200 and still going!

So, here we are, my 200th post! 

Ok, not really a big deal to anybody but me, but I never thought I’d last this long.  yes, I don’t post as regular as I should and it’s not always that interesting, but hey, I’m still here and so are you lovely lot, so I must be doing something right!

Anyway, for this post I thought I’d share the latest milestone.

My boy, the other day, called me Dada.

*sniff*  *wipes tear from eye*

Yep, proud daddy over here.  He’s, what, eight months old and has only just started trying to form words and sentences.  Well guess what world, dada was one of his first noises/grunts!

I completely disregard any other noises that may have come before and may have resembled other words.  No Mummy, this ones mine!

Well done boy, keep rocking out!!

The Boy!And as an extra offering, the wonderful people WilderSoul have generously pointed me to their free pictures, from their colouring book, for readers to download and enjoy.  There are some really nice pictures to choose from, please stop by when you’ve finished reading!

Thank you, to everybody that has read and even followed my random mutterings.  It’s been a jumbled journey thus far, but I’ve enjoyed doing it and I hope you enjoy at least some of my randomness!

Thank you people.  J.

200 Posts

That Was The Weekend That Was….

I really must do this more often…….

Well, what an eventful weekend.  Maybe not eventful as ………. tiring.

First off I have to thank Uncle Jason and Aunty Amy for taking the daughter to the beach yesterday and also for letting her sleep over on Saturday night.  I’m not going to say it was nice for a bit of peace, see I didn’t, but I know that she thoroughly enjoyed herself and loved every minute of it.  Thank you.

On the flip side to that, I have a little boy who is still out of sorts.  He is still off his food and milk and keeps crying, mainly when I’m trying to sleep.  It’s not his fault, bless him, just wish I knew what the problem was.

The daughter had a sore throat last week so we think he may have a case of that, add in the wonderful topic of teething, and I think we have the whole package.  It also doesn’t help that it’s so bleedin’ hot!

But saying that, I think he has turned the corner and is recovering.  Up until last night he was sleeping a lot better than a few days ago.  Oh well, we can but help he’s on the mend.

Other than the children, the weekend was kinda boring.  I spent some time sitting, cutting the grass and little gardening, and a load of housework, interspersed with many periods of ‘sit-down’.  Why did I ever think it would be a good idea to tidy up when it’s roasting??

Obviously, the TV was showing the tennis yesterday, due to the wife’s insistance.  It’s good that a Brit has finally won Wimbledon, but I’m just glad he did it in three sets and not five.  It ended earlier than I expected!  Well, I had Top Gear to watch……

The Beach

Woohoo!! Top 100….

Well, you lovely people, I have made it to a full 100 followers!

I must be doing something minutely interesting, every now and again, for you people to follow me.  I am very appreciative and surprised in equal measure.

When I started this, many moons ago, I had hoped just for a few people to read the blog and the odd comment here and there.  Whilst its true I have not struck up many conversations with my readers (my fault, not on here long enough) I still value the knowledge that there are some people reading what I manage to write.

Thank you.  No really.  I don’t need awards or plaudits (although it would be nice) to keep writing my gibberish, I’m just so full of it.

You know what I mean.

If in the future when you read any of this rambling nonsense, you feel like leaving any feedback, I would be hugely greatful.  I never know if what I am doing is interesting, relevant, or even worth it, so any words of wisdom would be great.

You really are lovely people.  If only I could give you all a big……

100 Followers

Oh, Peppa, maybe I’ll have to like you….

It is amazing.

Somewhere in the world Peppa Pig has done something extraordinary. 

Maybe she’s become Pope and I’ve not heard.  Maybe she’s pregnant.  Maybe she’s turned to crime.  Maybe she’s started using ‘recreational drugs’.

I don’t know, but she’s doing tremendous amounts for blog views.  I am happy to get ten or more views on any day.  But so far today alone, bearing in mind it’s half ten here, I’ve had over a hundred views and it all stems around this bloody pig.

What’s going on? 

It would be nice if people were interested in things I actually have to say, and not merely to pinch the picture from Google, but hey, it inflates my ego for a little while.

But still, I can’t change my mind.  I still don’t like the pink little source of bacon.

Peppa Pig Opinion

Notable absence

Once again I’m here to apologise, I have been neglecting my duties as a blogger.

What with the daughter’s birthday a couple of weeks ago and work commitments, I have been unable to get on and write to you, dear readers.

My work load has increased exponentially in the last couple of weeks and I have been so busy it’s ridiculous!  However, despite being hugely busy at work and at home, I have now decided to carry out a want of mine, that has been festering for some years.

I have always thought myself as somewhat proficient with the English language, compared to some people, and I also have a (partially) creative mind, so obviously I have always wanted to write a story.  I won’t say book because I doubt it will ever get that far, with me probably giving up halfway through, but I’m going to give it a go.

I have a basic outline of what the storyline will be and I have even thought about characters, so the foundations are there, I just need to get on with it.

The problem I have though is belief.  I write these things, poetry and the like, but don’t believe that they are any good or worth reading.  Don’t get me wrong, I am hugely appreciative of the few of you who have commented on my attempts at poetry, it is very kind.  I still don’t think anybody wants to read them!

With writing this story, I’m doing it for me, to see if I can actually create a complete writing project.  If anybody reads it and gains pleasure from it, that’s a bonus!

Anyway, enough with my fantasy world, I hope everybody is ok and I promise I will return shortly with something worth reading.

Thank you!

Wannabe Writer

Where did THAT come from?!

Now I knew before I started that parenting had it’s own special difficulties.

Teaching a child not to pee on the curtains.  Teaching a child that the Xbox is not a toy but a serious adult machine.  Teaching a child that cat biscuits are not sweeties.  Teaching a child that the family cat is not a glove puppet. 

All these are common hurdles in which to get over during the parenting journey.  All fairly harm less and not too costly to repair.  I can handle these but, there are other instances that are just to gross to comprehend.

Yes, I am talking about illness.  When a man has a cold, as we all know, the world must stop and look after him by supplying the remote control and plenty of reassuring words.  The woman can either flake out on the sofa watching endless repeats of crappy reality TV or they can play the world’s saviour and carry on doing the housework whilst dripping snot all over the carpet.

Children on the other hand can not really tell you what’s going on.  It just kind of happens.  And always at times when you’re not expecting it.

As you know, I have a daughter that will be three in a month or so.  Last night she erupted.  Spontaneously and without warning.

I was awoken by crying at approx. 1.30am.  I unsuspectingly arose from the bed and went into the daughters bedroom.  The sight that greeted me was, just, eeeewww.  In fact the smell hit me first.  Rancid.

She was sitting up, in bed, with her hand over her mouth.  Why she was doing this with her hand I could not say, I mean, she had already just covered her bed with puke.  I can’t see how grabbing a handful and playing with it was any help at all.  Especially as I didn’t know it was there when I carried her to the bathroom.  Maybe she was scared of not finding her way back to the room so she wanted to leave a trail?  I don’t know.

I know this isn’t a pleasant story to tell, but I am merely highlighting a part of the manual that never got printed.  At no point did I read that, ‘…at some stage during your child’s development, you will be called upon to clean up after the ‘sick sprinkler’.  The huge talent in all children where they seem to have the natural instinct to be sick through their fingers.  I think, deep down, this is a present for the parents.  To give them something nice to look at when they are cleaning.’

I think the one positive I can take from this situation is that while Mummy and Daddy were cleaning up after daughter, for like three hours, the prodigal son remained asleep and did not flinch at all the screaming and crying noises.

It would appear that another deep sleeping, snorer has been recruited to the family.

The Exorcist (Dawn French)

A change of direction.

Hello to all you wonderful readers out there.  I am extremely humbled and grateful to the people that take time to read my inane drivel and, not so insightful, take on parenting.

Regular, or even passers by, will notice that I am not the most punctual of people.  I lack organisation in all fields.  You should see my desk at work….

Whilst all the experiences of parenting and the journey of pregnancy are right in front of me, I struggle to get these down in words to share with the world.  This isn’t because I can’t write in sentences, no far from it; it’s more the fact that when I actually get the time to sit down and form a meaningful post, it’s gone.  Completely and utterly…………. gone.

I know what happened, vaguely, but can’t remember enough to make it newsworthy.

It also depends on how busy I am at work.  I sit and look at a computer, occasionally moving the mouse, all day, so when I get home; my first thought is not to sit at the computer.

Therefore, a change is needed.

The aim of this blog is going to change ever so slightly.  The main focus will still be my daughter Sophie and the upcoming arrival of baby no. 2, but I am going to start including me.

That doesn’t mean I’m going to start posting pictures of myself in random locations or plastering my face all over this blog.  That would not be a pretty sight.

No, it means that I am going to include all the stuff that is in my head.  This will definitely contain information about music, films, TV, things I find funny, y’know that sort of thing.

I apologise if this does not appeal to my usual readers, but it’s a sort of way of getting me to post more regularly.  If in the future this makes me post more about being Daddy, then all’s the better.

Stick with me, you may find it funny and insightful.  You might not, but you might feel compelled to hang around to find out what I will come up with next…..

That’s why I hang around, I never know.

 

Forever yours,   Jim.

Just … Wow.

It would appear that some lovely person has put me forward for the:

As it should be, there are rules.

First off, a big thank you to Samantha from through the eyes of a mother for the nomination.

Who knew anybody read this?!

Secondly, I need to share seven things about myself.  Ahem, erm…..

I’m thirty years old and have already lost most of my hair.
I have one daughter and am expecting our second child this year.
I was born by the sea, in Portsmouth, Hampshire.
(Obviously) I am a Portsmouth FC supporter, for my sins.
I sat four A Levels and only got one ‘N’ grade (means ‘nearly’ apparently)
At my age, I really should be able to drive by now.  But I can’t.
I am constantly checking how many people read my blog.  And always feel disappointed afterwards.

Thirdly, I am to nominate 15 of my fellow bloggee’s who I admire or are inspiring.  Here goes:

Army of Awesome People, iGameMom, positivewordsmagazine, Julia’s Place, The Wordslinger, The Cutting Edge, In-debt, Short with Bad Teeth, The odd ramblings of a mind that does not fit, jensinewall, Phantasmagorical, Live, Nerd, Repeat, Second Lunch, MammaDee, Becoming Cliche and Me vs The Normal People.

All of the above are well worth a read, and I find that I can’t stop reading them.  I’m sure that you will enjoy them too, each for their own style, stories and journeys.

Now fourthly, I have to go off and leave a comment on their pages, to tell them what I have done.  Once again, thank you to everyone for reading my little blog.

Wow, double figures!

The plan for this blog was to mainly record what was going on in our lives, through the journey of the second coming.  As this was the first time I have blogged, or anything remotely similar, I had no expectations.

At no point did I actually think that anybody was going to be reading this, apart from me and the missus.

So I am staggered, completely surprised, that people are reading my thoughts, let alone make the ultimate commitment and ‘follow’ me!  I am humbled.

I just wanted to go on record and say ‘thank you’ to all those people who do read my ramblings.  Knowing that I have an audience gives me a warm feeling inside.