Knickers (Phil don't read this!)
I have become obsessed with knickers. As the wedding draws ever nearer (7 months to go -eek!), my thoughts have been turning to the phrase 'something old, something new, something borrowed, something blue'.
I'm going to paint my toenails blue I think, but I'd like to be a bit more inventive than that so when I saw these fairy knickers I fell in love. I think they might be a bit small though. I also quite like these too, although they don't look all that supportive -especially now I have an 'apron' belly post c section. I saw a pair of gorgeous silky knickers in one of my 5 million 'complete waste of money but I keep buying them' bridal magazines which are adorable. They were embroidered on the back with 'Mrs [insert new surname]'. They cost £60 though, so I might buy a cheaper pair from Marks' and do a bit of sewing. I think Phil might like to see 'Mrs Walsh' written on the back of my knickers. What to do, eh?
I'm going to paint my toenails blue I think, but I'd like to be a bit more inventive than that so when I saw these fairy knickers I fell in love. I think they might be a bit small though. I also quite like these too, although they don't look all that supportive -especially now I have an 'apron' belly post c section. I saw a pair of gorgeous silky knickers in one of my 5 million 'complete waste of money but I keep buying them' bridal magazines which are adorable. They were embroidered on the back with 'Mrs [insert new surname]'. They cost £60 though, so I might buy a cheaper pair from Marks' and do a bit of sewing. I think Phil might like to see 'Mrs Walsh' written on the back of my knickers. What to do, eh?
Continuum Problems
When I was pregnant I read 'The Continuum Concept' by Jean Liedloff. It was lent to me by a friend whose relaxed parenting style I have always intended to emulate, and, although it is emotive at times, it didn't disappoint, and confirmed my decision to bring up our child like that. Phil is happy to go along with it, which is great.
From the website http://www.continuum-concept.org (because I'm too lazy to paraphrase):
The continuum concept is the idea that in order to achieve optimal physical, mental and emotional development, human beings — especially babies — require the kind of experience to which our species adapted during the long process of our evolution. For an infant, these include such experiences as...
The problem is that not everybody else knows that when I'm allowing Alfie to explore something potentially dangerous/dirty/hot, I am (usually) fully aware of what he is doing and seeing if he will stop doing it before I have to step in. I get a bit miffed when someone else yells 'Alfie, no!', thus wrecking the whole continuum, because they think I'm being a lax, rubbish mother. It's more difficult at other people's houses as obviously I can't allow him to hold the china/empty the drawers/touch the oven there. Although yelling, 'Alfie, No!' of course ensures that the the only things he is interested in doing are to hold the china/empty the drawers/ touch the oven.
I do believe he has an instinct for self preservation, although at the weekend he fell off the bed three times and has the bruises on his head to prove it.
Hmmm. Maybe I am a lax rubbish mother. Don't call social services or Gina Ford though(boo hiss). He'll prove all the doubters wrong. I hope.
From the website http://www.continuum-concept.org (because I'm too lazy to paraphrase):
The continuum concept is the idea that in order to achieve optimal physical, mental and emotional development, human beings — especially babies — require the kind of experience to which our species adapted during the long process of our evolution. For an infant, these include such experiences as...
- constant physical contact with his mother (or another familiar caregiver as needed) from birth;
- sleeping in his parents' bed, in constant physical contact, until he leaves of his own volition (often about two years);
- breastfeeding "on cue" — nursing in response to his own body's signals;
- being constantly carried in arms or otherwise in contact with someone, usually his mother, and allowed to observe (or nurse, or sleep) while the person carrying him goes about his or her business — until the infant begins creeping, then crawling on his own impulse, usually at six to eight months;
- having caregivers immediately respond to his signals (squirming, crying, etc.), without judgment, displeasure, or invalidation of his needs, yet showing no undue concern nor making him the constant center of attention;
- sensing (and fulfilling) his elders' expectations that he is innately social and cooperative and has strong self-preservation instincts, and that he is welcome and worthy.
- traumatic separation from his mother at birth due to medical intervention and placement in maternity wards, in physical isolation except for the sound of other crying newborns, with the majority of male babies further traumatized by medically unnecessary circumcision surgery;
- at home, sleeping alone and isolated, often after "crying himself to sleep";
- scheduled feeding, with his natural nursing impulses often ignored or "pacified";
- being excluded and separated from normal adult activities, relegated for hours on end to a nursery, crib or playpen where he is inadequately stimulated by toys and other inanimate objects;
- caregivers often ignoring, discouraging, belittling or even punishing him when he cries or otherwise signals his needs; or else responding with excessive concern and anxiety, making him the center of attention;
- sensing (and conforming to) his caregivers' expectations that he is incapable of self-preservation, is innately antisocial, and cannot learn correct behavior without strict controls, threats and a variety of manipulative "parenting techniques" that undermine his exquisitely evolved learning process.
The problem is that not everybody else knows that when I'm allowing Alfie to explore something potentially dangerous/dirty/hot, I am (usually) fully aware of what he is doing and seeing if he will stop doing it before I have to step in. I get a bit miffed when someone else yells 'Alfie, no!', thus wrecking the whole continuum, because they think I'm being a lax, rubbish mother. It's more difficult at other people's houses as obviously I can't allow him to hold the china/empty the drawers/touch the oven there. Although yelling, 'Alfie, No!' of course ensures that the the only things he is interested in doing are to hold the china/empty the drawers/ touch the oven.
I do believe he has an instinct for self preservation, although at the weekend he fell off the bed three times and has the bruises on his head to prove it.
Hmmm. Maybe I am a lax rubbish mother. Don't call social services or Gina Ford though(boo hiss). He'll prove all the doubters wrong. I hope.
Valentines Card Quote
Just to remind me the next time I'm whinging about Phil not being romantic, this is what he put in my Valentine's card:
'There is nothing nobler or more admirable than when two people who see eye to eye keep their house as man and wife, confounding their enemies and delighting their friends'.
Awwwwwww...
It's Homer by the way (not Simpson).
'There is nothing nobler or more admirable than when two people who see eye to eye keep their house as man and wife, confounding their enemies and delighting their friends'.
Awwwwwww...
It's Homer by the way (not Simpson).
Just testing
Got a few problems with the layout - it's beautiful but there's a few irritating bits which need removing. I'm sure all this makes fascinating reading...zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.....
Here we go then...
So I've had this blog all set up and ready to go for about two years. It has just sat here, dormant, with a pic of a slimmer, drunken me, dressed as Madonna; with no words to go with it. Anyway, inspired by brilliant and creative friends I've decided to finally get it going. Haven't got a clue as to the direction it will take. I imagine it will from time to time be about our upcoming wedding, mostly be about Alfie and occasionally be about me. I just hope I manage to maintain good grammar and a reasonable degree of interest.
