Wednesday, 20 May 2015

Silly poem to my baby. May I never forget this time x

A letter to my baby, 
you're only 10 months old
getting stronger everyday,
(and heavier to hold)

I felt I had to put this down,
In so short time, you've come so far, 
And I dare not forget a moment, 
of how wonderful you are.          

You now stand unaided,
'Testing' every door, 
Such a sense of accomplishment,
Pulling open every drawer.

Your mobility amazes me,
already learned to climb the stairs,
cruising around the living room, 
supported by the chairs.

Your energy is unstoppable,
Until the time you go to bed,
Exploring every inch of ground,
(I need eyes in the back of my head!)

So I  tidy and I hoover,
I think I've managed every chore,
and you still find every little fluff,
that lingers on the floor...

 I'm sure it isn't tasty
but determined, you'll still try, 
and like lightning crawl away from me,
a cheeky glint across your eye.

Everything is an adventure,
so many things brand new ,
Often I wish I could see things,
from your sweet unjaded view.

Your laugh, it is infectious,
It never fails to make me smile
your sense of humour (so developed)
for such a tiny little guy

You feel emotions deeply
clench your fists and shout, when mad.
I can't help but chuckle to myself,
you're such a funny little lad,

There's only one food, that you don't like,
Blue veined Stilton cheese,
everything else goes down a treat
(especially strawberries and ice cream) 

Your a showman, love the lime light,
do lots of actions with your arms, 
you flirt with all the ladies,
with your cutest baby charm.

You love to be praised for doing things,
and turn to me, for reaction, 
playing games and reading stories,
you love the interaction, 

As for TV it's Waybaloo
that currently has your vote
and Disney films with singing in
(as you chew on the remote)

I think Queen Elsa' is still a favourite,
With that song, 'Let it go'
For the millionth time I've heard her, 
watched her running in the snow.

Dolly fast becomes a faithful friend 
both playing tug of war, 
but you are still a bit too interested 
in her tail, ears and paws.

You babble away, your made up words
a language sweet divine, 
you say say 'Muma', 'Dada', 'Hiya' too
and 'Yea' all the time 

There's very little that you hate, 
but getting dressed is number one, 
in 2nd place, closely behind,
Is the changing of your bum

The bath, is a favourite place, 
with rubber ducks and bubbles 
followed by a towel rub, 
and lovely mummy snuggles

Now your bathed and changed, and in your bed 
but of course it won't last long
your not quite yet accustomed 
to sleeping on your own.
But for a couple of hours i'll watch you,
on the baby monitor screen, 
chest rising up and down,
drifting in and out of dreams.

And every now and then, 
I'll come upstairs to watch you breathe,
my most amazing creation,
my beloved masterpiece.

Sofa Style Struggles...

After a long wait, my beautiful grey shaded leather sofa has NOT arrived! Safe to say, I'm not impressed, given that it has taken the company 3 weeks to inform me it will not be coming at all...
They apparently can no longer source the fabric. (Even though I was told it would be with me in a few days, TWICE!)

Anyway Rant over, onwards and upwards!

It took me a very, VERY long time to decide on the sofa in the first place, as I have never been a fan of the look of leather sofas, yet with a little mess machine, I thought modern and wipe-able won, over the more desirable teal Chesterfield.

A sofa is a strong focal point within any room design, and as I cannot source this same (or similar) from anywhere else, it looks as though the original living room plans have gone out of the window entirely.

Soft greys, heritage teals and ballet shoe pinks are shades of the past, for this house anyway.Delicate  accents, Moroccan tea-light holders, bohemian drapes and pom pom cushions no longer have a place within the new space; dictated and dominated by a soon to arrive BLACK AND WHITE COUCH!

I cannot believe I have said it, but yes, you read it right. They have offered me a different (more expensive) sofa set, for the same price (due to the inconvenience) a million miles away (to me) from what I had planned.... and I've ACCEPTED.

I am already starting to question this decision, but life throws these obstacles around, and to hell with it, I'm going to make it work. It isn't what I planned (by any stretch) and the sofa is more 'Starship Enterprise meets Formula One' than my intended 'Grey Serenity,' but I'm going with the flow. Room styling has taken a 180.

Here's hoping I CAN actually make it work into an artistic and eclectic space, rather than a tacky boy racer room...

I'm going to be bold (but not as bold as the sofa) and say Italian style and monochrome are always 'in' 'Classic even!?'

Here are some of my styling ideas.

Have I gone entirely mad?


Thursday, 14 May 2015

Chaos and Cupboards

So a fortnight ago, I wrote that I was moving house, and at that point I hadn't yet picked up a box...and now we're in!
 What a roller coaster it has been. Moving with a tiny 'wannabe toddler' just finding their feet is no task for the faint hearted I tell you! Last time I was moving whilst 8 months pregnant...I learnt both these lessons the hard way. I wave my flag, I am staying put.

So after the boxes being houses themselves, drums, chairs, hats, trampolines and many other objects (other than a box) they finally were filled, and moved to their new place of residence (some still waiting to be unpacked.) The furniture is also in and up, after plenty of dissembling and reassembling. Walls have been painted with help from a painting fairy (my mum) who spent in total approximately 24 hours up and down a ladder with me, in order to make this little house a home.

  I honestly would not have made it to this point without any help. I am the queen of doing everything myself, but I have quickly learnt that when you have a little living being as your main priority, you have to let go of a little control. I can't say I was happy to let go... but needs must, and Wholla, I've handed back my old keys, everything's here, and I'm not too far off schedule!  
Surrounded by chaos and cupboards, room plans awry,  couch-less and losing my mind; yet one day at a time I am getting closer to my desired results.

So far...

The 'nursery' has been painted in Dulux silk 'blue reflection' I am happy with the colour, yet would have preferred a matt finish...  however, sticky fingers have priority!

My room, I have painted 'Crushed Aloe' a gorgeous calming green, it's fresh and airy and only needed one coat!  I absolutely love my woodland view (from almost every window!) and this green really compliments the scenery, bringing the outside in.

The lounge... well this is an interesting one, I chose to mix my own paint, as I couldn't get my desired shade in a silk finish... (greasy palms/sticky fingers problem again) the first coat went on, and it was what most would describe as 'light black.' (Even Abigail Ahern would have been worried) yet luckily enough, after a rough sleep and a remix of the paint; (tutorial to follow) the finished colour is a deep teal, with a dark duck egg on 2 walls. 

What do you think?

I've also been spray painting Ikea Ung Drill picture frames (better late than never on that bandwagon) and white washing bookcases...what would I do without nap time!? Oh and thank you Waybaloo!

More Progress updates to follow!