Fashion Forward?

Fashion. It doesn't quite make the world go round but it fills magazines, has the power to make us feel good, bad and downright wrong and David Bowie wrote a song about it, so it must be a bit important. And I'm rubbish at it. So pity my poor children that I will be dressing them both for more or less the next 5 years, and even beyond that, I will be exercising my maternal power over their fashion choices;(.

I popped along to both the Mamas & Papas and JoJo Maman Bebe autumn/winter new collections this week and saw how I should be dressing my children. Mamas & Papas were unveiling their new children's range which now goes up to 6 years old and it made me wish I was a little girl again! I took lots of photos of both collections and all the yummy maternity wear too so you can have a sneak peak too. It's all really lovely stuff.

JoJo Maman Bebe just had wonderful bits too, and incorporated a good deal of their signature Breton stripe and floral prints (for the little girls). Naturally I wanted to buy the lot!

I have suddenly discovered, since Hunter has been of an age that I can dress him in lovely little boys clothes, that I would rather spend my cash (and his father's;)) on cute little outfits for him than get myself new shoes. Anyone who knows me even moderately well, will know that this is a bloody revelation! And just as we all have fashion foibles and no nos ourselves, I'm finding now that I'm foisting them on Hunter. For instance, I can't bear to see little boys dressed like little men, so Hunter possesses no shirts or ties, tank tops or blazers and leather jackets. I know that seems a bit petty, that's just me.

We won't know what flavour Hunter's sibling is for a couple more weeks but I have to admit, I will be very excited about the fashion aspect of having a little girl if that's what it is: Mamas & Papas even have "Mummy" and "Mini Me" matching dresses in this new collection, and yes, I will go there;).

I've been getting most of Hunter's threads from Mothercare, Mamas & Papas, JoJo Maman Bebe and Next but to be honest, you can get lovely kids stuff anywhere. Primark is great for basics (obviously if you get stuff that cheap, the quality will be a bit compromised) and my mum is a Marks and Sparks devotee. The world of childrenswear is vast and truly lovely and I look forward to making 2 more vicarious fashion journeys over the coming years. Enjoy the gallery of loveliness everyone!

Mamas & Papas maternity.

Mamas & Papas up to age 4

Day to night maternity with a removable collar

Look at that little dress! *squeaks*

Mamas & Papas up to age 6. 

If we have a little girl, I'm buying this:)

More age 6 mamas & Papas

Racks of Mamas & Papas joy

Cute new baby stuff at Mamas & Papas

Small clothes for very small people at Mamas & Papas

JoJo Maman Bebe boys bedroom. I've started saving;)

JoJo girls bedroom....

Thank heavens for little girls... JoJo Maman Bebe

KNITWEAR! At JoJo

Stripes, Dots and Flowers at JoJo

Stylish Bumpwear at JoJo

Sparkles!

Help! Where's the secret chocolate stash?!

I'm at that "difficult" stage of pregnancy #2. This was demonstrated to me with blinding clarity when I got the tube today and was eyed suspiciously by a few passengers clearly wondering "is she pregnant? Or is she fond of pies?". Kate Middleton I am not. But I only have myself to blame. I'm eating for 2 (horses). When I was pregnant with Hunter, I allowed myself as many treats as I liked, I really enjoyed eating whatever I wanted and I didn't feel bad about it in the slightest and there was a degree of moderation. This time around, my desire for anything sweet is not just a choice, it feels more like a compulsion;(. I watch TV and can't concentrate because I'll be fantasising about chocolate buttons, condensed milk, ice cream, Fab lollies, cake and donuts. Subsequently, I try not to keep that stuff in the house and so when I get desperate I have recently resorted to munching on sugar cubes or spoonfuls of golden syrup. I'm not proud of myself;((((.

Is my willpower just ruined by being knackered and looking after a baby/toddler hybrid on my own all day? Will I ever feel proud of my body again? I keep thinking about how it used to look, back in the heady days of the 90s. I was such a little hottie. Now I am a little fatty.....;)

Anyway, I'm just willing the bump to pop right out properly now so I can wear all my lovely maternity clothes. Mamas and Papas have kindly given me some gorgeous bits and I'm itching to get into them!

I decided tonight that I will keep a photo diary of my pregnancy and post the pictures: NOT instagrammed and NOT edited or airbrushed in any way and I will share them with you. Because I like to think I'm keeping it perhaps a bit more real than gym obsessed Kim Kardashian or Royal Stick Insect Kate Middleton (jealous, moi?). Here's hoping I don't turn into a weebl in front of your disbelieving eyes....

Here's the first 2: week 15.

Now then, where's that family pack of Jaffa cakes?

Sxxx

Week 15. pregnancy number 2. Feeling dotty;(.

Week 15. Side view. My norks are Out Of Control.....

SOS!

Well, if ever there was a story of the shape of things to come, it has been this weekend. Poor little Hunter has been really poorly (off to the docs this morning). Not sure what's up with him but he's been running a fever, won't eat at all (not even his favourite foods), will drink and has drunk LOADS of milk (so at least he's getting something good inside him), is sleeping quite badly and is a Very Unhappy Baby:(. Subsequently, Andy and I are Very Unhappy (and totally knackered) Parents. And it has impacted on me the worst because I am so tired and hormonal because of the new pregnancy. I can only hope that when we have 2 poorly babies in the not too far off future (it's bound to happen at some point, right?), the fact that I won't actually be pregnant by then, will mean that I am better able to cope. I'm just relieved that Hunter was poorly over the weekend so I had Super Dad on hand to help. (he is amazing. Thank you Andy for being such a patient and brilliant Daddy).

So that's where we are at the moment. To be honest (and it's a real shame) I have had no time to think about this pregnancy because I have my hands full with H all the time. I'm sure that's totally normal and what usually happens with second and then subsequent pregnancies. It's been a totally different experience and I have felt totally different too. For starters, all I have really done for the last 3 months is either be grumpy or weepy (other dwarves are available;)). Whether that is a pregnancy thing or whether it is because I am juggling full time motherhood with the first trimester challenges I don't know. I have also been insanely tired this time but again, is that because I am now working full time, with no time for naps?

I have pockets of real excitement but really, at the moment we are dealing with the day to day challenges of looking after a baby on the brink of toddlerdom. Can I be honest about something? Just these last few weeks, I have been craving time away from him. And it's making me feel dreadful about myself:(. I was LOVING my stay-at-home mum-ness until only a few weeks ago, then it suddenly just got relentless. Hunter is now a really tricky eater (not just when he's ill). Lovingly prepared meals are thrown on the floor. Sometimes, as soon as he sees the bowl, he starts to cry:-/. The only thing he'll eat with no fuss, is fromage frais. So I'm in all sorts of dilemmas about how to best approach these difficulties.

I consulted the toddler bible Toddler Taming and apparently you shouldn't force a baby to eat but similarly I don't want him to think that he'll still get his pudding if he hasn't eaten his main meal but then at the moment, he's too young to understand the concept of meal time discipline whereby he doesn't get his yoghurt if he doesn't eat his main meal. And of course, all I really want to do is get lots of goodness inside him and have him eat a balanced diet. It's a pain in the ass and it's getting me down.

I'm also finding that the flat walls seem to be closing in on me and I'm craving a family kitchen with a table in it we can all eat our meals at. At the moment, Andy and I eat on our laps in the living room and I have to get Hunter's high chair out of a cupboard to put up in our little kitchen 3 times a day. I realise I am a lucky girl to have my little Lily Pad in North London but it just seems so small to me now. (again, I realise that other people manage with no complaint, in much smaller places with much bigger families.) Am I just being spoilt? Anyway, we are moving to be nearer Andy's parents in the summertime and it can't come soon enough. Hopefully, we will be able to afford to rent a little house where we can all stretch out a little.

Anyway, that's me at the moment. Mrs Whinge-Bags;(. At that hideous stage of looking fat instead of pregnant, craving junk food (Dairylea Dunkers anyone? OMG, like crack cocaine to preggers here) struggling with a baby/toddler hybrid and no idea how to proceed. SOS! Or indeed, HELP! WHERE'S THE BLOODY MANUAL?!

Sx

Me and Daddy. Daddy and Me.

Happiness Is a Swing in Spring

Baby/Toddler hybrid thing;)

DING DING! Round 2!

Andy, Hunter and I are thrilled to announce that Hunter will be getting a little brother or a little sister in October sometime:).

SO! We will have 2 under 2.We must be MAD! But I was advised by my GP (who told me 70% of her referrals are fertility related) not to hang around lest my 40 year old eggs and ovaries give up the ghost;).  We feel very blessed that we are lucky enough to have another baby.

More to follow in the next few days but we wanted to share our happy news now that the uncertain first trimester is done and dusted.

Much love, exhilaration and trepidation,

The Merrys. xxxx

Baby Merry number 2 at 12 weeks and 3 days.

Now We Are 1!

So, my baby is not such a baby anymore. He is nearly 1!! I know it's the ultimate cliche but I don't know where this year has gone! Babies truly are time wasters that's for sure. I'd love to know how many minutes/hours/days I've actually lost just watching him play/sleep/eat/be;).

Obviously Hunter has changed beyond all recognition from the day he was pulled bottom first from my tummy on March 27th last year, but how have I changed? How has Andy changed? We may look the same on the outside (give or take a few pounds), but on the inside, I am an entirely different being. And I think the change is an improvement...

I would now define myself as a Stay At Home Mum, not a Broadcaster. Maybe a Mummy Blogger but essentially Hunter is my job now and although it is perhaps not as glamorous or perceivable fabulous as my previous life, I feel very proud with my new role.

The manicures, pedicures, haircuts, fashionable clothes and nights out have gone and sometimes I miss not being as groomed as I once was, but in their place I have had to learn qualities that I didn't previously have: I have learned to be patient, even when I am tired and frustrated. I have learned to be kind, and not to raise my voice, even sometimes when that frustration threatens to overwhelm me. I have learnt that someone else's needs and wants are now more important than my own. I have learnt to accept that sometimes, parenting can be relentless and incredibly hard but I have also discovered that being Mummy can deliver the most rewarding moments in my life so far, pockets of sheer joy and sublime happiness. Moments when you realise that nothing else really matters other than your little family. Moments of pure peace that I have never known before. If I could, I would have a whole brood of these gorgeous creatures;).

And so onwards we go, all of us: growing, changing, evolving. Now We Are 1.

So, what's next? Well perhaps our next year will be a year of 2s: Number 2? (child, not call of nature;)). The terrible 2s? Who knows what the year will hold. All I know for sure is that there's still no bloody manual and really, I still don't have a clue what I'm doing!

So what else have I learnt in this impossibly short year? Far too much to remember or bore you with but here are just a few things I've learnt that are impossible to forget:

You really do become inured to things that probably would have made you gag pre-baby: yes, your beloved offspring's shit DON'T stink;(. Well, not to you anyway.

Similarly, you will no longer be totally grossed out by kissing your infant and somehow managing to get some of their baby snot in your mouth.

You will discover that it is nigh on IMPOSSIBLE to feed your child without opening your own mouth when you want them to open theirs. It's TRUE! Watch your friends feed their kids...

You will discover that there is not a mess in the land that cannot be cleared up with baby wipes. They are the parenting equivalent of gaffer tape in the adult world. They fix everything.

Suddenly, you'll discover that you have hitherto hidden talents in the world of entertainment. Someone will always laugh at your stupid faces. Who cares if they're only 11 months old?;).

Anyway, I must go. Another glittering day lies ahead of me, mainly involving a dribbling, teething toddler, the interesting nappies that can accompany those troublesome teeth and perhaps to really shake things up, we might take a trip to a soft play centre........;)