Hello all, at work, it's September, and feeling all positive here! Well, apart from one thing - as I came in through the main doors - main university entrance, I stress - I saw the lift was about to go up and I work on the third floor, so I decided to dash for it, but instead slid a couple of metres on the side of my shoe and landed on the floor on my side with my legs splayed in front of the full lift. Lovely. Seriously bruised.
Anyhow, Iestyn was good last night and woke at 7.30, but I made myself tea and then fetched him. This is the first time I've done it since stopping bf. I just put him down with his toys, and he played for a bit, and then came to be cuddled loads but didn't try to attack my breasts. So seems that all is well there, and I'm no longer bfing. Mixed feelings, but I do wonder whether I'm feeling more in control today because I am in control: of my own body.
Debs poor Tristan - it's such bad luck when one child has a catalogue of things and another has none. You might have been half joking about his good looks but I think he actually is good looking.
ktpie I was really nervous about the mmr too, mainly the whole fallout afterwards (as you all know!) but in fact it passed without a hitch. No reactions at all. But (also as you probably know) I have a tendency to fixate on things. At the moment I have this ridiculous fear of Iestyn choking on something at my Mum's or at nursery.
Ali and Sybil stick to cakes then? Maybe you should do it yourselves as a precaution. Personally, I hate sugar in drinks or on cereal unless it's been fully processed i.e. chocolate and cake...biscuits...
Nothing to add on the school run having never done one. But I suspect things are a bit different out in the sticks here? I'm in work in jeans today (just as well it wasn't a skirt this morning) but I find floaty tops to be the best thing at the mo. Although people think I'm pg. And I assume the elasticated waists are for the children not the mums?
I was also going to say that DH is good when he's here, but actually I had a big shout at him yesterday for being totally gormless. God, he needs to grow up! I left him with Iestyn from 11.45 till 12.30, and instructions to give Iestyn lunch. He did - he found the bolognese sauce I had left on top of the fridge freezer to defrost, and gave Iestyn that. i.e. just the sauce, no pasta or anything, and cold, with frozen bits in. I can't cook, but I can think things through!!! He also 'forgot' to change Iestyn's nappy - so 9am till 12.30 in one nappy. Not the end of the world, but still... He then said 'oh you're in control with the food and things and I can't be' which made me very , because I only am because I have to be, and I can't cook really but I can follow a recipe: in other words, I can read!!
And back to calm...