Dieting

Yep. The dreaded D-word.

I got fat. Stupidly so. There’s no denying it.

See, I now live in a country where comparatively? I’m not that fat.


Well, unless I lived in LA or San Francisco, or similar, but I digress.


And I let that lull me into a false sense of security.

But I’m unhealthy at the weight I’m at.

No, I will not be disclosing what that actually is. That is my own personal shame.

But after two weeks of strictly monitoring what I eat when, I’ve shifted almost half a stone. Which is a positive thing.

I’m not sure I’ll be where I want to be come September when we return to the UK briefly, but I’m positive I won’t be 200+lb.

It’s tough, and some days I quite frankly want to claw someone’s face off, but calories in being less than calories out is the only sure fire way to lose.

And I can still occasionally have a beer and a pizza (or half of one at least) so it’s not that bad.

Except for last Sunday, when I wasted 300 calories on two cans of Pepsi* – I was bloody livid.

*The gits are in the process of rebranding. They are turning full-sugar Pepsi from blue to white.

Except their diet versions are bloody silver:

So I nabbed two white cans out of the drinks bin at the baby shower and knocked them back thinking “yay diet”.

Nope. The hus-creature pointed it out to me mid-way through the second and, quite frankly, I could have cried.

Ah well, you live and learn. I won’t be doing that again.

His first field trip

Well, overall it went much better than expected.

Daddy went with him on chaperone duty.

It wasn’t quite a full day, but there was a tour of a working dairy, a scavenger hunt and a scoop of ice cream.

He loved the scavenger hunt. Particularly as daddy had the brilliant idea to get him to take pictures of the things that he found.


We bought him a FujiFilm instant camera for his birthday – he’s been having loads of fun with it


So that kept him engaged.

He wasn’t quite as enamoured of the dairy. According to the hus-creature he did not wish to learn and was exceedingly sulky.

However he wasn’t the only child with a parental chaperone, and a number of parents decided to come along anyway so there was a ratio of roughly 4 children to one adult.

Oh, and I now have definitely confirmation that #1 Son isn’t the worst behaved in his class. According to the hus-creature:

Ok <child> is worse. They just screamed and spat at another kid

And attacked another kid’s food

Yeah ok #1 Son is not worst

Which is slightly comforting. I would like it though if he did not need chaperoning in order to participate in a field trip.

To end:

Here is my belovΓ©d catbeast refusing to let me sleep

The previous week (and not just in pictures)

Bonjour dear audience.

It’s been a few days hasn’t it?

Actually this time it’s been more that I haven’t had time to sit down and write a full blog post, rather than nothing happening and same old same old.

The weather had been improving a little (it’s gone back to being shite 😞) so on Tuesday last week we all went outside to play for a bit. Actually, what happened is the lovely H rang me on my mobile and asked if we were all free at roughly 5:30 PM and we got invited to play outside; which was lovely. The kids had a whale of a time – all of them together 😊

You see, #1 Son and H’s twin grandsons are close in age (the twins are roughly a year older) but they haven’t really had a chance yet to spend much time together. The twins are sweet kids, and I love them to bits, however they are also autistic and on the more severe end of the spectrum.

And as my own son is, well let’s just say he takes after his mum in having the subtlety of a sledgehammer and the tact of a tank; and as such I was a little concerned about how he would react and be around them once he noticed that they were different to him.

Apparently I needn’t have worried. Honestly it was great. They bonded over ice pops – in that one of the twins decided to half inch my sons one because he had it and he didn’t. (You get points if you worked out who was who there!)

They drew with sidewalk chalks together, they blew bubbles together, they tormented TT together (actually she gave as good as she got πŸ˜‚πŸ€£) they hunted for insects together and played on the pre-existing outdoor play equipment together.

We really need to get our new swing-set wood stained and built ASAP, however it requires five days of good sunshine that also involves a weekend. And that has been tricky.

Drawing drawing drawing πŸ’•πŸ’•

TT also decided that she would help her Aunty H with her gardening and I… don’t really have words for what happened next… so I will let the following videos explain it.

Part the first

Part the second

So I didn’t manage to corral all my children back into the house until way past TT’s bedtime. And as you can see from the videos it wasn’t as if I could just put them straight to bed either as soon as we got in!!! Yep a full bath was required.

Which is fine if you have children that like the bath and, more importantly, hair washing which my children don’t. And the bath? It was black afterward. I mean really, it was black with pine needles and leaves and sycamore seeds and all sorts of other fun stuff πŸ˜‚πŸ€£. That was okay though – was a mark of fun – especially as I suspect that this is going to be my future from now until approximately November πŸ˜‚πŸ€£

The only downside to this little excursion is that TT is currently obsessing over “ants”. Both over their existence, and the catching of them.

Then there was the previously documented birthday joy 😁

We decided that given my birthday was midweek, that we would wait to celebrate until the weekend.

H and I went to get our nails done before said celebrations! I went back to chrome:

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And I managed to persuade H to try one silver chrome nail on each hand! (Much to the delight of her nail tech lady who had been doing her nails for over twenty years but had never been able to persuade her to do this)

I am clearly magical and a wonderful influence πŸ˜‚πŸ€£

So on Saturday we went out for belated birthday shenanigans which included a wonderful meal at Fuji restaurant I do love Japanese and I didn’t have loads of sushi. Which is quite surprising for me.

A flight of proper sake and Japanese Whisky (that is the correct spelling – the sommelier told us so!) was also enjoyed:

Utterly gorgeous. If you like whisky/whiskey try Japanese – utterly stunning.

After this, we went to the cinema to see Deadpool 2. I laughed. I cried. I gasped. I sniffled.

GO. SEE. THIS. FILM.

I am still planning on seeing the next Jurassic Park movie on the Big Screen though. And we will be hiring the same sitter again.

My goodness she bought #1 son and myself a birthday gift, read him stories, and did some (unasked for) light housework. The woman is a gem, my son adores her so we are definitely using her again – and yes she got a tip and a bloody good review.

Then came Sunday. There was a baby shower for H’s eldest daughter – she’s having a little boy πŸ’™πŸ’™πŸ’™πŸ’™

And I turned my sewing skills to use and saved the day by sewing in not one, not two, but three buttons on the top H wished to wear:

That has to level up my domestic goddess-ery somehow right?

So TT got all dressed up for “the par-tee”

Why yes, yes that is a party dress with snow boots. My kid is the epitome of fashion and style πŸ˜‚πŸ€£

It was a lovely party with gorgeous food, presents and… a piano

Listen… if you dare πŸ˜‚πŸ€£

There were a number of other children there. TT played so well with other toddlers, and #1 Son was polite and well behaved – according to H several members of her extended family and friends were singing my children’s praises πŸ™€πŸ™€πŸ™€

I’m not taking credit for that beyond being grateful!

So that has been our week.

I’ve gotten #1 Son signed up to a five-week Monday-Thursday Summer Learning Academy, which is free and four hours long where they focus on core skills at an age appropriate level. H told me about it as her grandsons take part (they are a grade above him) and he was able to snag a waiting list place. She will take him and pick him up and next summer it will swap to being at the school just around the corner from us!

He has a Field Trip tomorrow and the school asked for one of us to chaperone him, so daddy gets that honour.

And, to finish off, My son you know the only just six-year-old? Well tonight, when he came home from school, he asked if his friend GG who is the youngest daughter of the lovely lady who drops him off on a weekday, could stay for a sleepover.

I would like to remind the audience that this girl is 11. Yep that would be five years older than him!!!

I’m so going to have trouble with this kid when he’s a teenager aren’t I?