Things I had forgotten

Bubble-splub of splub-nibes and scrundy spluff nuffs.

(don't ask...)

The notes are not enough

So I have been a mommyblogger for 3.5years now. One of the reasons I started mommyblogging in the first place was to, and I quote:

"...make notes. Because that's what I like to do. But also because we hope there's going to be a second one day and my notes will come in damn handy"

Well babymomma. Your notes are CRAP. Where are all the notes on what Jasmine was like at Felix' age? Huh? Huh?

Iron Lady

Bf did some diagnosis and suspected the cause of Jambeans' recurring illness could be down to iron deficiency. Putting aside the guilt of not succeeding in giving her iron religiously as a premmie we put Jambeans on a 3 month course of Sytron. Ever since she started taking it we have seen her grow more alert, more active and more energetic. She came off about a week ago, and her hair has turned all shiny. She also got a cold 3 days ago, which so far has turned out to be just that and not another descent into pneumonia. Very encouraging so far. Fingers crossed this is the end of it.

Weewix is Dead, Long Live Felix

Felix just said "Felix" as opposed to Weewit, Weewix or Weelix. Choked to tears I was. My little boy is growing up!

Samson in reverse

Ever since Felix' haircut last week we have witnessed persistent displays of good behaviour, fruit'n'veg eating and all round good humour, making him the recipient of this week's Best Little Boy In The World Ever Award.

Breakthrough

This weekend we witnessed Felix eat a whole portion of green beans, broccoli, 4 slices of apple and a few of grapes. This is probably more fruit & veg than he has consumed in his whole life. We tried to be totally cool about it, but all the while I was gratefully thinking: "there-is-a-god-i-am-not-a-bad-mum-after-all"

We heart holidays

We went on holiday a few weeks back, to a sleepy farmhouse somewhere in France just west of Bergerac complete with pool, tennis court, large pieces of old agricultural machinery, a tractor and a large garden for the kids to play in. It had that real middle of nowhere feel about it. It was so secluded there were times I thought we could easily have been in England, if it weren't for that quintessential Frenchness that oozed out of every road, field, vineyard and farmhouse around us. Being France, our holiday story was mainly one of food but this was also the holiday when Jasmine learned to kick with her legs and swim with a float; when Felix' love of tractors grew deeper; when bf reacquainted himself with the stars and when babymomma decided that tennis isn't that awful after all. The days were hot, the nights were long, we simply didn't want to come home. There are lots & lots of photos in the next few posts.

Arriving at dusk

We heart holidays

We heart holidays

Jasmine proved to be quite an elegant equestrian

We heart holidays

You know it's a great holiday when a friendly Berner rocks up to play

(bf must have been very excited about this as he actually took more photos of the BMD than he did of me for the whole holiday!)

We heart holidays

We visited a gorgeous little town, took in the château, strolled through beautiful riverside gardens and soaked in the picturesque views. (All very aaaah until that disastrous lunch we don't talk about!)

We heart holidays

Only an ice cream could save the day. (Specifically, only Daddy's ice cream - as unsurprisingly Felix decided Daddy's Magnum was far superior to the Cola Calippo he had chosen and made him swap - poor Daddy)

We heart holidays

We gave up on restaurants after a while, to witness Felix practise his cake shove technique on a picnic by the canal. Possibly the best picnic I have had in the world ever.

We heart holidays

Only on hols are we allowed to eat chocolate mousse on the sofa

We heart holidays

Enormous fields of sunflowers greeted us at every turn

Bf got obsessed with the tree trunk that was exactly like his camoflage troos

Happy happy Jasmine in a square in Bergerac - our last visit before we flew home