieve their dreams).

11.

12.

That's all I have thus far. I will be replacing the list from last year in a few days when I am back from visiting family in Wales so get your thinking caps on.

I do love receiving your feedback so please feel welcome to leave me a comment here on MakeshiftMummy or add me on Twitter at: @makeshiftmummy

Enjoy your celebrations and please stay safe.

Take care and here's to a very happy and healthy 2012.

Lots of love

Kate

My 2011 meme

2011-12-30T11:22:00.001Z

It's almost time everyone, to sing Auld Lang Syne and cry into a glass (bottle) of champagne. As I have done in the past I am using an old meme to sum up my year of 2011.

I found this meme over at fellow bloggers site back in 2009: Hip As I Wanna Be - I really enjoyed reading it and it spurred me to write my own, once I had asked permission of course. ;-)

So here I reflect on a year that's passed.

1. What did you do in 2011 that you have never done before?
I went swimming on October 1st in The Blue Lagoon quarry which was scary yet liberating at the same time.

2. Did you keep your new year’s resolutions from 2010, and will you make more for next year?
I will definitely be making more resolutions for 2012 - am an avid To-Do-List writer. I started off so well with my resolutions from 2010/11 however I didn't manage to keep them all after Doo and I separated. I am very disappointed in myself for that.

3. Did anyone close to you give birth?
My best friend gave birth to her second son who is absolutely gorgeous and looks so much like his pops its astonishing. Am very proud of you hun for getting the natural birth you so longed for.

4. Did anyone close to you die?
On Doo's side of the family yes. It was a very hard time for all, especially since we had separated and I wasn't invited to the funeral. Very sad state of affairs. Also on my mums side we had a sudden death which strangely resolved a family issue (for the better believe it or not). And an old teacher from my Junior school who was very inspirational and well respected in our community lost his battle with Cancer. May they all rest in peace.

5. What countries did you visit?
None. This is on my resolution list for next year.

6. What would you like to have in 2012 that you lacked in 2011?
Routine, routine and more routine. I was so undisciplined it was unreal and has totally come back to bite me in the bum. I now have my son sleeping with me as he is terrified I'll leave him.

7. What dates from 2011 will remain etched upon your memory, and why?
April 19th for that's when Doo officially moved out. Everything else is a bit of a blur.

8. What was your biggest achievement of the year?
I had a few smaller achievements such as passing my London School Of Journalism course (despite all the personal dramas). Giving Youngling a wonderful second birthday party, continuing to run my tots group - Wiggle Tots. And generally just surviving from say-to-day.

9. What was your biggest failure?
Not being strong enough to be a perfect mother and partner. But I think I am working hard to get there. And what is perfection anyways? - this answer was from 2009 and still rings true today.

10. Did you suffer illness or injury?
I have had a continuous cold on and off - nothing unusual there. Still suffering from adult acne - sexy hey?

11. What was the best thing you bought?
A new bed with matching desk for my bedroom, my very own Christmas Tree and decorations and new camera.

12. Whose behavior merited celebration?
Youngling for practically potty training himself. I am so very proud and have the picture proof to embarrass him when he's eighteen.

13. Whose behavior made you appalled and depressed?
My own and Doo's. I'm appalled that I was borderline depressed (all because of a man), but proud that I snapped out of it. Even though my temper and patience, with regards to Youngling, still needs work. I am disgusted at Doo's behaviour towards myself and Youngling and I will never ever forget it.

14. Where did most of your money go?
New bed, desk, DVD players, Christmas Tree, food, clothes for Youngling etc.

15. What did you get really, really, really excited about?
I got me back. after so long worrying about what others thought and felt towards me. I got me back. So many old friends have come back into my life now and have said the same. they can see and hear the difference. I will never lose myself again. Perhaps its because I've found my faith again? Who knows, I'm just really happy about it.

16. What songs will always remind you of 2011?
Birdy - Skinny Love

Florence And The Machine - song from the adverts.

Christina Perry - Jar of Hearts

17. Compared to this time last year, are you:
a) happier or sadder?
b) thinner or fatter?
c) richer or poorer?

I am definitely Happier in some ways but sad that my family has ended and I couldnt fix it though I tried for a few years (you just have to read my meme from 2009 to know that).
I am definitely Fatter - still say its the baby weight (not the packets of Pringles I consume or take aways I order lol).
I'm better off financially but that's due to help from the government. I am saving as much as I can so I can send Youngling to University etc.

18. What do you wish you’d done more of?
Written more, exercise/walks outside. Seen more of the family.

19. What do you wish you’d done less of?
Shouting at Youngling. Just because he looks like his Daddy Doo doesn't mean he is him. I will ensure that he keeps some of his fathers traits but I will also ensure I teach him as much as I can about the opportunities this world can offer and what he can offer the world.

20. How did you spend Christmas?
At my house with Youngling, my mum (nanna Barbar) and dad (Bampa), my brother (uncle Des) and sister-in-law (auntie Kung). Oh and the two cats.

21. Did you fall in love in 2009?
As corny as it sounds yes I did - with myself. I hated myself for so much of 2011 but now I am happy just being me.

22. What was your favorite TV program?
Miranda on BBC One. Flipping hilarious and that's probably because I see a lot of myself in her.

23. Do you hate anyone now that you didn't hate this time last year?
No I don't think I could hate anyone. Despite everything I don't even hate Doo, only when he makes me cry on my doorstep but the moment passes when I hold my son.

24. What was the best book you read?
Lessons in Laughing Out Loud my Rowan Coleman and Home For Christmas by Cally Taylor.

25. What was your greatest musical discovery?
My love for musicals in general - went to see Wicked in the West End (amazing).

26. What did you want and get?
Anything I needed, when I needed it. Even if that was a night out, a theatre visit, a concert to see Take That - (fabulous is an understatement).

27. What did you want and not get?
To be discovered for my writing.
A netbook.
To go on holiday somewhere hot.

TV for my bedroom.

New clock for the living room.
Oh and to win the lottery of course - who doesn't?

28. What was your favorite film of this year?
Little Women - cant believe I'd never seen it before. Now want to read the book.

29. What did you do on your birthday, and how old were you?
For my 27th birthday I went for a Chinese lunch with my parents and my sis-in-law. I was a little sad since Doo and I had just separated and his sis-in-law gave me a DVD box set which I knew was from him. It was all very complicated and upsetting at the time.

30. What one thing would have made your year immeasurably more satisfying?
To fix Doo. To go on holiday and to have a nice big working car. But realistically I feel satisfied with lots of the little things. I feel like I have found my love for life again. I don't feel quite so oppressed.

31. How would you describe your personal fashion concept in 2009?
Up and down. But then that goes with my weight I suppose. I am trying to adopt Carry's style confidence from Sex and The City. Love those films and series.

32. What kept you sane?
Coffee, wine, and Youngling - pretty much the same as in 2009.

33. Which celebrity/public figure did you fancy the most?

The Edge from U2. hubba da hubba.

34. What political issue stirred you the most?
The politics in my Church and then my personal life. I couldn't even touch on the news for it baffles me so much we would need an age to discuss it all.

35. Who did you miss?
My family and friends who I haven't seen for a long while and also miss the husband figure in my life. Whether that be Doo or not, just the family element which I feel has been lacking. It was lacking when we lived together too.

36. Who was the best new person you met?
Old friends and new. Don't recall meeting anyone famous in 2011.

37. Tell us a valuable life lesson you learned in 2011.
That only we can make ourselves happy and it is our reaction to someone's action that is key. We are solely responsible for our reactions and actions. We cannot blame anyone else for them or their indiscretions etc.

38. Quote a song lyric that sums up your year.
When she was just a girl

she expected the world

But it flew away from her reach so

she ran away in her sleep

and dreamed of

Para-para paradise, Para-para paradise

everytime she closed her eyes. - Coldplay

So there you have it. That's my old-new meme for 2011. If I haven't bored you enough already, I will be posting my new years resolutions list on the right hand side. So you can all check I'm doing them and whip me into shape if I start slacking.

Happy New Year to you and yours.
Lot's of Love for 2012.

Kate and Youngling
xx

Wordless Wednesday

2011-12-28T16:00:00.000Z

Boxing Day 2011

2011-12-26T11:47:00.003Z

Well I can hardly move today after yesterday's feast. I had to get up though and straighten the place up for I was having a few friends over today. It has been like Picadilly station what with people coming and going lately. I'm not complaining mind for I have been grateful for the company. The only time I have felt lonely was late last night after everyone had left. I thought to myself how it would be nice to share this special day with someone and snuggle up and recall the day's events. I felt sad when I thought I didn't have anyone to snuggle up with until I realised I do, I have Youngling.

I had great fun catching up with old friends and their Younglings today. Even ma and pa came to the park with us all and we were the only two families outside. It wasn't a particularly nice day - weather wise - but its tradition to go out for a walk or to play on Boxing Day.

I thought I'd share some more pictures with you (you can tell its the festive season as I've had my camera out so much).

So there you go, just a few snap shots into our Boxing Day. Mum and dad spent the evening with us and helped us eat some more of the Turkey. I am hoping to make a nice curry with the left overs. I am really enjoying spending so much time with mum and dad. I even had a nice cuddle with mum on the sofa which I haven't done since I was little.

Soon it will be New Year and another year has flown by. I am dubious about what the New Year will bring after Youngling and I have had a difficult time this year. But I am looking forward to making our own dreams come true and being free to do so.

I will be back soon to post my meme of 2011 and my '12 Things To Do In 2012' Have you made your resolutions yet?

Take care

Kate

It's Christmas

2011-12-26T10:54:00.002Z

Happy Christmas 2011

Yay it's Christmas. I have been preparing for this day for a few weeks after months of fretting over it for the simple fact that it is our first Christmas without Daddy Doo. My first Christmas as a single mother.

I needn't have worried one iota for everything went even better than planned.

My mum and dad, brother and sister-in-law were to join Youngling and I for Christmas dinner which I had timed to be served around two-ish. Everything was prepared and ready to be cooked around one (bearing in mind I woke at seven to put the Turkey in the oven - overslept and put it in around eight).

Youngling woke up while I was downstairs preparing everything (I had laid the table with place mats and decorations after the night before's debacles). He called down to me so as I started up the stairs I said "has Santa been to see you? Did he leave you any presents?". I was really building the excitement when Youngling simply replied "yeah, yeah, mummy".

After crawling into bed with Youngling and opening all of his stocking presents we got ourselves up and came downstairs. His face lit up when he saw the tree and table and smelt the Turkey (which I was extremely lucky to fit into the oven for it was an extra large bird to feed twenty people). I had to teach him to wait until everyone arrived so they could see him open the presents. Well he did ever so well considering my parents were an hour and a half late.

Despite their bad timings the dinner was lovely, a real treat with three starters, three meats and tons of veg. It was probably one of the best Christmas dinners I've ever tasted - even if I do say so myself. I don't know what all the fuss is about really. I would be happy to cook it every year. My favourite part of the meal was my Brussels and Bacon (with onion and chestnuts) mix. Yum.

We all enjoyed talking and sharing gifts with one another and were all spoilt with our presents. It was by far one of the best Christmas Day's I have ever spent with the family and even though Daddy Doo didn't make it round (though invited) or call to speak to his son, Youngling had the best fun ever. He was mid sentence when he fell asleep around four and everyone chipped in to help tidy up and play games after our feast.

I hope you all had a wonderful Christmas Day 2011.

Peace and Love to you this Christmas

Take care

Kate

Christmas Eve 2011

2011-12-26T10:05:00.000Z

I have been like an over excited child waiting for this day to come. Finally it is here. I was more excited than Youngling.

I had helped Santa get everything ready for Younglings stocking almost a week ago and I couldn't wait to see the look on his little face when he opened it in bed.

Youngling stayed with Dadddy Doo last night but came back this afternoon so we could go to the Crib service at our Church. I had invited Doo and his entire family to at least come to this service with Youngling since none of them could make it to Christmas Day Dinner at my house.

I had been publicised the service on Twitter and Facebook as I hoped there would be a bigger turn out than at the Christingle Service. Luckily one of my closest friends and her two children were free and asked to come along, which I jumped at the chance.

I'm sure Doo had given Youngling a lot of chocolate of something as he was so hyper and enthusiastic my Vicar didn't really know what to say or do. Again we were ushered to sit at the very front as we were impeccably early. At one point the Vicar said "there's some lovely singing going on down the front here" - most embarrassing. I didn't sing the descant to all the carols this time since I am usually the only one who does.

It was nice that Youngling was so interested in seeing the crib being made up and watching the power point story as it encouraged a lot of other children to come down to the front and join in too. However I'm sure how much God would like to have seen a small Smurf toy resting on top of baby Jesus.

After the service I went home and finished tidying up when Boog and my friends popped in for a surprise visit so I treated everyone to a beautiful Chinese take away dinner as a Christmas treat.

Well it was a waste of time tidying up beforehand because it was such a mess after the men had demolished the food and managed to splatter noodles< rice and sauce all over my clean table cloth. True to form I put a load of washing on when they had left and laid the table for the morning. I even remembered to put out some fruit for the Reindeer and milk for Santa - Mummy doesn't share her sherry with anyone.

Hope you had a nice Christmas Eve?

Happy Christmas everybody.

Take care

Kate

Wordless Wednesday

2011-12-21T16:00:00.000Z

Great grotto visit

2011-12-21T12:33:00.001Z

This year understandably I wasnt invited to review a grotto. I loved our visit to Santas Magical Kingdom last year.

Instead Boog and I took Youngling to the local grotto and he thoruoghly enjoyed himself. I thought I would share some pictures with you so you can share the experience.

Hope you liked it as much as we did?

Take care

Kate

Wiggle Tots Christmas Party

2011-12-20T21:00:00.000Z

It is the end of an era not just the end of a year. I have decided to take a break from running my tots group what with all things concidered in my personal life and what not.

With that in mind I wanted to make sure we went out with a bang and that we did.

I invited all Wiggle Tots members, old and new, to join in the festive party with a visit from Santa and a present for every child. Even the additional older children received a present. I laid on a full spread and really wanted to fill everyone with Christmas Spirit.

I felt this party went smoother than the Halloween party and was so chuffed to see so many little Wigglers enjoying themselves. Even though I'd booked the hall for an extra hour I cant believe how quickly the time went by.

I dressed up as 'Mummy Christmas' and Youngling dressed up as a Pumpkin. I think he thinks thats what he should wear to every party since hes worn it to several fancy dress parties before.

Youngling had taken the picture of me dressed up as 'Mummy Christmas' isnt he good with the camera? He's definitely taken after me in the creative area.

Youngling helped me decorate the house for Christmas and has been enjoying playing the the shakers and found his old pair of Reindeer antlers in his dressing up box. Why he didnt want to wear these to the party I'll never know. He wouldnt take them off at home apart from when he put them on my head whilst watching a film.

When I went into the kitchen to prepare dinner it took me about twenty five minuets to realise what the jingle-jangle noise was and where it was coming from. Only to realise it was the antlers Youngling had placed on my head about an hour before. Silly Mummy.

My mum and a friend from the group wilol be running a similar group (possibly going to be called Muddle-Tots) from January 2012. I wish them the very best of luck and I will hopefully be back when I feel rested and re-energised.

What's the silliest thing you've ever misplaced?

Take care

Kate

Tears at breakfast

2011-12-19T21:00:00.001Z

I knew it was all too good to be true.

After seeing Doo yesterday I knew that something bad was bound to happen. I was right. When he came to pick Youngling up this morning he appeared to be in a bad mood and was a bit snappy. I try my best now to make every conversation all about Youngling and to keep the tone of my voice level or upbeat as Youngling is so perceptive at two and a half years old.

Well it appeared Doo had other ideas today.

He wasn't saying anything particularly nasty, other than he thinks I'm taking his son away from him on Christmas day and why should he change his plans to make up the time he will miss with his son as he feels he sees him plenty as it is. It was the way that he was saying it and nothing could be further from the truth.

I could understand why he got angry and said that he never wanted to talk to me again and if it wasn't for Youngling he'd be happy never to see me again. What got to me was when I said "I knew you'd say something today after seeing Boog and I in town yesterday" he replied by saying that he doesn't have a problem with Boog and that he's always talking to him etc.

Well blow me down with a feather.

When we found Doo after went missing and was in an bloody awful state (physically and mentally) a few weeks back (long story), he shouted at me saying "why Boog? anyone else but him Kate". So if that's not a contradiction I do not know what is.

I know it is still raw and painful for all involved, mainly Youngling who is of course the main factor in this equation. But I cannot cope with the split personality mood swings. There Ive admitted my weakness. I just don't know what else to do anymore. I have been nothing but fair. I haven't stopped Doo from seeing his child, when I offer extra days and times he says he has plans. When I beg for help for need to sort things financially or physically at my home he refuses. What more can I do? and when will all of this stop?

Dont get me wrong I'm not intentionally bad mouthing Doo but I need to vent somewhere to someone. I cannot keep it to myself anymore and that is unhealthy for me and for Youngling.

I was so upset when Boog rang that he booked a taxi and instructed I get in regardless of the fact that I was still in my pj's. I did as I was told and had thrown a few bits in a bag to freshen up at his place. He had sensed how upset I was and had run me a bath with candles and afterwards had taken me out for a hot chocolate. I was so grateful and felt awful when I cam over all faint and nauseous in town. We put it down to the stress of the morning and the dread of how Doo would be to me on Youngling's return that afternoon.

Speaking of which an old school friend came round in the afternoon and was very supportive. I thoroughly enjoyed our festive catch up and listening to her wedding plans. I hope we can do it more often in the new year and hope to end up in a loving and long term relationship like she has.

I must remain strong and I do forgive Doo as he forgave me years ago when I was in a similar position (depression). But I hope I don't have another morning like that for a very long while.

Take care
Kate
xx

Christingle at Church

2011-12-18T19:00:00.004Z

What a strange day I've had. Firstly I had to ask ma and pa to look after Youngling while Boog helped me get the last bits for the Wiggle Tots party on Tues. When in town who did we happen to bump into? Yep you've guessed it, Doo. I felt so awkward and felt as though I had just been caught cheating on him. Which clearly I wasn't. Time could not have gone any slower as we passed each other on the open square.

Doo was pleasant enough and said hello but I could not shift the feeling of anxiety and sadness that came over me. Especially when I went to Church later in the afternoon for the Christingle service when Boog called me to say he'd just seen Doo walking in the direction of my Church. He said that Doo had acknowledged him and said hello again. I explained Doo was probably walking towards his home, which is incidentally only a five minuet walk from our old house (which as you know I still live in).

I am really glad everyone involved is being polite to each other and what not but why does it still make me feel so sad? It has been nine months already and I am having so much fun with Boog.

Youngling, mother and I were one of the first people at our Church and were encouraged to sit at the very front. This is what you get for being on time for a change. Usually we creep in at the back since Youngling tends to take an age to get ready for important occasions, such as going to Church.

It was a very quiet service, one of the quietest Id seen in all my twenty seven years of going to St. Thomas'. Nonetheless it was lovely all the same. Even if Youngling was restless and louder than I would have liked.

I have been rather overwhelmed at Church lately and have found it even more welcoming than usual. I cant explain why but I have felt warmth and comfort from the building, and people. It feels like family. Yet when I am there I still feel I need to be a better Christian, a better person in general, but especially a better mother. Perhaps all mothers go through stages of feeling inadequate or like the mother next to them is perfect and they are not. That is how I feel regarding Youngling, though I am trying every day to change that and make sure I am giving him the best upbringing I can.

We can but try.

Take care

Kate

Wordless Wednesday

2011-12-14T16:00:00.000Z

Early Christmas present - to myself

2011-12-12T11:15:00.000Z

Do you ever get days where you want to do something creative and yet you just don't know what to do? I do, especially when I have had a long night with Youngling. Don't even get be started on that right now.

Recently I was 'window-net-shopping' on Amazon and came across The pocket Muse books by Monica Wood. I had a look through some of the pages and quite liked it so thought since its the seasons of gifts and what not I thought why treat myself. So I did.

I was super excited to get the book however I hadn't anticipated just how long it would take to arrive. Everyday I was calling to the postman to see if he had a package for me. After almost five weeks it arrived yay.

I haven't started any of the exercises in the book yet but I have really enjoyed thumbing through its inspirational pages. I will be posting lots of the work I do in the new year. So when you see a post title with 'Exercise #' you'll know where it comes from.

Whats the most inspirational book you've ever read?

What's the best present you've ever treated yourself to?

Take care
Kate
xx

It wasn't me!

2011-12-09T10:54:00.003Z

While I was giving Youngling a quick shower, (hosing him down more like after he had a messy accident - potty training is such fun) our new feline friend, Charlie-Cat, ran riot downstairs.

I could hear him jumping and running about (I've caught him climbing the walls before now - literally). I came downstairs to find this face looking up at me:

What you don't see in the picture is the remainder of the toilet roll (which hadn't been opened prior to his massacre) and the state of the living room which resembled a cheap production of a Christmas play.

A fresh and clean smelling Youngling simply looked at the chaos, jumped onto the sofa and said 'Oh Larley'.

Out of the mouths of babes.

I couldn't bring myself to punish the little moggy for he is such a gorgeous puss-cat.

What's the craziest thing your monster moggy or pet has done?

Take care

Kate

The trouble with co-habiting is...

2011-12-09T09:18:00.005Z

...You never get a full nights sleep. Having a toddler in your bed is like sleeping with a kangaroo kicking and punching you throughout the night.

...You go prematurely bald from the constant hair tugging and twiddling from Youngling who is terrified to be alone and needs to feel comforted. No fake hair doesn't work. I've tried everything.

...You become a grumpy parent the next day, unusually snapping at the insignificant things that do not require such an outburst. Its rather embarrassing and not great parenting, however you tend to get a few sympathetic looks from like minded mothers. But then you get the scowls and grimaces from the 'Mary Poppins' mothers of the world.

...You tend to miss all the good TV later on in the evening. 'Get a TV in the bedroom?' Yes I would like one, but surely that would send Youngling into even worse habits by learning to fall asleep with background noise? 'Just think of all the reading you can do'. It would be so much easier to read with both arms free from cuddling said Youngling.

...You cant really have anyone to stay over for several reasons, a) you get into your PJ's stupidly early b) you tend to go to bed hours earlier than everyone else as have lost the will to live by 7pm let alone converse with another human being, c) having a male companion is out of the question for three in the bed would certainly get a bit cramped.

However there are good sides to co-habiting....

...You will always have someone to keep you warm at night.

...You will always have someone to squeeze you tight.

...You will always have someone to say it's going to be alright.

...You will always have someone next to you in the morning light.

Take care,

Kate

Money's no object.

2011-12-08T21:12:00.007Z

Today I saw how some fortunate people in this world view money as no object. I was in town with Boog, while Youngling was at school, and went shopping after eating literally all I could eat at the Chinese buffet. Yum.

Having purchased the essentials, a new book for Boog, a set of screwdrivers (again for Boog), a designer watch (yup youve guessed it again for Boog), we headed towards the final shop where I had hoped to buy some PVA glue. Call me mad but I have taken it upon myself, with a little 'help' from Youngling, to make our own Christmas cards this year. I hadn't anticipated how much glue would be needed for the operation in hand and ran out after only completing five 3D tree cards.

So we are walking through the precinct when Boog stops dead in the middle of the walk way, turns and heads back to look in a window without so much as 'one minuet' in my direction. Luckily I am used to this sort of random turn of events since it is usually me doing the quick spin around, so I followed suit.

Turns out there was an offer on the ipad2 from Orange and Boog fancied a bit of that.

Already being a very valued customer it was a rather quick and simple signature here and there and bish, bash, bosh he is now the proud new owner of said droid. Is it right to call it a droid? Well anyway the machine is beautiful, light and very impressive. I immediately wanted to have a little play with the new toy but had to get home to see my boy.

What gets me, and its no secret from Boog, is how he can just go out and buy so many lavish items in one hit. Granted he works hard for his money, ok so he works for his money, which is the way it should be. And that he also said these were Christmas presents to himself which in all honesty I have been doing throughout the year (albeit on a much smaller scale of course).

It got me thinking to the state of the finances and unemployment in the country. There was a debate about it on TV this morning and an interesting lady called in. She said how she had recently become a single mum and had consequently had to go onto government benefits in order to survive. This story was not too dissimilar to my own. However I was stunned to hear how her old work colleagues, who were married with children with great jobs, big house, two cars etc. disapproved of their friend being on benefits.

Now other than Doo I haven't had anyone say anything directly to me of a disapproving manner regarding my living and financial situation. I have always worked for my money and I, like Boog, have lived on the money I have earned. But when did we get into such a crisis of the separation of the classes? And why isn't anyone doing anything to help?

I really felt for this woman and I hope no one thinks that of me. I am at least trying to save a little every month for Youngling. I do not want him to feel the pressure of wanting nice things without being able to buy them. Or to struggle to pay for the roof over his head.

Take care

Kate

Star in the making

2011-12-05T20:46:00.011Z

Youngling had his very first stage appearance yesterday at his pre-school Christmas concert. I was so nervous for him and the rest of his classmates as it must be a very daunting experience for them.

All week long Youngling had been singing songs that I could only make out a few of what they were. He was brimming with excitement though I'm not entirely sure he fully understood what was happening.

The day before the big show my mum (his Nanna Barbar) and I took Youngling shopping to get a few supplies and it struck me I hadn't got his costume ready. Thank goodness for convenience stores nowadays with ready made elf outfits and the like. I asked Youngling which costume he would like (all choices from the 50% off section of course) and he chose the most appropriate outfit ever.

As some of you know Youngling is called Joseph and he chose to be a Shepherd for the concert. I was so proud and although I had to sit next to Daddy Doo, who kept trying to make small talk (despite shouting at me the day before and saying that we don't have that sort of relationship anymore where we can make chit-chat). It all went very well.

Youngling was waving his handmade pompom in time with the music and managed to follow some of the actions and sing some of the songs - despite spending a lot of the time turning around and chatting to a friendly girl.

It was such a shame that when we went into town afterwards, to get the bits of shopping i forgot to buy the day before, he had the mammouth of all tantrums. I had to literally drag him from one end of the shopping square past all the shops, coffee shops and restaurants to the other end of town where we had parked. So embarrassing. Especially when Youngling kept shouting 'No, Mummy, No'.

I stuck to my guns and followed trough with the naughty step regime and when we got home I attacked the hoovering like never before. Eventually after lots of tears and screaming (from both of us) Youngling said 'rorry mummy' of his own accord. We hugged and then ate some raisins. Such a simple life we lead.

Although I find it a struggle to discipline Youngling, more so now that I am a single mother, I just have to look at him up on that stage and my heart swells with pride.

What do you do to deter a tantrum or discipline your Younglings?

Take care

Kate

Jack and His GIANT Stalk!

2011-12-04T16:03:00.001Z

This weekend I was invited to a Christmas Pantomime to celebrate my friends 21st Birthday. At first I was really excited as I thought this was an unusual yet fun way to celebrate a birthday. However as the day drew nearer I inherited a cough and a cold and felt terrible. I became dubious about the day as I feared I may have to run out half way through the performance during a coughing fit or worse to throw up (sorry if too much information).

Boog was also invited as he is a mutual friend also. We got ready in less than ten minuets and drove the birthday girl (who looked stunning in a little Green number), her boyfriend and colleague to the next town. I was totally covered up with scarf, hat and a bag as big as my house - typical mummy style. Disgusted at the bar prices, and the fears mentioned above, I took a pint of water into the cosy auditorium and waited with baited breath.

It was hilarious. A real riot.

I have never laughed so much at sexual innuendos and blatant slapstick comedy before. The actors switched from character in the fastest costume changes I've ever witnessed. Their take on accents was questionable but this only added to the humour. Not to mention the precarious interchangeable set which had to be held by the actors during moments of the one act panto.

There was a particularly crude and laugh out loud reference to a childrens TV character which I had to be ssh'd for laughing so loudly at. I was oblivious to my cold though my flu like symptoms didn't stop me almost passing out again from overheating (the polite way for saying sweating like a pig).

Watching the cast of three perform on the small stage made me reminisce once again about my time at university. I was again inspired to put my Drama Degree to use and am enquiring about part time positions at local theatres. I will never stop writing though and am lucky to have such supportive friends, especially those within the industry.

Picture courtesy of: http://www.markettheatre.co.uk/whatson.htm

If you could play any pantomime character which would it be?

Take care and 'watch out - hes behind you' :-)
Kate
xx

I have a confession...

2011-12-02T15:28:00.006Z

...it is eight months since Doo and I parted and I have to introduce you to my new friend. I suppose you may call him a boyfriend, though there are sixteen years difference between us.

Boog is my ex partner (we are talking 6 odd years ago before Doo and I fell in Love). We had a tumultous relationship and I take my 50% of responsibility as it takes two to tango after all. I was a lot younger back then and I have learnt so much over the years. A lot of which I owe to Doo for I always called him (and always will) my Knight In Shining Blue. It was Doo who literally (and metaphorically) saved my life. For that I will always be truly thankful. However he cannot hold that against me for the rest of my life, otherwise we will have no future, as friends (or otherwise).

Boog has run a successful company with his business partner, and close friend, for seventeen years now. He is out going and the life and soul of a party, though even he will admit sometimes he can do that too often. I was dubious getting back in contact with him after so many years crossing the street to avoid him, and after our relationship ended so badly. In fact it was Boog who got back in contact with me.

It was a complete surprise and utterly romantic, something that had been missing from my life for quite a while. It was as though he had read my mind. The thing with Boog is that we are on the same page on a lot of things. For example, we both support and encourage each others ideas and dreams no matter how outrageous or out of reach they may be. He can go from spending £1000 on a lavish weekend of champagne with the finest food and entertainment, to spending £10 on a traditional dinner, a bottle of wine and watching the good old British soaps on TV after enjoying a long walk or swim in the local lagoon.

I will never close the book on Doo, and no one will ever replace him as Younglings father. But until he accepts me for who I am, and for his part in the breakdown of our relationship, we can but share niceties on the exchange of Youngling. Id rather that than constant arguing any day.

I do not expect anyone to understand how I can be with someone else so soon after recent events with Doo, I do not understand it myself some days. But I do know this, Boog makes me smile and laugh so hard that I get cramp in my side. He knows to give me a cuddle without any prompting from me when I drift off with my thoughts. I know that I can never intentionally go out and meet someone knew and have to explain my past, my current situation, Youngling and hopes for the future. To me that is impossible. I just know that when Boog and I spend a few days together (when Youngling is staying with Daddy Doo) I never know what will happen or what we'll do. We always seem to have an adventure in one way shape or form.

Me and Boog at the big turn on.

So there you have it, now everyone knows. You can think what you like but at least I have been honest. I cannot change myself for anyone any more. you only need to read my latest posts to see that I am getting back to myself by going to the theatre, reading and writing again to see that.

I wish Doo every health and happiness and who knows what the future brings for all of us. I cannot hide myself and my life from everyone anymore. I was brought up with lies and I refuse to to let history repeat itself.

So there you have it. The truth is unraveled.

Do take care,
Kate
xx

Wordless Wednesday

2011-11-30T23:59:00.000Z

Happy Christmas

Santa turns us on

2011-11-26T14:30:00.004Z

One week after seeing a fantastic musical show in our amazing capital of that there London I am blown away by the festive celebrations put on by our town.

Last Saturday we had a very special guest come to turn our Christmas lights on. It was indeed Father Christmas, and with sparkling attractions and fake snow it definitely had a Christmassy feel.

The main stage in the town centre.

My town, The First Garden City, is very proud of the events and entertainment it produces and puts on. At gatherings such as the big switch on you get a real sense of community and collaboration. The square was jam packed with people of all ages and backgrounds. Though the weather had suddenly turned very cold, nothing an Irish coffee couldn't warm up, it didn't deter the crowds.

Youngling thoroughly enjoyed the event, although we are currently going through the terrible twos so had a few tantrums before the big switch on and accompanying firework display. I got suckered into buying him not one but two light up toys. One of which he wouldn't let go of, even when he went to bed.

Apologies for the picture quality (or lack of).

Roll on the first of December when I can put my new Christmas tree up and start preparing for the occasion. This year will be different from all the rest but I am determined to make it special with a little help and love from friends and family. Afterall Christmas to me means a time of love, family and sacrifice.

What does Christmas mean to you?

Take care

Kate
xx

It's a boy girl, girl boy thing.

2011-11-25T20:13:00.005Z

Youngling had his first session of Speech Therapy today, which went well by all accounts. I was incredibly proud as he played nicely and answered all the therapists questions as best he could. Despite having a streaming cold he was jabbering away which helped his assessment.

Laura, his assessor, diagnosed a verbal block which will need further testing and treatment. This is where Youngling can understand pretty much everything and even string sentences together beyond his age capability. However when it comes to sounding out the vowels, and placing certain letters within a word, he is struggling.

So now we are on the waiting list for further sessions and some hearing tests to rule out any medical diagnosis that may be hindering his speech progress. So fingers crossed all is ok - I will keep regular updates as and when.

After meeting a child minding friend at the local soft play centre Youngling fell asleep as I pushed him round the town. I started to get a few bits and bobs for Christmas since my new tree arrived the other day. My very first Christmas tree, not bad for a single twenty something mother of one (and owner of two cats) to have only just needed to purchase her very own tree. I managed to get some tinsel, a tree skirt and some of those annoyingly cute (yet annoyingly repetitive) dancing musical animals, which Youngling proceeded to keep playing over and over and over.....

I tried to distract him with a 99p fire truck toy but unfortunately he had woken up grumpy from his short nap. Instead he wanted to play with another 99p toy, a 'Funtastic PopStar Doll' - aka a fake Barbie.

Now I'm not adverse to Youngling playing with boys toys, girls toys or unisex toys. In fact I think it's healthy for him to explore all types of toys while he can before society tries to tell him that he cannot possibly like pink unless he is a raging homosexual. But when I was a Youngling I used to play with dolls, cars and climb trees - not worrying about getting muddy and grazed. Now I am neither a lesbian or a girly girl, but why do people have to make such a fuss when they see a little boy with an unconventional boys toy? (I would like to add that I am in no way, shape or form homophobic and stand up for equal rights).

This was the result of his playing with both the toys, and an old makeup brush set of mine that Youngling claimed as his own.

It is clear that I now have the task of teaching Youngling that violence from the Emergency Response Units, no matter how glammed up, is just not acceptable.

What's the strangest toy you or someone you know has ever played with?

Take care

Kate

Wicked - a review

2011-11-24T10:47:00.009Z

Wicked could quite possibly change your view on one of the most iconic stories in history, The Wizard Of Oz. In a world of fantasy and literary imagination Rachel Tucker, who plays Elphaba (the Wicked Witch), tells us the story of personal courage, unlikely friendship and of love.

The untold story of the Wicked Witch of the West begins at the end when her one true friend, Glinder (The Good), tells the city that the Wicked Witch is dead. As Glinder prepares to travel by bubble (with an award winning stage design) when a citizen of Oz asks if she was once friends with The Wicked Witch. Glinder reveals she was in fact friends with her enemy and so begins to tell the story, as sort of flash back/memory scene unfolds.

We are first introduced to Elphaba as a baby who disappointed her father literally seconds after her birth for she was not like other babies. She was in fact bright green. Already the laugh out loud wit captures the audience. Years later her mother gave birth to a younger sister but sadly died during childbirth. It was Elphaba’s responsibility to help raise her sister and so look after her when they went to boarding school. It was at the boarding school of sorcery that Elphaba met Glinder, played by the endearing Louise Dearman, igniting their fiery and competitive relationship.

There were moments where the entire auditorium were captivated to silence and moments where you could hear whooping and cheering from all levels. Though the cast wasn't as full as in other productions you would never know it for The Company filled the stage with their vibrant and creative dancing. In the Ozdust Ballroom scene in Act 1 i felt myself memorising the dance arrangements which were choreographed by the amazingly talented James Lynn Abbott.

Overall Wicked is a musical for the entire family and I would recommend it to anyone.

Take Care

Kate

Thank Your Lucky Stars

2011-11-21T20:25:00.003Z

Life definitely tests us in different ways, like the changing climate or economical demise or separating from your fiancé after five years – I promise I wont go on about it for much longer ;-) Lately I have been thinking that although things do happen for a reason, fate if you like, we all have a choice of path to walk down. It can be a positive choice or a wallowing walk to self pity and misery. Only we can make that decision and be in control of our feelings, reactions and actions for ourselves and towards others.

Though that is definitely easier said than done. Finance and circumstances can definitely play a factor in prohibiting one reaching one’s dreams but why do we always look upon the negative aspects of our journeys instead of the positive.

Last week I was reading status updates from an author I read about years ago in one of the Writing magazines (which I still have the clipping of to this day). Cally Taylor was promoting her new novel ‘Home For Christmas’ which is out now. As part of the book release she was offering one lucky winner a chance to be the proud owner of a brand new Kindle with a copy of her book of course. She was also running a second competition to win a Swarovski crystal necklace, a signed copy of her book ‘Home For Christmas’ and a designer tote bag. Of course I entered both. After a few minor technical difficulties I tweeted every hour and encouraged others to re-tweet about the competitions.

Well blow me down I only went and won the necklace competition.

My Prizes

I truly believe that this is a sign that my luck and that the luck of those surrounding me is about to change, and for the better.

Sometimes we have to pick ourselves up and make things happen for our own good, for me and mine too. So there would have been no point had I said, ‘Oh I really want to win this competition’ and then do nothing about it. It was my sheer determination that encouraged me to keep tweeting and every time I look at Cally’s warm words in the front of her book ‘Home For Christmas’ and wear the beautiful lucky star necklace I will remember that anything is possible. After all if Cally can follower dream then Kate can too.

You can become a follower of Cally Taylor on Twitter and on Facebook. I will be posting a review of 'Home For Christmas' as soon as I have read it (I am starting tonight so will hopefully have it read before Christmas for you). If you can't wait until my review then go over to Amazon and order your copy there.

What’s the best prize you’ve ever won? Did it have a significant meaning to you too?

Take care

Kate

The Thing About Being A Single Mother....

2011-11-18T08:44:00.001Z

…is you can never be ill (for who would look after the baby while you shuffle back under your duvet, surrounded by snotty tissues, mugs of Lemsip and bottles of cough mixture.) Even a small ailment such as an insect bite can be tricky when you’re single. Especially when its on your back and you cant reach it to put cream on it. So what do you do? Do you call your elderly neighbour who may just have aneurysm at the touch of anti-wrinkled skin. Or do you call your ex who may laugh at your struggles or worse may send sparks flying once again. Thus making your head spin in a tornado of questions like “Were we too hasty in our decision to separate?”, “Does my back look big in this?”, or “How many other girls backs has he rubbed cream into?”. It’s a dangerous decision to make, so what do you do?

Being a single mother is exhausting. Not just the mothering side of things but everyday mundane tasks soon become a huge event. Take shopping for example, no longer can I saunter down to the supermarket in my smelly trainers and tracksuit. Now I have to have freshly washed hair, styled and set, and wearing the latest trends with toe squashing heels, just in case I am to meet the man of my dreams, or bump into the ex. Not only does this take time and effort to maintain it’s costs a fortune buying industrial strength makeup to cover the bags and blemishes. Sexy.

I think being a single mother is brave for it takes real courage to meet someone new and share your most intimate details with, and literally start all over again. In many ways it’s like being a teenager for a few months. Think back to when you were at school and had a major crush. You would ensure you bumped into them by the science lab even if it meant being late for your next class over the side of the school. Then when you finally

plucked up enough courage to ask said crush on a date you had to think of every possible date scenario to ensure an appropriate outfit. During said date with said crush you had to be on your best behaviour and think of funny things to say without talking about yourself too much and boring the socks off your date. Lest we forget about the cheek or lips end of date kiss. Yikes romance really is a battle field and it doesn’t get easier as you get older.

There are definitely pros and cons to being single. Pros: I can watch what I want when I want, wear what I want, eat what I want – you get the idea. Cons: it can be extremely tiring and lonely with no one to laugh at your jokes, hold you tight and keep you warm at night.

The best part of course is Youngling J for without him I wouldn’t be me.

Take care

Kate

Welcome Back

2011-11-17T14:18:00.003Z

Hello and the warmest welcome back to my blog, formally known as ‘Two men, a Cat and Me’.

This is the not-so- grand unveiling of my new and improved look courtesy of Zoe at Chic Sassy Designs and my new name courtesy of moi 'Makeshift Mummy – Two cats, Youngling and me'.

I feel I owe you all an explanation and it may help to get it all off my chest. I haven’t blogged in almost seven months because I felt like a fraud. I didn't feel a part of 'Two Men, a Cat and Me' as there is no longer two men, a cat and me.

In a nutshell Youngling’s daddy (Doo) moved out seven months ago after many months of arguing and crying, from both parties. It was a reasonably mutual decision and a necessary strategy at the time. I lost a lot of my true self leading up to that moment and have only just started to gain my confidence back and find my identity. I only hope that Doo can do the same.

Yes I have been hurt, sad and angry but its not about me, or Doo for that matter, its about our son - Youngling. I can no longer change for anyone else I can just be the best mother I can be to my gorgeous little boy.

This is a fresh look and a fresh start for us all. Youngling has started going to Pre-School two afternoons a week and is growing in leaps and bounds. We've redecorated and added colour back into our lives and in the process we've adopted a friends cat, Charlie aka Larley. He likes to wind up PolPol but really completes our little family.

So thank you all for being so patient with me and welcome to any new friends. I really appreciate those of you who have contacted me privately or personally over the past months. Your love and support was greatly received.

This is the first (of many) new adventures and I am glad to be back and sharing them with you.

Ever indebted

Just Kate

I'm still here...

2011-05-28T12:03:00.000+01:00

...I haven't gone anywhere but I apologise for my lack of contact and for keeping you all in the dark as of late. I have had a few mini projects on the go right now, both business and personal.

I have some exciting new plans to share with you but all will be revealed in due course. I can't wait to unveil the new me, new look when all is complete and share the truth with you for you deserve to know the truth.

I am thinking of you all and missing you everyday. I hope you are all well and happy and wish you all the best. Don't go anywhere and I will be back shortly.

Lot's of Love
Just Kate
xx

Summer / Spring holiday :-)

2011-04-18T09:29:00.002+01:00

We’re all going on a ~~summer~~ spring holiday. Yay

In a matter off weeks the Collings clan will be heading down to the coast for a bit sea sand and hopefully sun. Doo surprised Youngling and I with a holiday to Yarmouth a little while ago and we are getting more and more excited as we near the date.

Since we don’t have a car at the moment Doo’s dad kindly offered to hire one for us. Yay I get to drive a dream car for a week so exciting. Though Doo doesn’t drive, he doesn’t even have his provisional licence, so I will be the designated driver for the entire holiday. I don’t mind really but would like to off load some of the responsibility now and then. I’ve never hired a car before so not too sure how it all works but Bobo (Doo’s dad) needs my driving licence and to check out the insurance coverage etc. He should look at Tesco Car Insurance, as long as he shares the points with us ;-)

Luckily, or responsibly, I haven’t had any speeding tickets or criminal records so I think it shouldn’t be too much of a problem hiring the car. I wish I could get to choose the style, size and colour, hmm I’ve always wanted to drive a big 4x4 with low tinted windows, like the celebrities get chauffeured around in. Lush. But as long as it works and comes with a good radio and cd system then I’ll be happy. I believe it’s a two hour drive to Yarmouth from here so with Doo and Youngling in the car I will need as many cds as I can fit into the glove box to keep me sane. I was thinking a bit of Glee, 30 Seconds To Mars and of course The Wheels On The Bus collaboration of childrens songs.

The last long drive I went on was to Wales to see my family and that was quite a mission with a toddler having more mood swings than me at ‘that-time-of-the-month’. I had borrowed mums car that only had a working cassette player and sporadic radio coverage. Overall Youngling was better behaved than I had anticipated so fingers crossed he will behave this time round. It was on this trip to Wales when Youngling saw the beach for the very first time. Now almost six months older he will really be able to enjoy the seaside and Doo can see his reactions to the different textures etc. for the very first time. Unfortunately he had to work last time, though I sent him lots of pictures. It will be nice to get some pictures of the three of us.

What’s your favourite way to travel? Do you like to play games or listen to music on your journey?

Will be in touch soon,
Take care
Kate
xx

Make it mondays - a change

2011-04-18T09:03:00.003+01:00

As you may have noticed my 'Make it Mondays' regular spot has been interrupted by one thing and another. Though in my defence I have been maintaing that we have been far more active the last few weeks which has been great for both Youngling and I.

I feel like we have really bonded the last two
weeks and although his sleeping is still not settled we are more routined and united.

We have enjoyed trips to the farm where I let Youngling explore many new and familiar sensations etc. Here is a picture of him on the farmyard express:

I should really change the name to Moving Mondays as we really haven't sat still. Here is another picture of him climbing a tree when we went on a woodland adventure at our friends house in Northampton last week.

Cool dude eh?

It was really great seeing his 'cousins' (the twins are Doo's Godchildren - well the daughter is but we treat them both as if they were family anyway). I think the fact that the twins are almost a year and a half older than Youngling it helps him with his motor skills and communication etc. I am still a bit concerned that his speech isn't coming on as quickly as I'd anticipated. Perhaps I have too high expectations of him?! Perhaps I just want the best for him. Either way it was adorable watching the three of them play and entertain themselves with nature and toys. I even managed to hold an adult conversation with their mum.

It's not only me who has taken to running Youngling ragged lately. Even his Uncle and Bampa have enjoyed letting him play in the fountains in our town. Youngling loves it and its a great (FREE) and reasonably safe place to play. You just have to watch out for the bigger kids or even the adults who think its hilarious to go around splashing everyone who wants to stay dry. It tends to cost a little bit on impromptu days when I have to buy a towel and replacement clothes like I did last week - thanks Bampa for taking your grandson in when I didn't have spares with me ;-)

So today since it is now 'Move it Mondays' we are off on a mammoth walk into town to meet a friend and then I will have to ask Nanna Barbar to lend us her car in order to buy a new washing line, a proper rotary washing line. I hung out two loads of washing yesterday and the line from the side of our house to the tree at the bottom of the garden snapped! Full of washing. Over the flower beds! Clean clothes are now filthy once more. So angry.

I intend to let Youngling do a lot of walking and will take the ball with us so he can have a run around at the park. He is loving being so mobile and climbing up and down on the slide. It is a joy to watch him though sometimes I have to hold his hand as the play ground may be too old for him. It doesn't deter him from clambering about mind you.

What do you like doing on your Move it Mondays?

I would love to hear about your Monday madness, I am always looking for new ideas and games to play with Youngling to keep us both active, mentally and physically.

Take care and enjoy your day.
Kate
xx

Makeshift office and make do

2011-04-18T08:29:00.001+01:00

We have almost lived in this house for a year now and I can really call it my home. Although we have had our problems with this property they have all been structural which I suppose cannot be helped. Youngling seems settles here (bar his lack of sleeping as you are more than well aware that is still a huge problem). Since we finally had our boiler fixed our house has been a cosy home open to all.

I have been continuing my lists from 2010 and 2011 (see right hand side of page). I have been going through all of our clothes and bits and bobs and either donating them to charity or photographing them to sell on ebay. (I have lots of bargains for sale if anyone is interested from size 6 (UK) shoes to clothes size 10 (UK) a fitness step (collection only) books and dvds baby and toddler clothes, a baby bath with top and tailer and a changing bags, dancing bags, photo albums and candle holders etc).

My next big job, along with sorting Younglings room and sleeping habits, is to get a shed for my Wiggle Tots toys. We are now doing three sessions a week and with a lot of advertising over the next seven days I hope our numbers will grow even more. I have been allocated some ground at the church hall to erect a new shed where we can store the Wiggle Tots toys and admin etc. I am very excited about this as it means I get my old study back. I am desperate to get in there and organise it all so I can use it as intended as a little office. I can really apply myself to my writing then.

So right now I am sat here at the end of the sofa with wires everywhere surrounded by papers and pens, much to the annoyance and frustration of Doo. He hates clutter and mess. It has caused many an argument between us. I am not clean and tidy enough for him. Which if you look at the picture above you can appreciate his concern. (PS, that is the only room which looks like a junk yard).

I should be sorting the shed this weekend even though it is Easter weekend then if Doo can finally ask his friend to come and fix my wireless connection then I can set up camp in my study. Until then I will have to make do with my makeshift office and Doo will have to suck it up and accept I'm not perfect.

Where do you prefer to blog from?

Take care
Kate
xx

"Call me Houdini"

2011-04-12T08:40:00.000+01:00

I knew we would be entering the 'tricky' stage of the terrible two's but I had kidded myself in thinking that Youngling had started his early therefore it wouldnt last as long.

How wrong was I?!

A few nights ago Doo was working nights so I enjoyed the bedtime routine with the little one, that's usually Doo's time as he misses alot throughout the day. The con's of working at least eighty-five hours a week I suppose.

Anyway Youngling and I had our water fight in the bathroom - not my idea I can assure you - dried ourselves off and read a story before tucking Youngling into bed. Leaving him to cry for a bit I ventured downstairs to have my dinner and write an article.

An hour later, still screaming, I'd gone upstairs a number of times to find the contents of his drawers all over the room and a red faced angry little boy.

Sticking to the 'sleep-routine' (returning him to bed without-talking at this point) I attempted to head downstairs to my make-shift office (will blog about that later), leaving him to have his tantrum for another twenty mins or so.

I hadnt realised that all had gone quiet upstairs until the living room door opened and Youngling stumbled in hanging his head,crawled onto the sofa, pulling the blanket oround him and falling asleep.

I rushed upstairs to see how he had escaped, (we have a stair gate on his door frame and a meter away at the top of the stairs). He had taken one of the drawer tidies out of the dresser, emptied the contents turning it over and using it as a step to climb over.

Well I'll be.

I was astonished and angry yet couldnt help giggling a little at my clever little clogs. I phoned Doo who burst out laughing saying we have a genius escape artist in our midst, which didn't fill me with hope I have to say.

Now we are debating taking the stair gate away and replacing his cot-bed with either the wooden single bed we have in storage or getting a novelty character childrens bed to encourage him to sleep in his own room? Ever since what we now call 'the Houdini incident' Youngling wont sleep anywhere but with me in our bed. So we are back to square one with the sleeping situation.

What would you do? Or what did you do and did it work?

Take care
Kate
xx

Little Pea and Bertie

2011-04-04T09:16:00.002+01:00

"I'm pregnant" you say. "So what next?" you ask. Where to start?

If you are anything like me you want pregnancy and birth to go as smoothly as possible and to look and feel just as smooth and stylish too. "Not possible" you say. Oh but it is. Especially with new 'one-stop' online shops making it even easier to buy your pregnancy and parenthood needs.

Little Pea and Bertie is one of those sites and what a delightful experience it is to explore their gorgeous range of maternity wear, Childrens clothes, even toys and furniture.

"At Little Pea and Bertie we wanted to bring a real sense of shopping in a luxury boutique, staying away from mass produced poor quality products often found online. Although we stock developed brands we wanted there to be a strong presence of small businesses. Often local producers or home businesses get overlooked as their productions are limited we wanted to be able to showcase these beautiful items."

said Lisa Gray Director and founder of Little Pea and Bertie.

I was instantly attracted to the quirky clothes and could see Youngling wearing a pair of funky Dungarees this spring/summer:

Picture Courtesy of Little Pea and Bertie

Filled with exciting pages, beautiful pictures and a quaint blog, Little Pea and Bertie reminds me of a fairytale story. Totally captivating the magical essence of childhood charm.

For me personally the boys items would only suit Youngling on special occasions but that's only because I wouldn't want him to ruin the delicate designs by rolling around in the mud. What your children don't do that? ;-)

I do like the essentials they offer like Prams and Travel not only a necessity but stylish too. The toy range encompasses 'unique heirloom quality' with science and education making learning play fun and accessible.

So if you get a chance do stop by and let me know what you think.

I am so excited about the summer, less clothes = less hassle for both me and Youngling. What will you be dressing your little ones in this spring/summer?

Take care
Kate

xx

PS: It has been brought to my attention that at this time Little Pea and Bertie do not have maternity wear.

Lent Lunches and another box ticked

2011-04-04T09:14:00.001+01:00

We are half way through our Lent period at church and I have been inspired to get more involved next year.

Lent is the period of fasting, an annual period of sacrifice
, for 40 days and 40 nights where we Christians give up something in order to be one with God, just as Jesus did.

Many people fast for periods during this time, though don't get me wrong I am not advocating a 40 day no-food fast by any means. Many believers give up their chocolate indulgences or use of technology and return to a more simplistic way of life during this period.

Picture Courtesy of: St Thomas Church

At our church we encourage the congregation to meet at one anothers houses for a 'Lent Lunch' which will consist of a vegetarian soup, bread, fruit and cheeses. We pay a contribution for the meal which is then donated to a charity after Easter.

Lent is also a time to reflect and develop a daily prayer discipline which will strengthen you and your spirituality. Our Reverend told us how Jesus wondered through the wilderness and fasted for his faith. Our collect for The First Sunday of Lent was this:

Almighty God, whose son Jesus Christ fasted for forty days in the wilderness, and was tempted as we are, yet without sin: give us grace to discipline ourselves in obedience to your spirit; and, as you know our wekness, so may we know your power to save; throught Jesus Christ your Son our Lord, who is alive and reigns with you, in the unity of The Holy Spirit, one God, now and for ever, Amen.

I have been particulaly 'taken' with Lent this year and have been asking more questions about it and about my faith. I believe these words can help support us all, no mnatter what your religion.

Although I haven't been using a prayer book (a printed book with a set prayer for each day), I have been using my Pilates training to focus and be still which I find very powerful.

In fact during this period I have reached my target of getting into my pre-pregnancy clothes and weight. So I can now tick Number: 2 from my list of 11 things to do in 2011 - see right hand side of page ;-)

So it looks like I'm on track to completing my list for sure.

Have you kept your new years resolutions? If you take part in lent what did you 'sacrifice'?

Take care
Kate
xx

Celebrate good times come on.

2011-04-01T09:20:00.001+01:00

For the most of you who know me by now you will know that I am always up for a party. Any excuse to get my gladrags on and let my hair down. This weekend is no exception.

Tomorrow (Saturday 2nd) is mine and Doo's 4th anniversary - all together now; 'ahhh'. Though some days it feels like 40 years on other days it only feels like 4 weeks with that butterfly feeling still as fresh as it was when we first met almost 14 years ago.

How we met:
I've already written about this but all of the faces here at Two Men A Cat And Me - welcome by the way - this is our story (in a nutshell)

When I was 14 years old I had a Saturday job at a bakery in town. It was a very old fashioned bakery which is still trading now even with the big supermarkets opening every which way and where. Well across from the bakery was a new independent mobile phone shop which was run by two young, and handsome, lads. Doo was one of those boys and Uncle Boobie (his brother) was the other.

At the same time every shift Uncle Boobie would come over for a couple of cans of Coke and cakes. I would look across to Doo and wish that he would come over once in a while. But Uncle Boobie and I soon became 'friends' though Doo tugged at my heart strings.

It wasn't until I was at university when Doo pointed me out to his brother on a night out and asked his permission to get my number - see he can be romantic. But good intentions mixed with alcohol never result in a good ending and it wasn't until I graduated three years later that we bumped into each other again.

Unfortunately I was in a tumulturous relationship which was very detrimental to physical and mental health. Doo swept in, wearing Blue, and literally saved me drowning.

We have had our fair share of ups and downs but we have put those bad times behind us and though we bicker from time-to-time we are striding forward, clearing the hurdles that stand in our path.

So to celebrate we will be asking Nanna barbar (pretty please) to babysit so we can go out for a meal. I have been practising Pilates all week in an attempt to look more toned as Doo has already mentioned what of my gifts is: Lingere. I think that's more of a gift for him, don't you?

That's my first celebration of the weekend for the following day it is Mothering Sunday. So after going to church to say our thanks to God for blessing us with a child and for my mother, and to think of those who are no longer with us, my brother and I will take mum (and Youngling, my Dad and Doo) to a local Chinese 'all-you-can-eat' buffet for lunch celebrate.

So a busy weekend ahead. What do you do on your anniversary's and Mothering Sunday?
I hope you have a good weekend.

Take care
Kate

Book Review #4 of 11: Discover The Origin (cookery)

2011-03-25T09:29:00.000Z

Book Review #4: Discover The Origin (Hardback)
Simon & Schuster UK Ltd. 2009
ISBN: 978-1-84737-651-0

A three year campaign financed by the European Union which aims to educate across the board the benefits of, and raise awareness of, the PDO (Protected Designation of Origin) foods.
As Consumers how much do we really know about the food and drink which we purchase? How do we know the authenticity of the products?

This campaign highlights certain foods with the PDO stamp of approval and the book then gives a detailed introduction to the history and origin. Any foods with the PDO badge are officially guaranteed to be of the highest quality and made/grown by ‘local artisans employing traditional methods.’ The PDO products aren’t made in the millions by machines but by real people with care and passion. The PDO stamp was first introduced to the European Union in 1992.

Discover The Origin is a beautifully illustrated introduction to the learning about the value of food. It accentuates the importance of sharing good food with friends and family. I personally hadn’t heard of the PDO stamp and I fully support the campaign – in theory. As Paul Rankin introduces the book he describes the uniqueness of these products is in the attention to detail and dedication to the quality. The reader is assured that any wines with the DOC or AOC labels carry the same guarantee in authenticity.

All-Leo have just filmed with celebrated chef Lesley Waters making the Parmigiano-Reggiano cheese and Parma Ham polenta cakes, along with wine expert Nathan Nolan discussing the best white Burgundy wine to accompany it. If you would like to you can watch it here.. It has also been picked up by the Independent, who have recently featured it on their Food & Drink section. See it at: The Independent.

So in short buying PDO-stamped products supports honest trade, craft, tradition and means you get to eat and drink better! You can find out more at the official PDO Campaign website The real campaign now with the support from key contributors is not only to raise awareness of these products but also to make them accessible and affordable for consumers.

Having read this has this changed your attitude to purchasing food and drink?

Take care and enjoy good food.
Kate
xx

When I'm not off to London I'm...

2011-03-23T20:45:00.000Z

...busy being mum, as you already know, and trying to be a better housewife and what not. But I've also been busy getting myself a little job. Yes you heard me. I've been getting myself back into the working world that roles on outside my doorstep.

I've been looking forward to a few hours to myself without being 'mummy', not that Youngling can even say mummy yet. So when a friend suggested I look further afield for a part time position I took her advice and landed myself the job the very next day.

The irony is I am now working at a pre-school for toddlers.

That's right. Just like my 'I need a babysitter so I can go babysitting' post a while back. The irony stick strikes again.

So far it's been a learning journey and I really have to boost my confidence to lead the group sessions, despite over a year of running Wiggle Tots. Speaking of which I am hoping that I can bring a bit of liveliness and movement to the pre-school and that I can take some educational fun to Wiggle Tots.

I am having a meeting with a lady on Friday who is from the local authorities about commissioning Wiggle Tots for one of the Childrens Centres. So exciting. This is real validation that all of our hard work is finally paying off and that people like what we are doing :-) we being mum, Youngling and I. Mummy dearest has been an angel as of late from Wiggle Tots to Younglings birthday and being a BFF. (seriously Ive been watching too many teen dramas lol).

Apart from all of the above I have been trying to support Doo as he is waiting for a meeting on his impending redundancy. A very difficult time for us as a family and individuals. We will get there and I am hoping this little job may help even if it just buys extra nappies for Youngling - will start potty training as soon as we get some consistent warmer weather. It has been glorious weather here the last few days although we are in England so not sure how long that will last ;-)

How is everyone else doing? Hope you're all ok and I want you know though I may not have shown it as much the last month (which has flown by-where are the days going?) I have been thinking of you all often.

Love and best wishes
Kate
xx

An evening with Marie Claire

2011-03-17T09:59:00.000Z

On Tuesday I made the short journey to Southwark in London, by London Bridge, to attend the Inspire and Mentor event held by Marie Claire Magazine. The 'How To Get Into Magazines Event' was part of the magazines 2011 How To campaign to inspire readers who aspire to have a career in print and online 'lifestyle' journalism.

Almost one hundred men and women attended the event, many being younger fashion students or recent journalism graduates with pearl stud earrings, satin pleated skirts and wedge heels. We all signed in at the main desk before being given our visitors pass. We were then welcomed with a glass of bubbly and nibbles whilst we networked in the Marie Claire reception.

The event was held at one of Londons most eye catching buildings, the Blue Fin offices home of IPC Media, produce over sixty iconic media brands for the UK, with millions of viewers online. Mare Claire headquarters are homed on level ten in chic, minimalist designed offices and even have a small auditorium with the most comfortable red leather chairs and a projection screen.

How To campaign

Joining the editor in chief of Marie Claire UK, Trish Halpin, were the features director Andrea Thompson, fashion features director Jess Wood, beauty writer Cassie Steer and last but not least the digital & online editor Helen Russell.

(The picture goes from left to right starting with Trish Halpin...)

The panel of beautiful career women gave a brief history of how they entered the media world with some insightful behind-the-scenes takes on their day-to-day schedule.

Each member gave their opinions and top tips on what it takes to make it in glossy magazines. The general consensus being experience over qualifications. You can read the top tips at the Marie Claire website.

The event concluded with a question and answer session which I felt it would have been nice to network and mingle as we did after the How To Get Published Roadshow.

I found the event enjoyable and an exciting insight to the publishing world at one of the worlds largest womens lifestyle and fashion magazines. I still feel inspired to pursue my career and as Trish Halpin said to be in magazines you have to be a people person and connect on a one-to-one basis as well as talk to a room full of people I think I have that skill down. Now I need to hone in on my writing niche and somehow somewhere get some behind-the-scenes experience to boost my CV. I will still pursue obtaining official qualifications, at some point, as I know from experience it does bode well.

I am looking forward to reading the next issue of Marie Claire and know that one day I will work with the team on a feature of sorts.

Do you have a goal like I do? What measures are you taking to reach it? Or have you worked with a big glossy before? How did you get there and if you aren't there anymore what happened to change it all?

I'd love to hear about your experiences so please feel free to comment or email me.

Take care
Kate
xx

How to say goodbye by a woman and a man.

2011-03-13T22:12:00.000Z

As Doo left for work this evening, not sure how long I will be able to write that, (what with his impending redundancy) I had to chuckle at his manner of farewell.

Let me set the scene: Youngling and I were snuggled under my his Waybulu blanket on the sofa, so Doo came over to us, ruffled Younglings hair, whispered his love for him and kissed him several times making Youngling laugh. Not a common reaction to Doo's kisses on my part I can assure you.

I begin to lean in towards Doo in ever such a romantic way, and lower my eyes in blatant 'come-oto-mamma' fashion.

Just as I had puckered my lips Doo stands up, adjusts his bag and says: "right I'm off".

Well now I know romance isn't at the top of our agenda, especially when running late for work, but I hadn't anticipated such a cold brush off.

I sat back quicker than Youngling can demolish a packet of chocolate animal biscuits and couldnt contain my dissapointment by saying: "oh!".

I decided to lighten the mood and continued in a semi serious'/semi joking tone: "so long dear lover, I will count the minuets until you will return and grace me with your lustrous presence. I will long for you all evening and remember your kiss as if you were still kissing me"

Well I thought it was sweet if not a little bit sickly. It was only a bit of fun, but Doo then replied: "Yeah right I believe that when I see it". And off he went!

Now I'm not the most airy of fairy girly girls but I would like to think that chivalry isn't dead and that romance lives on beyond childbirth and two years without sleep.

Is it just me living in a fantasy land or should a partner greet you with a "Hi honey I'm home" cheer followed by a peck on the cheek or even flowers (they don't just have to be for birthday's anniversary's and funeral's you know).

How do you greet your partner on return from work? Or are you the one who goes out to work? If so how do you see the situation?

Take care,
'Kisses' to all,
Kate
xx

A week ago today...

2011-03-12T22:07:00.000Z

...thirty children plus their grownups gathered to celebrate my Younglings second birthday. My how the last two years have flown by.

The party was a great success and I cannot believe that I managed to get thirty toddlers to sit down and eat, drink and be merry. It was such fun. We made the banners and bunting on our Make-It-Monday session and during the party I cleared the toys and formed a circle. I then led the children (and their grown ups) in some party songs with shakers, pass the parcel and playing with the parachute.

As my mum and I prepare the tiny triangle shaped sandwiches we reminisced the events of the past year and how much Youngling has grown. I don't just mean in height and width (he does have a little bit of a pot belly on him - bless) but in spirit, creativity, character and talent.

I'm not denying that we've had our ups and downs with him and as a family. We've had losses we've made new friends but our love for Youngling has grown stronger and stronger, despite the odd screaming match at two in the morning.

But our gorgeous little boy has grown from this:

To this:

So I hope you had a very Happy Birthday my gorgeous baby boy. I love you more today than yesterday but not as much as I will tomorrow.

Lots of love
Mummy Kate
xx

My week at a glance: My interview

2011-03-11T21:17:00.001Z

I felt like a bit of a celebrity last week when I was asked to be 'interviewed' by Gallic Books. Usually it is me doing the interviewing but I jumped at the chance to have my say.

It started off with questions like, How would you sum up the ethos of your blog? and Why did I start blogging?

Then: What do you enjoy most about it?

I replied: Blogging for me is my work. I take it quite seriously, sometimes too seriously, and seeing people comment fondly on my posts is always rewarding. I have met some amazing and talented people through this mode of social media networking and I class most of them as dear friends. It still touches me so deeply when someone whom Ive never met, seen or spoken to can understand my point of view and thoughts. Maybe more than the person next to me. I hope I have meant something, even if its just a fraction, of what my followers and friends online have meant to me this past year.

To see more of my answers you can my interview here at: All-Leo.com

Take care and enjoy.
Kate
xx

My week at a glance: London Fashion Weekend

2011-03-08T20:55:00.030Z

Well I can barely contain the pleasure and sheer joy I felt when I attended one of the most prestigious events in the fashion world the last Sunday in February.

Held at the glorious Sommerset House, London Fashion Weekend was hosted by the beautiful Zara Martin accompanied by a glamorous collaborative soundtrack by Mathew Williamson, celebrating the relationship between fashion and music.

Zara Martin (right) with Stylist Miss Molly
(at Mandy Coakley Represents)

London Fashion Weekend is a fantastic way to end London Fashion Week sharing trade make up secrets at the Elizabeth Arden skincare stand, and selling ready to wear designer samples fresh from the catwalk at a bargain discounted price. For the average Joe, like you and me, London Fashion Weekend is our ticket into the fairytale world that we only get see on the shelves of all newsagents.

My highlights:

Swan Vesta

I loved the theatricality of the first collection which can be seen in the film Black Swan. Zara Martin even designed an item for this collection.

The show was broken with short interludes of video footage from the shows sponsors. But swiftly continued onto the colorful collection of Lady Brights and innovative knit creations by Mark Fast whose creations combine colour, Swarovski crystals, plastic panelling, Lycra and natural fibres. Together sculpting a voluminous iconic beauty.


Lady Brights

The signature stylings, as advised by Elizabeth Arden and Toni and Guy, include loose tassels and a revamped ballet bun (aka the giant topknot), teamed with Maximum Metallics with a shimmery finish and 70's Brights, exceptional lipsticks to be sure to turn heads this season.

The following pictures are two shots of the same dress by Mark Frost which literally took my breath away. Not only was the model absolutely stunning but she wore the dress which elegance and grace. A fine finale.

I have already bookmarked next years shows as I can't wait to go again. Maybe I could wear my Brown Dress by Amishi which I bought in the showpace.

Take care

Kate

Could you lend me...

2011-03-07T20:33:00.001Z

Before I share my adventures of last week with you all I wanted to post this blog I had written a while ago when mum was struggling with all her car trouble.So here goes:

Whilst watching an episode of Make It Or Break It, my new Saturday afternoon me-time show, I grunted at the enormous houses and gigantic 4x4's.

"What you scoffing at?" Doo asked.

I told him how I wish that these shows didn't make it all look so easy and that not everyone can get to live in a house with a pool and butler service and drive different coloured convertibles around as if it were like changing a bikini top. Of course this dream like scenario may be a reality for some people out there (maybe even a few of you reading this now), but the majority I know it is a nightmarish reminder of the things we lack in our lives. (Don't get me wrong I'm not completely materialistic, only when it comes to something that effects me personally).

"I don't know why you watch these programmes" said Doo.

But I wasn't listening. I droned on about how I wish we had my old car back on the road and that I secretly want a bigger car (kids come with a lot of baggage you know). I stood up, getting a bit angry now, and said how embarrassed I was about the bus situation (long story) and now how mums car has broken down. (In case you didn't hear, I was driving Youngling in the back, a friend waiting at home and I lost all power and control on the middle of a round-a-about).

I screamed that I am going to get a loan and get a bigger car on part exchange with my old car.

Doo, having heard this many times before, let me nuzzle into his chest. Then I started to get a bit upset at the fact that I, at almost twenty seven years of age, am still depending on my sixty+something mother at least twice a week to ferry me back and forth to a toddler group, that I started in the hopes of becoming a booming business.

Since mums car has been in the garage it has taken us three round trips to take me, Youngling and all the toys back and forth to Wiggle Tots in my sister-in-laws teeny tiny car. It was so kind of her to lend it to mum but why couldn't she have had a bigger car.

Have you ever considered taking out a loan for something you wanted so badly?

Take care
Kate
xx

*This post was sponsored*

Book review #3 of 11: Monsieur Montespan

2011-03-05T06:55:00.000Z

Monsieur Montespan by Jean Teule
Gallic Books 2010
ISBN: 978-1906040307

Monsieur Montespan was originally published in France in 2008, selling over 50,000 copies becoming a European number one best seller.

Set in the heart of the seventeenth century France Jean Teule paints a tragic love story. Full of explicit scenes, some of which are grotesque and gruesome, Teule describes the thin line between squalor and royalty. He does this successfully without sugar coating each encounter.

With this extraordinary novel, Jean Teulé has restored a ridiculed figure from history to the rightful position of hero, by telling the hilarious, bawdy and touching story of a good man who loved too well and dared challenge the absolute power of the Sun King himself.

This moving story sees Teule takes his hero on a journey to question the 'divine right of kings long before the revolution', and love, with beautiful illustrations throughout.

In all honestly this genre of novel would not immediately appeal to me, however I found it rather entertaining and wanting to see it performed live, which is testament to the narrative and structure in my eyes.

This is a true credit to Alison Anderson who has not only translated the book from French into English, but has written her own works also.

Have you or anyone you know read the book? What did you think? If you are interested in purchasing this product please take a look at Gallic Books and their many titles.

Take care
Kate
xx

Make it Monday and a party to prepare!

2011-03-03T09:19:00.000Z

I had a very busy weekend, which I am so excited to share with you in a seperate post, and a very sleepy Monday morning. Despite the yawns and constant munching to keep myself from falling asleep we had a very productive day.

As I asid on Tuesday's post Youngling will be turning two in a matter of days. I cannot believe how quickly the past two years have gone in terms of his growth and development. On the other hand I cannot believe that he is still having trouble sleeping and some days seem longer than a week.

Having said that Youngling is generally a good boy, tantrums aside of course, so I have taken it upon myself to throw him a birthday bash with all his friends and family. So in order to maintain our crafty enthusiasms I have been encouraging Youngling and his friends to make their own decorations, bunting and banners.

I will post pictures of the posters we made when I post about the party. I'd rather wait and show you the end results as opposed to half completed.

I originally thought it would be cheaper to make your own banners though it has probably cost me more in paint supplies and paper. It has been fun though and the children have been really creative in mixing their colours and so on. I was up rather late making paper chains but am glad everything is almost ready and prepared for the party.

I couldnt invite everyone that I had wanted as there woudnt be enough room in the church hall to hold us all. For those whom I have neglected to invite please accept my sincere apologies and I hope you all enjoy the pictures come the weekend's festivites.

Take care
Kate
xx

My Carry Potty

2011-03-01T08:28:00.000Z

In a matter of days Youngling will be turning two. The party is planned and prepared and the terrible two's tantrums seem to have died down a little. At least for now.

Turning two may not seem like a landmark for many families but for us it marks a year of hard graft with Youngling. We want to help best prepare him before he attends pre-school and nursery. This includes his academic and social skills and personal development.

It marks a week, or more, of messes when we try to potty train him so that he is dry when he attends school.

When talking to some friends on Twitter (not that I spend my life on there or anything) I soon realised the work doesn't start and stop in the home. We will have to contend with public toilets and travel (if we ever get that far).

It was suggested that I try out a new potty design which would be ideal for such occasions.

MyCarryPotty, designed by Amanda Jenner a mum herself, is a smart and safe way to potty train your Younglings. Made from high quality, durable plastic, assembly free and ready-to-go, clip shut lid - completely leak and odour-proof, no disposable bags - making it better for the environment.

Picture courtesy of MyCarryPotty.com

Youngling is a real testament to MyCarryPotty as he wont let go of it even though we haven't 'officially' started potty training. He couldn't open the safety seal catch which is extremely reassuring as we wouldn't want any spillages now would we. He can't quite say potty but he can say poo (which sounds more like bo) and points to the MyCarryPotty instructing me to open it for him to sit on (fully clothed of course).

I am starting to feel much more confident since having MyCarryPotty because in all honesty I have been dreading this moment in time. Though I will be so glad when I don't have dodge the nappy bombs dotted around. Seriously I had no idea how many nappies one toddler could go through in a day.

Have you or are you currently potty training your Younglings? What did you or do you find works or doesn't work? Would appreciate all your advice :-)

Take care
Kate
xx

*This post was sponsored*

Stardust - Designer Kid Alert

2011-02-25T17:00:00.000Z

Now I must confess that I am not a designer-holic for myself or my family, no matter how much I like to shop. In fact Doo has said that he has never looked so 'dressed down' in his life. Charming.

So you can imagine my reaction when I met a new friend through twitter @Stardustrascals and Geraldine kindly offered me a free sample of their products to review.

I was half tempted to choose a little something something for myself from the Stardust website as they have a beautiful selection of gifts for mums. A rarity if you ask me. We mums tend be forgotten as soon as our Younglings have entered and taken over our world.

Instead I sat Youngling on my knee and scrolled through the designs until he picked the above hoody by pointing and hooting at the screen. Well it is his birthday in two weeks so I should spoil him really ;-)

The Pixel Che Hoody is:

- Made in India by an ethical ETI Basecode compliant family factory.

- Made from premium 100% interlock cotton which is gentle and stretchy.
- The hoody has a contrast hood lining and cuff turn-up.
- The garment washes and wears beautifully and has been tested on our own kids!
- Hand printed in our London workshop with bold durable graphics.
- Machine wash up to 40°C, tumble dry on low.
Price: £20.00

Selection
Colour: / Size: Green, Purple, Black: 0 - 6 Mths 6 - 12 Mths 1 - 2 Yrs 2 - 3 Yrs 3 - 4 Yrs 5 - 6 Yrs 7 - 8 Yrs 9 - 10 Yrs

The item took a little longer than I expected to arrive but we have had a few problems with out post since the Christmas backlash so I wasnt in a hurry to complain, and afterall we were being sent an 'uber-cute' present which Gwenyth Paltrow adores.

Youngling was so excited to open the package which was securely sealed. He jumped up and down when we showed it to him and I couldnt help but feel the softness of the material on my cheek. It was like hugging a snuggle blacket from my childhood. Although the hoody felt thinner in material than I had anticipated I knew this would be good for Youngling, as he, like most toddlers, can get too hot too quickly after running around etc.

I want to thank Stardustkids.co.uk for their generosity and would recomend you pop along and see their choice of rags for your rascals ;-)

Take care
Kate
xx

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To shop or not to shop?

2011-02-23T10:09:00.000Z

My horoscope suggested I just bite the bullet and book a holiday this week, and I couldn't agree more. Youngling hasn't been feeling to well recently and you may remember me saying how he ended up being 5% dehydrated after having sickness and diarrhoea for almost five days. Having a poorly toddler who is also going through the terrible twos (albeit a tad early), and who can climb out of their cot making daddy Doo have to turn it into a toddler bed, can be stressful enough to make anyone want to book a holiday. He is fine and well again thankfully for he gave us yet another scare.

Now I have been known in the past to be a bit of a shopaholic, though not as bad as Sophie Kinsella may describe Rebecca Bloomwood in her shopaholic series of books, but I have been a spend thrift nonetheless.

However much I love the latest look or pair of heels, I now the importance and value of money having to provide for my own son and show my appreciation for the man I love whom supports me. I wish I had made more of an effort when I was younger to scrimp and save and then maybe now I would be able to go out and buy a new car like my lovely Sis-In-Law-To-Be. (it's such a sexy little number too)

I have been researching 0 interest credit cards so that Doo and I can go away on a hot holiday somewhere. Since we have been together we have only been away once and that was to Great Yarmouth. Not that there was anything wrong with going to Yarmouth, in fact that's how we became to have our little surprise in blue. It's winter here, dismal and cold. My bones ache and my soul is longing for that Mediterranean warmth to wash over my pale appearance.

I am off to the London Fashion Week show on Sunday, plus our anniversary is in April, so I have bought a few new outfits for the occasions. But what with worrying about my overdraft limit, and friends and family being ill, I want us to get away from the stress of nappies, bills and backfiring cars and relax. Just for a few days, the two or three of us. You never know if I got approved we could make the holiday more special than just a break away - dum dum dumdum. dum dum dumdum (that's the wedding march incase you didn't get it).

It may be wishful thinking but it's a nice dream all the same. Where would you go away if you could?
Take care
Kate
xx

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5 Things That Make You Feel Good

2011-02-19T12:20:00.004Z

Last night I was babysitting for my friends two daughters (I will blog about that later) and I was surfing my own and others blogs and the Twittersphere and totally feeling the love.

I was chatting away with some new friends @SuperAmazingMum @MeetJoSmith and @DominSFF which made a welcome change from talking to myself or a toddler who replies with 'Ga-ga got' and says his version of mummy is 'Baa bo'.

So there I was expressing my heartfelt appreciation to my new friends here and on Twitter for following me and supporting me when it was suggested that I link up with @SuperAmazingMum and @Scottish_Mum with their meme on 5 Things That Make You Feel Good.

So excluding ALL social media networking in accordance with the rules, though it does bring me great pleasure in my day-to-day life here is my list;

1) One of my favourite moments is when I am swimming underwater, which isn't very often nowadays. When my vision gets blurred, my hearing is muffled and my breath is almost taken away from me and in that moment I feel like I am flying. I feel like I am completely free from my body and mind, and my soul is suspended in space. Love it.

2) Another time I really enjoy is when I get all tingly and goose-bumpy when watching a really great show, live in particular but it could be on the TV. It's as though I am the only person watching and the performance is especially for me. I can feel my body moving in time with the performers as though I am there on the stage/set with them. No matter how traditional or abstract I love it.

3) This next one is a tad selfish and I don't wish it all the time but it is most definitely a private past-time I adore. Curling up on the sofa, in bed or on a sun lounger with a great book and absolutely no distractions. This is completely selfish and with family commitments I don't do this often but when I do oh it's like my little piece heaven, being transported to the world of which I am reading.

4) I feel completely relaxed and refreshed with a whole day of pampering. Time permitting I like to pamper myself from head to toe. I like to start with a bubble bath where I can soak for a while and then scrub away the dirt and dead cells. Its like a purge in a way by breathing new life and replenishing my body. After cleansing I love to lather myself in moisturiser to soften my skin. Whilst that's soaking in I then shape and paint my nails with a face mask drying. Total girly bliss I assure you and it always goes down nicely with a glass (or two) of wine.

5) Finally, and this is the only thing I could think of though it may make me sound egotistical, I like it when I feel and know I look good. Hear me out: When I perfectly match an outfit together to go with my hair do and make up that accentuates my best features it really boosts my confidence (which at the moment doesn't sound like a problem for me but in reality it really is). I like in when I stand out to be a little more sparkly than the person next to me (usually Doo to be fair). It's nice to feel special and to have a change from my usual jumpers and jeans.

So there you have it, that's my little list. What would be on yours? Do link up and leave your comments below.

Take care and make sure you feel good.
Kate
xx

Is changing growing?

2011-02-16T08:31:00.000Z

Changing is growing. You have to be open minded and introspective and be willing to change those things about you that make you a jerk. We all have them. Unless, of course, you like being alone. Some people do.
By Bill on Book review #2 of 11: Hector And The Secrets Of Love
I have to say that I totally agree Bill humour is definitely an integral ingredient in any relationship. As I replied to his comment, I also added that I think there has to be a limit to how much one person can change for another. I know that I have changed a lot about myself (for the better) to be with Doo. But sometimes I have to remind myself who I once was (the good parts not the bad). That's why I'm so passionate about my blog etc. Without that I would just be Kate Younglings mum and Doo's partner. Not Kate the creative ex Drama student who enjoys and thrives on writing and seeing the world in an artistic view point. Regardless if Doo doesn't think I'm any good or I am naive to dream.

That is who I am. I have had a life time of dreaming. It is in my blood. It is what gets my imagination going.
Surely I shouldn't have to diminish that part of my personality for someone else?

If so, when or where does it end? Doo likes me to wear a certain style of clothes (or grow my hair) as he feels they accentuate the features he likes best about me. More often than not I don't wear the short skirt and high heels (and scrape my hair up and out of my face) as I don't feel comfortable. Of course it's a different matter altogether when we are going out for the evening and I even shape and paint my nails.

I can't help but wonder, can't it go too far? Can't some people in a relationship feel that they have to change immensely to please their partner or even feel as though it is their duty to do / be how their partner prefers them to be? Even if this means getting up at 4am to make the partner lunch then preparing his or her breakfast before they've began to stir? Is it acceptable then to ditch your life long friends because your partner feels it's not fair that you see them one evening because he / she is too tired to go out which means you then can't go out?

What if it means you have to drastically change your physical appearance? Is surgery too far?

I imagine Bill didn't intend his comment to arouse such questions and I'm sure he meant relationships are all about give and take where both parties may have to amend their ways in order to cohabit etc. However I couldn't help but write these burning questions. Perhaps this is too personal a question for me having had friends who became a shadow of their former selves when trying to help their relationship 'grow'.

What do you think, is changing growing? Or is too much change detrimental to a relationship?

I'd love to know what you think, or even if you've been in a similar situation no matter how indirectly that may be or have been.

Take care and thanks for reading.
Kate
xx

Make it Mondays: a Valentines Day Special

2011-02-16T07:59:00.000Z

Good morning all. How is everyone this mid-week morning? I haven't blogged since last week as Doo and I were almost at each others throats what with one thing and another - mainly Youngling and his lack of sleep and our worrying over his head-banging-for-attention phase. It has been rather tough and those who follow on Twitter will have heard my frustrations at obscure hours so I wont drone on about it.

All seems to have simmered down, for the moment, as we went away to Doo's mother and step fathers bungalow for the weekend. We were joined by Doo's brother and fiance and had a really enjoyable weekend. Youngling still wasn't / isn't sleeping perfectly but we have decided to try a few new ideas just to keep the peace, all round. I have been trying to stop being such a drama queen, as Doo labelled me, and calm down more. So far my behaviours are having a positive effect on Youngling.

Though today is dull and grey I thought I'd share some love and tell you about our Valentines Day. It was a gloriously sunny day like a really fresh spring day here in Hertfordshire and I woke up with a spring in my step. I'm not usually a gushy kinda gal, but today I am excited as Youngling is old enough and now capable to help make things for our family day celebrating love.

For starters we got breakfast out of the way and then went to local shop to get some essential ingredients to bake our special surprise for Doo.

By the time we returned it was lunch time so I made Youngling heart shaped ham sandwiches, which he kept pointing at and saying "ahh".

Youngling decided he didn't like ham sarnies today so we shared a bowl of tomato and herb pasta and then I wrestled with him for over an hour to get him to have a nap. I felt like I could just drift off too, but despite popular belief I don't doze with Youngling very often, as much as I would like to. Makes me think that the Spanish have the right idea having a siesta every day.

When Sleeping beauty finally roused we got started on making our gifts for daddy Doo. We made a crayon coloured poster which we covered in black glittery paint and etched a message through the paint. Then we cut out heart shaped cards and got sticky with tissue paper, glitter and cotton wool which we then painted over with glittery red paint.

I say WE did these things but it was blatantly more me than Youngling. I think I am a bit of a stickler for neatness when it comes to special occasions like this. Generally I don't mind how much mess Youngling makes but I found myself wanting to make everything look perfect so it became a bit difficult.

Youngling soon picked up on this and became bored so I distracted him by beginning to bake our special surprise of heart shaped cookies for Doo. I had been planning this surprise in my head for weeks and had planned to run Doo a bubble bath with candles with a glass of wine and leave some cookies upstairs for him whilst I'd prepare the rest of his dinner. however time ran away with us and we only got round to making the cookies and the giant heart shaped biscuit. But I still ran him a candle light bubble bath.

(Got a bit icing happy as it started to run away from us)

Doo made dinner which we ate after 9pm as Youngling was playing up going to bed but it was lovely nonetheless. He really has become a dab hand at making spicy fajitas. You should try them. After a long day and a few glasses of wine I was exhausted so disappointed Doo when I told him to follow me upstairs where I promptly fell asleep.

I hope you had a great Valentines Day. Do you have a family traditions for the occasion? I'd love to hear all about them.

Until next time, take care

Kate

Book review #2of 11: Hector And The Secrets Of Love

2011-02-11T10:50:00.000Z

Hector And The Secrets Of Love by Fracois Lelord
Gallic Books January 2011
ISBN: 978-1-906040-338
Hectors Journeys

What is the secret formula for love?

Hector, our intrepid psychiatrist, sets off on a new globe-trotting mission – and this time he's looking for LOVE.

Immediately the reader is introduced to the Hector and his world as a psychiatrist and is instantly drawn to the humble hero. Hector is not ashamed to say that he finds most of his patients drivel boring and often falls asleep during his sessions. He believes that encouraging his patients, often telling them what they want to hear, helps them heal their woes.

But Hector too has woes of his own.

He is in love with Clara, who's connections at a large pharmaceutical company employ Hector for his latest mission. To track down and return a missing professor who has vital information for the company.

This is where Hectors journey takes him half way across the world. It is here in the East that he meets the beautiful Vayla and begins to question human desires and longing for love.

François Lelord work is poetic and charming infiltrated with dry wit and philosophical observations. This lures the reader to rouse questions of their own.

The digestible chapters which are clearly titled to direct the reader along with Hector's excursions and search for answers to some the greatest questions of all time. All about love and life's assertions of love.

Lorenza Garcia beautifully translated François Lelord's first book, the multi-million-selling Hector And The Search For Happiness, and once more she has successfully translated this his outstanding follow-up fable.

Hector And The Secrets Of Love couldn't have come at a better time for me personally and what with Valentines Day just around the corner. Love translates in every language. I would recommend it to anyone struggling for that perfect gift for their beloved.

Have you read either of François Lelord's books? Keep your eyes open for his third book Hector Finds Time which is coming soon.

What is your secret formula for long lasting love? Do share in the comments below.

Take care
Kate
xx

I need to be Goked

2011-02-11T10:40:00.000Z

My friend has invited me to go to London with her and her daughter to one of the London Fashion Week shows in mid February. I am so excited and I have also booked my ticket to the Marie Claire special reader event in March. Both for under £45 - bargain.

I am really looking forward to these events and have already started thinking about what to wear. I know there will be 100's of younger, thinner and prettier girls standing beside me in designer gear or even high street fashions that cost more than our rent and bills for one month combined. But I really want to look and feel my best. After the month we've had with youngling and bickering with Doo as a result I could do with some girlly fun time.

The Inspire & Mentor campaign 2011 with Marie Claire is my chance to have a look at How To Get Into Magazines. An opportunity I want to learn from and be inspired by. You never know I may make some fantastic contacts whilst there. It will be interesting to hear from these influential experts as to whether I have a shot at writing for a magazine like Marie Claire and also if I can take that shot without having a specific qualification.

(As you may know I am a Drama graduate whose passion lies within theory and playwriting. Having graduated my passion for writing has grown and so I became a long distance learner at The London School Of Journalism. My writing began to blossom with a list of interviews and articles longer than my arm. However when applying for junior reporter positions at local newspapers and magazines the answer was always that I needed a NCTJ qualification even just to get work experience. The cheapest way to do this is via long distance again but will be around £1000 including exams).

So having fallen in love with the Vera Wang dress from my 'Runaway' post I've raided my wardrobe and tried on many an item but nothing seems right. Don't get me wrong I don't want to look like I'm getting married at this event. Like I said earlier I just want to look fabulous and feel fantastic, just like that picture makes me flutter inside. Luckily I still have my vouchers from Christmas to go out and buy something new. But really I need Gok to come in and change my wardrobe and drawers for a staple mix-and-match base that I can jazz up with a few sparkles every now and then.

A new-ish friend on Twitter and in the blogosphere Catherine Warrilow from Babygenie had a sparkly new makeover in the Tesco magazine. She looked fabulous and her confidence has shone through. I think we all need a little boost every now and then as it clearly works.

Doo is always saying I should dress up more and that I have lovely legs so I should make the most of them by showing them off in little skirts and dresses. I don't know how many times Ive told him my legs have always been my worst feature. We all have one my legs are just mine, in my eyes anyway.

I would genuinely pay money to see Doo potter about the house and running after Youngling at a play centre in my high heels and a short skirt. Honestly the things he thinks of. Totally unpractical.

I have hit a few shops with my vouchers and found a fab pair of shoes and a gorgeous bag. Now I just need to find the rest otherwise it will be a 'nippy' affair, to say the least. And no I wouldn't be posting any pictures of that I can assure you.

I am keeping an eye on eBay items and will post a pic of the end results from my hunt. (Unless any magazines would like to give this tired and hagged looking 26 year old a makeover?).

What's your favourite wardrobe wear? If you had an unlimited amount of money what item(s) would you buy?

Take care
Kate
xx

Make It Monday's

2011-02-07T21:35:00.000Z

I really wanted to be a little more creative in 2011 and broaden mine and my little families horizons. So my latest idea is to help create order and structure in our home, something which Doo feels we (meaning me in particular) lack.

We both want to help improve Younglings speech as we feel he is starting to fall behind his peers, and we want to help express his creativity. Just like his mummy he can often be found dancing and drawing though I would rather he colour in a book rather than our hallway.

Usually nicknamed 'manic monday' (for obvious reasons) our Monday's are chaotically mundane in that we don't go to groups or have friends over it's just a 'let's see how messy we can make the living room' sort of day. We have fallen into a bit of a dull routine with this, even as I type Youngling is craving my attention by throwing his play kitchen utensils everywhere. The cat has once again retreated to the safety nest under our bed for fear of getting a fork shoved up her bottom. Yes this has already happened.

So now we have Make It Monday's where we explore a variety of activities to make Doo some fantastic creations to give him on his return home from work. Doo is very excited and is eager for us to start. But where to start, that's the problem.

I have a drawer full of old cake cases (you know the flowery paper ones for butterfly cakes) and glitter card etc. I have been chatting with Cathy from Nurture Store who has suggested a few links which I will be trying out and posting each Monday that we make them.

Today we made a landscape picture using a purple background, cake cases as flowers, paint, cotten wool and coloured paper. It was fun to start with and Youngling enjoyed the painting the most. However it soon turned sour as he just wanted tos crew everything up in a temper tantrum.

I have thought about making a reward chart to monitor Younglings behaviour and encourage him to sleep well and play nicely. I have seen a few free printable charts which I may use but I don't want to use Chocolate as a reward. Do you use a reward chart? What rewards do you use instead of food?

What do you make with your Younglings? Do you remember when you were a child what your favourite craft activity was?

It would be great if we could all share our ideas and encourage our children to make more. All ideas welcome.

Take care and happy making.
Kate
xx

'Runaway' - that's one way to get married

2011-02-05T11:37:00.000Z

Doo and Youngling were asked a very honourable question last week and I welled up with pride. Doo's brother and his fiance asked if Doo would be best man at their wedding in October and if Youngling would be page boy. I am so excited that both my boys have such prestigious parts in their big day.

This will be the second wedding we have planned for this year and it has raised many questions about my own future with Doo.

I would really like a simple church wedding to declare my love and commitment to Doo in the eyes of God and the congregation of family and friends. I would like this fairytale scene more than I care to admit, especially to Doo.

Spring '09 Tatiana Dove Draped Dutchess Gown
Satin with Tulle Skirt by Vera Wang

We have fallen into a bit of a rut with joking about our wedding and marriage plans when people ask we just laugh it off and say 'never going to happen' or the like. But I am starting to get worried. How long is it acceptable to be engaged for? And if I push to set a date and start saving for the 'big day' will I inevitably push Doo further away?

I read an article in Marie Claire by columnist Grace Dent about how the stresses and strains of planning a wedding, and not finding that 'perfect' dress, led to her sneaking off with her fiance to tie the knot. They then announced to their friends and family that 'we did it' via txt message.

This is quite possibly Doo's perfect wedding scenario, away from the crowds and the ringing of cash machines in his ears. But am I ready to elope to Gretna Green?

We have so many people to factor into our wedding that it would all become about them. Would so and so be able to make it since they are quite old and frail and we don't have a downstairs toilet at our house. Would such and such drag themselves out of their manic depression to see me marry my knight in shining blue? Will this and that one stop criticising everything from he size of my thighs to Doo's choice in career and let us declare our love for each other and our commitment to Youngling and marriage in front of God?

You see our dilemma?

Is it just about the three of us (and the cat of course). Or is it about including all of our family and friends and spending our money on making sure they have a good party?

What would you do?

Take care
Kate
xx

A talk with God or a little cup of tea

2011-02-04T21:33:00.000Z

A couple of Thursday's ago my Vicar and a reader, who has been a friend of my parents from the church since before I was born, came to my house for tea.

I had arranged for meeting after my curiosity about learning more about my faith came blurting out one Sunday. Although I felt a little embarrassed asking for more information on my Christian faith (I go to church and have been confirmed surely I should know and understand more than I do?) I did feel some comfort in speaking out.

As I have said many times before I often question things longer than someone else might do, and I often have more questions about life than a lot of my friends and family appear to.

For example how can I still be called a Christian when I have bad thoughts?

or

Will I ever be allowed into Heaven after some of the terrible things I may have done in my past?

I even find myself questioning God and his integrity. This is sinful I know but I find it difficult to understand how there can be so much anger, hurt and pain in the world when God, the all powerful, is meant to be pure and beautiful. My Vicar asked me what I thought God would say if I asked him this face to face. Barely hesitating I replied that God would probably say that in order to see and feel the good in the world you have to see and feel the bad. Then he went on to ask if I would be shocked if God simply replied "we all have to die, does it matter when?".

I couldn't stop thinking about this question and my reaction of being stunned yet accepting mixed together. It makes sense logically speaking. But it doesn't heal the pain spiritually speaking.

The conclusion of our meeting is that I have a healthy curiosity to explore and unlike many others I have taken the right steps forward in wanting to learn more by speaking out.

I have been given some 'homework' of reading a coursebook called The Emmaus Course, which will help support the foundations I have already learned and build new levels on which to thrive.

I don't propose to convert anyone to my religion nor do I wish to swayed otherwise (although being Church Of England Christians we adopt many different beliefs from all over the world). I just wanted to share this important part of my life with you and am open to discussions, though I most probably wont have all the answers.

Take care
Kate
xx

For your viewing pleasure...

2011-02-04T21:10:00.000Z

...congratulations to Leila for winning the complete set of DVD's from Jamie Oliver.

For the rest of you unfortunately I only had one copy going spare so you will have to buy The Sun Newspaper and redeem your tokens to collect the DVD's throughout the week. This offer starts as of tomorrow so don't miss out.

Thanks to everyone who entered on Twitter and here on 'Two men, a cat and me', including Jennifer a very down to earth friend who means a lot to me and Lisette a new talented friend whom I look forward to getting to know. Keep an eye open for future competitions coming up on 'Two men a cat and me'.

Take care
Kate
xx

Jamie At Home - um yes please!

2011-02-03T10:49:00.008Z

When I first heard of the Naked Chef - ooh about 11 years ago - I was instantly smitten. It was love at first site not only with Jamie - who couldn't fancy a bit of Oliver? But with the way he prepared and presented his food.

Since being with Doo I have come to love food and not shy away from getting my hands dirty. Although Doo would act all macho if you asked him, he wouldn't fully admit how many cookery programmes he watched. Jamie At Home was the one that he really started taking notes on and created his own version of 'the little black book'. Instead of girls phone numbers you will find recipes and Doo's variations scribbled inside.

Having recently been given a copy of the Jamie At Home DVD set Doo's eyes lit up and sat down with me to watch it, embarrassingly taking more of an interest than me. Well I do have a two year old and a cat distracting me, though I am trying to be a better cook and housewife, honest. It comes at such a good time for this DVD series to come out with its seasonal dishes to really warm the heart. Real winter warmers.

Close up of sleeve 3 of the 6 DVD covers

Jamie begins in his allotment with his friend Bill discussing the vegetables he will be using in his dishes. He doesn't over complicate his menus and knows the English market by talking in a no nonsense language which all everyone can relate to.

It is captivating how passionately he talks about the food and even the way he caresses it makes me re-asses the way I address cooking. Jamie inspires the viewer to try new dishes and experiment with new techniques. For me this would be to try cooking on a BBQ in the winter season and to try with foods I haven't familiarised myself with for example squid.

Doo thoroughly enjoyed the music and I have to agree, and that the illustrations were eye catching and memorable. I want Jamie to release a book based on the graphics and random scribbles as it looked fun and stood out more than your standard cook book.

Apologies for poor camera skills - I never said I was a photographer ;-)

The DVD's of the entire series are running as a promotion in The Sun newspaper from 5th February to the 11th February 2011. To receive a FREE copy of the DVD set all you need to do is collect a token in the paper (initially starting in the Buzz magazine) which will be instantly redeemable on the day of print and for the rest of the promotion.

However I am giving away a free series here at 'Two men, a cat and me'. All you have to do is leave a comment below stating "I fancy me a bit of Jamie" and the year and the name of Jamie's first TV series which sent him to stardom.

Youngling will pick a winner at random and will be announced on Friday 4th February 2011. For an additional chance to win tweet the competition statement and answer (copying me in @KateCollings) and mention on your facebook pages and blogs too. Why not you've nothing to lose ;-)

Good luck and take care
Kate
xx

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Secrets of a Cardiac Nurse - The Prescription Doctors Don't Give

2011-02-01T21:48:00.000Z

"Pinch punch first of the month and no returns" - White rabbits and all that. Did you say yours this morning, the 1st of February?

It is a new month and still the beginning of a new year. Last year I started to re-connect with my inner self and began to explore the spiritual side of life. Through Christianity and attending local mind, body and soul fairs. It was at one of these fairs that I first met Adam Shaw, an extremely calming yet happy man with the warmest smile I think I've ever seen.

"Secrets of a Cardiac Nurse - The Prescription Doctors Don't Give" is Adam's new E-Book which he has recently made some additions to including a new more suitable title.

I asked Adam if he could share some of his thoughts and experiences with me, which helped lead him to write this book. Here is my interview wit Adam, I hope you find it interesting and helpful. So read, enjoy and please leave your comments and questions at the end.

Hi Adam, could you tell us what 'Secrets of a Cardiac Nurse' is all about?
Secrets of a Cardiac Nurse is a primary health intervention for anyone who is worried about Coronary Heart Disease, especially anyone with early warning signs, such as high blood pressure. It helps people to reduce their risk of having a heart attack and feel better through a set of simple, yet powerful steps.

What exactly is Walk Innovation? How and where did it start?
Walk Innovation is the system that Secrets of a Cardiac Nurse is based on. I developed it as a coaching tool in 2007 whilst staying in the Greek island of Zakynthos. Later I created Secrets of a Cardiac Nurse, which can be done alone.

Have you had any formal psychiatric/medical training?
I have a degree in nursing, along with over 13 years of acute nursing experience, working in 3 different continents.

What qualifies you to write a book which may conflict with a therapists views and prescriptions?
I believe that any intervention that does not aim to empower the client is not a good one. I have studied health and wellbeing techniques, systems and philosophies for over 18 years, qualifying in many disciplines. I have seen people get fast results from conditions that others spend years in therapy for. Some therapy is good but I believe that dependence on it can be non-productive or, in some cases, debilitating. For many people a good friend network can be as good as any therapy.

What first inspired you to write this book?
I love writing and believe that I have a message that can benefit the world.

Interesting so why write an E-Book?
It is an easy first step. This way I can offer my product now and wait for a publisher to find me.

Who is this book and lifestyle targeted at?
People who are looking to reduce their risk of heart disease, feel better and save time.

Could Walk Innovation be confused with an exercise plan?
Walk Innovation is an exercise plan that works on the body and mind. Unlike many exercise plans, the mental processes are the key to optimising any physical movement. Many people dismiss their time walking as being a productive exercise, believing that they must break a sweat, attend a gym or play a sport to qualify as exercise. Walking may not even register on most people's exercise radar. Walk Innovation is not just about using all movement as exercise time, it is about BEING in the here and now.

Do you hold seminars? One-to-one sessions? Breaks away for readers and supporters of Walk Innovation?
Yes. I have ran individual coaching sessions, group sessions and residential retreats.

Why is now a good time for people to purchase your book?
Because it works, it could add years to their lives and it has a full 30 day money-back guarantee. A little effort now can save a lot of pain later. The earlier you start, the better outcomes this process can give you.

How can someone purchase this book and find out more about you and Walk Innovation?
The e-book and the audio downloads will be available next week on http://wellbeinginnovation.com/well-being-products/

More information about Walk Innovation, and a free e-course of the steps, can be found at http://www.walkinnovation.com/

Do you have anything further to add that may help or be of interest to my readers?
The concept of Walk Innovation and Secrets of a Cardiac Nurse is that they are an EXPERIENCE. Knowing it intellectually is the same as reading a book about driving and never getting into a car. Until you do it, you will never really know it.

Biography
After watching hundreds of people dying and being there for their final moments during my time as a nurse in the NHS, I have learned that the most important things in life are usually taken for granted, until they are gone. 18 years of extensive travel and study into wellbeing have led me to appreciate what I have. Having fun and looking on the brighter side of life have helped immeasurably. Now I aim to pass this on.

History and Testimonials

Links
http://wellbeinginnovation.com/
http://www.walkinnovation.com/

Thank you Kate for your interest in my work. If you have any further questions, feel free to ask.
Wishing you luck in all of your endeavours, Adam.

Many thanks to Adam for sharing his interest and innovation with us all.
If you have any questions for Adam please leave them in the comments below and I will forward them to him.

Take care
Kate
xx

Book Review #1 or 11: But Inside I'm Screaming

2011-01-29T23:19:00.001Z

But Inside I'm Screaming by ElizabethFlock
Mira - GB 2006
ISBN: 0-7783-0128-1
Available from Amazon

Isobel the protagonist of this story finds her world falling around her. Striving to impress her parents and everyone around her she works hard as a news reporter and correspondent. Isobel finally cracks live on television and unsettling scenes unravel just how serious her mental health concerns are.

Isobel's story takes the reader on a journey through breakdowns, acceptance and recovery. I found that Elizabeth Flock wrote aspects of this story extremely well and I was gripping the edge of my seat. Her descriptions of patients and their situations in and out of a psychiatric unit were at times raw and sad. Though one patient in particular I found somewhat irritating. I felt there could have been more interaction with the children of the story for while they were an insight into Isobel's past there could have been more focus on them not just towards the end. On the other hand the general story would have worked well without them being mentioned at all.

Isobel's story is written in the third person which was easy enough to follow until the narrative was interjected with Isobel's thoughts which were written in the first person and in italics. I generally tended to skim read or even skip these parts as I didn't find them an entirely integral part and to be distracting flitting between the descriptive segments written in the third person and flashbacks also in the third person.

Although the middle chapters were engaging and a faster pace than the beginning I wanted to know more. I felt Elizabeth played it safe with Isobel's reactions to her depression and focused more on the severity of the other patients at the psychiatric hospital. I see Elizabeths point of view that Isobel did not belong as an inpatient but it is human nature to act out in desperation no matter how innocent one may feel. The bluntness of the therapist who treats Isobel rattled me into wanting more of a reaction from her. I felt this was side-stepped a tad, but was more likely meant to be a tactic to induce the sense of her recovery.

The ending left me feeling deprived of something I'd been looking forward to - a conclusion, closure if you will. I would have liked to have read more about Isobel's struggles after the ending and how she tackles the day to day struggles that come with her illness.

Generally a good read and I would recommend it as 'light reading' though the content and subject may be too heavy for some.

Have you read it? If so what did you think?

If you are joining in with me and reading 11 books in 2011 what was your first book of 11? Please add your links to your reviews if you are writing them and let us all know what you have planned for book #2.

Take care, Enjoy the next read
Kate
xx

Book Bonanza

2011-01-27T20:06:00.000Z

I am very fortunate to have met some very talented and amazing people in my life. I hold many people close to my heart and class many people as my friends, no matter how new they are to me and my family.

Youngling and I were lucky to meet a heart warming friend who we call 'The Book Lady'. TBL as I will call her from now on recently lost her father after a terrible illness. I have been thinking about her lots and instead of keeping these thoughts silent I should voice my sadness to her for her loss.

TBL manages a book shop in our town and has popped along to Wiggle Tots sessions to sell a variety of books, posters and DVDs at 70% discount for all. TBL invited Doo and I to view her store room (it's not as rude as that may sound) and to pick out as many books as we can to fit into a bag for only £5! Well you know me and my books I was like a kid in a sweetshop. I found some great bargains and have found a few books to add to my list of 11 books to read in 2011. I will more likely be hitting 22 books this year for I have so many to read and write about.

I wonder though, when you read a book (and especially for those of you who write reviews about books) what do you find yourself questioning as you read them? Are you consciously asking yourself these questions during the reading process or do you find yourself asking only on reflection?

If you were to read a book review what questions would you want to know about the book?

I was talking to my Vicar the other day about all the questions I have swimming around in my heart and my head all the time. I mean constantly, 24/7. During our discussions I found that when one question might have been answered another one would arise. But more about that another day.

In the meantime what questions do you find yourself battling with everyday?

Take care and happy reading
Kate
xx

Eat me and spit me out

2011-01-24T13:38:00.000Z

Doo has just gone back to work after having his four day break and it may sound harsh but I think we are all glad of the fact.

We had quite a difficult weekend what with one thing and another and all three of us seemed to be getting on each others nerves quite a lot.

Youngling tended to look like this the entire time:

("Don't look at me I'm having a tantrum!")

So Doo found this annoying from the offset because he wanted a break after seven days of hard work. The on going argument in our home is, "but when do I get a break".

I had started to feel a bit of a cold coming on, courtesy from Mr. Sniffles pictured above. I was starting to feel at the end of my tether with trying to find a new hall for our Wiggle Tots session and mums car breaking down on the middle of the busiest roundabout in town (with me driving and Youngling in the back and our friends waiting at home with Doo having never met him before).

You can imagine my frustration when I try to make my breakfast, after running around fixing everyone elses, to find there was no bread left for me to have my favourite breakfast. Toast with Marmite. Yum. There is such an art at getting the toast, butter and Marmite balance just right. It has taken me years to perfect so I really look forward to my tea and toast in the morning.

Instead I decided to have a cup of tea and to write a little to pass the time that I would have spent eating my toast.

Saturday was a bit of a mixed day for we all woke quite early and walked across town to help a friend move into her new home. (I have decided to add this towards one of my '11 things to do in 2011' as she is a new friend and it was a bit difficult going to help but we wanted to extend our love and friendship nevertheless).

This new house was absolutely abysmal. I have never seen anything like it and I was astonished that the council involved could let it to her in such a state. Though I can see their argument would be that there is no structural damage or deem the house dangerous to live in I found it appalling. The walls and ceilings were covered in smokey nicotine stains (which has made me even more determined never to smoke again. Am down to one a day at the moment). When we were steaming the old wall paper from the walls the rooms filled with this yellow mist which made me feel so sick I had to spit. It was unlivable and I only wish we could have helped more but its difficult with Youngling in Tow.

At least we helped a bit and I hope in time we can help even more, maybe with babysitting or just having nights in etc. It's those little connections which make all the difference don't you think?

Today I really have that Monday morning feeling (even though I'm not heading into work). I feel like I've literally been chewed at spat out but that's due to the cold and the constant battle between being a parent and partner along with new business woman and student. Have you ever felt like that? A bit overwhelmed?

How was your weekend? I hope it was more eventful than ours.

Well I have lots lined up for this week including our new venue for Wiggle Tots tomorrow morning. Got lots to do so I'd better go and get some lunch now, since there wasn't any bread left, again!

Take care
Kate
xx

What a nice surprise...

2011-01-24T13:13:00.000Z

...it is lovely when the postman brings you something nice in the morning.

Well today I have been comforting Youngling who has been feeling really sorry for himself with his cold. He was very poorly this morning and has been dozing on and off ever since.

So when the postman rang the doorbell and gave him some new attention and me a parcel our faces lit up.

I had received this:

Courtesy from Pippa when she held a competition on her blog: A mothers ramblings
I never win anything so hardly enter competitions and considering my skin has been so bad lately I thought I should at least try, after all you have to be in it to win it! Or so I am told on a weekly basis when he buys our lottery tickets.

I am really looking forward to trying out this new Montagne Jeunesse all natural ingredients beauty products. Total girly bliss. I think I will save it for when Doo is on nights so I can curl up after a workout with a good dinner and dvd, then indulge with the facemasks and a book - ahh my idea of heaven.

What's your best beauty tip? Do you have a favourite product? And guys you can join in too, I know that I converted Doo into using some male beauty products, not that he'd be pleased I'm sharing that information with the world.

So thanks again Pippa, and to everyone for stopping by. I feel inspired to hold another competition of my own (any PR readers wanting to offer their products?).

Take care
Kate
xx

What a Wednesday!

2011-01-19T09:48:00.001Z

Doo left me covered in Calprofen and snot last night when he went to work his second night shift. Youngling has had a terrible cold for three days now and I think it may be time to call the doctor. He wouldn't eat any dinner yesterday as he was so congested so I should have known I was in for a rough night.

You may remember me talking about the other cat which has taken a fancy to our home and comes in spraying his manliness everywhere causing such a stink (literally). If you missed it catch up by reading my post here.

Are you back?

Good. Well we have taken to keeping our Princess PolPol inside of an evening and covering the cat flap so that the intruder can't get in. Monday night however I forgot to put the flap down and when Doo got home from work early Tuesday morning he was not best pleased. The house reeked of urine / spray. And to add insult to injury I had spent the entire afternoon of Sunday cleaning the house during my love affair of antibac cleaner.

So last night I got set to put the cat flap down when I saw the litter tray we had put outside was full of rain water, (I didnt know it had rained yesterday). And since it was after ten o'clock at night it was too late to change. So I put PolPol outside and said I'd be down in a few hours to get her.

So I hurried upstairs to see Youngling who was coughing and spluttering and getting irritated by his own restlessness. An hour later he was in bed with me trying to sleep sitting up right - clearer airway - and generally feeling sorry for himself. When he finally drifted off the creaking of our door opening stirred him. Either that or the fact I was squeezing him so tightly in fear. I didn't know who or what it was on the other side of the door as we were meant to be alone.

I huddled under the duvet with Youngling patting my head saying 'ahh, ma,ma (cough, splutter, humph)' when Princess PolPol leaped up onto the bed. Almost giving me a heart attack I slowly reached out to stroke her to feel if she was real or I was dreaming.

I have apparently gone stir-crazy-mad as I know for a fact I put her outside only an hour or so beforehand. I even called Doo to double check that I had told him I had put her outside, which he confirmed I did.

So I'm a little spooked to say the least. Especially since Doo is working nights again tonight.

But how do you explain that? Seriously someone please explain how the impossible was made possible last night? Ive checked the doors and everything is still locked! Hmm, something spooky is going here and I'm not sure I like it very much.

Here's a picture of Youngling this morning looking a little under the weather but still a cutie (notice how he feels well enough to snatch my glasses and try them on!).

(He doesnt usually look so chubby.
But my goodness does this pic make me laugh)

Take care
Kate
xx

Days gone by

2011-01-18T20:12:00.000Z

Today was a sad day for we went to the funeral of a dear family friend whom I called my Uncle. My mum had been extremely close to his wife having lived only a stones throw away from each other for over twenty years. Mum's best friend, whom I called my aunt, sadly passed away from Cancer a few years ago. My mother has been rather spooked, not to mention devastated, by these passings for their third best friend only passed on last year. Now my mum worries 'who's next?'. Upsetting, I know. But with mum being in her early 60's and me in my late 20's it's got us both thinking and reflecting of our days gone by. Hence the title.

The memorial, which was held at my local parish Church, was beautifully orchestrated and greatly received. There were hundreds of friends and family who gathered to remember the good times, the bad times and the person who had touched so many of us so deeply.

After the release of some pearly white balloons with private prayers and messages were sent up to the skies, we grouped to talk about our fondest memories. My mother helped prepare a beautiful spread for everyone to enjoy. I felt it only fair that I help clear cups and saucers whilst polishing off a few nibbles here and there. I was amazed to see almost all the neighbours from my mum and dads close (the street where I grew up). It was like a mini reunion. If only it could be under kinder circumstances.

I started reminiscing and thinking about things I wish I'd never done when I was younger or things I'd wished I had done when I was younger. I began to well up thinking how precious life really is and that is more relevant to me since having Youngling and settled down with Doo. It makes me question the little stresses we go through and weigh up their importance against one another. I wonder about the future and where the paths we are on may lead us and it hits me like a ton of bricks...

...I cannot change the past I can but learn from my experiences, and my mistakes.

I cannot predict the future yet I can but try to make it better for myself, my family and my friends.

I cannot prevent death but I can offer comfort and prayer to those who have lost or a fighting for survival.

I want to live in the here and now with those closest to me and endeavour to make every moment count whether that be by a simple walk into town with Doo and Youngling or sky diving in an attempt to seize the moment! What would your choice of seizing moments be?

I wonder though, if you could change a moment in your life what would that moment be and what would you replace it with?

Please take care
Kate
xx

So far so good :-)

2011-01-17T19:09:00.000Z

For the past week or so I have been busy living life but tonight I have found the time to blog about it.

As some of you know I run a little group called 'Wiggle Tots' and here in Hertfordshire it has really taken off. I am now running two sessions and although we've had our ups and downs we now have over 95 members. Give or take around 50-60 of those are regulars which is a fabulous turn out for a new group. However I have had to stop our Tuesday mornings due to needing a bigger and better space for the children. It has been a very tough week (as it always is in January) with places being fully booked until mid-march. But have no fear I will not let my tots down and am on a mission to find the perfect place.

Onto my little list of '11 things for 2011'. So far so good. Have cut down to 2 cigarettes so far almost there and we are only in January. Yes I admit to having a few more on only 2 occasions where I have been a little wrought but Ive not had more than 5. Ive also been exercising and cutting down on my portion sizes. Now I just need to make healthier food choices and make sure I do a little more exercise. Ive even been wearing my MBT shoes almost everyday so have found my posture improving which should help my overall appearance. My shorthand book arrived and will start practising that as soon as possible. I need to finish 3 more assignments for The London School Of Journalism then I can really start focusing on saving to apply for my NCT Diploma - which once I've completed it will have a recognised qualification!

Doo and I have really been trying to improve Younglings speech as we feel he may be a little behind for his age. He will be 2 in March and his name is already down on the waiting list for pre-school. So exciting. He is growing up so quickly. He had his very first sleep over last Wednesday with a lovely little girl - friend he met at Wiggle Tots. They have become inseparable and we think very fondly of her mum too.

Ooh and before I forget I have already read 2 books but I think I will only blog about one for now so that will be coming in the next week or so. It is called 'But Inside I'm Screaming' by Elizabeth Flock. I have already got my second book (which is really my third - if you catch my drift) lined up to read and blog about.

Overall a pretty good start to 2011 albeit with a few hiccups along the way like the venue fiasco for Wiggle Tots and the sadness that comes from a loved one passing (of which the funeral is tomorrow).

So how was your week? Have you been sticking to your resolutions? Would love to hear all about it so do let me know.

Take care
Kate
xx

Featurette

2011-01-14T09:01:00.000Z

It's been a busy few days with Youngling having his first sleep-over party and Doo being off work so I apologise for not being around much.

I woke up this morning to an email reminder that in fact I am getting around a bit (ooh er). Kate over at Mommy Monologues interviewed me a while ago to be a featurette on her blog. I had completely forgotten what with one thing and another so this was such a lovely surprise and Ive been smiling ever since I opened my email account.

Kate's blog about life as a domesticated diva is a very well written and fun account of her life as a stay at home mum (SAHM). Having only started her blog in March 2010 Kate has made over 300 friends which is a true testament to her kind personality. As well as motherhood and blogging Kate also designs blog templates so do get in touch for more info.

Thanks for the featurette Kate I look forward to tweeting and blogging more with you in the future and meeting some of your friends.

If anyone would like to be featured here at Two men a cat and me then do get in touch with me and I will arrange it. Or likewise if you would like to feature me at yours then do not hesitate to ask.

Look forward to hearing from you all.
Take care
Kate
xx

The final 11

2011-01-07T10:47:00.002Z

The list is here!

I did it. Finally I have chosen my list of 11 tasks to complete in 2011. Thanks to the help of some fabulous followers of: Two men, a cat and me, we have come up with a decent but doable list.

So without further ado I reveal it to you all:

1.Read at least 11 books (including Jane Austen and more classics) and blog at least 11 reviews.
2.Drop a dress size, from a 10-12 down to an 8-10, which means around 11-14lbs.
3.Quit smoking once and for all.
4. Learn a new skill - Shorthand +improve on grammar-save to do NCTJ Diploma Course in Journalism (courtesy of a 20 Something Mum ).
5. Get a job / bring home an income.
6. Meet 11 new people through 11 acts of kindness (courtesy of Unknown Mami).
7. Get in touch with 11 old friends and rekindle the friendship with visits and phone calls.
8. Potty train Youngling and send him to Pre-school.
9. Submit 11 poems into poetry competitions.
10. Finish Novel and play.
11. Go on 11 new dates with Doo and do 11 family days out.

Of course all of the above will be blogged about to keep you up to date. Along with more interviews and reviews and so on. Some the list may not sound so interesting to others and you may prefer to read about me dancing in the rain naked for 11 minutes, well actually no one would want to see or read about that. But to me and my family they are all very important and anything else that we achieve throughout the year will be an added bonus. No matter how small a task.

I have already started working out in the mornings and am already down to two to three cigarettes a day. So I think that deserve a small applause please? :-) Anyway I can only aim to improve with every endeavour and share these experiences with you my dear friends.

Did you keep any of last years resolutions? Have you completed you list for this year?

Take care
Kate
xx

Reflections on a year thats passed - 2010

2011-01-07T10:20:00.000Z

I have chosen my final 11 resolutions to improve myself throughout 2011.

But first I would like to take a moment to reflect on last year. I wont bore with a long and detailed meme of 2010 but I thought I would share a few important times with you.

1.What did I do in 2010 which I hadn't done before?
I created my own tots business which is still going strong with 95 members on the books and around 40 regulars out of that. I also built contacts with some PR companies who sponsored a few articles which was desperately needed financially and as a confidence boost also.

2. Did anyone close to me give birth or die?
Yes on both accounts. Sadly an unrelated uncle passed away just after Christmas but I know that he will be reunited with his wife, my unrelated auntie, in Heaven. But one of my bestest friends gave birth to a beautiful baby boy and several people I know fell pregnant too.

3. What were my favourite and worst events of 2010?
Younglings 1st birthday was such a treat. The year had gone so quickly and we all thoroughly enjoyed dressing up as pirates. My brothers 40th birthday was pretty amazing - from what I can remember. It was great to get several generations of family reunited for the weekend. Dressing up in 70's outfits for Sis-In-Law-To-Be's parents wedding anniversary was so much fun. I laughed lots. Just to name a few :-)
Worst events were finding out that family members and friends were not well - physical and mental illness. It pretty much broke my heart.

4. What I wish I'd done more and less of throughout 2010?
I wish I had moaned less, and been more physically active and energetic. That way I could have watched less TV with Youngling and taken part in more activities with him. I wish I didn't let people ludicrous opinions effect me so personally when often they are quite indirect. I'm such a sensitive soul.

5. What was my favourite book, film, food, song, TV programme?
Favourite food was Doo's new concoction of a Thai style noodle stir fry. Yummy. Hmm favourite film. That's a toughie. Nothing really stood out for me last year but I did enjoy watching 'The Notebook' which I hadn't seen before.My favourite book has to be 'Twenties Girl' by Sophie Kinsella read in two days. Fabulously entertaining. So fun. The song of 2010 has to be 'King and Queens' by 30 Seconds To Mars - oh my goodness Jarred Letto (lead singer) is so my fantasy man. Don't worry Doo knows about it! We both really enjoyed watching 'Holby City' on BBC1 last year. In fact ever since we found out we were pregnant. But I really started to get into period drama and more documentaries etc. Let's not forget how much I raved about 'DOG The Bounty Hunter' too.

Well that was just a little insight to my year. I could seriously go on forever but the time has passed and now its time to look forward and prepare to complete my little list. I feel confident already and have started to show progress. So now with the right support and drive I know I can achieve everything on my list (which I will post next) and the world will be my oyster.

How was your year? Ask yourself those five questions and see what answers you come up with. Sometimes its hard to think so far back but its surprisingly refreshing when you do :-)

Take care
Kate
xx

The Body Blaster with Beverly Callard

2011-01-05T09:32:00.000Z

When I switched on this DVD I was greeted with a big smile from Beverly Callard (aka Liz McDonald from Corrie). The Leeds born lass has been an aerobics instructor for twenty years and has numerous books and exercise videos to her name, all choreographed and designed by her. You can have a little look on Youtube.

Body Boot Camp is set in a nice big space that has a simple design of camouflage netting in the background. Beverly stands up front with four to six ‘real women’ ranging from twenty years up to fifty+ behind her in a v-shape.

Now since I gave birth to my son almost two years ago I know it is now time to get rid of the excess baby weight I am carrying, especially after a little over indulgence this Christmas.

Beverly explains that to get the best results from this workout you should aim to do it at least three times a week, over a twelve week period to see the best results.

The warm up opened with a relaxed and comfortable approach with sing-a-long music from old to new. The exercises were easy to follow with simple steps and knee bends to over-head reaches. For the more experienced workout DVD watcher (or in my case as an ex-dancer) the moves were adaptable to push that little bit further. Though I felt Beverly lacked that in depth description and initial motivation that I am used to. For example I feel a lot more emphasis of keeping your knees over your toes in a plies or squat position, but without exaggerating the movement, is essential in preventing injury. I speak from experience of dislocating my knee six times – the hazards of over seventeen years of dance and gymnastics.

The next section named Fat Attack eased into cardio by moving gently incorporating lower and upper body movements in sync. Such as jogging, plies with a leg extension stretch and punching arms in opposite directions. This section gradually increases in intensity by bouncing and hopping on one foot whilst kicking the other leg in extension forwards. All the time alternating strong-arm positions. This definitely gets your heart rate up. I really began to feel the burn during the second part of this section with a series of squats and plies variations divided by walking grapevines.

The Hardcore Bootcamp had an even more catchy soundtrack including The Sugar Babes, Prince, Diana Ross, to name but a few. More squats followed, with some better descriptions of the movements and breaking down of the sequences, which were easier to follow. My partner, Doo, who is a fitness fanatic said there were parts where some of the demonstrators weren’t holding their weights correctly and safely, which again could result injury, but this just means you really have to follow Beverly and be strict enough to correct your own alignment. Beverly’s friendly and welcoming demeanour really encouraged me to keep going throughout.

My favourite part of working out is what Beverly calls the ‘pouchy part’ or the lower part of your tummy to you and I. So onto the floor I crumpled in a bit of a sweat, welcoming the little rest before targeting my problem area. I found the use of weights in this section really invigorating, as I had never used them in this part of a workout before. Beverly makes every move look so graceful and easy to achieve it really encouraged me to use the weights again for other moves.

The last two sections Total Body Drill and Full Body Blitz were filled with Beverly’s no-nonsense descriptions which is quite welcoming. In other workout DVD’s I have tried the instructors can sometimes overload you with anatomy terminology which can sound a tad patronizing. But Beverly is such a natural it is like working out with a friend. The use of a chair is another welcoming change making me feel comfortable and confident to complete the DVD if I start to wobble a little.

Before I know it I’m listening to Unchained Melody doing relaxing extending stretches in the At Ease Cool Down. After which followed a fabulous and bright congratulatory ‘well done’ from Beverly.

This DVD is definitely suitable for all ages and all fitness levels and is thoroughly enjoyable and encouraging to do. The Bonus Material introduces the viewer to the ‘real women’ who took part in this project, some of whom feature throughout the workouts. It is so refreshing to see ‘real women’ seeing results. This makes me think that Yes I can do it too.

Overall I would give The Body Blaster with Beverly Callard a three and a half star rating out of five. I haven’t given a four or five simply because of my previous experience but believe me when I say if you want to beat the bulge you can with Beverly. You can purchase this New DVD for a new you from Amazon. Beverly also has her own Facebook Page too.

Enjoy and Happy New Year.

Take care
Kate
xx

*This post was sponsored*

Tie One On - Stripped Bare (an interview)

2011-01-03T19:43:00.002Z

I was flustering to get ready for my informal interview with Alan Sefton of Tie One On, an “up your arse rock ‘n’ roll” band from Hertfordshire and Bedfordshire.

I am not the rockiest of chicks to say the least so I aimed my approach at getting to know the man behind the music. In this case it was the man behind the drums, Alan.

Here’s a little insight to what it takes to be a 50 something muso and modern man.

Alan on drums

Alan Sefton is a 50 something full time dad, originally from Rotherhithe in London. Alan, a family man, sometimes finds it a struggle to juggle parenting and drumming. As a father of four Alan can often be found taking his youngest daughter to mums and baby groups during the day then drumming and earning throughout the night.

Music was always in his family although he says he was never pushed into pursuing it as a career. His brother Colin, who has three years on Alan, is also apart of Tie One On. Though Alan didn’t see his brother for almost thirteen years after playing in the Jimmy Cooper band on the London circuit, they reformed back in November ’09 and haven’t looked back since. After only one rehearsal they found they had more energy and more pizaz than ever before. Their music had exploded.

Playing covers of golden oldies rock ‘n’ roll blues Tie One On, which is an old bluesy drinking term for ‘come on lets go out’, make the songs sound their own. Completely different to the original.

At the end of 2010 a CD recorded by Roger Banks of a live set at a festival in Stotfold was being stripped ready for release at up and coming gigs. Currently looking for management the Sefton brothers and the rest of the band (Leo Tirelli, Ronny Cowie and sessions man Rob Butterfield) used to play pub gigs for nothing but making a name for themselves on what is known as The Hells Angels Circuit. “They’re starting to chose us”, Alan says, “It’s nice to be asked back again and again you know”.

Tie One On - The Band.

As a mother I know how hard it can be to have a life outside of nappies and tantrums. I asked Alan how, at his age, he expects to support his family without a regular income to foot the bills. “As long as ive got money to pay for kids and roof over head then alls ok”, he says, “we’re single minded to the band. I’m a bit of a rebel; always have been, always will be”. He goes on to tell me that he will ‘go and earn it’ somewhere else if its needed. For example he used to work at a print job then he started to teach the drums behind the scenes, even though being completely self taught he doesn’t agree with teachings. He says that lessons to him were ‘soulless’. Starting at the age of five Alan took the perches out of the budgies cage to practise with until they broke.

I go on to ask how himself and the rest of the band detatch themselves from their personal lives. “Emotional ties and distractions never effect my playing”, my sounds sincere when replying, “it’s like im two separate persons. Alan the drummer. Alan the dad. It’s like I put on a costume and entertain the crowds. The rest is still in there but I leave it all behind”. He continues “we’ve all got nicknames the band and me. Colin is Southside, Leo is Legs-Tirelli, Ronny is Rocket Ronny and I’m…well that’d be telling”. I giggle, slightly embarrassed and ask him to tell me his pet name, “Well ok I’m Mojo Mr. Magoo”, he continued. “Colin in like the front man of the band. You have to be disciplined’.

Tie One On have a gig page which includes blog links, gig details and you-tube videos. Alan Sefton also has a facebook page and welcomes new friends.

Alan Sefton

I hope you've enjoyed reading about this fabulous band and can make it to one of their gigs sometime.

Until then, keep on rocking.
And do take care.
Kate
xx

Happy New Year 2011

2011-01-03T10:27:00.000Z

Hello, and good morning to you all. How are we all feeling this marvelous Monday bank holiday? I think I have finally recovered from our Christmas and New Years Eve celebrations, which were all fab by the way.

My Sis-In-Law-To-Be and Doo's brother aka Uncle Boobie came to stay the night for NYE as we didn't want to take Youngling out so late. The boys mum and step father were due to join us but one had to work and the other felt unwell so had to cancel at the last minute. There was a possibility that our neighbours with their two boys may pop in and Doo's friends and their two girls may pop round too. But alas it was just the four of us and Youngling asleep in bed.

Doo had been looking forward to NYE for a while as he was actually off from work (shock-horror). We had stocked the fridge and freezer with food and drink for the occasion and I had even baked a cake.

Victoria Sponge with Jam and Butter Icing and a few extra flavours and ingredients!

We had spent all day cleaning as Youngling had stayed with his Nanna Barbar the night before. Just before SILTB and Uncle Boobie arrived we lay the table with a basic spread (which I would add to and top up throughout the evening) I then darted upstairs to get ready. I was still in my joggers and hadn't styled my hair or makeup at all that day. Well I got ready in the quickest time to date. 17 mins! Washed, changed, two outfit malfunctions, makeup and hair all completed with jewelery to match in only 17 mins! If only I was that efficient everyday.

Even Youngling had his England plate and juice on the table!

After Youngling went to bed, nearly two hours later than usual, we played some fabulous and fun games. It was a very merry evening with cocktails flowing left, right and centre. But most of all it was filled with love and laughter.

I wish I could say I felt the same the next day.

As I was playing responsible host I stayed up later than planned to wash up and tidy so we wouldn't be faced with it the next morning. So at three am I ventured to bed to find Doo struggling to get changed. I had to read a little to unwind and relax before drifting off to sleep. Only to be woken by Youngling three hours later. So on New Years Day I was absolutely knackered. But we all recovered by going out for lunch to a nice carvery which was lovely and great value for money.

I hope you enjoyed your celebrations? What did you get up to?

I will be completing my list of 11 things to do in 2011 by the end of this week. If you have any other suggestions to add to the list then please leave your comments below and I will be sure to credit you with a mention if they make it onto the final list.

Take care and once again, Happy New Year.
Kate
xx

List of 11 for 2011

2010-12-31T17:07:00.000Z

Yes it's that time of year again where I get all sentimental and mushy and pour my hearts desires out to you all. It is the time of year where I reflect on the past and open myself to new opportunities. Where I write new lists of tasks to complete throughout the year.

But in all honesty right now all I want to do is focus on friends and family, so I will ~~bore~~ entertain you with the rest of that early in the New Year. Along with reviews and interviews and the general day-to-day drivel that is my life.

Now back to these lists that I write. Generally they aren't your bog standard resolutions such as, eat healthy, quit smoking once and for all, or do 100 situps everyday. Oh no. These lists are more thoughtful than that my friends. These lists mean something more than making a slurred promise to your friends and family on December 30th. Although a couple of those will have to be on my list for the sake of my own and my families health and well being.

But I want to ask you for your input too, as I already feel you have been such a big part of my life in 2010 I want that to continue into 2011 and beyond.

So here's my plan. I want to make a list of 11 things to do in 2011.

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What do you think would warrant being on that list? I have thought of a few things like: reading at least 11 books, dropping the 11lb of baby weight I didn't lose in 2010, and quitting smoking once and for all.

But I would like to hear from you. What can I help to do to make this world a better place? What is a special promise for you and yours to keep? Leave your comments and ideas below and I will try to credit you by putting them on the list.
Do you like to make New Years Resolutions? What is on your personal list for 2011?

I hope you all have some fabulous celebrations, I can't wait to hear/read all about them.

Happy New Year

Take Care and here's to a prosperous and healthy 2011 #raising-glass-in-celebration
Kate
xx

Please don't hate me...

2010-12-29T09:10:00.000Z

I have the Christmas come down!

After such a fabulous, yet tiring, long weekend with all the visiting of family and friends and eating copious amounts of food it has finally got to me. I have a little cold and teamed with tiredness and an over active toddler I can honestly say I've felt better.

It's as though I haven't been able to control my temper the yesterday and this morning. Though this morning I am keeping myself in check a bit better (I hope). It's ridiculous. Yesterday I couldn't even go to the toilet by myself without Youngling clambering up the stairs, barging in halfway through relieving myself and pulling all the toilet paper off the roll and shoving it between my legs.

Needless to say this grew very old very quickly. To make matters worse I felt as though I had a water/bladder infection yesterday for as soon as I sat down I had to get up and go back to the loo again.

Because Doo is working nights at the moment I have to try extra hard and keep Youngling quiet or at least as quiet as I can do. Of course all of his new Christmas presents are as loud as a war zone.

But this doesn't excuse my bad behaviour of shouting at Youngling. I feel so guilty and I don't want him to hate me. I don't want Doo to hate me for shouting at his son but yesterday I almost felt as if I couldn't control it. By it I mean the anger/frustration.

I could understand if the telling off were informative and educational, like using the naughty step. But I really was snapping at the littlest of things. It is up to me as a mother and essentially a role model to guide and teach our son. I had even started talking much more clearly and literally to help him start forming his vocabulary. That was until yesterday when the please and thank you's were swapped for some less than desirable words in the form of curse words. Terrible I know. Am hanging my head in shame as I write.

Of course yesterday was just a bad day and as I said today Youngling and I are doing much better (so far! He keeps making me an egg, mushroom, green pepper and pineapple stew with a spoon and two knives - on his new toy kitchen set). I can't help but wonder why I seem to struggle some days when other mothers have two, three or even four children and they cope tremendously. I even cancelled going to see my in-laws as I felt so rotten (physically and emotionally). The whole ordeal felt very draining. I kept saying to Doo 'I just need a break'. Literally three to four hours away from Youngling to compose myself. I would love to be able to have the time and freedom to escape to library and write or read. Or even better to somewhere like my Great Aunt and Uncles large bungalow in the heart of the countryside near Cambridge. But when I hear it back it sounds so selfish and awful.

Youngling in his Christmas dressing gown.

So how, as parents, guardians or the like, are we to keep calm and composed when we ourselves may be under the weather, exhausted and drained? How do we switch of the thoughts of what we need to do in the new year (not the party! Actually looking into nurseries, jobs, cars, sorting more toys for charity, whether to continue with tots group or not, how to find money to pay for course etc etc) and focus on having fun with Youngling without letting the TV babysit? Generally how can we (ok I mean I) be better parents?

Apart from writing a couple of blog posts and replies today I am trying to make up for being horrible yesterday and spend more time playing with Youngling today. As I said he is exploring his culinary skills and making me a variety of foods from his new kitchen. My friend is popping round with her two girls this afternoon depending on what time Doo wakes up.

Youngling and his kitchen.

One thing that Youngling has been doing recently (in between the terrible two tantrums and screaming) is humming the same little tune over and over. It's adorable. I wonder how he came up with it? Perhaps he heard it and is copying it? He is always going round tickling everyone trying to imitate saying "tickle tickle tickle" as his dad and I do to him.

I feel a bit better for letting all that out but would love to hear any ideas on how to not to be such a monster.

Take care
Kate
xx

The best Christmas EVER!

2010-12-26T10:32:00.000Z

HAPPY CHRISTMAS!

I hope you all enjoyed your days? I am just flexing my fingers whilst I wait for my mum to take Youngling and I to London to see some relatives and eat, drink, and generally be merry.

Yesterday, Christmas Day, was by far one of the best Christmas' I've ever had.

Doo got up for work at the usual time around 5am and Youngling didn't stir until 7ish. I went into the nursery and changed him then brought him back into bed with me for a Christmas morning cuddle.

Whilst watching TV snuggled under the duvet I heard a jingling from one of Younglings bell rattles. I put it down to being on the TV then I heard it getting louder and louder. I thought I was imagining things. Then I realised someone was coming up our stairs shaking the bells.

SANTA!

Santa was really here. It had to be him. So I rushed Youngling out of bed to the top of the stairs and to my utter surprise and happiness Doo was standing there dressed up as Santa with his presents in a sack over his shoulder.

Well I couldn't contain my delight and the tears of happiness rolled down my cheeks as Youngling jumped for joy to see his daddy on Christmas morning. Things couldn't get any better.

But they did.

We made our way downstairs for mummy to have a Bucks Fizz breakfast and to open some presents. Well the mess we made was a joke. There was paper flying everywhere and chocolate being opened left, right and centre. Youngling began to look rather overwhelmed by the amount of toys, paper and food, so we took him upstairs for a bath. One of his favourite past times. Then we returned to open some more presents.

I got some lovely items from everyone and am truly grateful for them all. Doo was pleasantly surprised by all of his presents too and they made him smile. Youngling was utterly spoilt and we thank everyone and god for blessing us with the care and love everyone has bestowed upon him.

Mid morning we made our way to my brothers house and over indulged in the most delicious Christmas dinner I've ever had. Seriously I ate so many olives for starters. I piled my plate high with swede and mash potato, brussels and bacon, pigs in blankets. Y-U-M-M-Y

Youngling fell asleep at the table after only a few mouthfuls of food. Too much chocolate first thing in the morning methinks.

Desert was fabulous with a choice of three or four puddings to suit all pallets. Doo loved it. He sat there having one of each and drinking a beer whilst my mum, sister-in-law and I sipped champagne. Lush. We then retired our full bodies to the living room to open some more presents and boy has everyone gone mad this year. We said all along not to go too mad and if they must get a present just get something for Youngling and not to worry about Doo or I. But we were spoilt too.

When we got home later in the evening we put Youngling to bed who fell asleep before his head hit the pillow. Then Doo surprised me with some more champagne and some nibbles to cosy up on the sofa to end a perfect Christmas. But it didn't end there. Doo took me upstairs to show me some private presents he had bought, I mean Santa had bought, and our night continued into the early hours of this morning.

Perfect bliss.

It was by far one of the most relaxing, enjoyable, festively spirited Christmas' ever. I mean it. I am so thankful and lucky to have such a wonderful and thoughtful fiance who quite literally takes my breath away. And to have a family who kept the secret from me for the last few weeks of his planning this little surprise for us.
I hope you had as magical a time as we did? After all we are all magical and special in our own little way.

Well Doo is back at work today so I had better get Youngling and I ready to go to London to see my family.
Happy Boxing Day everyone and I hope you all had a very Merry Christmas 2010.

Lots of love
Kate
xx

Snow, silliness and a Christmas message for all

2010-12-26T10:05:00.000Z

Hello everyone I hope you are all wrapped up warm with the fire crackling away and drinking hot chocolate with marshmallows as you read this? No? Me neither. But it's a nice fantasy nonetheless.

I have been smiling so much this past week as here in Hertfordshire we finally saw some snow. It came a little earlier than planned and I wasn't quite prepared with Ski trousers and a sledge for Youngling. But never fear we have had fun using our creativeness indoors. And the odd snowball fight outside.

I do feel bad at how I wished everyone would stop moaning about the amount of snow and our countries inept ability to cope with it. I know it can be frustrating for those stuck in the highlands and dangerous for those on the roads but it really isn't the end of the world. At least it isn't for us. And it looks so pretty.

View from our back doorstep.

Santa's footprints?

Even PolPol the pussycat has found the fun in chasing the falling snow from the trees. We do laugh when she runs back into the house with wet paws and skids across the living room floor.

Another year is almost over and I have already begun thinking about New Year's resolutions and lists to complete. Have you thought of yours?

One of my main aims for 2011 is to sort out my career. I need to break into the media industry someway, somehow. Whether it be by interning at a publishing house for a few years first then following my longing to be a journalist and write feature articles (human interest mainly) in magazines and newspapers. As long as my mind is stimulated and the pay is good (enough to cover £56 per day child care, travel and to cover the weekly shop) then I wont be complaining. I don't ask for much huh?

I know I have to start taking my writing more seriously. I need to pay more attention, as it has been brought to my attention - again. I have had all my spelling and grammatical mistakes throughout my blog pointed out to me. Whilst I fully appreciate everyones help and understanding that I am always looking to improve myself and my blog, I felt a little stung that yet again I'm not improving. I don't know why I'm not improving. I blame it on baby brain. Seriously. You try two years at home not expanding your mind or knowledge. The only thing being tested is your patience. So what is my excuse?

I know I'm not perfect and that I asked for the help but I feel like a failure. I feel like if I can't be good at this, writing, my passion, then what on earth do I have?

I am stronger than that and I know that I WILL go far with my career. I have already started to be asked to write reviews for different companies. Although Doo complained that I haven't been paid for many posts yet I know it is a step up on the ladder to success. So I must keep going. 2011 will be my year folks. It has to be.

So with that fiery spirit in mind I hope you have had a fabulous Christmas if I don't speak to you before and make sure you drive safely, keep warm and have a jolly good knees up for New Year. I hope to see you back on here soon after with as much fiery in your belly as I have for a very Happy New Year.

Let's make 2011 the year of all years :-)
Merry Christmas and Happy New Year

Lots of Love
Kate
xx

Mirrorin Rocket Mirror

2010-12-22T09:34:00.000Z

One of Younglings Christmas presents came early courtesy of Mirrorin - a website full of fun and safe childrens mirrors.

I was as excited as Youngling to receive the Rocket Mirror, that came securely packed in a large box. The mirror itself was in a clear bag with a sheet of instructions and some double-sided sticky tape.

After I had arranged the rocket and stars into a mini display I set about applying the tape. Although the mirrors were light I did add some extra tape of my own for extra security, as the wall I had intended to affix the mirror had slight aertex on it.

Before I could stick it to the wall I had a bit of a struggle removing the protective coating on the front of the mirrors. But that could be because I am a little cack-handed with things like sellotape but it may have been useful to have a handy tab to help people like me.

Here are a few pictures from start to finish, which only took 15min half of which were spent getting my fingers stuck together with tape.

Straight from the packet

Halfway there

Completed. (Notice we've stocked up on nappies incase of more snow!)

Youngling thoroughly likes the mirror and spent the whole time we changed him staring at his reflection. Yes you might say that he takes after his mummy in the vanity trait.

You can find out more and peruse the variety of mirrors available to buy at: mirrorin.co.uk and follow them on Twitter at: @kidsmirrors and on Facebook: www.facebook.com/kidsmirrors

What have you got your Youngling’s for Christmas this year?

Take care
Kate
xx

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Frankie The Fiesta

2010-12-17T21:08:00.002Z

Well winter is most definitely here although I can’t quite get used to the drastic changes the weather is throwing our way. One minute it’s raining, the next is sunny, then snowing.

Today was a beautifully picturesque morning with a blanket of frost covering every surface. It was cold and crisp and slippery in places.

Today I wished more than ever that I had my old Car, Frankie The Fiesta, up and running.
It’s been just over a year now that I have left my old friend Frankie to sit on my parents drive. It was a hard break up and I miss him terribly. You see Doo doesn’t drive and Frankie was one my greatest achievements even though he wasn’t as flashy as a sports car or the like. I knew I could trust him to get me from a to b in warmth and comfort.

But alas it was not meant to be.

When Youngling came along all of our income went straight to him, naturally, so poor old Frankie didn’t get a look in. My parents even paid for my last M.O.T and some small repair work he needed.
I wish I had paid more attention to compare car insurance before making the heartbreaking decision to leave him alone. His tears have rusted in the rain. His bumpers have been beaten by the weather.

Perhaps things may have been different between the two of us had I found a more affordable way to manage him.

He was my first, but not the last car I’ll ever share my time with. But the future of Frankie is uncertain. I hope to be reunited with him again one day or at least find him a loving home. I will remember him fondly.

Do you remember your first? Was it a tale of love-at-first-sight or that of woe?

Apparently this winter weather is here to stay. So when you’re out and about please take care and mind your step.

Always remember to drive carefully.

Until next time.
Kate Collings
xx

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Intruder alert

2010-12-17T20:55:00.003Z

As I have mentioned once or twice before I would really like a puppy. Like is too tame a word I would love a puppy and yes I know that puppy's are not just for Christmas. There is no chance that Doo would let us have a puppy anyway - he has a little, how should I say it, phobia of canines.

Well last night we could definitely have made use of having a dog around the house. You see we had a little intruder disturbing our evenings shocking PolPol into acting like a substitute guard dog to fend off the criminal.

Let me set the mood.

Doo and I had eaten a lovely meal by candle light with one of his favourite comedy dvd's in the back ground. And as I had promised Doo I got a little dressed up for the evening. Youngling was even co-operating and went to bed without a fuss. we could hear him snoring though the stairs divide the two rooms.

Without going into too much detail, I wouldn't want to put you off your dinner, Doo and I snuggled up under the duvet. We were suddenly disturbed by some crashes and banging and a scurrying from downstairs. PolPol came flying up the stairs and hovered at the top growling at something below.

Well I can tell you for nothing that I most certainly was not going to get out of bed and face whatever or whoever it was that distressed PolPol so much. For one I'm chicken and two I don't think stockings and fighting crime go hand in hand.

So off Doo went, my hero in blue, to fight for his house and family.

The bangs got louder and PolPols cries sent shivers down my spine.

Then all of a sudden a door slammed shut.

All went Quiet.

Then Doo crept upstairs holding our little princess pussy cat PolPol close to his chest and talking to her in soothing tones.

It turns out that a big black cat from down the road decided he liked the look of our home and tried to be a part of it by breaking and entering through PolPol's cat flap. This is the very same black cat which on occasion has tried to violate our princess PolPol.

She has clearly been disturbed as she mumbles in her sleep now and is always on her guard. apart from when Doo is on nights and she snuggles under the duvet to keep me warm.

I'm not a volatile person towards animals or anything but this particular cat drives me mad. I mean I wouldn't put it in a dustbin or anything (you must have seen the news) but this cat really gets my back up. Ive even had to chase it down the road to stop it fighting outside my house and potentially waking my son up. I only shouted at them but what would you do?

Take care and watch out for any strange intruders human or other.
Kate
xx

"...I will only live until..."

2010-12-08T20:37:00.000Z

These were the words coming out of Doo’s mouth only weeks into our relationship, almost four years ago. And at the time I knew he was joking, yet I still couldn’t help but feel a part of me was scared and a little upset, though I was smiling along with him in jest.

Doo, like me, has had a long history of injuries and illnesses. I mean the two of us put together could have given one private doctor an early retirement if it weren’t for the good old NHS. Probably the best thing to come out of England – but that’s for another post entirely.

The list of ailments really is quite comical.

But lately Doo has been losing a little bit of weight, which has caused us both to worry, especially since I appear to have the opposite problem, gaining a little bit too much weight, and Doo can lift heavier weights now than he ever has!

Almost a year ago Doo was advised to take emergency leave for he was suffering from a case of Nervous Exhaustion. But he hasn’t.

Around the same time of year he was also advised to take time away to have a much-needed operation on his shoulder, which had been dislocating for two years without treatment. Yet he didn’t.

He can’t take time off work to ‘get-fixed’ because the sick pay wouldn’t cover the costs of day-to-day living!

I think that joking about how poorly he feels or that his arm feels like it’s about to fall off through the pain, is his way of coping and hiding his worries. But I do find it un-nerving to hear him talk about Life Insurance at the age of tender twenty-nine.

Since becoming a parent myself I feel as though I have had the blinkers removed and seen the importance of protecting those around me and myself. So on the one hand I can empathise with his concern for looking after us should something happen.

We are getting to the age where we are seeing more and more family members and friends passing on, more so for our parents and their parents generation. And although it is a sad and somewhat morbid fact to think about we do need to be prepared for it.

But should we concentrate more on what happens after we are gone, or should we concentrate more on what happens whilst we are still here?

Take care
Kate
xx

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Terrible two's come early?

2010-12-07T15:31:00.000Z

As you may have heard Youngling hasn't been sleeping too well. Not that I've been banging on about it or anything ;-) Nothing has seemed to work over the past few months but Doo and I are started to deal with it better in ourselves. This has been such a positive turn around for both of us, even if Youngling is determined to kill us off early by sleep deprivation.

I have found more support with other parents through the blogosphere and twitter, whether it be in late night chats, or when I've needed some reassurance that we aren't the only ones going throughout this nightmarish stage of parenthood.

I have found a good friend called Tasha who tweets frequently with updates of her daughters progress.

I always thought I could always count on Youngling being brighter and sprightly during the day, especially when seeing friends etc. But lately he has started acting up. In public no less. How dare he. I have even had the feeling of failure and disappointment creep in from time to time.

That was until a health visitor confirmed that the terrible two's isn't a myth. It has been medically proven that when children near the age of two, or just over, their body's and minds start to change in way that causes them to have tantrums.

Now I always thought that this was just a load of hooey and that it was down to bad parenting when i saw a child destroy a shop display and throw themselves in a heap on the floor.

That was until we had Youngling.

He has always been a bit of a messy eater but lately he has hardly touched his three meals a day. At the moment he has a tendency to flail his arms so much at mealtimes that the food goes absolutely everywhere.

Even today at Wiggle Tots (my group for the under 5's) he threw a few tantrums and almost hurt another child.

That, to me, is unacceptable behaviour yet I'm struggling to find a way to get through to him without screaming back at him in frustration. Super Nanny would have a fit if she hear me scream this morning. I was so disappointed. Only this time I was disappointed in myself.

Are boys harder than girls with the terrible twos? Does it get any easier or does it just get worse?

Fingers crossed he is on his best behaviour for next weeks visit from Santa at our Christmas Party.

Keep them crossed.
Kate
xx

A Magical Experience at Santa’s Magical Kingdom

2010-12-02T11:47:00.001Z

I have to admit I have completely succumbed to that ‘Christmassy Feeling’, especially after our Sunday outing to Santa's Magical Kingdom, Kent, UK.

My excitement began during the 1 hour and 45min journey from our home in Hertfordshire to Hop Farm in Paddock Wood, Kent.

Grandpa (Bampa), Youngling, and me

When we arrived Younglings face lit up immediately after seeing an 8ft tall Santa statue guiding us in to see the first of many elves. Youngling was given his golden ticket that he could get stamped along the way. The first elf gave Youngling a beautiful bauble which we helped him tie to one of the many Christmas trees leading to the waiting station before embarking on our magical tour.

The grownups were each given a voucher to indulge in a little mulled wine and a mince pie. We decided to save ours until after the tour as our own little treat. I think it would have been a nice idea if they had made a warm blackcurrant drink and Christmas tree biscuit for the children, unfortunately they didn’t so it’s a good job Youngling likes mince pies, though I wont be sharing my mulled wine with anyone!

We were soon being led by our friendly elves to the main entrance through a shower of snow, which was magical in itself. Youngling couldn’t quite make out what it was but looked up in awe and amazement as it fell on his head.

Nanna Barbar and Youngling with an Elf

Our first stop was the 4D Cinema which played a sweet little film and encouraged everyone to sing along with Christmas cheer. Even my mum at 64 years old laughed out loud and belted out the songs at the top of her lungs.

With the use of magic passwords we were allowed to enter the Forest of Lights where Youngling really came into his element. He is, like his mummy, easily distracted by pretty colours and shiny things and this forest looked fabulous with hidden animals hiding in the snow covered ground. He thoroughly enjoyed pushing the interactive buttons and watching the displays come to life.

This is Youngling (and some bears in the background)

In true pantomime style we had to shout out the magic password to gain entrance to Reindeer Land where we actually saw live Reindeer. They were beautiful and so serene, munching on their hay. Before we walked into the next station I had to fight with Youngling to stop him eating some of the chalk on the gigantic, floor-to-ceiling, chalkboard.

But he soon settled as we started to write our letters to Santa in the Post Office room. As a stationary addict I found this room utterly wonderful and thought the post box over the fireplace was beautifully made. Youngling even watched two letters he posted fly up the chimney and wanted to do more.

There was so much to see and we were only half way round by this point.

Youngling and his fence

So it was off to the North Pole, which was enclosed by a cute white picket fence that Youngling held onto to stare at the enchanting display. It felt slightly rushed getting to this point, like I couldn’t take in all the beauty we had seen thus far.

Though I must admit I welcomed sitting down in the Craft Workshop. I was dubious to see how Youngling would get on sitting still for a time, as he is only 20 months old. To my surprise he absolutely loved it. It was a nice feature and though I think the older children may benefit more from making the cards and crafts Youngling and I certainly enjoyed decorating his cardboard tree. His grandpa got a bit glitter-happy too which made us all laugh and smile.

Bampa, Youngling and a messy me

Had Youngling been that little bit older I think he would have enjoyed the story time with Mother Christmas more than he did. Although when the magic elf came to see us and show us some tricks everyone, including the grown ups, jeered and cheered him along.

I could feel the excitement in the air as we were nearing the end of our tour. Youngling barged his way to the front of the group to knock on the door for us to be let into The Magical Kingdom which everyone thought was adorable.

It was in here that I felt the true magic was.

The singing and dancing displays were excellently laid out and Youngling and I both found the giant Yeti both charming and hilarious.

It was nice to see the elves distracting the children on the interactive snowflake square whilst other families began to line up to see the main man himself.

I was a bit embarrassed when Youngling started to scream in the line but I don’t think he really understood the process after all he had already been on an overwhelming and amazing journey. I quietened him with a biscuit and a drink and then we were next.

I think I was more excited than my parents and Youngling put together. I had never been to anything like this even as a child.

We were ushered down a darkened corridor by yet another elf and asked to wait behind a curtain. We were then led into a warming room where we saw Santa sitting proudly in all his Christmassy-ness. Youngling was a little nervous at first but he soon relaxed especially when he received a lovely present magically through the fireplace. It was all so enchanting. I was beaming from ear to ear.

Youngling's 1st official sighting of Santa

But this wasn’t our last stop. Oh no.

After having our picture taken with Santa we went outside and saw a variety of rides and animals. There was even a carousel. We didn’t stay too long outside as the temperature had really dropped by then. So we went and spent a good 45 minuets in the indoor play area, which was where we had our mulled wine and mince pies. We all enjoyed a turn sliding down the slide with Youngling laughing so much he could hardly breathe.

Nanna Barbar and I collapsed in a heap with Youngling laughing at us!

Then we walked back through the snow covered trees, through the gift shop and went to the warmth of the café. All four of us had a drink and something to eat for under £15. Bargain. My tea and scone were delicious and nicely presented. I wish we could have stayed all day at Santa's Magical Kingdom. In fact we almost had. By the time we left, at 3:45pm, we had been at Hop Farm for almost 4 and a half hours.

So thank you to all at Santa's Magical Kingdom for making this experience possible. We had a thoroughly enjoyable and memorable time. We have the pictures as a keepsake for that.

Is it a bit early to say “Happy Christmas” to everyone?

Take care
Kate
xx

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A Not So Grand Goodbye, Goodbye.

Wordless Wednesday

What must the neighbours think?

Learning To Let Go

Writing Exercise #1 Write About A Shocking Discovery

Wordless Wednesday

Catch up with Cate

Happy New Year 2012

12 Things To Do In 2012

My 2011 meme

Wordless Wednesday

Boxing Day 2011

It's Christmas

Christmas Eve 2011

Wordless Wednesday

Great grotto visit

Wiggle Tots Christmas Party

Tears at breakfast

Christingle at Church

Wordless Wednesday

Early Christmas present - to myself

It wasn't me!

The trouble with co-habiting is...

Money's no object.

Star in the making

Jack and His GIANT Stalk!

I have a confession...

Wordless Wednesday

Santa turns us on

It's a boy girl, girl boy thing.

Wicked - a review

Thank Your Lucky Stars

The Thing About Being A Single Mother....

Welcome Back

I'm still here...

Summer / Spring holiday :-)

Make it mondays - a change

Makeshift office and make do

"Call me Houdini"

Little Pea and Bertie

Lent Lunches and another box ticked

Celebrate good times come on.

Book Review #4 of 11: Discover The Origin (cookery)

When I'm not off to London I'm...

An evening with Marie Claire

How to say goodbye by a woman and a man.

A week ago today...

My week at a glance: My interview

My week at a glance: London Fashion Weekend

Could you lend me...

Book review #3 of 11: Monsieur Montespan

Make it Monday and a party to prepare!

My Carry Potty

Stardust - Designer Kid Alert

To shop or not to shop?

5 Things That Make You Feel Good

Is changing growing?

Make it Mondays: a Valentines Day Special

Book review #2of 11: Hector And The Secrets Of Love

I need to be Goked

Make It Monday's

'Runaway' - that's one way to get married

A talk with God or a little cup of tea

For your viewing pleasure...

Jamie At Home - um yes please!

Secrets of a Cardiac Nurse - The Prescription Doctors Don't Give

Book Review #1 or 11: But Inside I'm Screaming

Book Bonanza

WARNING vent alert