Whoohoo - Mr T starts walking and a trip back to the 80's

What a day yesterday was!

I was having a lovely play-date with a friend and her son of equal age to Mr T and we were basically almost ignoring the kids and chatting and suddenly Mr T strode off, three steps, stopped, looked about and continued! We squealed with surprise and he looked very pleased with himself! He tried it a few more times that afternoon and had a cheeky grin from ear to ear. Since then he has been growing in confidence and trying it over and over again. I am so pleased for him - it is so cute to watch those first steps!!

I pegged it home after the playdate - late for his bedtime and literally straight into jammies, milk and bed - luckily after the afternoon's excitement, he was out like a light.

And I was out to the O2 once the lovely lady from Sitters had arrived! For Spandau Ballet!! Oh dear! I was about 12 when they were originally in the charts but happy to belt out some of the old classics at the top of my voice. They didn't disappoint - the classics were great, the new stuff inoffensive. It was funny seeing an Eastender's cast member on the stage but he was LOVING it! The footage from the 80's was hilarious and took me back to bad hair and bad fashion!

I feel inclined to discuss Question Time but am still so offended by that imbecile, I can't be bothered to waste typing on him. However...Masterchef final...how exciting was that? We Sky+-ed it and I spent the whole morning avoiding breakfast TV, Radio 1, Facebook and anything else that might leak the winner before we had a chance to watch it. The best man won in my eyes, his food was exciting and original!

Am so looking forward to spending the weekend scooping my son up after his stumbles! Have a good one!

A Day of two Halves

Wow another lie-in! As Mr C is currently at home and not working and I am not working still, we don't set an alarm, relying solely on our Gina Fordesque-trained son who generally rises at 7:05am...but not today, or yesterday..!

8.35am! Must be the darker mornings.

Quick....jump out of bed, milk in beaker, kettle on, cereal in bowl, nappy change, hand wash, tea, are the builders coming today, what are we doing, how long til I need to leave, do I need to wash my hair, what clothes are clean...who am I?? Oh the confusion!

Now the 'who am I?' is relevant to my day. So I filled my morning with Monkey Music (good God - but Mr T loves it), playtime, cooking lunch, cooking Mr C wild mushroom soup, followed by an afternoon with a trip to the swings, to the library (which was shut) and usual chores.

Sudden appearance of booked babysitter, hairbrushing, makeup applying, quick internal head debate whether I could cope with heeled boots for my trip to the West End or flatties and I was slowly becoming the other me. Now for the record, the other me doesn't work and hasn't worked since June 2008. I sort of want to do some work but then don't.

Well, this evening's excursion to the West End was to meet some like-minded friends in our industry (Mr C and I in same industry) for a chat over wine about potential benefits of working together in some way. For me it was strangely alien ( I first typed that as strangley - that works too;)) but also exciting to talk shop again. I felt liberated and proud knowing I had an expertise in demand in my marketplace again - in contrast, do I have expertise as a mother, or am I just mediocre? Who knows? Which role do I do more comfortably? Who am I?

I also endured an interrogation on the train about what I have been doing on the PC for so long in the evenings..I admitted to setting up a Mummy blog after being questioned whether I was having an affair.. This admission was met with faint mockery but I think Mr C is just curious as to what I am saying about him - whose other half knows and reads your Mummy blogs or are they completely anonymous?

On the final note that I just saw Robbie on TV say he loved Gary, I will go to bed - what is the world coming to?

Fitness Assessment fear!

It's the start of a new week and also the last day of my batch of personal training sessions. I figured I hadn't lost any weight or inches and was not looking forward to all to turning up at my session. Obviously I didn't snack all morning, went to the loo 8 times and tried everything to make half a pound difference. But as expected - no change. Heart-rate was better, fit tests were better but no pooping change in what all of us view as the most important part! I have been struggling to lose any baby weight since Mr T was born and thought 'enough was enough' and decided it was time to throw money at the problem!

After disappointment on the scales I threw myself into the workout and nearly fell over with head-rush on many occasions - oops. But I did it and I feel motivated to make more effort with food and portion sizes.

I tore about and showered and hoiked the buggy over to a friend's house for tea and play. It was half of the NCT girls that I met when Mr T was born - half went back to work and the other half of us are stay at home mums. I have always found the group useful when sharing experiences but sometimes it can be a little competitive. Who has what toys, what Ofsted grading your nursery has, where your boys jeans are from - I try and pooh-pooh it all but sometimes feel I come out thinking 'oh crap, I had better do this/order that/teach Mr T that' Today was one of those days...as I walked home I panicked about private schools and when he was going to learn to walk.

Mr C was just overheard telling Mr T that he should be saying real words by now - he just gabbles away to us with no real words but I am not concerned as he understands loads. The only word he actually says is 'there' and wiggles his finger! Demanding little sod! (Just like his Mummy)

Curry and cake

Tired, tired, tired today! Dragged myself out of bed at 7.45 and drove to the shops for some milk - 5 oC - brrr...autumn is really here.

A lovely sunny day though later and we strolled to my brother's house for his wife's birthday. Champagne, wine and curry followed by cake - not the healthiest options I am sure. Mr T spent the afternoon trying to trash their living room - the joy of being in someone's house with a toddler. I noticed the ceramic bowl that is normally in the fireplace has been moved in advance of our arrival this time!

Returned home to give Mr T his tea and his first bath in the big, new bathtub. I filled it with all of his bath toys - surprised there was room for him really, and watched his excited face as he was plopped in. There was much splashing and standing up which later prompted another excuse for me to browse the baby websites for anti-slip bathmats and bath toy containers.

Oh, the shopping...I didn't order anything - what's the point with an imminent postal strike. Maybe it will help curb my unhealthy obsession with shopping for my son?