it’s because I’ve decided to stop talking about going self hosted and actually get on with it. I’m even going to try and do it myself (hahahhaha). So pooprainbows.com will be left languishing for hopefully just a few days. If you need a giggle in the meantime please just imagine how I’m getting on….
Wish me luck!
(and if anyone whose done this and would be willing to answer frantic, panicky tweets please announce yourself in the comments, muchas gracias!)
For me being 30 is…..
What does parenting in Thailand look like?
It looks like a tired Mama almost jumping out of her skin at a sudden, loud, crunching noise emanating from the air conditioner. It looks like her nervously investigating the things that then dropped from said air conditioner.
It looks like her clutching the Baby in horror for three long minutes while she waits to the severed lizard’s tail to stop wiggling of its own accord.
It sounds like her then asking weird, gross questions of the Mummy after the pieces of lizard have been disposed of.
Yup. This kind of stuff makes me feel a long way from home.
Hi everyone!
As Sarah over at Run Jump Scrap is skiving for a week doing some very important blog things she has asked me to step in and host the ‘Best and Worst’ linky, along with Helen at All The Beautiful Things. Fingers crossed I don’t screw it up!
You know when you’re desperate to hold someone’s baby but then also desperate not to if things go wrong? Yes, that’s pretty much how I’m feeling right now.
Ahem, anyway welcome to #bestandworst for any newbies and welcome to pooprainbows.com for any first timers. This is a linky, also known as a blog hop where we can all share our posts and read some new ones. Some of my best blogging buds, including Sarah have been found via linkys so do make sure you read and comment. You never know if you might be sowing the seeds of a new, bloggy friendship.
I hope you can come link up with me tomorrow for #bestandworst….if it works…
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Mondays are rough. I’m dragging my butt out of bed and saying goodbye to my tot when he is at his most charming. Then I spend the next 8 and a half hours in the company of other people’s children who, generally speaking, would rather not be at school. Sigh.
In order to lighten up the toughest day of the week I have decided to create ‘Share a Laugh’ day. Here I will post links to things which literally made me laugh out loud in hope that they will do the same for you.
This week is an oldie but a goodie. Hope this brightens up your Monday!
The hilarious Eh Bee Family:
I am starting a new feature on Sundays called ‘Mama Recommends’ in which, you guessed it, I recommend stuff. This might be a toy or product for the baby, a movie, a book, a day out… basically anything we’ve enjoyed as a family.
This week I would like to recommend something very dear to my heart.
Many moons ago, when the Baby was just a tiny tot, he was not a fan of car journeys. Which is to say he’d scream blue murder through every minute of our gridlocked, Bangkok car trips, to the point where he’d often projectile vomit all over himself.
Stressful doesn’t even begin to cover it. It is a special kind of torture being trapped in a small box with your beloved tot screaming his little lungs and lunch out.
Thankfully this awfulness was short lived as we discovered the joys of animated nursery rhymes. I say joys but for us adults they were often not joyful. So many videos were deeply irritating and catchy, horribly inappropriate or accompanied by pathetic cartoons. Often I’d rather listen to the Baby’s screaming. Then one day we stumbled across Little Baby Bum.
With eye catching animation, nicely sung songs and a variety of video clips to choose from, these videos have saved our butts on many a car journey and difficult time at home. We downloaded some videos from their website, loaded them onto our tablet which we attached to the headrest above the Baby’s car seat and we were away. The Baby loves them and it calms him right down 90% of the time. I don’t even feel guilty as the clips are educational, singing about colours, shapes, numbers and letters. Brilliant.
Mama recommends Little Baby Bum!
Image from littlebabybum.com
*Disclaimer: I was not requested to write this post or compensated in anyway, we just love these videos.
For me being in a proper, grown-up relationship was a steep learning curve. The Mummy and I have been together for four years and married for three. Here are somethings I had to learn quickly to make it work.
I can be a bit of a starfish when sleeping. I also toss and turn like an earthquake and am a notorious blanket stealer. I even occasionally accidentally try to smother the Mummy with my pillow when I roll over. Over the years I have tried to learn to roll gently without cocooning myself in the duvet, while being careful to stay on my side and keep my knees and elbows to myself. It’s a working progress.
2. Apologize.
It might be hard to believe but I am not perfect and sometimes behave like a right bi… witch. I have learned identifying a moment of being unreasonable and apologizing is helpful. Luckily the Mummy is a forgiving person otherwise she might have divorced me years ago.
3. Learn your spouse’s bug bears.
We all have things that really get on our wick and not all of those are shared by our spouse. ‘Helpful tips’ or micromanaging while I’m cooking, as I call it, drives me up the wall. Shoes on in the house pushes the Mummy’s stress levels and blood pressure up to breaking point. Learn not to push these buttons. Quickly.
4. Be grateful.
The Mummy does way too much for the Baby and I. Particularly so when I am incapacitated with my back problems….or an overindulgence in vodka and diet coke. Noticing that your clothes don’t stink, rats haven’t laid siege on the kitchen and there is no longer enough food on the floor to feed a small family, and thanking the person who did all that is a small gesture but it’s something. Thank you, Mummy! The Baby and I would be butt naked and starving to death in a pest infested hovel without you!
5. Be direct.
You might think your message will get through via a combination of hints, looks and passive aggressive comments but in most instances you’d be wrong. Save everyone a massive headache and tell your partner what you need from them, even if it seems ridiculous.
It totally worked. I felt loads better.
6. Pick your battles.
I don’t know about you but the sun doesn’t beam out of my sphincter. As wonderful as the Mummy is she’s not perfect either so some things I’ve learned to accept about her. I think she’s had to accept more about me though. Some things about her will never change, like her weird need to save and store packaging. If you can live with it, let it go. Save the interventions for the things which drive you barmy.
So there you have it. My suggestions for a pretty happy home life.
What tips do you have to make a relationship work over time?
I’m sorry if you are a classy person who is offended by that title but if you are you might be in the wrong place.
Poo is funny. I have chortled at oodles of poop jokes, puns and euphemisms. Just say the word poo to any little kid and you should get a great reaction from them. And possibly me too.
You know what’s not funny? Not pooping. Even less funny is when your kid can’t poop.
OK, so full disclosure I might have giggled a little at work while catching up on missed Facebook messages from the Mummy detailing inexplicable crying quickly followed by a nastily epic, birth-like poop. I’m pretty sure that had I been present for that particular nightmare I would not have been amused.
So send us easy movement thoughts as we sit here avoiding cheese and drowning the Baby in fruit juice. Sigh.
Today the Baby cured cancer, solved world hunger and achieved world peace.
OK, he didn’t but he wouldn’t have gotten a better reaction from me if he had.
Best. Feeling. Ever!
