I started writing this blog on Thursday.
However, I found it difficult to type with one hand because on Thursday, my incessant need to sterile everything meant I ended up sterilising my left hand by mistake. I ended up pouring water that had just boiled from the kettle over James' tippee cup lid and the aforementioned hand.
It's times like this I'm so pleased that I have watched the embedded YouTube tutorials on the British Red Cross website.
I wrapped my hand in cling film after it spent 15 minutes under the cold water tap. Fair play, it looed like a sweaty half-eaten sandwich found in the bottom of Bethan's bag after lunch club at pre-school but at least it wouldn't blister like a bugger. The two brandies I consumed and the pain relief made me feel like I had a bionic hand and not a shrivelled one.
Bethan seemed positively disappointed when we told her there was no trip to see Dr Brown Bear at the hospital. She loves the toys in the a&e department.
Boiled hand or not, I was desperate to have a rant about that woman "who was on The Apprentice" (apparently that is what she is famous for) who, last week, wrote an article for The Daily Whale (sorry Mail). Now I know this not because I bought The Daily Whale (sorry Mail) but I saw it was being discussed on 'Lorraine' on ITV player whilst I was cooking the tea (prior to boilingwatergate).
The introduction to the article says,"'I won't let my children play with friends that I deem beneath them... that's what caring mothers do': Apprentice star admits she targets playmates who are a good influence".
When she says "good influence" she means those who have names that are traditional names; if their names are Latin-based that's even better; she doesn't like her children mingling with children who have invited them to soft-play parties (that's us out then); she doesn't like her children associating with children who have all the latest gadgets, blah, blah, blah...the article went on and on.
The inverted snob in me wants to say that if she and her children knew me when I was a child there is no way I would have been accepted into that circle of friendship primarily because of where I came from, where I schooled and what I got up to. However, my social background did not affect me or many of my friends from back home in Droylsden, Manchester from being academically rigorous or wanting to pursue our dreams. One Masters Degree in Literature later and being fortunate and proud to have friends from all walks of life who have all influenced me in one way or another, I wouldn't change anything.
That being said, the article got me thinking about trying to socially engineer my children as I am not totally innocent. I am not going to say that I let Bethan choose and do whatever she wants because I am totally guilty of living vicariously through her. Growing up with three brothers meant I was more likely to be 'Face' in the A-Team than Daisy from The Dukes of Hazard. Now I am blessed with a beautiful little girl, I do tend to veer on the cliched side of 'girlie things' which, at the moment, she seems to love too.
However, how long the pink bedroom will last is anyone's guess. I know that as she becomes a teenager experimenting with her identity is absolutely crucial to her development. Therefore I am quite prepared for the Emo stage. In fact, I'm quite looking forward to it. Moshing to Nirvana, the Foo Fighters, any Dave Grohl band really, will be right up my street too. I think after being an Emo I went on to being an Indie chick during Cool Britannia oh! and then there was my love of House music and wearing luminous clothing, and don't forget.....
Showing posts with label first aid. Show all posts
Showing posts with label first aid. Show all posts
Friday 15th February 2013
Last night was...
A SUCCESS in the Romantic stakes!
Initially I thought it would be as successful as Gwyneth Paltrow's 1998 Oscar speech. The 'fresh' peppercorn sauce, that was in a sachet, burst everywhere in the shopping bag. I found James eating the hard cat food which meant that he was coughing and spluttering everywhere whilst soaked in the cat's water as he had pulled her drinking bowel over (I'm convinced that baby James is either a. from the planet Krypton or b. preparing himself to be the next Usain Bolt).
However, the thing that made me cry, even more than Gwyneth did in 1998 if that's possible, was the fact that the two children slept for over 2 hours on Valentine's Day afternoon. Ordinarily I would be over the moon as it is extremely rare that I get two hours to myself on any day. I have already planned what I would do if I had a free two hours one afternoon...nothing! I would sit on the sofa, close my eyes and maybe, just maybe if there was time, listen to the afternoon play on Radio Four (with my eyes shut of course).
I spent most of the two hours I had free yesterday afternoon panicking. I was panicking because I knew that this would mean the children would not go to bed until later than usual which would spoil the romantic itinerary I had planned.
Following James' attempt to try baby-led weaning with a packet of Iams, I then panicked about forgetting what to do if I found my child choking. Then, I spent the rest of this free time reading the 'the new edition of 'First Aid for Babies and Children Fast'', analysing the 'What to do if your baby chokes' chapter. This was quite difficult because I was using Bethan's My First Tiny Tears as a model whilst trying to keep the book open. I suppose it would be 'Fast' if you were practicing with someone else. Finally, I found their website which is amazing. They have these short YouTube videos embedded on their website showing you what to do in a whole host of emergencies. So, for the final 15 minutes of my unexpected free time, I could sit down with a cup of tea and a Hobnob, watching what to do if my baby was choking, as many times as I liked on my laptop! I have now put this website as a 'favourite' on my tool bar.
The day was certainly picking up.
Ok, so we ate at 09:30 that evening and we watched Question Time after. In fact drunkenly discussing and having a heated debate on politics with my husband on Valentine's Day is almost a tradition for the Hilliers now. Except last time I got thrown out of the restaurant with it's 'special Valentine's Day' £45 per head a la carte menu (that didn't even include drinks) because I was rather loudly saying how much I disliked Tony Blair.
However, it is the fact that we love discussing politics and watching re-runs of the superbly Laurence Olivier narrated 'World at War', that Rob and I know that we are made for each other. We have been through so much together and are still passionate about the things that matter to us. Passion, hmmm...well, I was tucked up in bed by 11:15pm; desperately counting on my fingers how many hours sleep I would get before the children woke up. I missed the end of the increasingly annoying debate about who's to blame for the horse-beef meat fiasco but Rob stayed up to watch the drama unfold under the watchful eyes of David Dimbleby and filled me in this morning, over a cup of tea.
That's love, that is.
A SUCCESS in the Romantic stakes!
Initially I thought it would be as successful as Gwyneth Paltrow's 1998 Oscar speech. The 'fresh' peppercorn sauce, that was in a sachet, burst everywhere in the shopping bag. I found James eating the hard cat food which meant that he was coughing and spluttering everywhere whilst soaked in the cat's water as he had pulled her drinking bowel over (I'm convinced that baby James is either a. from the planet Krypton or b. preparing himself to be the next Usain Bolt).
However, the thing that made me cry, even more than Gwyneth did in 1998 if that's possible, was the fact that the two children slept for over 2 hours on Valentine's Day afternoon. Ordinarily I would be over the moon as it is extremely rare that I get two hours to myself on any day. I have already planned what I would do if I had a free two hours one afternoon...nothing! I would sit on the sofa, close my eyes and maybe, just maybe if there was time, listen to the afternoon play on Radio Four (with my eyes shut of course).
I spent most of the two hours I had free yesterday afternoon panicking. I was panicking because I knew that this would mean the children would not go to bed until later than usual which would spoil the romantic itinerary I had planned.
Following James' attempt to try baby-led weaning with a packet of Iams, I then panicked about forgetting what to do if I found my child choking. Then, I spent the rest of this free time reading the 'the new edition of 'First Aid for Babies and Children Fast'', analysing the 'What to do if your baby chokes' chapter. This was quite difficult because I was using Bethan's My First Tiny Tears as a model whilst trying to keep the book open. I suppose it would be 'Fast' if you were practicing with someone else. Finally, I found their website which is amazing. They have these short YouTube videos embedded on their website showing you what to do in a whole host of emergencies. So, for the final 15 minutes of my unexpected free time, I could sit down with a cup of tea and a Hobnob, watching what to do if my baby was choking, as many times as I liked on my laptop! I have now put this website as a 'favourite' on my tool bar.
The day was certainly picking up.
Ok, so we ate at 09:30 that evening and we watched Question Time after. In fact drunkenly discussing and having a heated debate on politics with my husband on Valentine's Day is almost a tradition for the Hilliers now. Except last time I got thrown out of the restaurant with it's 'special Valentine's Day' £45 per head a la carte menu (that didn't even include drinks) because I was rather loudly saying how much I disliked Tony Blair.
However, it is the fact that we love discussing politics and watching re-runs of the superbly Laurence Olivier narrated 'World at War', that Rob and I know that we are made for each other. We have been through so much together and are still passionate about the things that matter to us. Passion, hmmm...well, I was tucked up in bed by 11:15pm; desperately counting on my fingers how many hours sleep I would get before the children woke up. I missed the end of the increasingly annoying debate about who's to blame for the horse-beef meat fiasco but Rob stayed up to watch the drama unfold under the watchful eyes of David Dimbleby and filled me in this morning, over a cup of tea.
That's love, that is.
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