Thursday, July 30

Blod is Four

The hairy hound turned four yesterday. As a rainy day activity, Gwen and I made her a card, went to the pet shop to buy her a bone and concocted a doggie birthday cake, which is possibly the most disgusting thing ever invented - she went wagging mad for it.

Here's the recipe, in case any of your canine friends are having a birthday soon.

One tin of tuna, drained and smushed up with a fork
1 clove of garlic, peeled and crushed
Handful of breadcrumbs
1 egg, beaten
Some hot dog sausages, to decorate

1. Mix all the ingredients together well.
2. Form the resulting congealed horror into a cake shape.
3. Bake in the oven at 180 degrees for 20 minutes.
4. Allow to cool, then decorate it with the relevant number, made out of hot dog sausages.
5. Add some candles, sing 'Woofy Birthday', then present it to your furry friend.

Thursday, July 23

How To Tell That She's Had a Good Day

Her hair is a crazy, windswept, tangly mess from playing on a windy beach
She's got sticky fingers and a mucky chin from eating hot, ketchup-smeared chips
Her trousers are wet from splashing in rock pools
Her wellies are muddy from tramping through the rain-drenched park
She smells of fresh air
She crashed out on the way home and I just dropped her into bed, shattered, filthy and happy

My theory on parenting: if they're dirty and tired by the end of the day, it's been a good one.

Friday, July 10

Life With Two

Molly - she really can't be bothered. She's very sleepy and, three weeks after making her entrance into the world, is only just starting to uncurl from her scrunched up little ball position. I fact, I still can't really get her baby grows on her as her legs are all curled up. Gwen keeps saying "I want to open her".

So far, having two is a lot easier than I thought. Probably because there's none of the 'shock factor' that you have with your first.

However, when your husband's at work and you're trying to get one ready for bed one-handed while feeding the other one, it's not so good - especially when it ends with both mini ones screaming. However, I'm embracing the chaos and trying to look at it all with a sense of humour.

I remember being terrified to leave the house with Gwen, but Molly's already been to the beach, a farm, the library, the park, the shops, a cafe, Pizza Express (twice!), the pub, Cardiff Bay... have sling and boobs, will travel.

And so different from last time, looking after a newborn when you're used to the whirlwind chaos of a toddler is just so relaxing. Having just the newborn for the day when the toddler is with Grandma is just so restful - feeding on the sofa while reading, drinking tea and eating cake. Bliss.

Monday, July 6

Quotes from Shepherd Towers

It's the morning after Molly's birth. I'm resting in bed, Mr Meep's having a tidy up. He enters the room.

"I've put the placenta in the freezer. It's between the Jus Roll puff pastry and the lemoncello."

(Don't worry, we're not making a casserole out of it - we are going to bury it under a fruit tree in the garden. And it's double-bagged, in case you ever pop round and I offer you a refreshing glass of ice cold home-made lemoncello.)