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Happy Birthday ‘Princess’ Ava

It’s hard to believe that 4 years have passed since Andy and I became parents for the first time and how surreal those early days were with such a small baby. To look at Ava on her 4th birthday on Sunday, you would never have guessed how she started out in life. We are incredibly fortunate and even on days when she tests us to the limit (and there are many of these as we have a ‘spirited’ one!), we still know how very lucky we are.

Ava’s 4th birthday feels like an opportune moment just to remind you that part of my motivation for writing this blog is to raise money for BIBS (Babies in Buscot Support) so if you enjoy reading this blog, I would love it if you would consider a small donation to help other parents who are just starting their journey – https://www.justgiving.com/IDidItMummy

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Ava at birth and on her 1st, 2nd, 3rd and 4th birthdays
 

For the last year I have been keeping a note of some of the classic one liners that have slipped out of Ava’s mouth so here are a few of the highlights. I think Peppa Pig has a lot to answer for!

  • Huddle.
  • Stop Daddy, I’m eating noodles.
  • Ben, you need your fruit and vegetables to grow big and strong.
  • I need to get my exercise.
  • I want to make a snowman and throw snowballs.
  • I want to go into space in a rocket.
  • I’m a princess.
  • I have brown poo, Ben has yellow poo. I eat food, Ben has milk.
  • What’s that noise? It’s me. (Ava’s popping!)
  • This much, moon and back. (What we say every night before bed.)
  • Ben’s a boy, I’m a girl. I have lady bits, Ben has a willy.
  • I want to plant a biscuit tree.
  • I can see Ben’s willy. It is small.
  • Mummy turn it down, I’m talking on the phone.
  • Are we nearly there yet?
  • I like pate on toast. It’s delicious.
  • I’m really bored.
  • It’s not fair.
  • I want a phone and a watch for my birthday. I need a phone to play with you and I need to know what the time is.
  • I did one and two poos. It looks like sausages!
  • When I’m a Mummy, I’m going to have Rosie and Robbie in my tummy. I want a boy and a girl.
  • I just talked to my tummy and it’s hungry.
  • Oh wow, I want to do that when I’m older! (talking about the Olympic diving!)
  • When we die, we are gone.
  • It hurts when the doctor takes a baby out of your tummy Mummy.
  • I don’t like dog sausages.
  • All aboard me parties.

Mrs P stars in her own version of The Great British Bake Off

With Ava’s 4th birthday now only 2 sleeps away, I have competed in my annual version of The Great British Bake Off. Ok so Mary Berry and Paul Hollywood are hardly likely to pay a visit to my kitchen but the pressure of having ‘the cake’ on show for the scrutiny of all my Mummy friends at Ava’s 4 th birthday party this Sunday is surely on par. For those of you attending said party, as I know quite a large proportion of my current readership will be there, I really don’t take cake making that seriously. As a Stay-at-home Mum, I personally don’t feel justified in buying a cake or paying for someone else to make one but I certainly don’t judge those that do. I’ll let you into a little secret though – I have bought the fairy cakes so I’ll let Ava loose on the decoration of these!

So here is the finished article and I think it’s my best one yet!

4th Birthday Cake

I must say a couple of thank yous for this effort…

1. Thank you to Andrea of Andrea’s Celebration Cakes for sending through the recipe for the Madeira cake. It was a little cheeky to ask for a recipe but a friend and I are doing a cake decorating course with Andrea in a few weeks time which I will no doubt report on here.

2. Thanks to my husband Andy for saving me from a cream and jam disaster. Benjamin’s 1st birthday cake lacked jam so I decided that I would spread jam over both halves, only to discover that I then couldn’t spread the cream! Jam scrapped off and a sliver taken off the end of the cake with a sharp knife rescued the situation.

3. Thank you to my mother-in-law Nadine for helping me to lay the royal icing on the cake and for suggesting the twisted trim around the bottom which I think really finishes off the cake nicely.

If you’re interested in the recipe for the cake and a few helpful hints for cake making that have been passed onto me, then please read on…

Madeira Sponge Cake (7inch square tin/8 inch round tin)
12 oz Self Raising Flour
10 oz Caster Sugar
10 oz Butter (I used Stork as recommended on my cupcake decorating class)
5 medium eggs
2 tbsp milk

Preheat oven to 150°C
Sift flour into bowl and add all other ingredients
Using a mixer, beat for 1 minute
Spoon mixture into a tin 3/4 full
Scoop some of the middle and place it round the edges

A couple of other useful hints I have picked up are:
Place a bowl of water at the bottom of the oven to make the cake more moist.
Add a 1/4 teaspoon of glycerine per egg, also to increase the moisture content.
Grease the baking tin before laying baking patchment in the tin.
Use a cocktail stick and dip in a small amount of paste to colour the royal icing. The more dips, the deeper the colour.

Baking time: 1hr 10mins

I filled the cake with strawberry jam and buttercream (4 oz butter and 8 oz icing sugar)

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First words

In the last few weeks Benjamin has finally uttered his first proper first words. He’s been saying ‘mama’ and ‘dada’ for a while but it turns out that his ‘dada’ has been coaching him. Of course getting him to say his first words on video required a little prompting but if you listen hard, you’ll just about be able to make it out…http://youtu.be/eW9Xl3FYVRg

tickle tickle tickle

Did you hear it? He can say ‘tickle tickle tickle’!

Ava is trying to do a little prompting of her own and is trying to get Benjamin to say ‘car’ which was her first word. Her perseverance has paid off as he can now say car and even knows which are my car keys, however sadly there is no video evidence of this.

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I pledge allegiance to my hair

In my post entitled ‘9 years of matrimony and it’s time for a change’ – https://ididitmummy.com/2012/09/07/9-years-of-matrimony-and-its-time-for-a-change/, I said that I was in need of a mini-makeover. Last week it was time to tackle my hair. I posted on Wokingham Gossip Girls requesting recommendations for a hairdresser who specialised in curly hair, as I was determined to embrace my naturally curly locks.

It was 9.45am in the morning when I entered the hairdresser with an over-tired young Master Popple. I sat down in the chair, the hairdresser came over and said ‘what can I do for you today?’ I explained my history of bad hair days and that I was looking for a manageable curly hairstyle that I could wear down . I promise I used the word ‘curly’. The hairdresser talked about trimming the ends off. I said my husband wouldn’t even notice I’d been to the hairdressers. She said ‘we could take it a bit shorter and I’ll smooth it out for you’, at which point words failed me. This was the moment where I was supposed to say ‘but I want a curly down style’, but no, the allure of smooth, straight locks once again rendered me mute.

45 minutes and many tears later (from the boy) and my smooth, straight hairstyle was complete.

Straight hair

Straight hair

I was delighted and decided that I would not be washing my hair again until it started to itch. 3 days later and the inevitable happened. Hair washed and I decided that I would see what the curly downstyle looked like. Needless to say there is no photographic evidence of the bush. The only thing that could save my hair now was product so a quick trip to Boots and a selection of shampoos, conditioners and the obligatory 3 Day Straight™ Semi-Permanent Styling Spray from the John Frieda range and I was ready to reinstate my straight hair. And the ghds have made a return from the wilderness too. Next step, Brazilian Blowdry?

So my pledge to my hair is to maintain a straight style unless attending an 70s/80s fancy dress party. How long will this last?

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A lesson in sharing

It turns out even the big kids need to learn how to share, the road that is. This certainly wasn’t a lesson I was expecting to learn from my speed awareness course. Those of you who have been reading my blog for a little while now, will know that a couple of months ago I was issued with my first speeding offence letter – refer back to my post entitled ‘A first I am not proud of’ – https://ididitmummy.com/2012/08/01/a-first-i-am-not-proud-of/.

Anyway today was the day I attended my speed awareness course. I was expected to arrive at 12.15pm, with the promise that if I didn’t turn up on time, I would not be allowed on the course and would instead face the 3 points on my licence and a fine that I had tried to avoid. Needless to say I wasn’t the only person who turned up 15 minutes early. On arrival, the man on reception treated us to a joke about being sent off for fingerprinting in the next room. Being gullible, I believed this was possible. Afterall, if I could drive 4 miles per hour over the speed limit, what other offences may I be capable of?

Upon entering the classroom (it really did feel like being back at school), we were greeted by a prim and proper lady in her late fifties who took no nonsense. It didn’t take much observation to see that the girls heavily outweighed the boys by about 2 to 1. As the lady in her early seventies next to me said, it was certainly girl power or should that be girls massive fail.

It turns out there are a few myths about this course. There are no videos with blood and gore of horrific road traffic accidents and I was not patronised for four hours. Instead the focus was on educating the road user, which was achieved through a combination of Powerpoint presentation, video clips showing braking distance testing, stills of roads where accidents had occurred and discussion around hazards, plus a few ‘Who Wants To Be A Millionaire’ style questions on key road statistics, complete with voting pads. Did you know that in the Thames Valley there are approximately 350 speed cameras, of which only 22 are switched on at any one time and that the orange speed cameras cost around £30k to construct and erect? So it turns out the local council isn’t really trying to make money out of unsuspecting road users. In fact, the £90 I spent on the course is self-funding, whereas any money from fines goes straight back to central government. Another myth uncovered or have I just been brain-washed?

So from this day forth,  I will observe the gateway speed signs and will no longer break the speed limit, even if I am running late. I will plan to leave a little bit earlier or arrive late, safe in the knowledge that no one has been harmed by my presence on the road that day. I will watch out for hidden dips, junctions and buses pulling out. I will learn to share the road with other road users, including pedestrians, bikes, motorbikes and other vehicles (even the lorries on the A34 that insist on overtaking on the hill)  and I will be assertive enough when someone tail gates me not to feel under pressure to put my foot on the accelerator but instead will move it gently over to the brake pedal. I will make it my mission to be a better road user and encourage others to do the same through my actions. AA Drive Tech you can consider me educated.

I now have to keep my fingers crossed that the mobile speed camera on the A329 the other day, did not clock me at over 70 miles per hour so only another 6 days to sweat it out to see if I could yet face a fine and 3 points on my licence. No special invites to speed awareness courses for repeat offenders.

I am now pondering whether to book myself on an advanced driving course or perhaps a skid pan experience. What do you think? It could make a good blog post.

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