Time to redecorate Lil's room.
The night before...er...sixmas.
Lil is six months old tomorrow. This is a massive deal to me. Everyday you hear of horror stories about children getting sick or worse, dying, (sorry for being morbid, it wont be for long...) so everyday I'm so grateful to have her in my life. I do what I was told when I was pregnant, cherish every second even when she is being a cow.
I was often told about cot death before I had her so I've been over cautious. She still sleeps in her cot next to me and I won't leave her alone in a room while she's sleeping for anymore than five minutes (I don't care if this is a bit much). I often wake up in the night to check she's still breathing. She is so precious and I cannot even begin to describe a Mother's love for her child. Although it can sometimes be seen as extreme.
The fact that she has reached six months just makes me want to burst. Half way through a year already, she has grown in to such a little character and I'm sure her personality will continue to flourish. She is eating solids now and sitting up (although she's still a bit wobbly) and chats away to herself all the time. Yawn... I know. I'm one of those gushing Mums aren't I? Well I don't care.
I'm so proud of myself for all that I have achieved in the last six months. There have been some very dark times, times when I thought things couldn't possibly get any worse and then they did, moments when I thought my heart would explode... it's been such a roller coaster. But I have a wonderful little girl who I know will grow up to be a fine young woman.
I don't need anything more. I'd go without for the rest of my life now, material things don't mean shit. As long as I have a smile from her every day, I'm happy.
Happy six months baby xo
I was often told about cot death before I had her so I've been over cautious. She still sleeps in her cot next to me and I won't leave her alone in a room while she's sleeping for anymore than five minutes (I don't care if this is a bit much). I often wake up in the night to check she's still breathing. She is so precious and I cannot even begin to describe a Mother's love for her child. Although it can sometimes be seen as extreme.
The fact that she has reached six months just makes me want to burst. Half way through a year already, she has grown in to such a little character and I'm sure her personality will continue to flourish. She is eating solids now and sitting up (although she's still a bit wobbly) and chats away to herself all the time. Yawn... I know. I'm one of those gushing Mums aren't I? Well I don't care.
I'm so proud of myself for all that I have achieved in the last six months. There have been some very dark times, times when I thought things couldn't possibly get any worse and then they did, moments when I thought my heart would explode... it's been such a roller coaster. But I have a wonderful little girl who I know will grow up to be a fine young woman.
I don't need anything more. I'd go without for the rest of my life now, material things don't mean shit. As long as I have a smile from her every day, I'm happy.
Happy six months baby xo
EXPLICIT POST: Time to get a body like a Pussycat doll.
Tonight I went to body conditioning class. I've never been one for exercise but since having Lil I am determined to get a body that would make Heidi Klum jealous (I know, will NEVER happen but a girl can dream).
I was going to leave it until I felt 100% better but tonight I had the urge to get all hot and sweaty. Now this may have had something to do with the fact that earlier I watched Ryan Gosling for two hours but unless I tried it, I would never know.
So off I went thinking that it would be easy, I've never been to body conditioning before. It sounds quite relaxing doesn't it? When you condition your hair, it's relaxing. Naturally I thought the same about the class. WRONG. I can be very deluded.
The last time I exercised was when I ran for the train in June 2010. I was on my way to my leaving drinks at my old job. I then spent five hours exercising my right arm (glass to lips) my mouth (chatting non stop) and my abs (laughing) so I knew it would be challenging to even spend five minutes at this class but body conditioning is relaxing remember, so it wouldn't be too hard. WRONG AGAIN.
After four minutes I was sweating and gasping for water. How the fuck was I supposed to get through the next 56? Concentrate Charlotte. Body conditioning is a hardcore class and I was in a room full of women at level two.
Lifts and squats and lunges. The only way I was going to get to the end of this without passing out was by imagining Ryan Gosling lifting me up to pull me on top of him. Naked. And then he would lunge at me. You get the picture...
I got through the class. By the end of it, I had done some pretty explicit things to Ryan. In the rain. In the bedroom. That dirty boy wore me out. I am going to ache in the morning.
And I'm certainly going back for more next week...
I was going to leave it until I felt 100% better but tonight I had the urge to get all hot and sweaty. Now this may have had something to do with the fact that earlier I watched Ryan Gosling for two hours but unless I tried it, I would never know.
So off I went thinking that it would be easy, I've never been to body conditioning before. It sounds quite relaxing doesn't it? When you condition your hair, it's relaxing. Naturally I thought the same about the class. WRONG. I can be very deluded.
The last time I exercised was when I ran for the train in June 2010. I was on my way to my leaving drinks at my old job. I then spent five hours exercising my right arm (glass to lips) my mouth (chatting non stop) and my abs (laughing) so I knew it would be challenging to even spend five minutes at this class but body conditioning is relaxing remember, so it wouldn't be too hard. WRONG AGAIN.
After four minutes I was sweating and gasping for water. How the fuck was I supposed to get through the next 56? Concentrate Charlotte. Body conditioning is a hardcore class and I was in a room full of women at level two.
Lifts and squats and lunges. The only way I was going to get to the end of this without passing out was by imagining Ryan Gosling lifting me up to pull me on top of him. Naked. And then he would lunge at me. You get the picture...
I got through the class. By the end of it, I had done some pretty explicit things to Ryan. In the rain. In the bedroom. That dirty boy wore me out. I am going to ache in the morning.
And I'm certainly going back for more next week...
The penguin dance.
As Lil gets older she gets boreder (I know that isn't a word). I'm finding it increasingly hard to keep her entertained, especially when she's having her breakfast. So this morning I came up with a new way to keep her amused while she's eating.
The penguin dance.
You do what it says on the box, dance like a penguin. There I was this morning, dancing around the kitchen like a penguin while she was chomping away on her breakfast. She ate it all and she laughed. Which, in turn, made my day better.
The things we do for our kids, huh?
Try it. You'll find yourself smiling.
The penguin dance.
You do what it says on the box, dance like a penguin. There I was this morning, dancing around the kitchen like a penguin while she was chomping away on her breakfast. She ate it all and she laughed. Which, in turn, made my day better.
The things we do for our kids, huh?
Try it. You'll find yourself smiling.
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