Vegetables and vomit

Well it's Friday night and I was welcomed kicking and screaming into the weekend not by a glass of bubbly or being whisked off to dinner but by my youngest covering me from head to toe in vomit.

Oh my goodness, I didn't think he ate that much! I have just spent the best part of an hour picking up pieces of carrot from underneath the sofa cushions and the smell of vegetable chilli and neonate is stuck up my nostrils. Plus its so cold that the heating is on and it just makes the smell a whole lot worse...

I have no idea why he vomited because he seems perfectly happy and doesn't have a temperature. I hope to heck that its not a bug, I could not cope with the toddler going down as well and I already have all day morning sickness.

On to some good news. It seems that R the toddler has finally overcome his fussy eating habits. I don't really know how it happened it just did, thank god, I had visions of him turning into a piece of bread or pasta but luckily he is now wolfing down his veg and everything that is healthy and delicious, long may it continue!

I hope you have a good weekend and that it got off to a better start that mine...cheers!

Snip, snip, snip

If you are anything like me you will remember the first haircut you were given, you may even have had the same cut. Yes, the very fetching pudding bowl, gosh those were such stylish days weren't they...

I remember it so very clearly, being led into the kitchen where the chair awaited me. That was all fine, what scared me though was what else also awaited me, my father with a bowl in one hand and a pair of scissors in the other. I gulped and begged for my sister to go first, which she gladly did, a proper little daddy's girl. She hopped happily into the chair, my father placed the bowl over her head and began snipping. Ooh I thought this is quite fun, nothing to it. So as I sat there swinging my legs in anticipation a god awful scream was let loose in the kitchen. My dad had cut my sisters ear, there was blood, but luckily it wasn't too bad, easy for me to say.

After she was all cleaned up and better my dad moved towards me with a grin. No I thought, he can't be serious, after he's just cut my sisters ear, are you insane! Well he managed to cut some of my hair but I struggled too much and ended up with a lopsided pudding bowl cut, but I was thankful that my ears were left intact.

So fast forward 30 years or so and it was the turn of my eldest son to have his first haircut. He has beautiful curly hair and it was getting so long that it was getting in his eyes, so I decided I would attempt to cut it. I think my son may actually have preferred a pudding bowl because what he is left with makes him resemble a dog with mange. Still, I comfort myself with the fact that it will grow back, mine did.