bottle or breast which is best?

The arguments on what is best for baby can go on for days or weeks or months. I must admit, my 2 boys I bottle fed, and they thrived and are of sound mind.....?? :)
Gracie, I expressed milk and bottle fed it to her for 6 months. She did well, she thrived.
Harlow I breastfed, I am still breastfeeding, she is 8 months old now. I keep thinking I need to bottle feed her formula now, as that is what people are telling me, and what I keep telling myself... will it make her sleep through the night?? I know I sound totally stupid, I know I do, but...... could it have some truth to it?
Anyhow that is what is on my mind right now......

Chicken nuggets for the soul

Supper is a time for the family to come together as a unit. To talk about our day, to laugh to just be happy. How wonderful it is that mum has set the table with clean linen, with knives and forks. To sit down with lovely tasty food that our mother has made specially for us. How lucky we are....
Yeah.....right....Not at this house.  Take a right out of this house, then a left and another right, to the delorean time machine and set it to 1950.......

Suppertime here is different, it's like a horror movie.

SO........................

Tonight, I am trying a different approach for supper. Feeding Sean and Gracie what  know they'll eat, a plate of chicken nuggets, grapes cucumber carrots and an orange..... A bit of a mixture.......But, I couldn't handle the suppertimes as they were..... Stress, the kids complaining, whinging and just not eating.
All I can hear now, is...well, nothing.... It's great. So when my husband gets home, maybe we'll get to eat supper in peace....maybe??!
I am actually contemplating making a 'tapas' type super supper most nights.... See how it pans out!!

Eating dinner in peace.

Last night, was the 1st time in a long time, that me and my husband have eaten dinner by ourselves.
It was our anniversary, thus, a present to ourselves.
Sat, just the two of us, the background noise of knifes and forks, people chatting, waitresses tottering to and fro with their curiously short skirts...We were making a decision on what to have for the starter, was so relaxing, it was fabulous!

I had a glass of wine, while we occasionally talked about funny things that had happened that week. It's a crazy busy household we have, we sometimes forget to realize how great we have it!
When dinner arrived, we ate it without any interruption, such a relaxing evening.....Well.... I mean a lovely 2 hours.
After the meal we went to collect our wonderful amazing, crazy, noisy kiddies from my friend, who was gracious enough to watch them for us.

Such a great 2 hour break from our crazy household!!

Goodnight Nicholas, Goodnight Sean, Goodnight Gracie, Goodawake Harlow....

After having 3 kids that slept really well from a young age, Along comes kiddie number 4, Little Harlow . Bright of the eyes and spirit, A quick and nimble crawler.....Happy and contented most of the time......
Likes to try out her newly sprouted teeth on various chew toys, cell phones and her mum's boobie.
Overall a cute girl.

Although I think she's one of 'those' kids....Yeah, a non sleeper...
In the past, I used to look down on mums of non sleepers, "It' the parents fault"!! I'd say.
We've all thought, nah, I won't be one of those parents who ends up with a non sleeper. Here I am though, little Harlow, she won't nap or sleep well for me. If she does nap it's a maximum of 40 minutes once a day.
So what should I do....
(1) Accept the fact, and move on......

(2) Start drinking MORE coffee                                    
(3) Start drinking MORE wine.
(4) Accept the fact, and move on......
or
(5) Accept the fact and move on.......

Well I am out of ideas.... Just hope it's a phase that's she going through.
I am sure when I am old and decrepit in the nursing home I will look back at my sleepless little Harlow with a smile on my wrinkled face. As I sit in my floral rocking chair, overlooking the other nursing home patients, hoping that one of my kids comes and visits me, sometime soon...... Otherwise the will is being re written, and all my Justin Bieber records are going to charity instead!!

Happy Anniversary.........

Many years ago, Maggie lived in a little town by the name of Little Hulton. Sounds like a cute quaint name for a town doesn't it? Well don't be fooled.
In that small town, lived a girl by the name of Maggie.  Maggie was a simple girl, simple of the mind and soul....... Liked to party with her friends and have a few drinks, a few or a lot, mainly a lot of drinks though!

One cold night in February 1996, Maggie decided that she wanted to cut some rug inside the indie club called 42nd Street. This club was a small dungeon type of idea with the stench of stale beer in the air,  ah, memories..........melt my heart.

There, across the dance floor was a man by the name of Richard. He was very drunk, very drunk indeed.
He stumbled across the floor and headed towards Maggie. He had decided that she'd do.


They talked and talked for 5 minutes and exchanged telephone numbers.
The next day Richard called Maggie to meet him, but Maggie thought that he was probably a weirdo and declined. The week after they met up, with much hesitance from Maggie, as she thought that he was probably some lunatic that was going to boil her and make soap out of her remains. But she has decided to not listen to her inner voice and just go and meet him.

They got on ok, so decided to continue seeing each other........
2 years later...............................
Maggie was knocked up with little Nicholas, so a house was bought and they lived in this house happily. 6 years passed and another little one by the name of Sean came along, chubby as chubb can be.
After trying before she bought, Maggie decided that it was time to get married, and so they did.

 a year passed and they decided to live in Canada.
In 2008 little Gracie came along and then came Harlow in 2011. All in all, a good time had by all.

Happy Anniversary Mr Keefe.

Do they hang low, do they waddle to and fro?

There comes a time in every woman's life, that the above will be a reality.
Ever since nursing Harlow I have noticed a change in my Betty Boops. See,...... she refuses now to nurse from the right side, so I have my left mondo 2 sizes bigger than the right.
I have tried to embrace my freakishly large bussom or my teeny tiny bussom, but just can't bare to look at them. I think better outta sight out of mind.

So, I better be saving for either a boob job, or a really fantastic bra, or boobie covers as Sean calls them.  It's funny as Gracie points to my boobs on a daily basis with "those are Harlow's"!!!

Fine line between love and cake.

I love a good cake, who doesn't?
Chocolate, vanilla, marble they're all good.
Although I am at the stage where I need to watch what I eat, I'm in my 30's and still have 14lbs of baby weight to lose. I could have lost the remainder of this weight if I would have put my mind to it, but food is too delicious and exercise is too much hard work.

But, I have to make a commitment to myself to get back in shape an lose this damn 14lbs, I hate being this weight.
Maggie will be skinny, Maggie WILL be skinny!