Fridays are happy days for Laura’s mom. And tomorrow is a special Friday: we have the cleaner coming again. Uhuu! The house is a bit upside down, but this is the “good” cleaner, so I’m sure she will organise the mess for me. :-)

The food is ready – just 5 more minutes and I’ll turn the oven off.

The neighbours let their kitchen light on. Either that or they are still awake (they both work, so you would expect them to be sleeping). I wonder what they are doing. hehe Oh, one of my “new hobbies” as a housewife is to watch the street movement through the windows. Yes, I do check the neighbours, who is in, who is out, what time that one got home, oooh the neighbour is leaving now? At 1 am? Ooooh.

Oh, before I go, guess what happened today? Many things, but here is what I want to tell you: this morning when I was going to put the rubbish out (the rubbish guys usually come on Wednesday, but since Monday was bank holiday, their Wednesday is today), I saw this weird thing in front of our house. I didn’t want to get to close to it because I’m very… ahmmm… fussy, to say the least. It looked like a dead animal, a bird or a squirrel, and I can’t deal with dead animals. When Mr. C got home, I took a closer look and it was a dead bird – and it was dead for a while, it was already smelling. We think it was some fox’s dinner. Mr. C, my superhero, dealt with that, but being a masochist, I decided to watch him getting that thing and putting in bag. Not a good idea. Did I mention I’m extra fussy? Geez, I am. Poor stomach couldn’t handle it. Yuk.

Ok, time to go. (shouldn’t have coffee in the evening)

It’s about cooking and curtains as well!

It’s 11pm, and I have a meat loaf in the oven. I hate trowing food away and I had minced meat, carrots and cheese in the fridge that would go bad if I didn’t do something quickly with them. And the best time for cooking is in the evening. Mr. C is at home, if baby isn’t asleep – which she wasn’t until 5 minutes ago – he can be with her while I’m in the kitchen. Cooking has become some sort of therapy for me. I’m still an amateur in the kitchen so I’m glad I like simple foods, but as I get more confident with that huge cook we’ve got, I’ll get more adventurous and try more interesting things.

My search for the perfect curtains is a bit slow. I’ve seen so many websites and requested so many samples but nothing even close to acceptable. I’m going to a store nearby to check what they have – I’m also waiting for samples from a shop in the high street. I rather go with a real shop, that can take the measurements and put the curtains up than using an online shop.

There are certain things that cannot be bought online. I order a set of Pyrex casseroles from Amazon that got here all crashed. Amazon is pretty good with their return system, but it’s a pain to return things anyway. I think curtains can be a pain as well – what if you take the wrong measurements? Oops.

Let me check if my thingy is done.

Oh, guess what? Mr. C and I managed to watch some films lately. When baby falls asleep at night, she goes all the way through – touch wood, this will keep on going – so we have a few hours of peace and quiet. During the week he tries to sleep “early” (if around midnight is early for you) because of work on the following day, but Friday and Saturday are the best days ever!

We saw 7 pounds with Will Smith the other day. Is it my impression or Will Smith is trying to win an Oscar? I’m not saying he has chances, but his choice of roles are all very dramatic and “intense”. Maybe because his comedy roles weren’t very successful… anyhoo. The film is not bad. Actually it is good (or am I saying that because of my hormones?), but it’s too “what a good guy I am”/”I’ve learned with my mistakes”. Not sure if I believe in these things anymore. Or if I ever believed in that.

I have to say that watching films at home has been extra special: it’s one of the rare couple only moments we have, the TV is quite big and the sofa quite comfy.

I have some few friends that are not at that level of having children, etc. They are normally happy to hear/talk about children, but even I get tired of it sometimes.

On my (our – all the mom’s in the world) defense I can say that having a baby (maybe children – plural – but I can’t tell for sure) is like getting an iPad, MacBook, new doll, every single day. Every day you have a “new” baby; new things to talk about, new doubts, new questions, more answers, laughters, cries, etc.

Right now, for example, baby Laura is amusing herself with her legs and a bib. She is talking to the bib, smiling at it, and exercising her legs. From time to time she stops to check if her hands and fingers are still there. All this with Michael Jackson playing in the background.

Even if you try to put the kid into a routine, it’s not always the same. Like sleeping for example. It’s getting harder and harder to put her to bed. I’m trying to give her a bath everyday at the same time, so she starts to come down and get used to the “sleep time” ritual. She gets very sleepy after a bath, but not always sleeps. So 5pm is bath time, around 7pm daddy gets home and plays with her, by 9pm we try to take her to the bedroom – away from the light, TV, noises, etc. Sometimes she falls asleep at 9pm, 9h30 and goes through the night, awaking up once or twice to eat. Sometimes we only manage to put her to sleep at 11pm or even midnight!

And because I’m following the feed-on-demand programme (basically feed the baby whenever he/she wants to eat), I have no idea how often Laura eats. And I’m not a good mom to keep track of these things. Some days she eats every two hours, some days every 4 hours, some days she eats for 10 minutes, others for 40 minutes.

Same with her daily naps. Today she napped more than usual. Yesterday she didn’t sleep at all.

And it’s not only Baby Laura that fills this house with baby stuff. Mummy also read blogs of pregnant/mothers friends and even random people’s blogs (ok, I read any sort of personal blog – and I’m now into decoration blogs too).

Ans speaking of babies, next Tuesday a couple of friends from work will come over… with their babies! Yey! One is an “old” friend, we used to work next to each other, chat about other stuff. The other one is from finance and besides the quick chat when she handled the payslip, we started chatting more when she got pregnant, a couple of months after me. It’s the first time I’m meeting her baby, so I can imagine that we will only talk about babies and being a mum, etc.

Oh, well, maybe I should start reading the news…

My mum would definitely be angry at me today: had lunch sitting on Laura’s bedroom floor, had desert in bed, didn’t drink water, spend more than usual in bed and I’m still on my PJs (although I don’t enjoy that much).

Being a mother, I think I can get away with those things – I’m the boss of the house when it’s just Laura and I.

When I booked my flight to Brazil, I was happy that I could book my seats in advance – if you are flying with an infant you have the priority, otherwise just on day of the flight (in some cases up to 3 days before the trip). To my disapppointment the cot seats were booked already. I called the numberon their website and asked the grumpy lady about the cot – she said sorry, if it’s book online there was nothing she could do.

And because I like complaining, I’ve complained to several people about it, and included a post here on the blog. And another 1st time mom, also living in London and going to Brazil just after me, came to my rescue. She said (for those who don’t read other people’s comments and don’t understand Portuguese) that cot seats are not available to book online, only by phone – 0844 493 0 787 (I’ve checked, the same number I called before). Instead of asking for a cot seat, I demanded one. In a nice way of course, because I’m nice even when I’m horrible. And guess what, they were available! Aha!

So, if you are flying BA (sorry, don’t know about the other airlines, but it might be the same), you should call them just after you book your flight to get the cot seat.

Oh, and the online chart is not accurate. The cots are shown as 12D (aisle) and 12E (middle), but when I asked for the aisle, the guy said that the cots are in fact 12E and 12F, in between two aisles. (BAXT – the rows of the “cabin” I’m in are from 12 to 14).

Conclusion: Compaining is good, especially on blogs – the more people know about the problem, the more are your chances to find a solution to it. Don’t accept “no” as an answer. Call again and again and again, until you get the answer you want. Sometimes it might be “no”, but try to have at least 3 “no” from different people.

The evil ladies are back! They knocked this morning, but when I saw them through the window, Laura and I went hiding behind the door until they left.

I thought I could get away without the sign Lillywhites & Mr. Wonderful suggested, but I was wrong!

It was a bit ridiculous me whispering to Laura about the ladies and asking her to be quiet, but I guess she understood and she was “whispering” too. Good girl.

What a difference it makes when the sun is out. It’s quite hot as well, but this is not even that important (especially when you have to walk in the sun with a baby).

Today is not as cold as the previous days and despite some very few clouds, the sun is shinning beautifully outside. Baby Laura wasn’t so sleepy this morning, so I had to wake up early (despite my body wanting to stay in bed for longer). Laura is a bit funny today – instead of crying like before, I guess she found out that she has a “voice” and now she screams. It’s quite funny, but I’m sure it will become annoying if she continues with that. And I’m still to learn when it is a complaint scream or a happy scream. So, she was very vocal today, I had to play a lot with her, but even though I managed to do so much. I love this very productive days, when I can give Laura the attention that she requires and also do some work in the house.

We also went for a “walk”. Actually I’m glad we went by car, because the sun in the UK can be very deceiving. When it’s behind clouds, it can be quite chilly outside, but when the sun is out it will burn your skin badly. It’s almost a 30 minutes walk to the high street – quite a lot to let Laura exposed like that.

The day is not over yet – loads planned before 6pm. Nothing too exciting though. :-)

Suddenly I’m missing a nice night out. I guess it’s because I can’t have it. :-S

I had a friend from work here today and it was good to chat about work and travel for a change – lately all the conversation is baby-related. I cooked prawn risotto for lunch and baked a cake.

It would be great if baby went to sleep (she’s fighting against it) so we could watch a film and eat popcorn.

Tomorrow we’re heading west and on Monday (Bank holiday here) we are off for some shopping.

I’m reading a blog about humanized labour (as in birth, not work) and guess what? I’m terribly missing all my labour experience. Really missing, wishing I could go back in time and be at the end of my pregnancy again and go through the whole process and maybe see if I would have done anything differently.

Not sure if I told here before, but as soon as Laura was born and I saw her healthy and safe, I wanted to go through everything again. I loved being pregnant and I loved giving birth.

I can’t believe how much I’m missing it now… maybe it’s because I know some few women about to have babies, like Eriquinha, who is going to be a mum for the 2nd time anytime soon, Mari whose first baby, Vicky, is coming in November, Carla, who is having her baby boy in December…

My head says I need to wait at least two years after getting pregnant again – firstly because my body needs to recover (I swear that I can still feel my hips opened!) from the whole experience, secondly because I want to enjoy my baby Laura and see her growing and learning to turn, to crawl, to walk, to talk, etc. and thirdly because being a mum is the best experience ever, but, geez, it’s hard work.

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