birthdays, riding & knitting

What do all these things have in common? Me!

First it was my birthday

Champagne, cake & candles

As an ode to birthdays, where one day is never enough, I spent the weekend in London. This has to be the shortest period I've ever tried to stretch a birthday over (in the past trying for a whole month, and quite understandably failing. Subsequently trying for a fortnight... a weekend has more success) but was so exhausted afterwards, I think I'm picking up some tips from the over 85's club!

To end the weekend off I went riding. To be more precise, I entered a dressage competition!

(the dream)

OR... not quite:

(reality)

Then I turned my hand to jumping... and was looking through the pictures, trying to find one where the jumps looked really big. Unfortunately just-off-the-ground never really looks that tall. Instead I opted for a far away shot - hoping to disguise: my riding style / height of jumps / home-made t-shirt that reads: 'team: at least you participated' with a hand drawn bow-tie in the front.

I won a token rosette for jumping these!

All good things must come to an end though, unless you take up a new hobby! I've done just that, and am halfway to becoming the proud mom of a newly knitted scarf! I'd like to say that I'll be knitting myself a winter hat and maybe some matching socks, but unfortunately my repertoire is limited to slightly out of shape rectangles - so I'll be sticking to scarves or miniature blankets.

Over 2m already knitted - only the same to go again!

(not a good hobby for the impatient)

Lucky

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Marking milestones

When Bug was born, well a month or so after, I bought some cards to mark her milestones. Who knew that I should have bought them when I was preggo? So we missed a few photos… But now I find myself attempting to dressing her up for her milestones, only for her to accessorise them with accoutrements such as vomit! Then I jump around, cajoling her into smiling, while hopefully the camera is in focus and I actually press the snap button. Those photos are all well and good. But I want some real-life photos and babies aren’t renown for their on-cue performances! So how do you actually get that photo of her first tooth?!? That’s one of the current milestones we’re trying to mark. And she’s not particularly given to opening her mouth wide, unless it’s to cry loudly! I may not be parent of the year, but I’m not about to start taking photos of her mouth while she cries! So, it’ll just have to wait until she smiles for a prolonged period, while I conveniently have the camera to hand! Case in po

One good thing about social distancing…

Is that nobody comes too close and I can get away with only half brushing my teeth (no toothpaste, had Bug in my arms and wouldn’t have been able to rinse). And not wearing deodorant (again, the baby!) Also, still wearing some of my pyjamas, semi-disguised as day clothes… But nobody can really tell cause they can’t get too close! Win! On top of that we had a very successful walk. The dog mostly listened and was easily distracted by treats. Bug slept the whole time and was seemingly nose-blind. And my back pocket doubled up as my coffee cup holder! Hands-free, here we come! Oh, and because we were out walking for so long - two hours, until it was time for the next feed - the dog is exhausted! He hasn’t been this tired since his play date with best friend Amber! Lucky x

4 month sleep regression

I write to you from Hell… just kidding, I’m on the foot stool next to Bug’s bed. Not talking, not touching, just sitting while she lies with her head facing the other way. And every few minutes gives an attempt at a cry. But at least she’s in her bed! She’s completely refused all naps in her bed so far this week. So this is a major win! I’m talking champagne, the I proper stuff… or at least a really large glass of whatever is open in the fridge. Now bedtime is the stuff nightmares are made from! Bedtime used to be a pleasant routine, now it’s a panic-inducing labour. I’m pretty sure my blood pressure is through the roof, climbing from approximately 18:00, in anticipation of the dreaded sleep attempts! Last night was an early 22:00ish before she was down. The night before, midnight. And over the weekend, one night her refusals were so adamant that I got a sum total of zero hours sleep. By midnight it was clear the only way she’d sleep was in my arms. So Bug and I got the big bed. She

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