I've had to scroll back up to post - sorry - epic post rant. Here, have a 
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Stunt Crash Test Dummies?
Oh my, I had one (their only?!) of their albums. Ace. Must have another listen. Happy birthday!
A film JJ?! I don't think I look good on camera ever.
I'm another for whatever weaning! I'm doing mushed up breakfast, blw snacks, blw lunch, and then either mush or blw for dinner.
I was waiting for 6 months, and still am. O is just starting to show interest in grabbing things on plates, but I get it before he shoves it in his mouth. We are trying to include him in meal times, so he starts understanding about eating.
I'm guessing he just isn't a milk fan. He isn't taking much at the moment, today he had 4oz, 3oz, 6oz, 3oz, 6oz. I think I could wean sooner than 6 months, but I'm not sure he will gain anything much, so I will hold off unless real clear signs are evident.
Re: sleep regression, well if we are through the worst of it fucking pleeeeeeeeeeeeeease then it did last 3-4 weeks here.
He did a 7.30 feed (bed 8.30) til 4am last night, and then a fully settled sleep in the basket til my alarm woke him at 7.30. Which was fabulous especially as DP did the feed!. I liked that. That was a nice compromise. 2 decent chunks of sleep really.
Took them to the waterpark this afternoon. O cried at the coldness at first, but soon seemed to enjoy it. He lacks confidence at first, but soon gains it when he stops being a wuss cold. I took him round the lazy river about 6 times, in the wave pool, and in the kids pool, and down a little kids slide thank fuck fat ass did not get stuck. Then we took him in a bubble pool, and had some lovely pictures of him and DS1. Then while I was dunking him, the camera man got some sneaky shots that I didn't realise. I'm gutted though as they told us it was 19 francs (around £15) for 3 printed pics, and a disc. Was paying for them when I realised the card machine fuck you dad said 90 francs which was £64!!! The guy realised he had got his nineteen and ninety mixed up. So I was gutted at not getting the pictures. Not paying £64 fucking quid though!!
He even had a good 90 minute nap while there, and I ended up waking him! The noise lulled him to sleep easily! He was a little star really!
My dad is still controlling the money. 
I got really cross this morning. We were going to the shop, I explained I needed extra swim nappies for O, as we only brought 1 with us, and would need extra for the waterpark. I also wanted to get something for a friend who is dog sitting. So I said to my dad can you please change this money. So he says something along the lines of you don't need to change it. I said, no I wanted to change it. He did not change it.
So once again, we were at the shops and I could not buy things as and when I wanted. I got really quite mad. So I decided fuck it, and started putting what I wanted in the trolley, and just casually said, oh I've got my card, I'll just pay with that and ignore the hefty charge. So he conceded by paying, and I gave him the sterling. So, still no money in my pocket.
While we were at the waterpark my dad loaded his wristband with money for drinks etc. Nothing on ours, and we could not put any on. I was sat with him, while O was sleeping, and he went to the bar and came back with a beer. No drink for me. No offer of would you like a drink I was gasping. If I had known he was going to the bar I could of asked, but he said nothing.
Eventually he got us ice creams which I didn't want, I have sensitive teeth. Then one drink, and one portion of chips to share between 4 of us. 
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I just don't fucking get it. I can not go anywhere, he lives out the way, no shops near by that I have noticed, no car I can drive. I can't go anywhere to exchange money. I feel totally restricted and restrained and it is making me so cross. My poor mum poor fred too will be listening to my bitching as soon as I get home.
Yes, he has form for this btw. But not in this way. But yes, controlling of money is a habit he has.
Still, one more full day. I have the worlds supply of Raclette cheese in my case, and a shed load of swiss chocolate, so that will be great to get home too!
And my bed. Oh. How I have missed you bed!
G'night, and good fucking luck one and all!