Mummies and Babies.....

Last week, Mother's day started out on a good note, I had a bit extra in bed and both Charlotte and Ben were on good form.  I then then got my period, managed to piss off some random person on a Facebook thread and then rush around like a loon visiting my Mum and the Mother-In-Law. 

The Mother's day Church Service was lovely . It made me realise how lucky I am to still have my Mum even though she has been away with the fairies for the last eighteen years. 

We all have had a Mum of course, we were all born and what the priest/vicar or whatever she is called addressed well was that some of us have Mums, some of us have never really known a Mum, others have been adopted so have been given a new Mum and there are people out there that have never had a good relationship with their Mother. Life can be very sad and cruel. I feel very blessed with what I have.

I looked after Baby Felix for half an hour. He is such a cute bundle of joy at just under three months old.  For the first fifteen minutes we had a little chat and Felix stared at me in wonder trying to work out who the crazy lady is.  For the next fifteen minutes he screamed and hollered in search of his Mummy's booby and no, he was not hungry he rejected the bottle of yummy formula.  The highlight though was when Charlotte came out of the pool and said, "Mummy you have had a baby."

Dad

Benny Boy has taken a bit of a battering in my blogs but this week I am writing about how important he is in our lives. He is our rock, the hub within our "unit".

I just finished reading "A Tiny Bit Marvellous", Dawn French's debut novel. As I turned the last page, I was heartbroken. Not because I didn't like the ending but because it did end.  I think it is the first novel I have managed to complete since Charlotte was born. A page turner of easy reading has been what I've needed and this wonderful story gave me just that.  The Mother, Mo and her two teenage kids, Dora and Oscar write their diary entries/blogs. Dad is just Dad. The reader does not get to know his name; he is Dad.  But Dad holds the family together just like my Benny Boy does. Dad is the unsung hero. My own Dad too is the heart of the Head family. Bless him.l

Slagging off Ben was the only way I could get him to read my blog so this week he gets praise, so hopefully he will read it.

Baby Baby

I recently told my Benny Boy that two years ago when Charlotte was around seven moths old I was seriously considering leaving him. He had been such a sod!  His response was that he should have worked harder at being annoying.  For that comment he will get the much deserved clip around the ear. I was driving at the time. I must remember the song from the early stages of our relationship. "I'm sticking with you, 'cos I'm made of glue". Well, nobody said it was superglue!

It was hard as new parents.  Ben was great for the first six months and is a wonderful father, but he did go through a childish stage.; I think the two of them, Ben and Charlotte were battling it out for my love and affection.  I wish I realised how easy it was in the early days with a new born baby.  Things got tough when Charlotte could move around. With her bright red hair it was inevitable that Charlotte would have a temper that Queen Elizabeth 1 would be jealous of. From the moment I gave birth and Charlotte's piercing blue eyes locked into mine, I knew there would be trouble ahead.  I could see that we would clash like the Titans, and we do.  We are so incredibly close, but we have our moments and I am dreading her teenage years.  These pre-school days of cuteness are truly amazing.

I have been asked by one of the Mums at Waterbabies if  I could "babysit" her three month old, Felix next week for the half an hour she will be in the pool with her toddler, Hugh as her husband will be away on a stag weekend.  Yay, baby cuddles. Eeek, puke and poo. The most worrying thing of all is that Felix, like Charlotte is a red head!

That'll Be The Day

My friend and I did find it hilarious when we went to see "That'll Be The Day" at The Epsom Playhouse and the entire audience was over seventy five apart from us two.  I had bought Wendy the ticket for her 50th Birthday Treat. Wendy is young and funky and looks like a teenager. We did have a great night though and the show was upbeat, funny with amazing singing.  I did get a bit nervous when "Tom Jones" came on in case any of the Old Dears got a bit excited and threw their knickers onto the stage. Wendy and I did think that the cast would be disappointed to be performing to the Blue Rinse Brigade audience, but they did liven up after a while. I think Surrey people in general are a bit pompous and reserved.  Well, I won't be like that in decades to come.  Me and Wendy would be out dancing in the aisles from the first song. 

I attended a funeral this week. A close friend's lovely father passed away after years of heart problems.  This wonderful man had enjoyed life to the full, was a great cook and loved a glass or two of vino. He wasn't afraid of dying and his attitude was to make room for the young.  The service, though of course heart breaking sad was lovely and I and learnt and listened that it's better to be happy and honoured to have known such a person rather than be sad. The deceased has not gone away, he is just invisible.  I hope these words offer comfort to the family that have been left behind.

What have these topics got to to with the menopause?  The menopause to me represents getting older.  I don't want to get old but there's nothing I can do about it, so I've got to embrace it and crack on.  I reckon I will menopause at fifty and I would like to be a hot, foxy babe like Queen Madge (Madonna) or Sharon Stone, but I will more likely be a bit nuts and rotund like a middle-aged Bridget Jones.  I wonder what Bridget is up to these days?  Very happy if she's still having rumpy pumpy with Mr Darcy!!!!