My Birthday, by Maisie

Maisie/Muj here, I got fed up of mummy working so I decided to take over and tell you all about my birthday, because mummy would only tell it wrong anyway.

It has been a long wait until this thing mum and dad keep talking about since the scary fat man with the beard dropped me off some presents, my “Birthday”, all I know is that it means cake, mummy keeps asking me what type of cake I want and I keep telling her Moana, and I wait for her to give it to me, but she just doesn’t, she says its not my birthday yet?! Why does this woman forever torment and tease me? 

Today is my birthday, mummy, daddy and Lulu came into my room singing happy birthday and we all went downstairs where mummy and daddy told me to go look for something, I immediately went to my cake on the table because it’s my birthday which means CAKE! Apparently it was not cake time yet (WTF, yet again, mummy torments me) and I was redirected to the rug. It was there I saw a glorious sight of presents IN A WHEELBARROW! My own wheelbarrow, finally! My presents were surrounded by balloons, not quite enough for my liking but it will do, I guess. I tried to share out the presents like at scary fat man time but apparently they were ALL for me?! This was turning out better than the scary fat man day.  

Hard at work

Opening presents was hard work, so I had some milk with a special straw to make it tastier and then I had my favourite food for breakfast, sausages! This day was going alright, though I play it cool, can’t let mummy and daddy think they’re doing a good job and let them be comfortable. Plus they kept giving Luna attention, even though it’s apparently MY day! 

After mummy threw a cup of hot chocolate all over the kitchen and her and daddy took forever cleaning it, we went out in the car, whereby I made sure to scream everytime Lulu was falling asleep so she would start crying again, can’t let mummy and daddy relax too much after all. After practically forever we arrived at the seaside, where Nanna and Nonno were waiting for me! Then we went in this strange building where I had to wait while mummy and daddy fed Luna, but I saw a special dolphin ride so dragged Nanna to it so she could make it work for me, until the killjoy mummy said Nanna had spent enough money and took me away from the fun. Finally mummy and daddy remembered it was MY day so we went properly into the building and saw loads of fish, of course I made sure to run from one tank to the next most of the time before mummy or daddy could tell me what things were, except with the stingrays, they were pretty cool, and the sharks were ok, at one point I lost mummy because she was busy looking at an octopus so I made sure to repeatedly yell really loudly for her to come to my side at once because it is after all MY day. Next we went to one of my favourite bits of the building, the gift shop, I had a lot of fun playing with different toys and even got Nanna and Nonno to buy me a stingray (suckers), unfortunately they bought Lulu a turtle too, but I guess that’s ok, even though it’s not her day. 

Then we went to an arcade where I spent so much pirate money in these machines to win more pirate money back and some tickets. Eventually when I made it clear I was done, mummy and daddy went to a special counter and I got to pick a bouncy ball and a sweetie, mummy and daddy said something about how much they had spent to win that, but obviously they don’t know how special bouncy balls are (duh). 

I got to have lunch in a boat then we had the boring drive home where I took a cheeky power nap to ensure I wouldn’t have to have a nap when I got home. Nanna and Nonno came back to our house and they brought MORE PRESENTS. Do you know, opening presents is very tiring? I had to demand mummy or Nanna do the hard bit because I needed to conserve playing energy (obvs). Then I FINALLY got to have my cake, mummy brought it in with a candle and everyone sung me happy birthday and mummy helped me blow it out as it was faulty or something because it wouldn’t go out when I tried.  

Later Nanna and Gog came over to see me too, so I let them have cake as well, keep them sweet and all that, and I showed them my toys and half talked to them and half watched a film as I was tired and it was MY day don’t you know? After Nanna and Gog left my Auntie Rachel came over who had a present as well, so I also let her have some cake especially as she got me a Peppa Pig! 

Before long it was bedtime and it had been a busy day, luckily Nanna and Nonno got me some more musical instruments because a keyboard, drumkit and guitar aren’t enough I now have a triangle and the maracas to play with too. Mummy said something about how happy she was that I had more things to make MORE noise with, so I decided I should probably have a good night sleep ready to serenade mummy and daddy in the morning.  

In conclusion, I have decided birthday’s are pretty good, although it did make me a bit grumpy for a few days after because I was tired, obviously mummy’s fault for not tending to my needs well enough, don’t worry I make sure to let her know of every single failing, then I give her a kiss to give her a bit of encouragement to do better. I think I should have a birthday every month. 

Anyway this writing malarkey is boring and I need to go put some stickers on the dog, mummy can have her magic machine back now. 

 

So there you have it, I think everyone was shattered for a few days after Maisie’s birthday, although to be fair I’m constantly in a mombie like state so it’s hard to say. It was such a lovely day and I wanted to thank everyone that sent presents, cards or well wishes, she had a great day and the cake was flippin tasty if I may say so myself.  

*disclaimer* I may have typed this for Muj but I’m pretty sure this is fairly accurate 😉

A Little Update from Moi

Hello my lovelies, I realise I have been quiet on the blog for a couple of weeks after our disastrous start to the New Year. In all honesty I’ve been taking a break for my mental health.

I had a bit of a breakdown just after New Year, with lots going on in my life as well as the juggling and exhausting act of raising two little ones close together with a husband that works long days on an ever changing shift pattern, everything caught up on me and I crashed hard.

Thankfully, I have an amazingly supportive family with my husband, my mum, sister and also my best friend. In my hour of need they came through, and the great thing was, that now I live back in Kent I could have cuddles from my mum, my best friend came over for hugs too and it really did help.

I have been open about what’s going on and I’ve also referred for counselling too, John has been great in keeping a check on me and making me talk about what’s in my head when I don’t want to.  Most importantly, the reason that makes me want to be better, to keep going, is my beautiful girls.

I’ve also started channeling my negative energy into creative energy and I’ve started creating ornaments with polymer clay which I’m enjoying.

Tomorrow my big girl is going to be two years old which I’ve got mixed emotions about, I’m very excited for her to be reaching more milestones but I’m also so sad at how quickly it’s going. The last week I’ve been making her birthday cake, a “Wana” (Moana) cake she requested and I won’t lie, I’m quite chuffed with how it has turned out.

The finished cake ready for tomorrow, probably would’ve been cheaper to have professionally made!

We’re off to an aquarium tomorrow before heading home for some cake and I’m feeling positive for the future, there’s going to be a lot of difficult times to come I’m sure especially now Maisie is entering the terrible two’s (sob) there’s going to be even more challenges, but I’m so glad to have a great support network around me.

Beach walk to help clear the head

So that’s where I’m at, I’m going to have some more content published soon (hopefully). For now I’m off to watch The Jungle Book with my big girl and breathe in her smell on her last evening as a 1 year old.

Showing her monkey to the actual monkey’s at the zoo last week

Day 1 of 2018….

This kid is ready to party

It’s day 1 of a new year, as I said in my previous post I don’t believe in that “new year, new me” BS. I do however enjoy the start of a new year and the hope it can bring. 

I’ll start off by painting the picture of Christmastime in our house, John had about 10 days Annual leave before and Christmas until just after boxing day which is unusual and fortuitous, and I’ll be honest we kind of embraced the whole anything goes culture, of over indulging Maisie with treats (John is terrible for this) and having the TV on pretty much all the time. However, when he went back to work, I worked hard to reduce snacks Maisie was having and what they were and on one day we had no TV at all, and after that it was minimal. I told John that we needed to go back to being strict. 

This morning the first thing my darling husband does, is put the TV on for her so she can finish watching Totoro, then straight after that, Moana. I remind him of my rule, he tells me its New Year it’s a treat, then we all have a chocolate each. Then he cooks sausages for breakfast, Maisie adores sausages, she could eat them all day. So, when he serves us breakfast he informs me that myself and him have 2 ½ sausages each in our sandwich and Maisie has 3 sausages, 3! I can tell she’s struggling to eat them but she refuses to share or save them for later and is there ages eating “the precious”.  

Trying to get somewhere

I have to admit I was feeling nostalgic this morning, when Luna starts making the beginnings to crawling and successfully army crawls her way backwards across the living room rug, much to her annoyance. I realised that she’s not a little baby anymore and I feel a bit sad about that. Then Maisie lets me tie up her hair for the first time ever and helps me put shoes on Luna, and I realise how grown up she’s becoming and again whilst I’m proud I’m also sad at how quick it’s gone and how fast my girls are growing. 

After a bit of a lazy morning around the house I announce I would like to go out to a garden centre (because it’s pissing it down so there goes my plan of the zoo or dog walk on the beach) off we head to a garden centre, except of course it’s New Year’s Day and it’s closed. By now it’s also way into Maisie’s lunchtime hour, luckily the garden centre we were heading to is surrounded by restaurant’s so we decide to have a bit of a treat and eat out for lunch, you know, celebrate the New Year and all that.  

We’re shown to a booth, which Maisie decides she’s a big girl and wants to sit up with me, and we attempt to secure Luna unto a high chair (she’s still wobbly sitting up unaided sometimes). We order lunch and some drinks, and all is going well. Maisie is excited to be eating out and not in a highchair that she starts dancing to the Mexican music and we’re the picture of a fun family, I’m dancing with her, everyone is laughing and having fun. The food doesn’t take too long to arrive and we sit down to tuck in, except Maisie doesn’t sit down, Maisie is still on a high, she wants to crawl round the booth, she wants to dance some more, she wants to smear chicken nugget in my hair, she’s spitting out her food onto me because it’s “Baaad”. We’re losing patience, threatening a high chair. Trying to give Luna attention and make sure she’s ok eating her broccoli. The smug feeling has gone, the fun family has gone. There’s just one feral toddler, high on a few sips of apple juice, probably still full from three whole fucking sausages (can you tell I’m bitter) refusing to eat her food and sit still. The bribery comes into play from daddy, of finish your dinner and you can have dessert, you can have ice cream, just have a bit more dinner, OK just have one more nugget and one more chip.  

non alcoholic deliciousness

It doesn’t work, then she stabs herself in the mouth with a bloomin fork which leads to a catastrophic meltdown. I’m wondering why I bought bloody fajitas I have to assemble myself while trying to control a mental toddler and keep an eye on the baby, while daddy sits the other side of the table in his chair, untouched and unharassed, trying not to resent him and remind myself that this is a fun treat.   

After eventually calming Maisie down I have finished my food and sit her on my lap to try and get her to eat at which she just spits her food out onto my plate or pokes it until it *accidentally* falls off her plate, she’s not even having the decency to say “whoopsy daisy” by this point. Then another meltdown starts building when we inform her she will not get dessert or anymore special drink because she won’t eat her dinner nicely. By this point I’ve given up, I’ve admitted defeat. The waitress obviously having witnessed this before (which makes me feel slightly better) comes over and offers to get the bill and did we want to pay straight away? While I take Maisie out to the car, to continue her protestations away from anyone trying to have a nice meal. All the while wondering why oh why did we bother? To add final insult to injury, when the husband joins me in the car he asks me if I’ve got any Rennie in the change bag, I never take indigestion stuff, it is him that needs it regularly and I had to bite my tongue in telling him I’m not his mum and I already have to sort a bag for 2 kids, the same bag he can also put things into. 

Happy Days

It’s now naptime, my spirit is feeling slightly broken from this morning, my hope for the new year much diminished. The only silver lining is that A) It was tasty food, B) Luna seemed to have a good time, C) No washing up. 

I’m now thinking I should’ve made a New Year’s goal not to bother eating out with small people unless there is a big group to entertain them with, even then it’s a gamble. Still it’s only day one of the New Year….. 

P.S. I’m currently eating ice cream, because as I pointed out to John, I ate my lunch 😉