Friday, 25 July 2014

5 things

It seems that the summer is whizzing by in a flash of heat, summer and work (ooh, it just thundered as I wrote that). I’ve noticed a trend on FB where people are noting down their five things to be grateful for, so I thought I would find five things including about the McBaby that have made me smile this week.

1. His talking has got much better and he frequently tells MrM: “I love you daddy, I love you shoes, I love you go outside”.
2. The little munchkin took one of my dresses to nursery. I think this is because he misses me, but then again, it could be to help clear up the messes caused by potty training.
3. I’ve taken him to the outdoor swimming pool every night which he loves. Except one night I forgot to change him into a swimming nappy, meaning that his real-life nappy swelled up like a beanbag. Whoops.
4. I was on a stand promoting various health awareness items when a woman came up to me and shouted repeatedly in my face: “Vhat is BOWEL? Vhat is BOWEL?”
5. At the same event, I was trying to ask someone a question when an organiser came up to me and said; “You Thai dancers need to wait over there”. No-one, repeat, no-one should be subjected to the sight of me Thai dancing. Must have been what I was wearing?

Sunday, 20 July 2014

A day at Chartwell

Quite a few friends are back home in Blighty from Oz at the moment. We met one friend, now with a wife and three children in tow last week; this week it was the turn of my former colleague, now with wife and child.

FC and I used to work together and initially couldn't stand each other. However, we quickly bonded, probably because the dislike was down to us being very similar. We had a great laugh at work and used to go out drinking and partying a lot around Ealing. I found it hilarious that for our recent meet, we should both propose meeting at a National Trust property.

We met at Chartwell; home of Churchill. We met at the café where FC and his family were exceptionally behaved whereas the McBaby just wanted to run around and in some cases, push his chair around. I can't imagine members of the Churchill family would have done this.

The new Landemare café (named after Georgina Landemare, the Churchill family cook for more than 20 years) was lovely and clean with large black and white pictures of Churchill all around and there were some interesting menu choices such as mackerel and orange salad, and colourful sandwiches and cakes.

Then into the immaculate rose gardens (Built by Churchill for his wife) and woodland estate in the knowledge that it doesn't seem to have changed much. There are expansive grounds, beautifully kept lawns, lakes and koi ponds. Apparently one of the walls was built by the young Churchill himself.

We had a timed ticket for the house, but the McBaby wasn't having any of it. To be fair, it was incredibly hot and crowded in there but at least we had a glance at the drawing room. While FC and his family looked around the house, the McBaby and I headed to the studio where many of Churchill's paintings can be seen and we blew bubbles in the kitchen garden.

Sadly we didn't spy the Chartwell cat in residence but we'll be back to visit Chartwell properly.

Sunday, 13 July 2014


I’ve decided to stop participating in these “awareness” weeks. Who cares that I ate an éclair on National Eat an Éclair day? It’s extra pressure I just don’t have time for. Instead of doing silly things such as Fight the Filthy Fly week, national accordion awareness week, national aquarium month and national adopt a cat day (these are all real ones), we’ve made the most of the sunshine and taken the McBaby to the beach, to London and on a long, long walk around our town.

The National History Museum means that he now thinks he’s a dinosaur; he roars at will and shouts “dinosaur” with glee. MrM kindly didn’t make too much of the fact that while we were ambling around the dinosaur exhibit at the Natural History Museum, I made a trademark stupid comment and remarked upon how strange it was that the McBaby was interested in dinosaurs. “I mean, he hasn’t actually seen one in real life”.

We also went to the Science Museum – you could actually spend days in here, there’s so much to do. The McBaby was most interested in throwing bits of a puzzle onto a floor and lying down on benches saying: “night night”, meaning that anyone that wanted a good look at an actual space rocket had to step over him.

Other adventures included a long walk around our town, over the common and along the canal path. While we walked back up to our house past the church, the McBaby spied a couple of people heading across the churchyard and into a door. He lets go of my hand and follows them. I chase him up a spiral staircase and into the room at the top where people are ringing bells.

I apologise, but they welcome the strange intrusion and allow the McBaby to touch the rope and to watch bell practice. (I seem to think the word is ‘campanology’ – it rings a bell anyway).

Eventually he starts shouting and I can’t shush him, so I pick him up and gingerly carry him down the stairs. He is not happy about this and keeps pointing up at the clock tower and shouting “clock”. Except he doesn’t pronounce the “l”. He keeps shouting it and gets more and more agonised about leaving.

“Clock! Clock! Clock!” All the way through town and home. He uses this same word for “cake” which made for an embarrassing hour at a friend’s house. We were sitting in the garden and the McBaby pulled one of the flowers off its stalk. I told him not to do it, so he kissed the flower better.


Tuesday, 24 June 2014

Saturday 21st June (21st to 29th June) - Drowning Prevention Week

Swimming, of course.

Friday 20th June - National Flip flop awareness day

Just bought a new pair of posh flip flops - silver with flowers!


Just received this text from McDad who stayed over the weekend: "Not amused. Just found half a croissant among my shirts. Please speak severely to him."

Monday, 23 June 2014

McBaby at Behind the Castle

Here I've wittered on about my love (unrequited, sadly) for the Levellers and how amazing it was to see them in my hometown.

What I didn't mention were my parenting fails.

Number one- MrM asked me if I'd packed any nappies for the weekend. Triumphantly, I told him that I'd brought a whole pack of nappies. "They were open, but there are plenty left," I said as he took the McBaby upstairs to put on a new nappy.

A scream from overhead alerted me to something I'd done. But what?

"That's a bag of USED nappies!" he screamed.

Things would improve at the festival, wouldn't they. No.

While watching Newton Faulker, the McBaby pushed his way through the crowd, wearing my ridiculously oversized trainers.

He then zoomed all over the place; through stages, under chairs and even sat in a man's chair when the current occupant stood up temporarily. However, when he ran in to watch Rodney Branigan I was aware of a few people tittering and then the sight of the McBaby mooning at the performer. Who taught him that?!