Mama Musings has officially moved

They say a change is as good as a rest so this blog has a lovely new home here on Posterous.

Come on over and say hi!

Handa's Surprise at the Arts Depot

Living with a scientist

Babymomma (and most of the rest of the world) terminology: "butterfly painting" as in "please can you help Felix do a butterfly painting"

Translation following blank looks from the boyfried: "a Rorschach painting boyfried"

...and harmony and mutual understanding reign once more

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Art n Craft afternoon

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Look who's been to Specsavers

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Pretty fly for a White Guy

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Life is not all rosy in suburbia

Jasmine and Felix have gone bonkers. As in proper bonkers. They will just not shut up. I swear Jasmine spends more time talking about playing some fantasy role-play imaginary game than she does actually playing her fantasy role-play imaginary game. And Felix doesn't do what I tell him at the best of times. And they just talk over each other, at each other, all the time. Most of all, they talk at me. And most of that is demanding I do stuff for them (switch it on/ blow the balloon/ pick me up/ get the toy/ put me down/ make it louder/ do it again/ switch it off/ stand up/ sit down/ yadda/ yadda/ yadda)

I have come upstairs to hide in the office so I can think for 2 seconds.

Told you he could jump

Guilty as charged

I know, I know - the blog has been sorely neglected of late...

In which Babymomma actually finishes a whole book!

A feat so incredible it deserves another exclamation mark! Took me 4 weeks, I read every single word, and what an amazingly good read it was too!

In which Felix turns a corner (we hope)

So last night I did Felix's bedtime downstairs whilst Daddy was upstairs with Jambeans. It seemed to work well as after a long cuddle he told me he wanted to go into his bed then settled down like an angel. Babymomma finally had a scream-free bedtime! Fingers crossed I can put the Supernanny costume back in the cupboard...

Talking Scribble

Since starting Big School Jasmine's tendency to spout made-up words has adopted a somewhat whining, baby tone (as in "ishi soshi oshi nnnye nnnye" all said whilst jutting jaw out, flapping arms up and down or stamping feet somewhat lamely).

Happy feet

Today, on our way back from Highgate Wood I met Ben Wilson, a Barnet artist who turns splats of chewing gum on the pavement into colourful mini masterpieces, and I totally didn't have my phone to prove it!!!

Here's his stuff on t'internet anyway:

http://www.flickr.com/photos/rahid1/sets/286517/

http://www.flickr.com/photos/dan_hassan/sets/72157602733736862/

http://citynoise.org/article/3372

Super...

is Jasmine's other favourite new word. As in:

"I'm super hungry Mummy"

or

"I'm super-duper-super-duper-tired"

The day I finally crumbled

Jasmine has been settling into big school super well. Today Tanya started too, Jasmine's friend from nursery, so she was more than a little enthusiastic this morning. But as I watched Jasmine clutch Tanya's hand and race into the classroom without so much as turning her head I felt a little pang of loss. All I wanted to do was follow her in, give her a massive mummycud and spend the day watching how she got on, but what I had to do was let her go and blub all the way home instead.

Actually...

...is Jasmine's new favourite word, as in:

"Actually that's my bicycle"

"If we plant the conker actually it will grow into a tree actually"

Bf finds it hilarious but I'm not so sure I can laugh off the precocity

Not quite little angel

Ever since our week in the West Country getting spoiled (and fed) by various grandmas and aunties Felix has turned into a sleep rebel. Only Supernanny-type resilience is working but after 7 nights of screaming, clinging, procrastinating and other remonstrations I'm getting a little fed up. And it's much harder than new baby sleep training because Felix (now 2 and 1/2) has a vocabulary and has used this to fine tune the art of emotional blackmail. He has a way of screaming-wimpering (scrimpering? it kinda works) "Mu-mmy mu-mmy" that gets me every time.

A threshold moment

Jasmine started Big School yesterday! She was very excited, as was I, and for the next 3 weeks I am going to be a happy and willing mama at the school gates.

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?