Saturday, 29 August 2015

Find Me A Corner

I'm currently held up by my family, so ok I'm just out of hospital after an operation and my family are doing an amazing job at looking after me.
 I can't drive at the moment so my Mammy is my chauffeur she's also the cook, childminder and general maid.  On Friday to get me out of the house we decided to take a trip, one of our ports of call was Tesco.
We entered the shop and of course the kids wanted to go see the toys so off we went ten minutes later an empty trolley and a long list for Santa.  Oh yes the Santa lists have started already in our house!  Myself and my Mam told Little red head and Mini miss it was time to say bye bye to the toys LRH said his tearful goodbyes but Mini miss had other ideas.  I thought fine then this little miss needs to learn a lesson, now some of ye may point fingers and say I'm cruel but at no stage was Mini miss in any danger I could see her the entire time.  I hid down an aisle LRH stayed with me and my Mam went to check the price of something.  As far as Mini miss was concerned we had all left, she continued to play with the toys looking around a few time but in general happy out after five minutes oh yes five minuets Mini miss started to look for us, we were still hidden but Mini miss clearly has eyes in the back of her head as she came running round the corner and goes "hi Mammy".  I've no idea how she knew where we were, but my heist was bust and Mini miss was practically laughing at us.
With the promise of a kinder egg we got Mini miss into the trolley and we finally got into the shopping, oh hang on scratch that LRH decided to do his best schumacher impression and shot of with Mini miss in the trolley down the end of the shop to see the fish!  My Mam goes running after them I'm creeping behind trying to catch up, and on my way I get stopped by a lady holding white socks.  This lady wants to know the size of my "girls" shoes, I politely through gritted teeth say is it my girl or my boys shoe size you're wondering about, because she's pointing at LRH but he is a boy so I'm confused.  I ask at least three more time is it my boy or girl your looking at and I clearly direct her to each child,yes the girl there with the red shoes on the lady say.  Oh yes the red runners not red Dorothy shoes, so ok I don't say that to her but she just doesn't seem to be listening to the genders of my children so I give up, well kinda of give up and I tell her that My Boy is size 11 foot, I help her sort out the right size socks for her girl grandchild and I walk away shaking my head wondering am I ever getting out of this shop with the shopping.
Once the four of us are together we start down the food aisle and all is going good we pick up the kinder eggs and spend the next few aisle trying to stop Mini miss opening her before it's paid for.  I'm led into a false hope that we're on the winning side when Mini miss starts to shout LRH name over and over and over again she then moves on the general screaming at the top of her lungs.  As we are searching for fly spray which is very near the wine aisle and I'm tempted to just go there and crack open a bottle, a lady rounds the corner and screams back at Mini miss.  Yes a fully grown lady total stranger starts screaming at us, I and my Mam laugh Mini miss stops for a nano second and continues her best impression of operatic screaming.  That wine aisle is looking ever more tempting but alas we are at the tills.  I feel like i've done some kind of endurance test and as I'm paying for the groceries and say to My Mam, "I think we need a coffee"!

It was only a few weeks ago I wrote a piece on tips for shopping with children I think I need to refresh myself on my own advice or failing that I'm signing up for the next Fear Factor, because nothing prepares you for battle like shopping with kids. . .

Pavarotti herself and that's "my girl" on the righthand side!  

Saturday, 8 August 2015

And She Said, "let them drink milk"

I may as well have my say for all it's worth, especially as many may disagree with my opinion . . . 

Last week the 1st to the 7th of August was World Breastfeeding Week.  Does it really need a week should it not be personal choice and leave it at that?  I googled both and its frustrating that when I typed in national formula feeding week all that came up was breast feeding sites and the like.  I have many friends some breastfed, some formula fed, some combined fed, put our children in a line and you wouldn't be able to pick out which was fed which way.  Equally, there is no real difference of the children's list of colds and flu's, some of the breastfed children have had just as or more antibiotics as the formula fed children.

I do believe "breast is best", sure the milk is there and it must be produced for a reason by women while and after pregnancy.  What I don't agree with is the bully tactics surrounding breastfeeding, most women are intelligent enough to make the choice that suits them best, breast or formula.  To breastfeed is a big decision to make, many things must be taken into account home situation, back to work, ease of feeding, confidence, type of birth, mental state etc...

At every appointment on all of my pregnancies, I was asked how I was going to feed even at my booking in clinic at 12wks, surely this shouldn't be an issue yet why do they have to tick a box. There is no box asking what buggy are you going to use for your baby!  And the hospital I went to doesn't have a separate ward for feeding and one for formula feed babies.  Dont even get me started on this issue, quick hide the bottle feed babies!  Nurses can be very pushy I know of women who have said outright that they are formula feeding and the nurse has said to them 'ah sure we'll wait and see', the lady has said no I'm not breastfeeding  and the nurse just brushes over what the mother has said.

Now before you breastfeeding ladies get your knickers in a twist I breastfed both my babies, and yes my opinion is still that it's a woman's choice.  Breastfeeding for me was horrific from beginning to end, yes the feeding itself was very special and the close bound you have with your baby is lovely.  But I felt the same closeness with the bottle in my hand, and on a plus my boobs weren't throbbing, bleeding, cracked, not producing milk in the evenings thus resulting in me crying and baby crying.  The nurses I dealt with were on a whole awful, I had one great nurse in hospital on my last pregnancy she had such patience and determination with me and baby.  I'm not going to get into my full breastfeeding story but it was my choice to breastfeed although I felt very pressured at times.  I still made my own educated choice and I think no less or more if you, my friends, family etc choose to breastfeed or not.

As most of us know there is a Facebook page for everything and I did join a breastfeeding group which I ended up leaving as it was far from supportive, they would even put pictures up of formula in supermarkets daming them and right hateful, insensitive comments.  I left the page as it was just ridiculous what went on on it.  I personally feel that wherever there is a breastfeeding group, facebook page, website, there is always the few involved within these platforms that are so negative towards formula feeding and it doesn't help the breastfeeding cause.  If a women wants to breastfeed support and advice don't always follow "helpful" comments with 'oh keep at the breastfeeding, leave the formula'.

We are all allowed our own opinions but frankly when it comes to breast or formula each to their own and keep your comments to yourself and having a full week dedicated to breastfeeding awareness is unnecessary believe me if you've a bump breastfeeding wouldnt go unmentioned!  

If you don't like Breastfeeding, you don't have to watch, look, point, stare, comment . . . 
If you don't like Formula feeding you don't have to watch, look, point, stare, comment . . . 

Let's all just give each other a break and 

Thursday, 6 August 2015

Pretty Hair III

I love buying so much pretty hair accessories for Mini miss it's a great excuse to buy so much for the good of my blog!  Although I feel I probably don't really need an excuse even if I wasn't blogging I'd probably still buy as much . . .

I'm always on the look out for hair accessories, the last few months this is what I've picked up.

I love big bows the ones in the above picture are from Dealz, Shaws, and Regans of Ballina.  I must give a shout out here to Regan's they have a huge and I mean huge selection of Hair accessories everything from babies first hair clips to wedding facinators.  What is even better about the shop the owners and girls who work there are so helpful and will good above and beyond to help you find what your looking for.

The elastics from Tesco in the picture to the right.  They look like loom bands but they are little elastics perfect for little hair they don't slip, I love them.


Sunday, 2 August 2015

Seriously, Who has the Time?

Like come on who has time to do this. . .

It can definatley be a battle at times to get your children to eat and believe me I know, it's beyond me sometimes how one of little monkeys survives on such little food.  But I draw the line at making faces and characters out of the food.  The fact I've cooked a good tasty meal, mashed it, chopped, separated it out should be enough. will hold my hands up and say I've tried to make their meals look fun, but on the first placement of "cheesy" hair, I said hang on misses what are you doing you are wasting precious time where you could be having a cuppa while the children eat.

The creations are amazing and its not that I'm not creative with my hand, I cant draw for peanuts but crafts I'm pretty ok at, it's just the time is would take to do one of the above.  I honestly don't think it would help my children eat any more than do.  
In our house meal times is all about encouragement if you eat something you get a big clap.
I dont know maybe my children are missing out but I think not. . .