Posts in the Adventures category
1. Finding more thrifted vintage Pyrex. I’m looking forward to filling it with hearty dishes like fish pie, lasagne and bread & butter pudding // 2. Getting into my old faithful jeans // 3. Receiving a great new book to review // 4. Winning a lovely handmade brooch, thanks to Vicky from The Linen Garden // 5. Being sent a beautiful crochet blanket made by the mister’s grandma – perfect for autumn picnics // 6. Enjoying Beatrice’s squidgy little feet // 7. Eating apple crumble and custard: autumn in a bowl // 8. Taking Charlie and Florence to paint pots // 9. Waiting for it to be cold enough to wear my new thrifted coat (Antoni & Alison: £7!!!)
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So we survived the first six weeks and more importantly baby Bea survived us!
Crucial to this survival have been a number of tactics I readily employ, which I’m about to list here.
(NB if anyone reading this is seeking serious practical advice on baby-rearing, you’d do well to visit one of those proper websites or, you know, ask your health visitor – this is “just for fun”).
1) Get out and about
I love day-tripping! First of all, getting out of the house means you’re no longer staring down the mountain of washing or other household tasks that have mounted up with a newborn baby and ‘out of sight is out of mind’. Second, fresh air is really good for you and baby – many say it helps them sleep better y’know. Third, having a shining beacon of hope marked on your calendar gives you something to aim for and look forward to, whether it’s a night away, visiting a new town (think of the yet to be explored thrifting opportunities) or just a simple picnic in the park. Please see previous post on our mini babymoon.
So when the initial flurry of cute baby cards and pretty gifts have dried up, you need something to look forward to in the post. After all there’s nothing more depressing than bills or another takeaway flyer. Make sure you have something nice to open in a morning – it might even inspire you to get dressed, who knows? Subscribe to a couple of your favourite magazines or treat yourself to a little something in the online sales. Accessories are good because they always fit! Which leads us onto…
3) Treat yourself
After months of wearing elasticated waistbands and lycra dresses, I pounced on a pair of proper fitted trousers I found in the charity shop the other day. They instantly make me feel a bit smarter and the bright red colour really cheers me up. It needn’t cost much, just a new lipstick or nail varnish, but make sure it’s something that makes you feel like ‘you’ again.
This needs no explanation really. The mister is still baking Herman cakes and freezing them so we’ve had cake on tap, which is nice (whether you’re breastfeeding or not).
5) Tea (out of my lovely flask)
I treated myself to a new flask (which is currently my new favourite thing). But as William Morris advised, this is really useful as well as beautiful. It’s the perfect size to accompany me on walks with the buggy and provides me with a welcome cup of tea wherever we end up (especially if I stop to feed the baby). Also, this may sound slightly bonkers, but I’ve even made up a flask to keep by the bedside sometimes so I always have a sip of tea available, day or night, during those long feeding sessions. I love tea!
6) Box sets
While we’re on the subject of long feeding sessions, a good box set is a must. I’ve really got into Game of Thrones (yes, I’m late to the party I know), which has provided essential viewing while trying to stay awake for the midnight feed. Having gorged myself on Season One, I’m now experiencing withdrawal symptoms (it’s like Mad Men all over again).
7) A face saver
I’m 36 and frankly I no longer have the spare collagen for this baby malarky so in an effort to ward off yet more wrinkles I thought I’d invest in something good for my skin. Luckily my friend who has her own handmade skincare range called Myroo, has just created a facial serum. It smells divine, is completely natural and my skin just seems to drink it up. I’m sure it must be doing some good.
So there you have it, my totally non-scientific and quite ridiculous guide to coping with a newborn. Of course, I must say, I have had lots of help from the mister, grandparents and lovely friends who have made the last six weeks a lot easier. That’s another top tip: take advantage of any help you can get. Superwoman only exists in comic books y’know.
P.S. Got any more top tips of your own? Spill the beans then, I’m all ears!
The whisking away of other halves for romantic overnight stays becomes incrementally more difficult with every child you have. This is one of life’s hard lessons I’ve learned (unless you are one of the lucky ones with grandparents on tap).
However the mister’s parents (who live in New Zealand) have been visiting us while Bea is little and have been super helpful looking after our two other monsters. So I pounced upon this opportunity to book a one night holiday as a belated birthday present for him.
Given half a chance we always head to the coast, so off we (the two of us and baby makes three) trotted to Robin Hood’s Bay for a fish and chips lunch by the seaside, washed down with lots of tea from the flask followed by a lovely windswept coastal walk to blow the cobwebs away.
The steep hills and rugged coastline meant that the baby sling was quite the thing for Bea. She loved it in there all snuggled up but still able to see out and keep an eye on everyone. I think the mister quite likes soaking up all the attention from passing females too!
Later on, we drove into Whitby and checked into our room at Shepherd’s Purse. I’m a big fan of the gorgeous shop on Church Street and there’s also accommodation available in the pretty courtyard behind; perfect for a mini stop over.
We had planned to go out to a restaurant for dinner but all that sea air had tired us out so instead we stayed in and scoffed a yummy seafood pizza from the local Italian and quaffed a bit of champagne to toast the occasion.
The next morning we pottered around the cobbled streets of Whitby, looking in vintage shops and bookstores before hotfooting it to my favourite local tea room, Marie Antoinette’s (this is so good I think it deserves a mention in my Tea room Tour so more of that later).
A quick stop off at Sands End for another beach walk and a takeaway tea (there must always be lots of tea consumed at the seaside) and then we set off back home. It was 24 hours of loveliness.
Ahhh stolen moments.
Here are some snaps.
Okay I wasn’t exactly skipping but regular readers of this blog might remember how much I love lavender; the smell of it, the look of it and even the taste of it. Following my first trip to Norfolk last year, I discovered the joys of lavender flavoured food. I’m also partial to a lavender scented hand cream and a few drops of lavender essential oil transforms any bath of mine from a quick dip to a lovely wallow.
So, it seems bizarre that I’d never visited Yorkshire Lavender before now – yes a lavender farm right on my blummin’ doorstep. As well as swathes of beautiful lavender (over a hundred different varieties) there’s also a gift shop where you can stock up on bunches of dried lavender (great for making your own pomanders) plus beauty products, oil and other pretties.
I’d also heard really good things about the tea room and overdosed slightly with lavender infused tea and lavender ice cream, which came with the BEST lavender shortbread ever. *wanders off in a dreamy, lavender haze*
…my life feels like a bit of a waiting game at the moment. I’m due in less than a week and as each new day dawns I wonder if this will be the one in which I meet our third baby. It is exciting, if a little tiring and frustrating. I feel a bit like Mrs Elephant in the film Dumbo, watching and waiting, wondering when the stork is going to arrive.
As well as the usual day-to-day activities that keep my little family chugging along, we’ve been trying to pass the time in our various ways. For me, these include reading my new book
and going for long walks to try and get things moving (which hasn’t worked and only succeeds in knackering us all).
The mister (now officially on paternity leave – yay) has thrown himself into last minute DIY projects (putting up of shelves / shampooing of carpets) with his usual enthusiasm. He’s also been growing cakes!! My mum gave us the batter for one of those German sourdough friendship cakes. Herman, as he is affectionately known, is quite high maintenance, requiring regular feeding and stirring before he can be baked and scoffed. It’s a bit like a cross between a cake and a Tamagotchi but the mister has embraced the challenge with great gusto.
I, on the other hand, am helping out in my own way by offering advice on ingredients and flavours, as well as eating the results of course.
So far we’ve made an apple and cinnamon cake, which was delish. Next up, banana I think or apricot and almond. Herman now has offspring of his own, with several batches of batter growing, which the mister intends to give to friends (lucky them). But I’ve also persuaded him to bake a few more cakes for us as my mum assures us they freeze really well. Besides, I am fully expecting to be surviving on a sole diet of cake very soon, once the baby arrives and it’s always good to have some on hand to offer visitors (if there’s any left).
P.S. I have also been investing in some good box sets for my baby-feeding sofa stints. So far I’ve got Game of Thrones – any other suggestions?
P.P.S. The baby blanket I’ve been knitting since January is nearly finished. It’s now a case of which will be done first, the baby or the blanket but I will furnish you with a ta-dah style blogpost when it is (please, try to keep your excitement in check!).
Bye for now x