Monday, 31 May 2010

My Fabulous boyfriend interrupted my hair washing in the shower this morning.  Sadly not for anything naughty but to thoughtfully enquire how my eradication of the unwelcome guests were going.

I found 2 dead ones, and 2 possible lice or bits of dead skin.

I think the romance may  have died along with the lice!

Sunday, 30 May 2010

They're back!

I washed my hair this morning and used the fine nit finding comb to see if my paranoia was valid.  I was not sure how successful it would be as the tiney tiny comb had been bent out of shape by little E.  From the look of the irregular gaps between the combs little E had been using it to floss!

After my best attempt to restore the comb to an almost perfect state the results were clear ... the little critters were back!

My  hair is a jungle where nits can hide and avoid detection.  The comb revealed two little lice, so i'm on for another  steamy  night of more killer nit lotion and scraping my scalp with a tiny bent comb.  Talk about mood killer!

Saturday, 29 May 2010

I have the itchy scratchy paranoia.  I don't want to mention it to anyone at work incase they brand me a dirty lice carrier.

I am growing more suspicious that the critters are back as all the itching is in one place.  My Fabulous boyfriend has had a quick look in my jungle of hair and thinks it must be my scalp reacting to the tea tree shampoo.

I shall have to wait til morning to see what the nit comb reveals!

Tuesday, 25 May 2010

I would rather eat my words!

I used to think (or hope) that once you gave birth you were bestowed with the natural ability to bake.

I remember a wonderful childhood filled with the scent of freshly made bread, home made christmas cakes, cookies, victoria sponges and home made bakewell tarts.  My Mummy is not the best chef (anything beyond scrambled eggs is a no go zone) but seemed to be great at baking us goodies when we were children.

Sadely, something went wrong during the birth of Little E, any small tallent i had for baking (and there was not much) simply disappeared.

Recently one weekend  morning while Little E took his nap I took the time to make him some banana muffins. Rather than restore my faith in home baking, the experience has become the final nail in the coffin of my baking career.

Little E's first reaction was curiosity  at what the little coloured cases contained, grabbing one and nibbling the top saying "mmm yum".  It turns out he was just humouring the Mummy as seconds later he was spitting it out!

I once read it can  up to 7 tries for a baby to eat new food.  Armed with this knowledge I tried giving Little E another muffin the next night. Little E was not messing this time.  He enthusiastically tore the muffin in half, raised his arm and threw the muffin at the Mummy!

Message received loud and clear, it is game over on the baking front!

Friday, 21 May 2010

Adventures at the childminder

Text conversation with the childminder ...

Childminder " Ah well done again to Little E. He's eaten all his lunch, all his yoghurt and drank all his milk!

He's such a gud boy! Well apart from when we were chatting about his yoghurt and I asked "do u think mummy or daddy bought this yoghurt for u" to which he replied (afta a little think) "daddy".

such a traitor! Lol!"

The Mummy " Oh dear i must have words with him about that! The mummy most definitely bought the yogurt.  I also  gave him some  In the Night Garden pasta for his tea last night which he thought was amazing ... It is a thankless job!" 

Tuesday, 18 May 2010

Head lice!

Burn all the towels, paint a  big red cross on the door, shave our heads, we have lice!

The childminder called me at work.  This is most unusual and only reserved for an emergency.  The conversation went a little something like this ...

Childminder " little E is ok don't worry, but he's got head lice"

The Mummy "  oh no! I'm guessing those two little flies I picked out of his hair yesterday were not actually flies"

Childminder " er i guess not! Don't worry though, I will get rid of them all, and pick out any eggs, little E loves people playing with his hair.  He goes into a little trance"

The Mummy " that is so kind, are you sure it's ok?"

Childminder " of course, but you have to check yourself tonight and ensure both you and the daddy are clear, i will put a comb in the bag for you"

What would i do without my amazing childminder?

I came home from word to find the daddy and little E in the bath, with the daddy already scraping his head with the little comb closely inspecting it for our little friends.  The daddy was given the all clear, with nothing found.  The mummy was not so fortunate!

With little E tucked up in bed the daddy started the mamouth task of inspecting my hair ... it was not long before he found one ... eugh ... disgusting!  A few moments later and a second one was dragged out by the comb ... STOP! I'm not sitting here all night, this could  take hours ... I'm off to Mr tesco.

20 minutes later and i was back home armed with all the teatree products i could carry, and a lice killing lotion free from pesticide.  After doucing and more combing we went to bed waiting for the lotion to work it's magic.

Monday, 3 May 2010

Baby brain incident no. 4

Bank holiday monday. We met some friends for an impromptu pub lunch (always the best kind). We ordered little e some fish goujons, beans and chips.

Little e loves baked beans at the moment, tucking into them with his hands, spilling juice down his top (bibs rarely feature at impromptue luncheons), occasionally using a fork when he wants to copy the older kids.

As we ate, we caught up on what the kids were doing. My friend told me how her 7year old was learning about animals and has a fab book full of animals with information about them. My friend was very proud to have taught her daughter how to determine if an animal is a mammal or not.

When we'd finished eating the daddy asked "has little e eaten any of the fish?"
The mummy answered "he had lots of beans, a few chips, but i think the most fish he's eaten is that toy penguin he's chewing on"
The daddy paused for a moment then smiling said "Yeh, only penguins are not actually fish"

Mmmm i thought, maybe i need a copy of that book!

Saturday, 1 May 2010

Baby Brain Moment No.3

"The time has come to say good night
To say good night till the morning light
The time has come to say good night
It's the end of a lovely day

We've had so much fun today
Tomorrows just a dream away
The time has come to say good night
It's the end of a lovely day"

Makes me cry every time I sing it!
The baby brain is alive and here to stay