Ouch!

Oh dear.

Our usually placid Daddy, bellowed and I came running in from the kitchen to find him doubled over a holding out baby girl for me to grab.

Our usually happy and fairly well behaved boy was torn between laughing & looking sheepish.

It appears he'd gotten rather over excited during an episode of Peppa Pig, ran around like a maniac and thrown himself at Daddy. As he's now about head height to Daddy's waist, it was around this groin area he decided to bite.

Ouch! But I did struggle to keep a straight face when I told him off!

Out of the Mouths of Babes....

We've all got a funny story or two to share about the funny things our little ones have said and this one had us in stitches recently....

We were at the christening of a friends baby and all was quiet in the church as the priest read his sermon. Until our own little man piped up quite clearly '.....hmmm, Mummy? It's all nice a quiet in here except for him.' Cue pointing directly at the priest. 'That man keeps talking!' & we dissolved into fits of laughter like naughty school children.

There is such a thing as a free lunch!

Stereotypical I know, but the British are known for their stiff upper lip and formal manner and not for a knack of complaining. When I say 'knack', I mean it. It really is a skill and I have learnt from the master (my mother).

I don't mean complaining for the sake of it and there is nothing worse than the attitude you sometimes encounter, of a patron snapping their fingers at a waiter and moaning loudly and obtusely. But where service and standard are lacking and we are spending our hard earned money, I do think a word, letter or email to the right person is warranted.

So when we went for breakfast recently and our drinks didn't arrive until we had almost finished eating cue upset toddler, I sent an email. Low and behold we had a phone call from the manager of the establishment apologising and asking if they could  prove to us how good their service usually is. I of course, gladly accepted whilst making it clear that the staff were lovely, there just didn't seem to be many of them. So the other night we had a lovely FREE family dinner.

As far as I'm concerned it's win-win. We don't end up bitter and complaining about them to all our friends and we have a free meal, which in the current recession is a big bonus. The restaurant get to rectify the problem, avoid the issue for future customers and retain our custom.

So there is such a thing as a free lunch (or dinner in this case)!

And by-the-by, yes it does work both ways & we also email to say thank you for exception service too!

How Times Have Changed

Life has changed (for the better I might add)......

Question of the day so far: 'Mummy, what's a donkey actor?'

Quite a different start to the old days of getting up, off to the office, work & adult conversation. Still working on just how to answer this one!

My first ever post/blog or whatever I'm supposed to call it, is born not out of a delightful incident with the babies (sorry children), but righteous indignation.

I don't often have the chance to sit down and read a magazine or good book these days, but yesterday I had a bath and actually took an afternoon nap after a particularly horrendous night due to teething tears and an toy-induced accident. The boy fell on Thomas the Tank in bed after throwing himself backwards and cutting his head, cue upset mummy/son and some disturbed sleep.

Anyway, I still maintain a Christmas subscription to a well known magazine and was quite looking forward to having a relax and read. I ignored the ridiculously priced shoes and clothes an instead read an article about the need for keeping up-to-date with popular books/TV shows/films/albums etc. All well and good and in an ideal world this might be quite fun. But as I read down I came to realise that the writer was perfectly serious when they recounted the story of a friend being questioned on the relative merits of two shows at a dinner party and then feeling the need to bluff their way through the question when they hadn't watched either.

My problem with the article is as follows: a) who still has time for dinner parties b) do they really mean a take-away, bottle of wine & bit of banter and c) who really cares? I'm all for a good chat about your favourite programme but do people really 'compare & contrast'? This sounds more like a school essay to me and if this actually does happen, would you really need to lie about not having seen it? Do the people that write these things live in the real world, or perhaps I just need to realise that I am no longer part of their target demographic?!

Perhaps I'm just so far entrenched in Mummy-dom that I'm just out of touch. The highlight of my day was buying my toddler some 'special tissues' to blow his nose on rather than letting him pretend to kiss me and actually wiping the snot across my forehead. It made us all happy though:-)