Tea Room the Tenth: Tea and cake and rock and roll

[MadBadandDangerousToKnow]

Welcome back to the tea room.

In the search for the perfect venue, we have now decamped to a rambling country estate. The once-decaying castle, now restored, is a boutique hotel, popular with rock and roll gentry and visiting bishops, and the tea room (which never closes) is located in a tastefully converted barn. The charming garden contains a duck pond and ends in a haha. We need the haha, of course, to stop the bison trampling the herbaceous borders. Mellors the gardener is, as ever, in charge of the grounds.

Please come and join us for a celebratory drink.

Oh poor Daisyboy! Hope he feels better soon. I always used to look forward to that first piece of toast too - usually with Bovril on in my case, although I realise that's not normal

Mary, that job does sound deadly - not your sort of thing at all!

I am ashamed. So far we have mostly avoided giving silly baby names to things but as miniThumb is starting to talk I have been unable to cope with him saying "fart" and have introduced the ridiculous saying "pop-pop". However, he likes it, he can say it, and he has learnt to say "pardon" when he does one (it's easier than excuse me) which is just soooooo cute (PFB moment)

Poor DaisyBoy. There's a lot of it going round, but little ones seem to make amazingly rapid recoveries, so fingers crossed.

Amber, do you live in Dorset? Whereabouts?

As I have no doubt ranted casually mentioned before, DH has taught Wriggle to burp, which they both think is very funny. I don't and can end up seething. It's because I am old and boring.

I imagine our bishops as totally Derek Nimmo. (Although of course I have only heard about them.)

My own PFB used to call the the sounds emanating from her bottom "poo noises". Accurate, I suppose, and entirely her own invention.

Racing - MonsieurSerpent taught Wriggle to burp?

I have just searched Youtube for archive footage of Derek Nimmo in clerical garb but found nothing. A tragic omission.

Virtual Bolly, anyone?

Hello!

Just popping by to say hello and apologise for barging in to tea room no. 9 (not that I expect anyone to remember ) and barely saying hello before nodding off.

I'm still asleep, but I seem to have sleepwalked over here! Mind if I pull up my rug and have a nap over in that corner?

I'm a terribly disorganised person and I can't multitask (although I am female!) But this looks like a fun place and I'm hoping to sleep-talk from time to time

Also, llandb stands for 'lemon, lime and bitters' but I'm thinking of name-changing 'cos people quite rightly wonder 'why llandb'?

See yez!

Ohhh Thumb, pop pop ! how could you. I have decided against a childminder for less- she doesn't like her charges saying fart, instead they have to say parp... I can't see her and boy getting on at all. for heaven sake, a farts a fart and a burps a burp and a shovel is a tool for moving loose items.

Good news from chez uni, I think boy & I are finding a few friends here, had an invite back to play today and he and friend disappeared upstairs to bounce about and make a racket while friends mum and I had a cuppa.

anyone?

speaking of pop, i too have to confess to rather avoid hearing babyrella say "fart" so it is a windy pop here ridiculous i know but my gran always used to say this too and i think i'm fairly well adjusted as an adult, aren't i?

however for all of this babyrella came out with the f word today (in the coyest of fashion, knowing it was a "bad" word) oh the shame i demanded to know where she heard it but only got "don't know"...

get well soon to daisyboy!

hope everyone is feeling fine in the tea room tonight

How lovely to see you again, llandb. As you know, the tea room is open to all but this seems to be turning into new members' month. So welcome. Are you sure you wouldn't like some of linserella's gin before you nod off?

While we're still discussing bodily noises - - a dear friend's grandma used to say "I think I heard a mouse squeak".

Linserella - Sorry, can't remember if Babyrella is at school. I would blame the bigger children. Unless like me you tend to, ahem, forget yourself when driving!

I am feeling a bit droopy as I gave blood today and it always leaves me feeling a bit drained in every sense. Perhaps I'd better lay off the Bolly? Then again, MadBadBloke seems to have gone AWOL and I'm waiting to go out to my book group - grrr - so maybe I need a stiff drink? Or a shoulder rub from Mellors.

Anyone for another drink ?

Our middle cat has gone missing . Keep hoping she'll turn up, but she hasn't been back since we got back from holiday

MadBadBloke has turned up.

Would gladly exchange him for a cat.

What was his excuse ?

If you live close to a platelet donation centre, you could consider doing that rather than whole blood - when I was doing it, you were fed sandwiches, biscuits and tea the whole time, whilst watching tv, so I came out feeling better than I did when I went in

oh Thumb - pop pop!?!?! that's going to haunt you isn't it! HA HA HA HA HA

Mind you, DaisyBoy last week spilt some of his milk on the table and said, entirely causally, "oh bugger it, I've spilt some milk mummy" - which suggests I need to clean up my act

It may, therefore, not surprise you that we call farts farts in DaisyTouwers....but he does tend to say "oh mummy my bottom is speaking"

As to the Sick Update he is on the road to recovery. Having almost worn out a peppa pig DVD ("this is my brother George" is on a sort of perma loop in my mind and I think I may explode) he is decidely better. Still sort of wan and listless but not sick.

Welcome back lland yes, I remember your fine name, it first made me realise we were going to get on don't change it

Well done for giving blood Madbad - I am very impressed.

My Father loves to give a bit of blood too and is very proud of his keyring which he was awarded for giving blood urrrm - I don't know exacly how many times but lots of times.

Have you ever fainted? My Dad has really sticky out veins as soon as they see him they send him to the trainees corner. I think his arms are sort of the crayola chubbies of the vein world... one day a trainee forgot to turn something off or something or other and my Dad ended up in quite a state - poor thing! He spent the whole day recovering. I really developed an amazing respect for him when after such a hair raising experience he kept on going back to give even more blood and EVEN let the trainees do it again!

I am PMSL at not wanting to hear baby say "fart"... I have to admit to being an utter twat philistine and trying to get Jackbaby to say "fart" recently . Of course that day he was being stubborn and just kept giving me his "I am not a trained monkey and I do not perform on command" look... no doubt he'll come out with it, clear as a bell, at some totally inappropriate future moment .

Jackspapa has also taught Jackbaby to burp. Well... perhaps that's not entirely fair... what he did was utter a massive belch in front of JB, me, and my half-sister, and JB, seeing my half-sister's disgusted-but-laughing reaction and me PMSL at her, must have thought that this was worth emulating. So he now does hilarious fake burps for effect, and then doubles over laughing at himself. Strangely, his real burps don't make him laugh, however.

oh JM I am having a slightly hysterical recollection of Meet the Fockers and teh babysitting bit... it's first words and sticking its hands to the whisky bottle....

are JackHubby and Mr Racing related?

MadBad did you get to your book club? Mr MadandNaughtyBad seemed to get home very late

I think I have mentioned my expertise in the blood-giving arena already... fainting and knocking myself out cold on the floor while trying to reassure a first-timer that there was nothing to worry about.

JM: I have a date for my C-section now: 3 November, 39 weeks to the day, as long as my blood sugar behaves itself and Gatita doesn't fancy coming along earlier. I'm hoping for a less traumatic experience second time round. If I'm lucky I may even get to see/hold the baby before they dress and swaddle her like a mummy this time. But I'm not pinning my hopes on anything; once I leave hospital I can establish control on motherhood; it's not worth the heartache to try and impose it from hour 1.

I know, I am so silly! I used to say quite happily to him that he was having a farty-party in his nappy (he tends to do multiples) - it's just now he's repeating words, I suddenly chickened out!

We drove past an old WWII bunker the other day, and I heard him trying to say bunker in the back of the car - only it kept coming out as bugger...

Oh Catita how sensible you sound
I had a rather unexpected emergency Csection when DaisyBoyToBE was 36 weeks. I was lucky to just avoid a crash section but the tension was such that there was no discussion or birth plan. I didn't see or hold DaisyBoy naked or gunky, had no tummt time, missed the "golden hour" didn't feed him for some time, don't really remember the first few hours / days much etc

About 6 months later I had a period of remorse and grief for the labour and birth I didn't have (which I thikn is quite reasonable) and then a period of concern that I had somehoe damaged my relationsihp with DaisyBoy for life

I clearly remember one evening getting a bit maudlin with some wine and DaisyBloke saying "frankly Mrs D the idea of you being more bonded to DaisyBoy is a little bit terrifying" at which point I recovered

So, long winded way of agreeing - go with the flow, take as relaxed a view as possible and enjoy what you can!

Update on Wan but Stoic Boy

He is in exceptionally rude health and currently running around the kitchen with a Vioce Distorder. He alternatively shouts at his tummy "go away bug!" and says "mummy I'm hungry" I think he has, as they say, "bounced back"

So here is some celebratory carrot cake and it's rice and chicken for lunch

You do sound very chilled Catita. Although no csection, DS was plonked on me for 30 seconds whilst I cut the cord, then whipped off immediatly to SCBU, so I didn't see him for another couple of hours, and didn't hold him for another two days.

But he is very closely bonded to us, so I don't think it did him any harm.

Have just realised that I don't have a week not going anywhere for 6 weeks

No, I didn't get to my book group. By the time The Man To Whom I Am Mistakenly Married arrived home, it was more than half an hour after the group started and it felt too late to set off. It's not the book group, as such. It's the fact that this happens soooo often - he stays late at work to finish something and/or forgets that I need him to get home so that I can go out - and is so one-sided, because when he wants or needs to go out I have never let him down.

Sorry. No more moaning.

Daisy - Did I give birth to DaisyBoy? My birth experience sounds exactly like yours. In retrospect, I do think I should have asked to see MadBadBaby while she was still naked and gunky and had some tummy time. And it is hard not to be worried by all the propaganda/guff about the mother-child bond depending on that time but, really, DaisyBloke is right.

So, good luck Catita.

I am going out now for some retail therapy. A dress may be involved. I seem to have eaten nearly all of the latest batch of carrot and orange muffins, but there a few left on this charming antique plate with hand-painted roses upon it. Please help yourselves.

Come and have some birthday cake! Kids are troughing at the moment, on hot dogs and pizza, and watching a film (Hotel for Dogs), so I've got a few minutes peace!

Don't live in Dorset, no. We're on holiday down here, enjoying the rain

It seems that there are many of us who ended up with a c-section and in the whole drama/trauma surrounding the thing, "missed out" on all the things that later we realise that "everyone else" had. I got upset too by the whole thing: especially when Kittenito was forced fed formula for the whole time we were in hospital, despite me insisting on bf. Basiclly, the Dr. overruled me: it was valid for the first 24 hours since my high blood sugar at the time of birth put Kittenito into the risk of having a very low blood sugar for a bit afterwards. But, the bloody dr. prescribed formula for the whole time we were there and took no notice of me whatsoever. Grr.

But, getting home, I established bf, managed to do it unaided and unabetted, despite all that passed and despite my milk not coming in until 8 days after the birth. I bonded with Kittenito in the months that followed (I am very sceptical of the whole "love at first sight" thing these days, I don't think it works for all).

So, this time I have decided to let it all wash over me. All the advice I read etc etc might be very valid, but it turns out you can be unable to follow any of it and still bf, and still bond with baby.

Plus, my mum had her operation yesterday. She gets her results on 4 November. There isn't enough room in my small brain for more worries than strictly necesary.

I hope you are enjoying your holiday, despite the rain.

Hello everyone, thought I'd pop in to say "hi".

I'm knackered and in need of a cake and a Bolly.
Sounds like some of us will be glad when today is over. Just one question for you all, how are you meant to decide which to buy when you go bed shopping!? Must have tried about 50 000 mattresses now over several weeks, they all kind of feel the same now, except some make your wallet a LOT lighter.
Any tips????
Sorry, REALLY boring topic, I prefer the bottom burps topic! We've just taught our DD (who's 3) to blame whoever is out of the room at the time when she burps.

I'll stop whittering now.........

I have to say that our bed shopping tends to consist of bouncing on a number, me refusing to let DH buy an uberexpensive bed, and reaching some agreement. If you don't like to be hot at night, I wouldn't recommend a memory foam though - friends bought one and found it unbearable

Fingers crossed for your mum Catita